Business as Usual, Sidetrack Two
wherein Jin takes Mugen on a journey
by Laura Bryannan

“What the fuck?” Mugen sputtered, coming awake with a start. “Untie me, you shit!”

“You bought a four-poster bedframe,” his devious and resourceful lover noted. “You must have been hoping someone would make use of it.”

“Not by tying me up!”

Jin chuckled. “Well, now you'll have a new experience.”

“But we just fooled around, I just came. I can't do it again so soon.”

“Who says this is about cumming?”

Mugen's stomach lurched. “You got me tied up naked, what else could it be about?”

“It could be about exploring, studying you, learning how you respond and what you can take.”

The gulp escaped before he could stop it. To cover his ass, he complained, “You're gonna fuck up my good ties.”

“Look closely,” Jin countered, “I'm not using your good ties.”

Mugen craned his head to see then laughed ruefully. “OK, OK, I guess you know a crap tie from a power tie.”

Jin sniffed but didn't rise to the bait. “I'm assuming these were all gifts, for the ties you wear are always impeccable.”

Mugen puffed in spite of himself, proud that Jin noticed. “Yeah, women can't buy ties for shit.”

Jin smiled, but his eyes betrayed an evil glint. “You left the corner of your toybox peeking out and I confess I looked. It was inspiring.”

“Don't know if I like the sound of that.”

“Three different types of nipple clamps, Mugen? I would never have imagined.”

“It don't mean nothing,” he insisted firmly, but his face was getting hot. Damn!

“So many eggs, the mind boggles.”

He could feel the blush spreading down his neck. “You get 'em free when you order shit, you know.”

“I see, and you do have quite a collection. Very nice, especially this one.” Jin held up a flesh colored soft serve on a handle with a hilt, nine inches long altogether, one of his personal favorites. “The rubber is so soft and pliable, it will bend when it's gets up there won't it?”

Mugen nodded, not trusting himself to speak. It was embarrassing how his hips squirmed at the sight.

“It's a plug, is it not? You can take the hilt?”

He cleared his throat to reply, but changed his mind and nodded again.

“Do I have your permission to do this, Mugen? To continue?”

His heart was racing, and horrible memories of the last time he was bound and naked lurked in the shadows, but he'd be damned if he'd show any fear. “Go on,” he blustered. “Do what you want.”

“Good!”

Jin smiled approvingly, pulled off his t-shirt and wrapped it around his head, creating an effective blindfold. The heady scent of Jin-musk entered his awareness, arousing him as always. “Hey, did you have to stick the armpit by my nose?”

“Yes, so you don't forget who's out here. Stick out your tongue.”

“What?”

“How was I unclear? Stick. Out. Your. Tongue.”

Mugen obeyed and Jin grasped the barbell, unscrewing the balls while Mugen protested wordlessly but loudly, unable to talk until Jin let go. “Dammit Jin, you can't pull my pierce!” he complained when he finally could.

“Just for a little while,” his captor replied. “I want to see what it's like to kiss you without that fucking bolt impaling it. The hole won't close that quickly, so shut up.”

Mugen's tongue felt naked and strange without the barbell, but once Jin's slid inside his mouth he was blown away. Kissing felt amazing! He'd had the metal so long, he'd forgotten what making out el fresco was like—sweet, slidy and so intimate it made his head swim. The steel had acted as a form of protection, limiting movement and contact. Now there was only the two of them with nothing in between, and it was like getting to know each other for the first time. Jin tasted, Jin fed, Jin feasted on him heartily, and Mugen wanted to offer everything and fulfill all.

When Jin finally backed away they were both panting. “Damn!” Mugen exclaimed. “Should I pull that pierce for good?”

“No,” Jin replied, certain. “I'd miss it in other places. But to take it out temporarily, like this...yes, it must happen again.”

There was a long space of quiet as Mugen concentrated on not fidgeting, when he felt warmth at the center of his chest. Jin's hand? Probably, but the expected touch did not come. The hand hovered over his skin, heat radiating, energy pulsating, sending friendly messages with high promise. And then two hands began to move, stroking the air over his body but never touching, causing his skin to prickle in response—fine hairs raising, gooseflesh tingling, waking his body up. He sighed and flexed against his bonds, reveling in the goodness.

“Ah, Mugen,” a deep voice intoned, “you are so beautiful.”

He snorted, pride soaring yet unbelieving. “No wonder you need glasses.”

“But you are!” Jin insisted. “Tawny and sleek, like one of the big cats. Your body makes me jealous, it's so perfect.”

“You're jealous of me?!? That's crazy!” He could not conceive of anything Jin could be jealous about, but it felt flattering anyway, melting his heart even as the rest of him was melting.

Another soft chuckle as the warm hands traveled slowly down his legs and up again—stroking, stirring the air—the slight breeze tickling the hair along the way. And then he was sure Jin's face was hovering over his cock, which was aching and eager despite his earlier protests of fatigue. Oh yeah, please, please! “You're giving off your aroused scent,” he was informed. “It always makes me horny.” It does? The flattery melted him further. He could feel warm breath all along his length, so close to what was needed and yet so far it was maddening. Groaning in frustration, he was trembling and Jin hadn't even touched him yet.

The warmth moved upwards, hovering over each side of his chest for a few moments before creeping closer, ever so slowly. Mugen forced himself to lay still, to wait rather than arch into the teasing heat. The anticipation became so intense, Jin's patience so complete, when the touch finally came—butterfly delicate at the tip of each nipple—he squeaked, then cursed out loud for the lapse. There was no keeping still when played by such a master, Jin beginning barely there—gently teasing the sensitive nubs in ways that sent lightning bolts straight to his cock—then carefully working them to cause one continuous shudder.

“You really do enjoy this, don't you?” the annoying man asked, as if the answer wasn't obvious considering how he was sighing and cooing like a virgin getting her tits sucked for the first time. He decided to ignore the question when the tantalizing sensations stopped, and there was tugging at his left nipple as Jin pulled the ring out. Mugen figured that could only mean something bad, and he was correct.

Gone were the gentle caresses of earlier. Jin attacked his nipples with ever-increasing intensity, intuitively knowing when numbness required more sensation. Mugen was glad to be moaning and hissing rather than squealing like a girl, but the agonizing erotic stimulation was so overwhelming, he needed to thrash to distract himself and that was another kind of embarrassment.

“I wish you could see how splendid you look,” Jin's voice came again. “The way your muscles flex and play as you writhe.” Again, the words warmed him, changing his perception of himself, and that was as much of a freakout as the rest of the ordeal. Finally the torture ended and Mugen sighed in relief, hoping the next wouldn't be worse. Jin's face hovered over his chest then traveled near his armpit, warm breath blowing, tickling the hair within and causing shivers to cascade across his chest.

But soon there were new sensations to process. He felt his right nipple gathered and the pinch of a clamp, not too bad, but there was no ignoring it. His left was subjected to the same treatment and Jin flicked them a few times, probably just to watch his body lurch, then left the room! Mugen trusted Jin, he really did, but it was a very strange few minutes waiting, doubting his sanity, even though his body was telling him it was having the time of its life.

Finally Jin returned, snooped in his closet for a moment, then came over to the bed. “Raise your hips,” he instructed and, as Mugen did so, at least one towel was stuck under his ass. But then came a sensation far more ominous.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded to know.

“I'm trimming your pubic hair,” Jin informed him, “before I shave it off.”

“No way! No fucking way! You can't make me bald down there.”

“Oh stop!” Jin laughed. “It will feel very nice once its gone, I promise.”

“You talk like you know.”

“Perhaps I do, but that's none of your concern.”

With careful efficiency, Jin proceeded to remove every wiry hair from Mugen's nether region. The gentle scratching of the blade felt rousing, frighteningly so around his balls, but Jin managed to shave everything without nicking him once. He complained about losing his happy trail but was informed it all had to go, even that.

“And now,” Jin announced seductively, after washing him off and patting him down, “the oral sex!”

“Oh yeah?” Mugen laughed then moaned as something tickly and wet lapped at one of his nuts before engulfing it in warmth. Then somehow both of them were in Jin's mouth, tongue pressing behind, teasing that sweet spot between them and his ass. “Holy shit,” Mugen enthused, “it feels amazing, everything's so sensitive! How come you never paid attention to my balls before?”

“Eating mouthfuls of hair is not to my taste,” his lover replied, continuing to suck and lick in the best way. Soon it was impossible to tell where the tongue stopped and the fingers began, as Jin seemed to be everywhere—his belly, his thighs, his balls, his ass—everywhere but there. No matter how mind-blowing the sensations, the absence of contact where he craved it most was the worst torture Mugen could imagine, and he began to complain.

“Come on, man, I'm dying here.”

“I thought you were too tired to cum again.”

“Well, shit, what am I supposed to say? I bow to your skills, I kiss your ass, you've made me so hot, please make me cum, Sir.”

Jin chuckled and withdrew. Damn! Mugen held his breath, praying Jin would get down to business and stop teasing. Unfortunately, the angels chose to ignore him. He started as the clamps on his nipples were removed, causing them to throb as the blood returned to the abused tissue, then cried out as Jin took hold of each and tweaked, not too gently. The smarting flesh was gathered again, the clamps causing a dull ache that was good, but not. “Vertical, now,” Jin explained, “as I'm sure you're numb the other way.”

“Fucker,” Mugen blustered, trying not to pant.

“You wish.”

Mugen kept his mouth shut, as truth demanded he admit Jin was right and he wasn't gonna do that. Jin was digging in his toybox, the buzz of a few different vibrators offering a clue to his activities, his, “Hmmm,” a deep rumble that gave him chills down his back. Sure hands took hold of his cock and his heart lept hopefully, but the sensations were confusing. A condom was rolled over the top but it felt tighter than usual, something pressing against the underside, just below the head. What the fuck?

He got a clue as the egg began to buzz, sending shockwaves up his spine, causing so much commotion in his nervous system he didn't notice Jin leave the room. But the exquisite torture soon had him begging, and when the echo of his voice in the space told him he was alone he didn't know whether to be relieved or afraid. The answer came when his heart both mushed and quailed at the sound of footsteps returning to the bed, the unmistakable presence of another body nearby. Fingers swirled in the pool of pre-cum chilling his lower belly then began to work his ass, lubing him up. Oh yeah!

“You wanted fucking,” Jin said, pressing something firm and cool against his entrance.

Mugen opened and it slid in easily, feeling more than nice. “It's Swirly?” he asked, wanting to know what to expect.

“The swirly on a handle, yes,” Jin confirmed. “I want you to take the hilt now. Ready?”

Mugen nodded, relaxing as Jin pushed the flange of the hilt past the tight ring of muscle, and oh my god it's way the hell in there and...what the fuck? There was something going on, something wrong and it got worse as he clenched and paid closer attention. “Jin, something's burning in there,” he gasped, hips rolling and jerking off the bed. “Take it out, man, something's wrong!”

“Nothing is wrong, Mugen,” his lover soothed, “it's only toothpaste. It won't hurt you.”

“Toothpaste! Are you shitting me?”

“Your ass is always yummy, Mugen, but now it will be minty fresh.”

“You are fucking evil,” he complained, pulling against his bonds, unable to keep still or stifle his moans. Everything below his waist was smoldering, aching with need. The handle of the plug had about an inch of play outside his body and Jin fucked him with it, pushing it all the way in every time his body pushed it out. It was literally hot and oh so sweet he started singing, giving himself away, and sure enough the blissful movement stopped.

“Goddammit, Jin, I can't take it.”

“Take what?” The smile in his torturer's voice was infuriating.

“Stop teasing me, you shit.”

“Do you want to cum, Mugen?”

It was the stupidest fucking question in the world and he said so.

“To get what you want is very simple.”

“What? What? I'll do anything. What do I gotta do?”

“Say please.”

“Please, Jin, please make me cum, do anything you want but please make me cum.”

His torturer finally took pity on him for the agonizing buzz stopped, the condom was removed, and Mugen felt the cool drip of lube where he couldn't believe it was going—on his cock, not Jin's. “I thought you were gonna fuck me.”

“I just fucked you a few hours ago. Do you want me to fuck you again?”

“Well no, but...you know...I just thought....”

His hips were straddled and he almost giggled, giddy with hope. Holy shit, yeah! Jin took hold of him and he was engulfed in heat, the joy erupting uncensored as he moaned and swore and laughed in exultation. “Damn! I don't fucking believe this!”

Jin took him all the way inside, then leaned down and pulled the t-shirt off his head, getting face-to-face, causing Mugen to whimper and blink in confusion—the intense dark eyes boring into his as his nipples throbbed, the toy up his ass filling him deep and still burning like a motherfucker, Jin's sweet body surrounding him, loving him—it was too much. The orgasm brewing was humongous and frightening to contemplate, making him feel so vulnerable he feared he might cry.

All doubt ceased when Jin kissed him. Their naked tongues felt so luscious twined together and Jin was grinding into him so wicked, he gave over, surrendering willingly. The orgasm seemed neverending and his mind turned off somewhere along the way, for he had no memories of Jin cumming, of being unbound or anything else, only sweet oblivion.

When consciousness returned he was curled at Jin's side, head on his shoulder. He stirred and Jin asked, “Are you all right?”

“I'm OK.” The understatement of the year.

“That was good for you? It wasn't too tame?”

Now that it was over and he was safe and sound, Mugen could be honest. “It wasn't too tame. I was afraid you were gonna hurt me the whole time.”

“Causing pain does not turn me on. Have I ever hurt you?”

“You punched me out a few times.”

“Oh...right.” Jin shifted uncomfortably. “Well, that was only because you deserved it.”

Mugen harrumphed sleepily and snuggled closer to the warm body. “The last time I got tied up was not so fun.”

Jin stiffened, turning to him sharply. “Oh my god, Mugen, I forgot all about that! Why didn't you say something?”

“Guess I trusted you, and I wanted to put a better memory there. You're good for that kinda shit.”

Jin relaxed, lips brushing his forehead. “I did it for purely selfish reasons,” he confessed, “but if we made a better memory I'm glad.”

Mugen's hand slid downward to explore his package, amazed at how weird and almost alien it felt to be hairless there, sure that the mirror was gonna be laughing at him tomorrow morning. But he decided the extra sensitivity was worth the cost, and as a bonus he felt marked, owned, and it was crazy how much he liked the feeling. Raising his head, he gave his lover a rakish grin and was gifted with a smoky smile in response. He was gonna lose it any minute, but one tiny yearning remained.

“Lemmie kiss you one more time before I put my barbell back in.”

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