Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ The Game ❯ The Game ( Chapter 1 )

Title: The Game
Author: My-chan
Fandom: Prince of Tennis/Teni Puri/Tennis no Ohji-sama
Pairing: ? x ? x Ryoma
Rating: NC-17
Warning: lemon, slight bondage, 2 on 1, (NO ncs!)
Summary: Ryoma wakes up and finds himself blindfolded and tied up in a bed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teni Puri. If so the series would contain explicit yaoi ;)
Comment: This fic is a triple-firsttimer for me *g* It contains the first Lemon I ever wrote on my own (not with a partner in rpg style), it's my first Teni Puri story, and it contains my first 2 on 1 "pairing" ^^;
It was inspired by the Fic "Rain Drops Fall" from makikoigami. Thanks for the beta work :)

The low click of a door being shut woke Ryoma from his light slumber. He could hear the light being switched on, but the darkness stayed firmly in place around him. Slow steps approached him, and ginger fingers moved over the silken blindfold that covered his eyes. Despite better knowledge the black-haired boy jerked at the gentle touch.

"Shh..." a soothing sound next to his ear, making those little hairs quiver under the warm breath that tickled his cheek. Soft lips ghosted over his face and kissed an invisible line to his neck. The same fingers moved over his chin, down to his chest and ran almost casually over his shirt.

Ryoma's breath hitched when those fingers travelled to lower regions, because he knew what kind of wicked treatment they were capable of. He could practically hear the satisfied smirk on the other's face, even though he couldn't see it. Yes, they had him right where they wanted him.

The boy didn't know where he was, neither what had happened, but he made his assumptions. The last thing he could remember before he woke up and there was only blackness around him, was the dinner in the summer residence of Tezuka's Parents.

The Seigaku regulars had all met at that house to spend the weekend there, to relax before the next important tournaments would start. They had a week off from school and wanted to start that little holiday all together with a great dinner. Kikumaru and Oishi had spent practically the whole day in the kitchen, while the others had just been goofing around and Inui tried to make Kaidoh drink his latest creation. He ended up in the pool, just like the vicious drink.

In the evening they had enjoyed the delicious food and everyone was just perfectly himself. Kikumaru and Oishi joked around, Inui observed everything silently, Kaidoh glared at everyone sternly, Momo made a fool of himself, Taka-san was as nice as he always was if he didn't hold a racket, Fuji smiled constantly (at Tezuka most of the time) and the captain of Seigaku wore that always present mask of indifference.

Ryoma only remembered one thing that was a bit odd: The Ponta someone had handed him and that he drank so carelessly tasted a bit bitter. But he had thought that the boys had wanted to play a little prank on him, and that maybe there was some alcohol in it or something and paid no second thought on it. Since it didn't have any immediate effect he thought it wouldn't harm him.

But now he lay there on a rather soft cushion, somewhere he couldn't make out where it was, his hands tied over his head. Absolutely defenceless. About two days must have passed since that dinner, considering the amount of times he had gotten something to eat.

The ones who held him captive hadn't shown any interest in harming him in any way though. Up until now Ryoma had noticed two different persons, and he guessed that it was only them. He just couldn't make out who they were since they didn't talk aloud when they were around. They just whispered, and whispering voices are very hard to tell apart as they sound very much alike.

Summarizing all that, there was a lot Ryoma did not know, compared to the things he knew for sure.

"Ah~!"

He gasped and sucked his breath in with a low hiss as those slender fingers ghosted over the waistband of his boxers. One thing he knew for sure. These two loved to play. And right now he was the chosen toy.

When he had woken up for the first time and he noticed his state of being, namely tied up and blindfolded, he had immediately started to panic. But this soothing voice had told him to calm down and that there wasn't any harm intended. That he wouldn't be hurt.

And he wasn't indeed.

First there had only been one pair of hands, touching him softly and gently, almost tenderly. Feeling and exploring every curve of his body, literally. At the beginning those fingers had only touched his face, traced the lines of his chin, cheekbones, travelled lower to the collar bone and eventually slipped underneath the shirt to roam over his creamy chest. But soon their owner got bolder and started to softly tickle his sides before he ever so casually brushed the waistband of his shorts.

Then soft lips followed and repeated the finger's touches, all over his upper body. Finally they nibbled around his belly button, and the touch of a warm and wet tongue that delved into the little hollow almost made him jump out of his skin as he jerked with a soft cry.

He had been so tense from these touches and the anticipation that he felt like he would explode any second. But the lips didn't leave him like he had expected after his outburst. They resumed their work, just like the hands trailed lower until they settled on his knees. Ryoma started to shiver almost violently at that, and he could have sworn that the lips on his belly had curled up to a very sadistic grin just then.

One moment later the person detached himself from his victim, but the boy didn't even get the chance to sigh with relieve when he felt two fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers and pull them down with a slow motion, leaving him almost completely bare.

Ryoma had started to shake his head vigorously, and he pleaded the other to stop whatever he wanted to do. But the soothing lips on his face made him shut up soon enough. The slender body still shivered violently, but it was hard to tell if it was actually from fear or from anticipation.

Then those hands where back on his knees and he couldn't help the soft cry that fell from his lips when some strands of soft hair touched the hot skin of his slowly hardening member. He could feel his legs being spread and even though he tried to struggle against it, he didn't have enough strength and willpower left. The wicked touch of soft lips was now on the inside of his thigh, kissing and nibbling. A wet and warm tongue licked over the heated skin and all those touches slowly started to drive him crazy.

The cries and moans of the black-haired boy soon grew louder, but the one conquering him did nothing to muffle these sounds, like gagging him. In fact he seemed to highly enjoy them as Ryoma thought he could hear him purr.

The lips slowly wandered higher until the soft hair touched the now fully hardened cook of the youngest Seigaku member again. At that point the boy was shivering with need, but the other one thought nothing of granting him release. Instead Ryoma could hear some shuffling while the tongue kept licking over a spot not very far away from the base of his erection.

Suddenly his legs where lifted up a bit so that his feet were standing on the cushion and a cool and slick blunt tip teased the hidden opening, making him tense up immediately.

"Relax," cooed the soothing voice, "it won't hurt if you don't struggle."

The boy realised that the digit prodding his most intimate spot was the index finger of whoever held him captive and slowly he gave in to the whispered order --> [Author ID1: at Wed Jun 23 14:00:00 2004 ][Author:MI] . It wasn't as if he had the chance to flee anyway. Slowly the digit was pushed inside of him, his owner watching with silent amazement how his finger was slowly engulfed by the tight heat that was the younger one's body.

The hot passage was widened carefully by that slick finger, and soon Ryoma was once more shivering and trashing his head from side to side. Suddenly he jerked though, when a spot deep inside of him was prodded and sent blinding stars before his closed eyes. He came with a hoarse cry.

After Ryoma had come down from his cloud again, he could feel the other one lick over his heaving stomach, to clean it off his seed. A low purr was heard and the boy blushed furiously as he imagined that sight. But then his attention was drawn to something else. He could feel those hands on his sides, but he could also feel that finger still inside of him. When he wiggled a bit though, he realised that the digit inside of him was soft, and also a bit bigger than that finger was.

"It's a butt plug," the voice purred next to his ear, making his face rival the colour of a tomato. "To get used to it."

"To what?" he asked breathlessly, and felt the lips curl up into a grin.

"Being filled."

With that the person turned away from him and went to the other side of the room, whispering something Ryoma couldn't make out. But it made him recognize that there was a second person with them. Realizing that they had been watched all the time made him blush --> [Author ID1: at Wed Jun 23 14:00:00 2004 ][Author:MI] once more, embarrassed to the core.

A playful bite in his right nipple called the boy back into the present. He moaned loudly when the by now familiar tongue started a sweet assault on the erect nub.

With every session those fingers and tongue had continued to touch him at places he didn't know himself that he was so sensitive at. After a while the second person had joined in and had made the torture sweeter, more intense and above of all: longer.

A few times they had let him find his release, but then they introduced the second toy: a cock-ring. It left Ryoma whimpering, crying and begging as he was shivering and trashing violently under the ministrations of those two demons.

There was another thing that changed, and that was the butt-plug. With every session it was removed and replaced by a bigger one until he had the feeling that it already had to be at the size of a small cucumber. And then there was another new method of torture: the plug vibrated.

To say that Ryoma didn't love it would be a lie, but the two demons kept on torturing him without granting him the very much craved release. From time to time they showed some mercy and removed the cock-ring, but that occurred almost rarely.

"Are you ready for the final round?" asked the purring voice next to his ear and the lick over the brim finally brought him back into the presence completely.

"Ah~!" Another gasp fell from the ragged lips of the youngest Seigaku member. Still he hadn't been gagged and he figured that those two loved hearing whatever sound he produced. "Na..nani?"

The black-haired boy felt a wave of hot anticipation rushing through his body and going straight to his groin, but he also felt anxious. It was true that up until now he hadn't been harmed, but he didn't know what was waiting for him and it made him gulp dryly. Literally. His throat was as dry as if he had swallowed a mouthful of sand. A strangled croak fell from his lips and a few moments later he could feel his head being lifted up carefully and a bottle touching his lips.

"Now, now... Wouldn't want to let you die of thirst," the voice all but purred sweetly.

Actually Ryoma wouldn't have been too surprised if that really happened... with all the fluids those two drew from his body. He knew one thing for sure: he had never sweated that much in his life before.

After the bottle was put aside and his head rested back between his arms, Ryoma felt that the one beside him stood up. Rustling of clothes could be heard and he realized that the always present second person was next to him as well, probably once more joining the fun.

But then something happened that he didn't really expect: the butt-plug was removed from his body and a tall and strong body slid between his legs to hover over him.

"Don't be scared," he whispered as he could see the younger one's jaws clenching as fear flashed over his features. This voice didn't hold the typical purr and the fact that the always silent second person now suddenly spoke to him made him forget about his fear in an instant.

Then something slick and blunt poked the hidden entrance once again, but this time it was hot and pulsing.

With a gasp, Ryoma snapped his eyes open even though he was still blindfolded, but he didn't get the chance to react as the one above him slowly pushed inside. The hot flesh of the other one brushed his inner tissues in a much more delicious way than any vibrating plug ever could, and the strangled groan soon deformed into a loud wanton moan.

A muffled groan was all that was heard from the one entering him, as he obviously tried to keep every sound to himself. Maybe because he wanted to hide his identity, or maybe it was because he was the only one who was supposed to make sounds. Ryoma didn't know, and he didn't care either.

Right now he was revelling in the feeling of being actually filled by a hot and hard cock, a feeling that was way better than he ever imagined. That thought struck him like some kind of bolt and he realized that he had indeed imagined it from time to time... when he had seen Tezuka step out of the shower with nothing on but a towel around his hip, or when Fuji stepped into the shower with nothing covering his body at all.

Yet again he didn't get the chance to deepen those thoughts as a sharp pain instantly brought him back into the now and here. Rather irritated he tried to figure out what caused that pain, until he noticed that someone was sucking at his neck!

The boy bit his lip as he sucking grew more forceful. He was going to have hell of a hickey there for sure.

Suddenly the lips disappeared, the cock-ring was removed and he was rolled over, so that he was now flush on top of the one inside him. He already wanted to ask what was going on, as he felt those gentle fingers on his backside idly caressing his buttocks.

No... he... he wouldn't... would he?

Ryoma gulped nervously.

Both at once?

But then again... hadn't he said that he wanted to prepare him for something... bigger?

"Aahh~!"

Before he could deepen that thought he already got the answers to his questions. The one behind him had obviously found his position and was now painfully slowly pushing inside of him. It didn't hurt as the boy had expected since they obviously stretched him enough. The feeling was just...

"Ahh!"

Ryoma was moaning loudly at the double sensation of being filled and his inner tissues being stretched and caressed by the pulsing hard flesh. So did the one underneath him, as his cock was rubbed against the one of his partner. Still he tried to muffle his sounds, but both of them failed.

Then they started to move. Not in synch though, what made the touch even more intense. One of them moved inside while the other pulled out, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Ryoma was sandwiched between the two other boys, and he cried out in pure bliss with every thrust.

Soon they both brushed his pleasure spot, always by turns and drove him almost insane because the slight brushing wasn't enough for him to find his release.

"Aah! ...harder... please!"

He whined and begged them to move faster, and most of all prod that spot harder and more frequently. They both gladly complied and even though it was the one behind him to set up the pace, the one beneath wound his arms around him to be in better control of his movements.

The room was filled with Ryoma's wanton cries and the throaty moans of the two boys fucking him. It didn't take long for the triple sensation of being filled by two hard cocks and his own rubbing against the six-pack of the boy underneath him to drive him over the edge. He came with a loud cry and the squeezing of his inner muscles let the other two find their release after another slam inside of him as well.

Twitching slightly in his aftermath the black-haired boy relaxed between them with a soft sigh, his chest heaving and sinking heavily whilst his heart was racing. He could already feel how fatigue started to take a hold of him and slowly he blacked out.

When Ryoma woke up the next time, he found himself on his bed in Tezuka's summer residence, his bag with his belongings standing neatly next to his bed. Getting up he noticed that he was fully dressed in the sports gear he normally wore and almost wanted to believe that he had just dreamed all of that, when he spotted a dark red hickey on his neck.

Eyes widening he dashed out of the room to find the others, but they were all gone. In front of the door though stood a taxi cab as if it was just waiting for him to take him home.

For the rest of the holidays Ryoma wondered idly what the hell had happened to him. When he asked the other's about it he was told, that they had all left the house the next morning, but that he had been sleeping so tightly, that they hadn't wanted to wake him up. They explained that was why he didn't remember how they left.

Still it didn't explained why he had woken up in the summer residence and all the other things that had happened. But none of them seemed to know anything about it and Ryoma didn't doubt that they were saying the truth.

Everyone was just perfectly himself. Kikumaru and Oishi joked around, Inui observed everything silently and scribbled down his notes, Kaidoh glared at everyone sternly, inwardly hoping that Inui wasn't busy coming up with a new recipe for even more sickening drinks, Momo made a fool of himself, Taka-san was in his burning mode and waited for the first opponent to cross his way, Fuji smiled constantly (at Tezuka most of the time) and the captain of Seigaku wore that always present mask of indifference.

Other than that, he didn't need the others to know what had been going on, and thus Ryoma shrugged and decided to leave the matter be. No harm done.

There was just one thing he missed and that was an almost imperceptible sadistic curl of Fuji's upper lip.

"Ne, Tezuka," Fuji breathed. "Any free time soon?"

~End~

well... don't hit me with anything hard, yes? A fluffy pillow would be nice ^^;