Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyuki Serial: Beautifully Broken Evolution ❯ 7 Whipped Into Shape ( Chapter 7 )

Author's Note: None of the lovelies of Saiyuki belong to me and all rights apply to the fantastic creators who do own them. I don't make anything off this but my own perverted gratification. If they did belong to me, they'd be doing a hell of a lot more of this kind of stuff on a regular basis. I am such a sick and evil little puppy.

 

~ indicates POV

 

Self-beta job. All fuck-ups are mine alone.

Thanks goes to Lillie for reading this over for me.

 

 

7 Whipped Into Shape

 

~Gojyo~

 

I had one sweet winning hand. The other suckers at the table didn't stand a chance. Lady Luck had always favoured me. Maybe she had a thing for red heads. I eyed the pot in the middle of the table and had to work to keep my expression neutral. That cash would go a long way to keeping me in booze and smokes for some time.

 

And maybe a few more toys that Sanzo would get a kick out of.

 

“Read `em and weep boys,” I said as I laid my hand on the scarred surface of the table.

 

Curses were muttered softly and cards were thrown down on the table in disgust. I was just dragging the cash towards me when all noise in the room ceased and I felt the cold, hard metal of a gun pressed into the soft skin behind my ear.

 

“I told you to wait in the room for me. You have a problem following orders, Gojyo. Take your money and get your ass to the room before I decide to paint the ceiling with your brains,” Sanzo said with a deadly quiet voice.

 

What the fuck!?

 

Sanzo hadn't said shit to me about waiting in the room for him. I had said to the room in general that I was going to go play some cards and Sanzo had just grunted and went back to his paper. I know he hadn't said anything to me earlier in the day either. He hadn't said a damn word to anyone the whole day. He was too busy radiating uber prick all day.

 

“What the fuck is your problem, Sanzo? I said I was coming down here to play cards. We're not leaving until the morning anyway.”

 

Sanzo snapped the gun just slightly past my cheek and fired a shot into the top of the table. The men scrambled out of their chairs and out of Sanzo's immediate line of fire. I felt the heat of the bullet whiz past my cheek. Fuck. Something had set him off and I was starting to hope like hell it hadn't been me.

 

I hated to get shot.

 

“Move your ass now, Gojyo,” Sanzo hissed as the gun was moved back to me. I could feel the heat of the recently fired barrel against my skin and swore under my breath.

 

I scooped up my winnings and eased from the chair. Sanzo held the banishing gun on me, rock steady. His gaze never wavered and he gestured towards the stairs with a twitch of his head. I didn't want to turn my back on him but I had no choice if I was going to go up the stairs. The whole way up the steps, I felt the gun nudging me in the lower back. Whatever bug Sanzo had gotten up his butt was putting a serious downer on my night.

 

I entered Sanzo's room and moved to the center before turning to face him. I wanted room to dodge any stray bullets that might fly my way. Sanzo closed the door behind him and I heard the lock click into place. This was so not good. I was about to ask Sanzo what his problem was when he motioned at me with the gun.

 

“Strip.”

 

I stared at Sanzo in shock. The order to strip was the last thing that I had expected to hear out of him. Sanzo still held the gun on me and waited.

 

“Don't make me shoot you, Gojyo,” Sanzo warned as he levelled the gun at my chest.

 

I put my winnings down on the table and started to undress. Sanzo watched me intently through half-lidded eyes. When I was naked, he stepped close to me and pressed the gun under my chin, forcing me to tip my head back slightly to ease the pressure. I was wracking my brains to try and think what I could have possibly done to have pissed him off this bad, but nothing was coming to me.

 

“I've had to wait almost three weeks for this little opportunity, Gojyo. It's a damn good thing I'm patient when it's something I want badly enough. Get on the bed on your back; arms over your head. Don't move unless I tell you too or I will shoot you. Understand?” Sanzo asked with a little smile that came and went so fast, I would have missed it if I hadn't been so intent on watching him.

 

That smile told me more than Sanzo could if he had simply explained things to me. The nervous tension eased from my body to be replaced with a sexual tension that was even stronger. Sanzo wanted some kink. I was going to have to work on getting him to verbalize what he wanted better. Although; if I was being perfectly honest; this method of getting my attention had its merits too.

 

I moved to the bed and did as Sanzo instructed me. It was a thrill to be exposed to him like I was and I wondered what it was he had in mind for me. I watched him as he came to stand over me and just looked at me. Lust was starting to burn in his eyes. He put the gun down on the table beside the bed and pulled a length of rope from the sleeve of his robe. He looped it around my wrists and tied it to the bedpost. Another length of rope materialized and he wound that around my ankles and tied the loose end to a post at the end of the bed. There was a little play in the rope but I wasn't going anywhere. Not that I wanted too now that I knew Sanzo wasn't going to put a bullet in any vital body part.

 

“I've been collecting things in the different towns we've passed through. I believe that I have all I want for tonight. I also learned a few things from some very helpful shop keepers,” Sanzo said as he pushed the robes off his shoulders to hang at his waist.

 

“Apparently, there are a few things you haven't told me and I'm wondering why. Why have you never told me what a safe word is, Gojyo?”

 

“I don't need it. I am half demon and I heal fast. I'm stronger than you and faster. If I really wanted to get out of these restraints, I could.”

 

“But what if I did something that you didn't like or it hurt too much? These games can be dangerous, Gojyo. The shop keeper was horrified that we were doing this without safety words.”

 

“I'd tell you to stop. You would have, right?” I struggled not to smirk at the idea of Sanzo talking about this kind of kink with anyone. What I wouldn't have given to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.

 

“That's not the point, Gojyo. We'll be using a safety word tonight. Coffee will be the word. I'll only stop if you say that. Understand?”

 

“Yeah. Coffee. Got it. You got me real curious now, Sanzo. What exactly do you have planned,” I asked as desire began crawling through me.

 

Sanzo just smiled at me. It made me a little nervous when he did that. Sanzo never really smiled. We got those little lip twitches but that doesn't count. This was a full blown smile and while it made the blood surge into my cock at the sheer beauty it turned him into, it also made a shiver of unease dance down my spine. That uncertainty, my being bound for Sanzo and the knowledge that he had been planning this for three weeks made a little sigh of want leave me.

 

“Sanzo?”

 

“Don't make me gag you, Gojyo. I want to hear you moaning but if you keep talking, I will use that nice gag I bought.”

 

Oh fuck. I had no idea what I was creating when I had shown Sanzo this kink. The guy was a natural perv. I watched him as he started to remove his clothes. I loved to look at Sanzo naked. He was beautiful. All golden skin; soft as silk. I suddenly wanted to touch him and had to fist my hands to keep from pulling loose the rope he had bound me with.

 

Sanzo turned his back to me as he shucked his jeans and leather top. I admired the view of his ass as he bent over. When he straightened and turned back to face me, I felt my eyebrows raise. Tiny jewelled nipple clips were attached to his nipples. It looked even better than I thought it would when I had first suggested it to him weeks ago. He noticed my gaze and gave a gentle tug on the delicate chain that connected the clips together. Heat flared to life in his eyes and he pinned me with a look of intense want.

 

“You were right about these. They do feel fantastic. I'm guessing by your reaction that you like the way they look on me.”

 

I just nodded my head and hoped I wasn't starting to drool. I let my gaze travel down his body and found that he was already hard. He let go of the chain and slid his hand down his body until he cupped himself.

 

“You'll get this later if I think your performance was good. Gives you something to work towards. You do want this, don't you?” Sanzo asked in a husky voice as he slowly stroked himself.

 

I nodded my head again, now sure I was drooling. Sanzo moved to his pack and started to remove things wrapped in cloth. I strained to see what they were but Sanzo was blocking most of my view. When he had what he wanted, he came back to the bed and placed the still wrapped bundles on the table. He looked me over with a critical eye before turning back to the stuff on the table.

 

“Since I don't want you getting over excited and ending this before it really starts, I think a little insurance is in order,” Sanzo said as he leaned over me and glided a hand down my belly to my cock.

 

I couldn't help the little thrust of my hips when he closed his hand around me. I sighed with the pleasure of his touch. The sigh turned into a squawk when I felt tight leather circle my cock. I glanced down and had my suspicions confirmed when I saw the cock ring Sanzo had just placed on me.

 

“Hey,” I protested. I didn't need that. My control was very good.

 

Sanzo reached over to the table and unfolded another bundle. He held up a ball gag and looked at me patiently. I snapped my mouth shut with an audible click as arousal shivered through me. Maybe later I'd like that, but not right now. I had thought Sanzo was bluffing me about the gag. I should have known better. Sanzo doesn't bluff. If he had actually bought a cock ring and a ball gag, it made me wonder just what else he had decided to buy. I almost snickered at the thought of him putting all these bondage toys on his credit card. Wouldn't that just piss off the talking heads? Expensing sex toys.

 

Sanzo picked up another bundle and let the cloth slowly fall from the object. I couldn't stop the little moan that left me when I saw the flog. He had been a busy, perverted monk. He trailed the ends of the flog over my chest and belly, swirling them around my cock before moving down my legs. The feel of the supple leather trailing over my flesh was even more erotic because of the simple knowledge that, in the immediate future, Sanzo was going to work me over with it.

 

Even though I was expecting the strike, it still caught me off guard when it came and I hissed. I watched Sanzo as he began lazy strikes against my skin; working his way up from my calves to my chest. He was focused on what he was doing and a flush was starting to colour his skin from his arousal. None of the strikes were very hard and were almost teasing in nature. Just when I thought I was going to have to tell Sanzo to stop holding back, he flicked his wrist and laid a stinging strike across my ribs.

 

I sucked in a surprised breath and had it leave me just as quickly when the flog descended across my belly. Sanzo was now putting some strength into what he was doing. I felt my cock twitch from the hot slap of the leather against my skin and I wondered how and where Sanzo had learned to use a flog. He worked over my chest and belly thoroughly before moving lower and raising welts on my thighs.

 

I was panting from the erotic feel when he stopped and ordered me to roll onto my belly. The play in the rope made sense now. It was hard to do, but I managed to turn over. The cool sheets were a direct contrast to the hot feel of the welts Sanzo had raised along my front. As soon as I was settled on my stomach, Sanzo proceeded to work the flog over my back until it felt like I was being stung by hundreds of bees over and over again. I groaned from the dark pleasure of the pain.

 

When he moved to work over my ass and thighs, I was actually glad that he had thought to put a cock ring on me. It was an exquisite pain to feel the flog reddening my flesh. It had been a very long time since I had been able to play this intensely with anyone and I couldn't remember enjoying it this much. I knew that if I didn't have the cock ring on, I would have probably come. As it was, I was moaning uncontrollably and rocking my hips into the mattress. I almost protested when Sanzo stopped.

 

“I think that's enough of that for now,” Sanzo said in a breathless voice. I wasn't the only one being aroused by the flogging.

 

“I'm going to put this in a safe place so we don't forget it later,” Sanzo said as I heard him moving things around.

 

I gasped when I felt a hard, lube slicked object press for entrance against my hole. I whined as Sanzo continued to press it against my ass until my muscles relaxed and I accepted the object into my body. Sanzo caressed my hot skin and made soothing noises as he started to slowly fuck me with the handle of the flog. The leather strips moved gently back and forth across my welt-covered thighs and I started moaning again from the pleasure. Once I started to moan and push back, Sanzo stopped and turned me back over.

 

“I didn't really believe the clerk; that you'd like the other use of the flog. I should have known better. Pervy kappa,” Sanzo said as he stared into my eyes.

 

He leaned over me and kissed me with a hungry passion that I returned. His fingers ran through my hair and he made little sounds of desire as he stroked inside my mouth with his tongue. I wanted to touch him back but couldn't with my hands bound above my head. The fact that I couldn't touch him only wound my desire higher. I savoured the contact of his skin against mine wherever he touched me. I was disappointed when he slowly pulled back from the kiss.

 

“What is the safe word, Gojyo?” Sanzo whispered as he planted little nipping kisses over my throat.

 

“What?” I asked in a sensual haze as I tried to rub my body against his.

 

“The safe word. I won't do anything else until I hear it.”

 

“Coffee,” I breathed as Sanzo pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers.

 

I wondered why he wanted me to repeat it when he had to know it would take a hell of a lot for me to use it. I had my answer when I felt his fingers move to touch my antenna. A little fission of unease zipped through me. Sanzo knew how sensitive they were. He also knew that I had told him never to play rough with them `cause he wouldn't like what happened then. I closed my eyes and tensed as I felt Sanzo lean over me. I hoped that he wouldn't try something rough. I liked the pain in the right context. Yanking on my antenna wasn't the right context. Ever.

 

He stroked them gently from root to tip and made me arch into him from the flood of desire that simple action caused. I suddenly wanted to make him feel as aroused as I was. It was a compulsion to give him pleasure. I tugged against the ropes that held me and gave a frustrated little growl when the bonds held.

 

“I told you that you shouldn't have let me know how sensitive they were, Gojyo. I've wanted to see what would happen if I did this since that night. Remember the safe word if it's too much for you and I'll stop.”

 

Worry chased the desire I was feeling and I tensed back up as I waited for Sanzo to pull on them or twist them. I almost used a safe word for the first time in my life until I felt the hot, wet slide of Sanzo's tongue curl around one of them and lick it from root to tip. My back bowed and a deep groan of absolute bliss rushed through me. I had never had anyone do that and the need it produced in me was stunning. When Sanzo got to the end of it and let it fall from his mouth, I collapsed back on the bed panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat.

 

I had to please him. I had to make him feel even just a fraction of the pleasure he had just given me. It was an urge that I was powerless to resist. I started to struggle against the ropes, needing to touch Sanzo; to give him bliss. I froze when I felt his fingers grasp my antenna firmly. A little whine left my throat as he stroked them back and forth with his thumb.

 

“Well that worked better than I thought it would. Bet you'll love this then,” Sanzo said as he leaned forward and took the tips into his mouth and sucked.

 

My breath whooshed out of me. Desire roared through me. My grip on my demon half was slipping fast. I wanted to give Sanzo so much pleasure that he'd pass out from it. I wanted to worship his body for hours. I wanted to hear him groan and scream from the passion I called from his body. My skin felt hot and tight and I could only pant and moan under him as he tormented me with desire. I wasn't sure if the cock ring was going to be enough to keep me from coming if he kept up the gentle pressure of his mouth on my antenna.

 

My control broke under the steady, pleasurable assault and my demon nature kicked in. I opened my mouth to use the safe word and instead began singing for Sanzo. I had no control. I needed him to feel pleasure from me. I had to give him the satisfaction of release. I needed that like I needed to breathe. Sanzo made a startled sound in his throat and let my antenna slowly slip from his mouth. I sobbed at the loss but couldn't stop my song. He had pushed me too far.

 

Sanzo moved over me and straddled my chest. His cock hovered over my lips and I flicked out my tongue to taste him, desperate to give him pleasure as I sang for him. I was caught by the heated look of want in his amethyst eyes. Still singing to him of the desire he had brought to life in me, I moved my head forward and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. Sanzo's eyes slid closed and he groaned before reaching out and stroking my antenna again.

 

Tears started to leak from the corners my eyes at the sheer bliss of having my antenna stroked and the knowledge that I was finally giving Sanzo a fraction of the joy I was experiencing. He started to slowly pump my mouth, muttering encouraging words. His fingers never stopped their gentle torture along my antenna. As Sanzo's hips began to move faster, so did his fingers. Need beat through me. The need to make Sanzo come and my own need to follow him; regardless of the cock ring preventing it.

 

Sanzo suddenly stiffened over me. His fingers left my antenna and he grasped his cock as he pulled it out of my mouth. His eyes opened and held my gaze as he let his release find him. Hot seed spurted over my lips and I opened my mouth to catch what I could. Sanzo growled low in his throat and he rubbed his cock over my lips, smearing his release over them. With his release and no touches to my antenna, the overwhelming need to fulfill Sanzo began to fade and I was finally able to stop my song to him.

 

Sanzo was drawing in huge breaths and sweat glistened on his skin. A rosy flush coloured his cheeks and his hand shook ever so slightly as he passed it over his face to wipe away some of the sweat trickling down his cheek. My cock was painfully hard but I hadn't come. The cock ring had done its job. Arousal still surged through me and I wanted relief. I wanted Sanzo to touch me. I needed Sanzo to touch me.

 

“That was even better than I thought it would be. I need a smoke,” Sanzo said as he moved off me and walked away to retrieve his smokes.

 

What?!

 

“Sanzo,” I groaned as I moved my hips. That small movement reminded me that I had the handle of the flog stuffed up my ass and I closed my eyes at the delicious feel of it shifting around and pressing against my sweet spot. I licked my lips, tasting Sanzo and groaned again.

 

“The gag is still an attractive option, Gojyo,” Sanzo said as he pulled smoke into his lungs.

 

“Fuck, come on, Sanzo. I'm hurting here,” I said with what sounded like a whine to me.

 

“Isn't that the point?” Sanzo asked as he moved next to the bed.

 

“Yes - no. You know what I mean,” I growled in frustration.

 

“We both know you can handle more pain that a human. I've thought about it and I believe that to really give you a good session, you need to experience some sexual pain. Denied release just seemed so damn perfect for you.”

 

Fuck, Sanzo was a prick.

 

Okay, so maybe he was right. I liked the physical pain but it sometimes took a lot to really push my buttons. The pressure to come, to find release was intense and I knew that Sanzo was enough of a bastard to keep me on the edge for as long as he could. But I could get it back up again fast if I used just a little of my youkai powers. I just needed to take a little of the edge off.

 

Great. Now I sounded like a junkie. A Sanzo cock junkie.

 

“You know I can stay hard as long as you want me to if I use my demon powers, Sanzo. Come on, one little orgasm,” I wheedled.

 

“You should have shut the fuck up four sentences ago. I did want to try this out though,” Sanzo said as he picked up the gag and leaned over me.

 

I eyed the gag and wondered if Sanzo would still try and use it if I said no. I looked up into his eyes. Banked heat smouldered in them but he was waiting for me to decide. That must have been some talk he'd had with the store clerk if he was actually waiting for me to give him the go ahead. I knew from his expression that he had a plan for how he wanted the evening to continue and it didn't involve me getting my rocks off just yet. That made me curious enough to open my mouth for him to put the gag in. Sanzo's lips twitched in a smile as he gently put the gag in and fastened the straps. He reached over and placed a small ball in my hand and closed my fingers over it.

 

“Since you can't talk, drop the ball if it gets too much for you.”

 

I nodded my understanding and clenched my fist. There was no way in hell I was dropping the ball. Having the gag in my mouth and Sanzo running his hot gaze over me was more erotic than I thought it would be. Sanzo turned back to the table and unwrapped another object. When he turned back to me, he held it up for me to see.

 

“Ever had someone use one of these on you?” Sanzo asked as he held the little toy up.

 

I shook my head no. I wasn't really sure what it was. It looked like a cross between a crop and a flog. I couldn't see it doing much but Sanzo obviously had ideas about it. I was really starting to wonder about this shop that Sanzo had gone to.

 

“Guess I should show you then,” Sanzo said as he finished his smoke. “Besides, it'll give me a little time to get it back up.”

 

I looked at Sanzo's groin. He was semi-hard. I felt my belly flutter at the thought of Sanzo coming again. Sanzo stood over me and raised his arm. He brought the little toy down with deadly accuracy onto my nipple. A startled little hiss stuck in my throat. It was a sharp little pain that only touched my nipple. The pain made it pucker and when the toy struck it again, I moaned with delight. Sanzo began alternating the strikes between my nipples until he had me breathing heavily through my nose from the hot feel of leather contacting sensitive skin.

 

I squirmed when Sanzo stopped and made garbled noises in my throat. Sanzo chuckled softly as he ran a hand down my chest to give my cock a few gentle pulls. He put the miniature flog down on the bed and slipped his hands between my knees to spread my legs apart. It was a little uncomfortable with my ankles still tied together but so very erotic that I moaned again around the gag. I clenched the ball in my fist even tighter. I was not stopping this beautiful torture any time soon.

 

Sanzo pulled on the flog still buried in my ass. I couldn't move my hips at all to help him with the way I was bound at the ankles and my legs spread open. He started a slow rhythm of strokes that felt so damn good, I never wanted him to stop. I watched him through passion hazed eyes as he fucked me with the toy and stroked his own cock back to hardness. When he picked up the miniature flog again, excitement surged through me. I wasn't prepared for the stinging swat to my painfully erect cock.

 

My yell was muffled by the gag. Sanzo let another strike fly as he shoved the flog inside me. The feel of the flog pressing hard against my sweet spot, the bite of the little flog against the sensitized skin of my cock and the exposed, vulnerable position of being bound and spread for Sanzo's pleasure made desire rush through me like a tidal wave. I clenched the ball tighter in my fist until I felt my short nails digging into the palm of my hand and the sweet coppery smell of blood as they broke the skin.

 

Sanzo was silent as he whipped my cock with the little flog and fucked me with the other one, but he was breathing heavily and the rosy flush was back on his skin from arousal. He was hard again and I wondered what it was that he intended to do to me now. He had finally stopped the torment of my cock and sat back on his heels to just stare at me.

 

When he reached for the lube, I made wordless noises of encouragement in my throat. I was finally going to get some relief. He surprised me when he pushed my legs back together, leaving the flog in my ass. I made a sound of disappointment in my throat, at a loss as to what he intended to do. If he wasn't going to fuck me what was he doing with the lube?

 

I had my answer when he poured a generous amount over my own cock. The cold lube was a sharp contrast to the hot feel of my skin and I growled low in my throat. That I could deal with. It was the look of intense desire that Sanzo gave me as he swung his leg over my hips and impaled himself on my cock in one smooth move. My eyes rolled back in my head from the deep pleasure of being gripped so tightly. When Sanzo began to raise and lower himself on me I tried to thrust my hips to meet him but the ropes had just enough tension to stop me from it.

 

“Sing to me, Gojyo. I know you can even with something in your mouth. Sing to me to tell me how much you're aroused by what I'm doing to you,” Sanzo ground out as he began to move faster. The jewelled nipple clips swayed and caught the light, hypnotizing me with the erotic sight of Sanzo riding my cock, flushed with pleasure.

 

I started to sing for Sanzo. I put all the want and need and arousal he had created in me into my song for him. Sanzo gasped and his eyes widened in surprise. He leaned forward to tease my antenna again with one hand while he stroked himself with the other. The need to please Sanzo poured through me again and out into my song. Sanzo gave a little sob at the vivid burst of bliss and closed his eyes with a drawn out moan as he peaked again.

 

I pressed my head back into the pillow and tendons stood out in my neck at the feel of Sanzo's ass clenching rhythmically on my over sensitized cock. I let my song to Sanzo trail off with his release. My breath heaved in my chest and still I didn't come. Sanzo hadn't removed the cock ring before mounting me. I was equally aroused and frustrated at the same time. I was ready to beg and plead with Sanzo if that was what was needed for him to take the cock ring off me and let me have the same pleasure of release that he'd already experienced twice.

 

He slowly let go of both my antenna and his cock before moving off me again. I lay on the bed, covered in sweat and come with a ball gag in my mouth and a flog up my ass and I'd never felt so unbelievably alive and erotic. Every nerve in my body was on edge and demanding action. My balls felt full to bursting with the need to come and every beat of my heart made my cock throb in time.

 

I watched Sanzo light up another smoke and take a deep drag on it before coming back to the bed. He stopped along the way and grabbed a glass of water. He undid the gag and removed it from my mouth before offering me a sip of water. I took the drink and closed my eyes against the feel of his bare skin brushing against mine. I opened my eyes in surprise when I felt the filter of the cigarette pressed to my mouth. Not about to pass up the chance for a quick puff to calm my nerves, I drew a deep lungful in.

 

“You still okay for a little more, Gojyo?” Sanzo asked as he took the final puff on the smoke.

 

Okay for more? I needed to fucking come! I was primed for more.

 

“I haven't dropped the ball or used the safe word have I? I can take whatever you can dish out.”

 

“Really? You seemed pretty desperate a few minutes ago,” Sanzo said with a smirk.

 

He was such a fucking prick.

 

“But I do think I've tortured you enough for one night,” he said as he moved to my feet and untied the rope from my ankles.

 

Sanzo rubbed my legs with slow strokes, making sure that I didn't cramp up. He left my arms bound over my head. He spread my legs apart and moved between them as he started to stroke me again with the flog. He leaned over my belly, his spent cock brushing against my hard one. Both of us groaned at the feel and I moved my legs to plant my feet against the mattress to thrust my hips against his.

 

I watched as Sanzo proceeded to lick up his seed from my belly and chest. His tongue flicked over my nipples and made me groan as the desire running through my body surged again from the erotic feel of his tongue on me, cleaning me of his seed. Sanzo bathed every inch of my belly and chest with his tongue that he could reach from his position between my legs. His back and forth movements rubbed our groins together and soon had me thrusting against him.

 

“Do you want to come now, Gojyo?” Sanzo asked softly near my ear.

 

“Yes,” I groaned as I felt him pressing his fully erect cock against mine. I had no idea where he was getting the stamina. Maybe it was all that meditation he did.

 

Sanzo moved off me and nudged me to roll onto my stomach. I let him move me how he wanted, knowing I was finally going to get the release I had been craving. He urged my hips up so that my ass was high in the air while my chest was pressed to the bed. He pulled the flog from my ass and gripped my hips as he slid into me smoothly. I moaned my pleasure at the feel of him filling my ass. He began a slow steady rhythm that was both an exquisite pleasure and torture. I needed to find release and he was teasing me as if he had all the time in the world to enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me.

 

The hard slap to my ass caught me completely off guard and I yelped. The second stinging slap had me jerking on the ropes that still bound my hands. The third blow was accompanied by an increase in Sanzo's pace. I felt his fingers on my cock, stroking it, before the pressure of the cock ring was removed. I whimpered when his hand left my cock without any further touch. The position he had me in left me without any friction for my cock and I whined in frustration.

 

“Come, Gojyo.” Sanzo demanded with a harsh growl and a fierce slap to my ass.

 

I jerked from the slap and had Sanzo pull me roughly back onto his cock. Black dots danced in front of my eyes from the pleasure of him striking both my ass and the sweet spot deep inside me.

 

“I said come, Gojyo.” Sanzo repeated with another hard swat on my ass as he began to move faster and gripped my hip harder.

 

Sanzo began raining strikes down on my ass as he started a rough series of thrusts. Every slap was accompanied by his demand for me to come. My cheeks felt hot and tender from the spanking and my cock throbbed painfully. I whined at the beautiful sensations of painful pleasure. Sanzo laid an especially hard swat to my ass as he drove into me brutally hard with yet another order to come. His smoky, desire filled voice combined with the spanking and him hitting my prostate again and again, finally pushed me over the edge.

 

A low growl left my lips as I finally hit my peak. Sanzo gasped and slammed into me one last time and moaned as he was sucked along to orgasm from the feel of my ass squeezing his cock. My legs shook as the orgasm seemed to stretch out forever. The release was painfully sweet and I let my eyes slide closed as I struggled to breathe normally. I revelled in the feel of my cock pulsing with release and the feel of Sanzo's throbbing inside me from his orgasm. Sanzo slipped from me before I was ready for him to and a little groan of protest escaped me.

 

He pushed me to my side and untied my arms. He massaged them until I could move them easily again. He rose from the bed and returned with a damp cloth. He proceeded to wipe my face and chest before moving the cloth between my legs. He tossed the used cloth to the floor and reached for his smokes before climbing back onto the bed. He offered one to me and we both smoked in silence.

 

“Did you enjoy that, Gojyo?” Sanzo finally asked as he crushed out his smoke.

 

“Fuck yeah. And you call me a perv, Sanzo. I would have loved to have been with you when you bought those toys. Sounds like some kinda shop you were in.”

 

“When I want something, very little stops me.”

 

“And you wanted to do this. Have you ever thought about being on the receiving end of this kind of play Sanzo?” I asked as I drew random patterns with my finger on his thigh.

 

“The pain is your kink Gojyo,” Sanzo said with a snort.

 

“It's our kink Sanzo. You like it too; at least giving it. You should try it sometime, being on the receiving end, just to see if it pushes your buttons. We could start with something small. Turning you over my knee for a spanking maybe. I gotta admit I find the idea very arousing, Sanzo.”

 

Sanzo scowled at me and I wondered if I had pushed him in a direction he wasn't willing to go. It was fine with me if Sanzo didn't want to be on the receiving end. Not everybody was a switch like me. It would be too much to hope for that Sanzo would like to be on the other end of the whip. Truthfully, I liked Sanzo as my top. He was surprisingly good at it and a very fast learner.

 

But now that I had actually visualized having Sanzo turned over my knee as I spanked his tight little ass a bright red, it wouldn't leave my head. The thought of making the reserved, bitchy monk cry out and beg for me to stop was as arousing as the mental image of fucking him hard while admiring my rosy handprints on his ass.

 

“You find everything arousing, Gojyo,” Sanzo muttered as he moved fractionally closer to me and closed his eyes.

 

Well, yeah, that was true. But the things that Sanzo had done to me tonight just made all kinds of wicked thoughts start running through my head. I scooted down on the bed next to Sanzo and pulled him into my arms with only a token protest from him. It was part of our deal that I got to cuddle with him after this kind of intense play. He could do virtually anything he wanted to and with me as long as I got some gentle, relaxing time after. I figured it was important for him to realize that even though what we had just done was considered a form of torture by some people, it wasn't about causing pain for pains sake. It was about trusting someone to give you the painful pleasure you desired and finding pleasure in doing that for someone.

 

The first few times I had insisted on the cuddling, he had held himself stiffly in my arms; afraid to show the weakness of a little gentleness. Now, he protested for show and let me treat him to some gentleness that I felt had been missing from his life. His head rested on my shoulder and his fingers tangled in the ends of my hair. He relaxed and was soon breathing softly before long. I thought he had fallen asleep when he spoke again in a voice so low that I had to strain to hear it.

 

“I'll think about letting you spank me.”

 

I sucked in a surprised breath. I hadn't expected that. My cock started to stir to life at the mental image of Sanzo standing in front of me naked and aroused and asking me to spank him. I felt Sanzo's lips twitch in a quick smile against my chest before he yawned and settled even more firmly against me. I sighed in disappointment when I realized that he was worn out and on the edge of sleep. I wasn't getting any more fun and games out of him tonight but if I stayed the night, I could play with Sanzo first thing in the morning.

 

I untangled him from me and got up to turn off the light. Sanzo protested my getting back into bed with him and pulling him back to me. I ignored his muttered death threats and pressed his head to my shoulder again. His fingers found their own way back into my hair. I closed my eyes and smiled into the dark room, enjoying the feel of Sanzo pressed against me. I had something to work for now. I could be persuasive when it was something I wanted.

 

Even more so when it was something that promised so much sexual pleasure.