Kisakis Mysterious Game with Riku: A Night of Sensual Debauchery and Desire

It was just past three in the morning when the last of the guests had left the flat and Kisaki emerged from the bathroom into the hallway (where he had sought refuge to evade the annoying and pestilent character that was the former Dolly drummer Yuina), carrying with him a small glass bottle of a perfume he often found himself using, not so much because of its pleasing fragrance but because it was so cheap and readily available in almost any local convenience store. The flat was completely silent apart from the murmur of television news broadcast that seemed to have been left on; this was ideal, for it made his careful steps toward the bedroom impossible to hear; and he was thankful that the sofa, where he could hear Riku snore – he had fallen asleep quite early in the night, and it was seeing him lay there which had given him the idea for what he was about to do – was shielded by the angle of the walls, and such, his movements could impossibly rouse him from his sleep, if it was shallower than he thought.

Entering the bedroom, he found Yuuze sitting on his bed, reading through an old natural science magazine he must have taken from his bathroom reading material stash earlier. The wide window on the right opened up to a brightly lit cityscape and beyond mountainous islands shrouded in mist the night sky was transforming into early morning blue and the stars were slowly being turned off. He gave Yuuze the perfume bottle, of which Yuuze seemed quite displeased, rolling his eyes knowing it was of such a cheap and generic sort. Kisaki pretended not to see this and instead smiled as if he had not noticed the wry look on Yuuze’s face.

He got out of the bedroom, for they had earlier already decided on the slight triple knock on the door by which Kisaki would signal that it was time for Yuuze to come on out into the living room; and made his way towards the small camera fixed on a miniature tripod on-top of a small table in the corner of the living room; he threw a glance at Riku who was still sleeping merrily before proceeding to turn the camera on as well as turning the television off. The red light which shone to indicate recording in progress was covered by a small piece of cloth originally intended for sweeping dust.

After setting the camera affairs straight, he walked over to the sleeping Riku. With his finger he wiped off some of the drool which had seeped out from one corner of his mouth in a slow trickle down his chin, and this was enough to make him begin his journey up the seven hundred steps from the temple of shallow sleep; and as he did, Kisaki brought from his back pocket a scissor, and began slowly and gently cutting his way down Riku’s ugly jeans trousers from his crotch. There was one cut down each leg before finally the slowly awakening Riku had been freed from his fake-weathered pale-blue leg prison, and when he finally came to, there was a perplexed expression on his face.

“What are you—“ Riku began, but was interrupted by a yawn, and found himself facing difficulty properly forming the words with his mouth, which seemed to resist the process of waking.

“Oh, nothing to worry about”, said Kisaki and smiled, continuing now his cutting across Riku’s T-shirt. “We’re going to play a game.”

“But--!” Riku exclaimed in an irritated manner, “You’re ruining my clothes!”
“They’re ugly”, replied Kisaki curtly.

Riku realised resistance was futile. When Kisaki’s mind was set on something, he’d push it through, no matter what.

When so Riku was entirely exposed apart from his underwear, a pair of ugly white briefs, Kisaki almost wanted to ask him to take them off himself. But when struck by their sheer ugliness and the yellow stain at the front – why did they even make them in white, anyway? – he simply had to cut them into pieces, too. Riku was not all that amused, but the movement of the scissor as it ate through his underwear tickled and he could not help but smile nonetheless.

After the cut was done, Kisaki ripped the remains clear off, and finally Riku was exposed in his entirety. It was clear, however, from the condition of the flaccid affair which was revealed like a grub trying to shy away from light, that he was not excited.

“What’s this?” Kisaki thereafter probed, “are you not excited about playing with me?”
Riku was simply still too sleepy to understand much of the words thrown at him. Kisaki gave his cock a poke the way a student pokes at unknown mush of uncertain edibility served in the school cafeteria, and laughed mockingly.

“I’ve gotten some toys”, Kisaki then said and vanished into a closet next to the kitchen; and returned with a bag whereon was printed the logotype of a well-known sex-shop.
His hands reached into the bag and proceeded to retrieve a headband with big black cat ears, a sizable rubbery black buttplug ending in a fluffy black tail, a wide leather blindfold and finally a collar with a golden chain leash.

“Nice, isn’t it?” Kisaki said and smiled. “It’s what master thinks his pet deserves.” Riku smiled happily; and his growing erection was just as much a sign of appreciation; and Kisaki proceeded to pat his head and ruffle his pale brown hair, afterwards fastening the headband with the ears on his head.

“Now sit up and put your legs up”, Kisaki commanded and sat down on the floor below the sofa and did his best to assist the still slightly tired Riku in realising this. He slightly corrected his position and moved him a bit downwards on the sofa, so as to get a good position in which to insert the plug. Kisaki then inserted the plug into his own mouth, taking in nearly its entire length without a problem, and brought it back out, now coated in saliva. He looked up at Riku’s face, which was blossoming with excitement and his face formed an expression indicating his readiness to have his physical territory invaded; and Kisaki was not one to deny this at this time; he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out and moving it close to Riku’s crotch he let it dance up along the now fully erect shaft, topped it off with a kiss and then spat in his one free hand. He thereafter spread the saliva over Riku’s entryway, slowly massaging in a spiral till he got to the spot he sought, where one finger, then two, with little resistance slipped in.

After pulling them out, Kisaki put the plug end of the tail towards Riku’s rear. Riku squirmed slightly, and Kisaki took a firm hold of one of the buttocks and pried it gently apart so as to ease the entry.

“You know what I always say”, Kisaki said as he began to slowly twist the buttplug and force it in like a solid slippery drill, “any lubrication beyond spit is cheating.”

Riku’s rear was used to such treatment, and soon gave way, and with a plopping sound it was in place. Kisaki twisted it a few more times to make sure it was properly and adequately lodged in place.

After this had been assured in a lengthy safety inspection which involved Kisaki’s fingers moving around the edge of

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