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underarms. But when Takumi went to do the same thing, his hands

were pushed down.

“Let me have control,” Asai said. He went on stroking Takumi as

he spoke. “If I want you to do something, I’ll tell you. I won’t do

anything you can’t handle, and if anything goes wrong, you have your

safe word. Use it if you really need to, but if you are just not sure that

you like what I’m doing, it’s better to submit. That’s the major thing

you need to learn to do. Don’t be afraid that it will stop you having

power in the relationship. That’s not how it works at all. We’ll talk

everything over and you can tell me what you liked and didn’t like,

and what your fantasies are, but we’ll do that afterward, not during

sex. While we are playing, I’m the master and you are my plaything.

Does this sound like the kind of scene you want?”

“I want you to use me,” Takumi said. The words had come out

unconsciously and he was surprised at how hot it felt to hear himself

say that.

“That is good,” Asai said, “because the vanilla sex that I knew you

wanted when you first came here is not a scene I can enjoy more than

once or twice with the same person; but this way, there is so much

more variety, so much equipment, so many toys and tools and

techniques, the possibilities are infinite. With openness and honesty

between us, we can explore the sexual side of our relationship for the

rest of our lives if we want to, just as we can play happily together as

dolphins in the water.”

Asai already had Takumi’s respect and his gratitude and a

crushing kind of love. If it was going to last for the rest of their lives,

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it would have to go deeper. Takumi had no experience of a

relationship like that, but he knew he wanted it.

“We still need to do a little more talking,” Asai went on. “I know

it’s tedious, but I need you to agree to certain things. If I enter your

cute little ass I’ll use a condom. If I enter your mouth, I prefer not to –

is that OK?”

Takumi closed his eyes. Thinking of Asai entering him anywhere,

any way, was making it hard to keep still. He wanted Asai so bad, and

he wanted him right now. With difficulty, he controlled himself.

“Yes.”

“So… I’ll use the kinbaku rope to bind you in a simple posture.

Perhaps a gag. And the nipple clamps we talked about. Restraint, a

little bit of pain, that’s enough for the first time. You had a bad

experience this morning. Being bound will reassure you that you are

safe here. Do you consent to that?”

“Yes,” Takumi said again. He spoke almost in a whisper, with his

head bowed. He felt safe already because he trusted Asai, but he still

wanted to be tied up more than anything in the world. No worries

about whether he was doing the right thing; no trying to second-guess

what his partner wanted. Everything was being taken out of his hands.

“Good. So we’ve finished talking. Now you won’t speak unless

you’re asked a direct question, and you won’t come unless I give you

permission. Do you understand? You can nod your head for yes and

shake for no.”

Takumi nodded.

Asai stood up. He said, “Go on your hands and knees on the bed

with your head toward the wall.”

Takumi obeyed. He heard Asai take his keys from the desk and

lock the door… no, he was unlocking a door and opening it. It must be

the door to the gym that lay between their two bedrooms.

For a moment he thought that Asai was using the gym as a quick

route to his own bedroom, but he hadn’t gone that far. Takumi could

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hear him opening drawers, fetching things out. Maybe it wasn’t a gym

at all, but the place where Asai kept his sex tools and toys. A secret

room, always locked. A place where a young guy could be taken and

ravished and imprisoned.

He shivered. He wanted desperately to look through the open

door, but he’d been told to face away from it and he knew he must

obey. He didn’t want to mess up this experience – this relationship –

before it had even begun. He knew that if he asked Asai about the

room, which he was anyway not allowed to do right now, he would be

told that he must be patient. A little bit at one time: that was how it

was going to be.

When Asai came back, he climbed onto the bed behind Takumi

and laid down whatever he had brought, out of sight. He gripped the

waistband of Takumi’s shorts and pulled them down to his knees. In

other circumstances, Takumi would have lifted his knees and kicked

them off; with Asai, he didn’t.

Asai told him to come up and sit cross-legged, still facing the

wall. Now his shorts were taken off. Asai adjusted his legs so that

they crossed exactly at the ankles. He fitted cuffs, securing Takumi’s

ankles together.

Then he loosened a length of hemp rope, drew Takumi’s arms

behind his back and began to bind his torso. He was very gentle, often

stopping to stroke Takumi’s neck, nipples, belly or pubic hair, but

never touching his cock. When he finished, Takumi’s chest, arms and

back were enclosed in a net of diamonds of thick rope with his nipples

exposed. He could not move his arms. He sat very still with his eyes

closed, conscious of every nerve that was touched by the rope, feeling

that he was giving himself completely to Asai now, and knowing that

in some way, Asai also belonged to him.

Then something bit into his left nipple and he cried out. Asai

slapped his thigh and said “Shh!” Takumi tipped his head back as

Asai manipulated the clamp and the feeling became so intense that it

was no longer pain or pleasure, just sensation. When the second clamp

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was fitted to his other nipple, all the tension left his body and he

moaned. He couldn’t help himself. So Asai gagged him.

Asai teased him for a while, playing with the nipple clamps,

stroking under his arms and tweaking his sparse pubic hair. Then he

pushed Takumi’s head and shoulders forward, down onto the

mattress, with a pillow under his neck. Takumi was on his spread

knees, ankles still bound behind him, hands behind his back, ass up in

the air.

Asai turned Takumi’s head so that he was facing the closet. The

closet door was open and everything that was happening on the bed

was reflected in its mirrored inner surface. He could see Asai kneeling

behind him. He was still dressed in the black undershirt and pants.

Black clothes, black sheet, and Takumi’s cream-skinned body utterly

naked, arranged in a posture that just begged to be fucked. Asai had

turned him into a work of erotic art.

Asai ignored the mirror. He was looking directly at Takumi’s

bound and helpless body, running his hands over the cheeks of his ass

and the tops of his thighs. In this position Takumi looked like he was

begging to be fucked. Aroused to the point of discomfort now, he

shifted a little on the bed and the clamp on his left nipple caught on

the sheet, pulling painfully. He cried out, the sound muffled by the

gag.

Asai lowered the front of his pants to reveal a long, straight, erect

cock. He opened a condom and rolled it on, stroking his cock several

times as he did so. Then he bent forward and applied his lips and

tongue to Takumi’s hole.

Takumi moaned into the gag as his anus was licked and probed by

the warm, wet tongue. Through all the fantasies that he’d had about

Asai over the past weeks, he had never imagined him doing anything

like this. In the mirror he saw Asai’s head pressed against his raised

ass. At the same time Asai’s right hand reached for some lube and

began moving slowly up and down on his own sheathed cock.

Takumi’s cock hung free between his bent legs. It was so engorged

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now, so ready to shoot come, that if Asai had touched it, Takumi

knew he would lose control, permission or no permission.

Finally, when Takumi thought he could bear it no longer, Asai

straightened up, spread his cheeks and fucked him.

All Asai’s gentleness was gone now. He thrust in with no concern

for Takumi’s comfort, violating the hole that he had caressed with his

lips a few minutes before. It hurt. Takumi cried out and struggled, but

his hips were held firm. The more he fought, the more determinedly

Asai controlled him and the harder he was fucked. The burn became

overwhelming until he thought that in another moment he would have

to end this. But he held on for one more thrust, and one more…

Then he recalled Asai telling him that he should submit. Maybe he

could do it. Anyway, he had committed to trying. He consciously

relaxed his ass, surrendered to the thrusts and found himself riding

waves of sensation that could no longer be called pain. It was the most

intense experience he’d ever had. He heard Asai murmur, “Oh, yes.”

After a few more moments of increasing pleasure, a hand slid around

his hip and grasped his cock.

“Now, come,” Asai commanded, and Takumi did with great relief,

shooting a full load onto the sheet below him. Asai grunted and jerked

his cock around in Takumi’s throbbing passage until he too came.

Then, with a deep moan of satisfaction, he sank onto the bed and

rolled Takumi over to lie on his side next to him. After a few

moments he removed the gag and the nipple clamps, then the rope.

He stroked Takumi’s hair and Takumi looked into his eyes. He

saw the businessman that he’d met in the Mazu hotel, a lifetime ago it

seemed, and the dolphin that had saved his life this morning. He saw

how earnest Asai was, and how vulnerable; perhaps he was not meant

to see that, but he did. Asai kissed him again, smoothing back the hair

from his face, and Takumi knew that he wanted to spend his life with

this merman, if he would have him – and Takumi thought perhaps he

would.

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Finding no words, wanting to stay in that world beyond words,

Takumi cuddled up to his lover and slept.

THE END

Author bio:
Rory Auden started writing fiction as a child. In the

intervening years, life has often gotten in the way of art. She began

her first m/m romance saga in 2004, but left it unfinished after she

saw ‘Brokeback Mountain’ and thought it said everything there was to

say about guy-on-guy relationships. How wrong can you be! She is

now making up for lost time. ‘Bonds and Bubble Rings’ is her first

published m/m romance story.

Rory has traveled in many countries of the world and has worked

as a secretary, waitress and flower seller, among other things. She

now supports herself by writing general interest articles for websites,

but fiction is her one true love. Find out what she’s planning next at

www.roryauden.com

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