Chapter 5
 

Things were strained between Genrou and Kouji after that. Although his friend continued to insist that nothing of major importance had happened to him, Kouji's eyes had taken on a frightened look deep within them, similar to that of a badly abused animal. Genrou merely growled and avoided him, when it became obvious that Kouji was refusing to talk to him about it.

Houjun continually tried to convince him to leave well enough alone, but Genrou was having none of it. Finally he exploded one night, while Houjun was lecturing him once again to stop poking his nose into the school's disciplinary measures.

"If you won't help me, then why don't you just fucking leave me alone!" He yelled, jumping up from his desk and shoving his face into Houjun's. The other boy blinked, apparently surprised by the outburst, but Kouji would have recognized Genrou's famed temper coming into play.

"I AM trying to help you," Houjun insisted, refusing to back away from Genrou, though there was less than half a foot of space between them. "I'm helping you by convincing you not to get yourself into trouble."

"I need to find out what they HELL they did to my best friend, Houjun!" Genrou snarled, waving his hands at the copy of the school regulations he'd been reading. "It doesn't say anything in here about drugs or hypnotism or whatever. They're screwing us, man!"

Houjun raked a hand through his longish hair, frustrated. "Genrou, you're only going to get yourself in trouble. Do you want to end up like Kouji, hell, like everybody else in this damn school, shying away from shadows while insisting that there's nothing wrong?"

Genrou poked at his chest triumphantly. "See? You DO admit there's more going on here than they're admitting."

Houjun's good eye narrowed. "Yes, there is. You and I are two of the few people in this school who HAVEN'T been 'punished', and I'm trying to keep it that way! I don't want to see that same damn look in your eyes!"

Genrou shook his head. "Why the fuck do you care, anyway? You've done your good deed for the year, you've warned me, so what the hell does it matter to you what I do? Are they gonna punish you if I get in trouble?"

"NO!" Houjun nearly shouted. "That's not it at all! I'm doing it because I don't want you to get hurt, you idiot!"

"Why?" Genrou insisted. "What the hell do I mean to you? It's not like you care about me or anythi…"

Houjun cut him off with a vicious kiss, silencing him most effectively. He wasn't tender or gentle, using brutal force and grabbing Genrou's shoulders hard. Distantly, Genrou thought perhaps he was trying to scare him away, or perhaps scare himself out of doing it.

But Genrou was no stranger to rough kisses - he and Kouji had done a fair amount of damage to each other over the years, when their playing turned rough. He kissed back, his hands clutching at Houjun's shirt, his mouth opening beneath the older boy's onslaught and tongue warring for dominance.

He didn't know how long it went on, before Houjun pulled back abruptly, his good eye wild and expression shocked. Both of them were panting hard, trying to catch their breath and their equilibrium, as they stared at one another uncertainly. For good or for bad, their relationship had just been irrevocably changed, and life would never be the same again.

"Go-gomen!" Houjun finally stammered, whirling and bolting for the door before Genrou could move to stop him. As the door slammed shut behind him, Genrou lifted a shaking hand to trace his bruised lips, his eyes wide and wondering.

"He… kissed me," he murmured, as if saying it aloud would make it feel more real. "He actually kissed me."
 
 

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Houjun didn't return until mere moments before roll call, and refused to look at or speak to his roommate at all. Genrou didn't press the issue, content to let Houjun have the time to think which he so obviously needed. It was fairly clear that the older boy had been utterly shocked by his actions, and Genrou knew from experience dealing with his own uncertainties that pushing now would only confuse Houjun more. If he wanted to have any chance with his roommate at all, he needed to back off and pretend nothing had happened.

But his dreams that night were some of the most erotic he had ever experienced in all his seventeen years, and he awoke hard and sweating, to find the room empty. The tangle of sheets on Houjun's usually immaculate bed gave him a clue that the older boy hadn't slept any better than he had, and he smiled in satisfaction.

He went through his classes in a daze that day, unable to focus on anything but that wild kiss. His thoughts were jumbled, and he could only assume that he gave the correct answers when the sensei called on him in class, because he couldn't remember for the life of him what he might have said. So distracted was he, that he didn't seen Chuin approaching him until he literally bumped into the upperclassman.

Eyes wide, he glanced around and realized the hallway was utterly empty, and that Chuin had a nasty smirk on her face. He scrambled backwards, but it was too late - one hand shot out to hold his head in place, while the other clamped a sickly-sweet smelling cloth to his face.

Trying not to breath, Genrou struggled uselessly. He could feel sense slipping away from him as the chloroform took effect, numbing his body and pushing his mind over into darkness. The last thought he had before passing out completely was a memory of Houjun's worried expression, the day he had first beat up Chuin's goons.
 
 

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Genrou came to slowly, his mind still fuzzy and his vision blurred. There was a deep ache in his shoulders, and he realized why when he tried to move his arms to relieve it - they were fastened securely above his head, all his weight hanging from them. Shaking his head, he blinked several times, forcing his eyes to focus.

He was in a dim room, wrists tied together and hanging from a hook on the ceiling. His toes just barely brushed the floor, but his ankles were chained to rings in the floor, keeping him from moving his legs. His shoes had been removed, but the rest of his clothes were still present. Eyes going wide, he began to struggle wildly.

"Calm down, little worm," a distressingly familiar tenor spoke from behind him. Stilling his movements, Genrou craned his neck to see his tormentor.

Chuin smirked at him from across the room. "You're only making it worse by struggling, you know." Beside the kimono-clad woman, Kaen examined her nails, seemingly bored. She glanced up as her friend spoke.

"Oh, is he awake?" Her eyes lit up, and she smiled seductively at him. Genrou shivered, disgusted. "Goody. Now we get to have some fun."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Genrou snarled at them. Or rather, he tried to - his mouth felt stuffed with cotton, his tongue a dead weight, and he was fairly certain he was sounding incoherent.

Kaen tilted her head a little. "Not quite awake, apparently. How much of that drug did you give him, Chuin?"

The grey-haired woman wrinkled her nose delicately. "Just enough to be certain he stayed out. I may have overdone it a little - he's so strong, I wanted to make sure he wouldn't wake up before we had him secured." Gliding forward, seeming to float rather than walk, she reached out to trail one long, sharp red nail down Genrou's chest, tracing the lines of the muscles beneath his tight t-shirt.

Squirming, Genrou tried to pull away from her touch. The hungry, lustful look was back in her golden eyes, holding him captive to her will. His body moved sluggishly, seeming to resist his efforts to deny her. She smiled, her expression predatory.

"Oh, yessss…" she hissed in excitement. "DO struggle more, little worm. I am SO going to enjoy breaking that pride of yours."

"Go to hell," Genrou managed, and spat in her face.

She reached up slowly, using the back of one delicate finger to wipe away the spittle. She held it before her eyes, seemingly fascinated - then suddenly lashed out, backhanding him across the face. Her sharpened nails left four tiny grooves in the skin of his cheek, aching dully.

Kaen paced up beside her friend, and Genrou got his first good look at her outfit in the dim light. She wore knee-high, stiletto-heeled 'bitch boots', as his sister Aidou called them, with silver, sharp looking edgings on the toe and heel. Tight, black leather pants - he had little doubt it was real leather - clung to her legs like a second skin. A heavy silver chain circled her waist, the free end trailing down to the floor. Her stomach and flat abs were exposed, showing a circular lightning-bolt tattoo around her navel, and a small, diamond stud in her bellybutton. He didn't doubt it was a real diamond, either. Her black, pvc top was low-cut and laced up the front, the laces straining to hold together, making it look as if her ample bust would burst free if she took too deep a breath. Her purple hair was coiled in an elaborate arrangement, framing her perfect, oval face before sweeping out behind her to nearly trail on the ground. In her hands she held a thin, black leather whip, with a sharp steel tip on the end.

She toyed with that steel tip, drawing across her full, red lips, trailing it down her throat and chest teasingly. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her breathing was a little heavy, as if she were already excited. "Ne, Chuin," she murmured, her voice a throaty, seductive purr that made him shiver despite himself. "Am I allowed to play with him at all? Or is this one only for you?"

Chuin smiled at her. "Of course you may play a little, Kaen. I wouldn't have invited you, otherwise. Aren't we friends? And don't friends always share their playthings?" She chuckled, the sound sending a different kind of shiver down Genrou's spine. "Just don't mark him until I say it's okay to do so, please."

Kaen snapped the whip a little, making Genrou jump. "Of course not." She placed the coils of the whip beneath Genrou's chin and forced his face up, leaning in closely and licking her lips in anticipation. "I hope you're going to be half as much fun as Chuin predicts, little worm," she murmured breathlessly. "Most of our toys break so easily, it's disappointing."

"Ch." Genrou seemed to have regained some control over his body, though he still couldn't free himself from the restraints. He turned his face away from Kaen. "You'll be disappointed all right, but not because I break too fast. I ain't afraid of you, and I ain't intimidated by you. So ya might as well save yerselves a heap of trouble, and just let me go now."

Chuin laughed in delight. "You see, Kaen? So very proud! Won't this be fun?" Smirking, Kaen nodded, and circled to Genrou's back. He tensed as he heard the sound of the whip snaking along the ground, then breathed out and forced himself to relax. He gritted his teeth, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing him cry out in pain.

He heard the whistle of the thin leather cutting through the air, but felt only the barest stinging sensation on his back. Startled, he wondered if Kaen had missed. He'd had mosquito bites that hurt worse than that.

Again and again, the whip cut through the air, and again and again, he felt next to nothing. Only when the chill air of the room caressed his skin, did he realize what was happening. His eyes widened in shock. :She's flaying my shirt right off me! And barely brushing the skin!: He began to tremble as he contemplated the level of skill such an act would require. Kaen knew exactly what she was doing with that whip.

She worked her way around to his front, and Genrou had to struggle not to flinch each time the sliver tip of the whip came flying towards him. He managed it, holding perfectly still, and when Kaen finally coiled the whip in satisfaction, there was nothing left of his shirt but the smallest shreds of fabric. Yet, there was not a single bruise on his torso.

Chuin was standing out of the way at one side, and as he flicked a glance at her, he saw that she had one hand inside her kimono front, fondling herself. Her head was tipped back slightly, and she watched the proceedings from beneath thick eyelashes, a look of pure, unadulterated lust on her face. She licked her lips and smiled at him, withdrawing her hand from within her clothes and moving forward.

"Very impressive, as usual, Kaen," she purred, and Kaen smirked. "And very impressive on your part as well, my dear Genrou. May I call you Genrou? Or perhaps, Gen-chan, as your friends do?"

"Fuck off," he snarled, baring his fangs at her. She laughed, and slapped him casually. Four more shallow lines marked his face, blood slowly beading in the welts.

"Don't damage him too soon, Chuin," Kaen chided. "Especially after all my hard work not to bruise him."

"Indeed, my apologies Kaen." Backing off a little, Chuin looked him up and down. "My goodness! He's even better than I'd hoped."

Kaen was giving him a similar going-over. "He IS delicious looking, isn't he? I think I'm glad you took a special interest in him after all - he is going to be fun to break indeed."

"You just don't get it, do ya?" Genrou asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He narrowed his eyes at them. "Ya can't break me, 'cause I just don't care what ya do. If it makes ya feel better about yerselves to mess with my body like this, fine, go ahead - ya can't touch my mind or my spirit, 'cause I won't let ya. And sooner or later, yer gonna hafta let me go. And when you do…" he gave them his famous fanged grin. "Well - don't sleep too deeply at night, if ya know what I mean."

Instead of unnerving them a little, as he'd hoped, his words seemed to excite them further. Chuin gave that chilling little laugh of hers. "Ah, how I love your fire, Gen-chan! Let me bask in its warmth!" Gripping his chin with hard fingers, she brought her mouth to his, kissing him deeply.

Genrou struggled a bit, then acquiesced - and the moment her tongue entered his mouth, he bit down, hard. Gasping, she pulled away, a thin red trail marking her face; but her reaction seemed to be prompted more by lust than pain. She trailed her fingers along his bare chest, licking her lips to catch every coppery drop of blood.

"You think you're hurting me, but in fact, you're only digging your grave deeper, Gen-chan," she whispered into his ear, before biting down painfully on the lobe. Genrou gritted his teeth and bore the sharp pain stoically.

"Chuin loves the taste of blood, you see," Kaen commented, flicking the tip of the whip idly, like a cat's tail twitching just before it pounces.

"Particularly other's blood, but my own will do in a pinch," Chuin added, pulling away from him. Turning to face her friend, she clasped one hand on the back of Kaen's neck and leaned in for a deep kiss. When she pulled away, both women were panting, their lips slightly bruised-looking.

"Take his pants off, Kaen," Chuin murmured, drawing back to her corner. "And cut him, just a little, please. I want to see if his blood is as hot as his temper."

"With pleasure," Kaen replied, and set to work.

Genrou could not suppress a small hiss of pain, as the whip bit into his flesh for the first time. Thin, stinging lines were laid out along his calves and the tender flesh of his inner thighs, as his jeans were literally torn off his body, piece by tiny piece. He forced himself to hold still, knowing that any movement would only worsen the bite of the whip, and earn him more punishment later.

When she was finished, Genrou noted in a sort of detached amazement that his briefs were still in one piece, not a single tear in the thin cotton. She seemed smugly pleased with her work. Thin trickles of blood tickled their way down the inside of his legs from the tiny cuts she'd inflicted.

Chuin was touching herself again, tiny moans emerging from her throat as she watched. Sauntering forward, she trailed her free hand up one thigh from his knee, brushing against his crotch lightly, then down the other leg. Bringing her now-bloodstained finger to her lips, she tasted the coppery liquid.

Her eyes half-closed, she whimpered. "Exquisite," she proclaimed, proffering a second finger to Kaen, who took it into her mouth and sucked lightly.

"Delicious," the purple-haired woman agreed, eyes glittering at Genrou from beneath her lashes. "Let's not break this one too fast, okay? I want more of this - much more."

Chuin laughed again. "Don't worry. He's proud enough that I imagine he'll last several hours, at least!"

Genrou snarled again. "Why don't you both just get a life!"

"Ne, Chuin? I know what would be perfect to break this one," Kaen purred, then leaned over to whisper into her friend's ear. Chuin's eyes widened, then narrowed in delight.

"Ah, yes, excellent! I'll enjoy watching him beg." Moving to a table hidden in a shadowed corner, she fiddled with something out of Genrou's line of sight. When she came back around to his front, she held a long, wicked-looking needle, filled with a clear, pink-tinged liquid.

Genrou broke into a sweat, his eyes wide. Physical beatings he could handle, but drugs were something else. For all he knew it was poisonous, or addictive, or otherwise seriously, permanently damaging. He began to struggle once more, cursing wildly.

"Hold him." Chuin's voice was firm, and Kaen's grip no less so, as she held him steady and Chuin advanced on him with the needle.

Reaching up, Chuin slid the needle into a vein in his elbow with casual ease, indicating long practice in the procedure. Genrou squeezed his eyes shut so as not to see the liquid being forced into his veins, as if by not watching it, he could deny the effect of whatever drug was being pumped into his system.

Her task finished, Chuin backed off, and Kaen released him to hang by his arms once more. His elbow stung slightly where the drug had been injected, but otherwise Genrou could feel no ill effects. Both women watched him closely, waiting for some reaction.

He worked up his courage once more, and sneered at them. "What, you think I'm afraid of some itty-bitty needle? Come on, I'm a big boy, you can't… oh, shit!" He broke off and stared hazily at the far wall as his vision fuzzed over. He could feel heat rushing through his veins, being carried to every part of his body and making every nerve he possessed tingle. Hanging his head, Genrou gave a low moan. It wasn't unpleasant - on the contrary, it felt very much like the buzz he got when Kouji was pressed up against him, naked and ready, on the verge of taking him up the ass.

Genrou squirmed, fighting the sensations with all of his will, but the throbbing of his blood and the tingling of his body could not be denied. He felt himself harden almost painfully, heard himself begin to pant wildly, and moaned again.

"What… the fuck… did you do to me?" He demanded, staring at them with wild eyes.

Chuin smiled nastily. "You like that? It's a black market drug, very rare and very expensive. It enhances the pleasure centers, and causes the brain to become confused between pleasure and pain stimulation. We only use it on the very best of our toys - you should be honoured!" Genrou moaned again and shook his head harshly, trying to clear it of the fuzziness caused by the drug.

"My goodness, he's reacting to it even faster than normal, Chuin," Kaen commented, her lips slightly parted and her voice breathless with lust. "He must be very passionate."

"I told you, he's full of fire," Chuin replied, tracing her hands along the planes of Genrou's chest. He moaned again at the contact, arching into her touch despite his efforts not to. His briefs felt horribly constricting, the light cotton pressing painfully against his swollen member. It felt as if each individual thread was cutting into the delicate skin, filling him with both pain and pleasure at the pressure.

"He looks uncomfortable," Chuin observed. "Why don't you take those awful briefs off him, Kaen"

Licking her lips, Kaen set to work, her strokes even more delicate than before. The hard leather of the whip, leaving no mark but stimulating him beyond belief, caressed every inch of his skin. He howled as the skin of his ass turned bright pink beneath her tender ministrations, the confining material of his underwear falling away to leave him completely exposed. Though the air in the room was slightly chilled, it did nothing to abate the raging fire in his body. The only area she did not touch was his raging erection, and he nearly cried out for the lack of contact, only biting back the exclamation at the last moment.

Panting, Genrou whimpered as each lash of the whip touched his skin like a lover's hand, bringing both pain and pleasure beyond belief. He'd never felt so aroused in his life, and the pain he felt only added to the sensation, not detracting from it. Futilely, his mind struggled to escape the effects of the drug.

At Chuin's nod, Kaen dropped the whip and approached him, reaching out to trail her fingers along his hard, muscled body. He leaned into her touch like a dog in heat, unable to stop himself from reacting to the sensations. Behind him, he felt Chuin doing much the same, the silky fabric of her kimono brushing against him, even as the cool leather of Kaen's pants touched his thighs. Their tongues and fingertips flicked against him, never resting long in one place, driving him to distraction.

Deep within him, desire pooled, battling with his will for control of his body. He moaned and whimpered and cried out again and again, his hips thrusting against empty air despite his best efforts to stop them. He was deeply mortified and shamed by his inability to resist what they were doing to him, the very depths of his mind screaming out against them. But the only sounds that escaped him were passionate in nature, wordlessly pleading for more.

"Ah, you like this, don't you little worm?" Chuin murmured against his neck, her breath making him shiver. He turned his head away from her, only to have his lips captured by Kaen's in a deep kiss. Unable to help himself, he responded, his tongue lashing against hers in an erotic dance.

Both women were studiously avoiding touching his erection, though they danced their hands over and around the area teasingly. Lust and need clawed at his guts, wrenching at his body until he thought he would die if it wasn't released. "Empty," he whispered brokenly, then bit his lip to stop himself from saying any more.

Too late - Kaen's eyes widened and she pulled away slightly, her face quizzical. "Empty?" she repeated softly, her hand teasing absently at his nipple. "That's not what the males usually say…" she trailed off and shot an indecipherable look over his shoulder at Chuin.

The grey-haired woman wrenched his head around to face her, studying his half-shut eyes deeply. A slow grin broke across her face. "Why, how lovely! Kaen, I do believe he's been taken by a man before, and liked it!"

Kaen blinked, then chuckled. "An uke? I never would have guessed it. How lucky for you, Chuin. You certainly know how to choose them. I wonder who it is?"

"That beautiful friend of his, Kouji, most likely," Chuin replied. "Such a pity he's scarred, he would have made a lovely plaything also." Genrou moaned as Chuin rubbed a finger across the tight ring of flesh in his ass, trying to force the teasing finger inside of him. He felt empty and hollow, and desperately needed to be filled.

"Look at him squirm! He really wants this!" Kaen laughed, fondling his aching sacs. His head thrashed as his body tried to decide which it wanted to thrust against, the finger in his ass or the hands on his balls.

"Houjun has been awfully protective of him," Chuin mused, inserting another finger deep inside him and listening to his moans. "Perhaps THAT'S why you've never been able to catch his eye, Kaen?"

Kaen smirked. "It wouldn't surprise me in the least." Grasping his long hair at the base of his neck, she forced his head up to meet her gaze. "Are you taking it up the ass from Houjun, Gen-chan? Does he screw you silly every night?"

"Ahhhh…." Genrou's eyes widened, his over-heated body more than eager to provide a tantalizing image of Houjun doing just that. He could almost feel the older boy's hands on his skin, feel his erection pressed up against his ass…

Abruptly he realized that particular sensation was NOT a fantasy. Sputtering in surprise, the cloudiness of thought caused by the drug momentarily overcome by his shock, he twisted his head to stare at Chuin.

The kimono-clad teen smirked at him and thrust against him again, leaving no possible way for Genrou to misunderstand. Beneath the heavy silk, he could clearly feel Chuin's erection.

Kaen laughed merrily. "What, you hadn't figured it out? I thought everyone in the school knew Chuin was actually a man by now."

Instantly, the gnawing feeling of lust within him doubled. Before, faced with two women, his normal teenage hormones had been muted slightly, giving the drug less to work with, as he felt no attraction whatsoever for women. Now it raged through him with renewed vigour, the emptiness clawing at him, demanding the hard rod he could feel pressed up against him be INSIDE him, NOW. Whimpering, his head lolled back, feeling as if it were too heavy for his neck to hold upright.

Chuin seized the opportunity to kiss him, deeply. Silk rustled and he felt the heavy material sliding against his skin, and then the other man was pressed up against him, fully naked, his erection hot and hard and probing against him. Genrou tore his mouth away and gasped for air.

"Take him, Chuin," Kaen hissed, her eyes glittering. "Take him now! I want to watch him squirm!"

"Now, now, Kaen," Chuin chided, teasing his erection against Genrou's backside mercilessly. "Don't be overeager. He needs to beg, first."

Genrou managed to recover some shard of sanity at that. "Never!" He growled, biting nearly all the way through his lip to try to distract himself. But the sensation only added to the maelstrom of pleasure whirling within him, and he whimpered again.

"'Never' is a long time, little worm," Chuin murmured. His long, sharp nails brushed the tip of Genrou's raging hard on, collecting the pearly liquid that had pooled there. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked delicately at the drops, Genrou's eyes fixed helplessly on the erotic sight.

He screamed as he was suddenly engulfed by a wave of intense pleasure - while he was watching Chuin, Kaen had dropped to her knees and was sucking him off for all she was worth. Writhing in pleasure, he pumped his hips helplessly as she drew him quickly, expertly to the edge, where he teetered for an endless moment.

Then the stimulation was gone, as quickly as it had started, and he found himself crying out in sheer frustration, tears forming in his eyes as his body screamed for release.

"Beg me for it," Chuin murmured, pressing up against him hard.

To his utter shame and horror, Genrou found the words spilling from his mouth between sobs. "Take me… take me, please! Fuck me, I can't stand it… onegai, onegai, I'll do anything! Anything!" The tears spilled over, composed of equal parts frustration, fury, and shame. "Anything," he whispered again, his throat closing.

"More!" hissed Chuin, his member already pushing against that tight ring, pressing forward despite Genrou's body's instinctive efforts to keep it out.

"AH! Fuck me! Fuck me, please! Fill me, I can't stand it, I'm so empty - Chuin, please! Ah, screw me!" His babbling turned into a wordless scream as Chuin thrust home, planting himself deep within Genrou's body. Genrou could feel something give way, tearing beneath the onslaught, and warm blood seeped down his thighs, but he didn't care. The pleasure was pain, and the pain was pleasure, and all of it was raging within him, carrying him far beyond sense, into a world made of pure sensation.

Kaen had backed off, and was unlacing her top, exposing her ample breasts. One hand pinched roughly at her nipples, while the other slid downward to caress her crotch through her too-tight pants. She laughed as she saw his eyes fix on her, the gaze empty and hollow, as his body overwhelmed him. Abandoning her self-pleasure, she retrieved her whip.

"Chuin?" she purred, as her friend thrust repeatedly into Genrou's body from behind. "May I hurt him? Please?"

"Be… my guest…" Chuin gasped, his long nails digging deeply into Genrou's sides. He watched, eyes glittering, as Kaen cracked the whip once in preparation.

There were no teasing lashes this time, no light bruises and shallow cuts. The whip slammed into his front as Chuin slammed into his back, and he screamed, caught between a multitude of sensations. Blood ran freely down his chest and thighs from multiple cuts, thin red welts rising quickly wherever her whip touched. Such was her expertise, that they formed a dizzying pattern of lacework on his body, perfectly symmetrical in shape.

His body spasmed, and he felt himself reach orgasm, his seed spurting hotly out of him. Still Chuin pumped into him, showing no signs of slowing, and he felt his body harden again almost instantly. Moaning wildly, he strained against his restraints, still begging incoherently for more.

The brutal lashes paused momentarily, then resumed with renewed vigour. Dimly, he was aware that Kaen had shed her pants and was now using her left hand to pleasure herself, while losing none of her finesse with the whip. Some distant corner of his brain, in an effort to keep from going utterly insane, marveled at her self-control, that her hand shook not at all.

The pain and pleasure mixed in a whirlwind of sensation until all of his essence was lust and need and desire, raging through him with gale force. He screamed into the abyss as his body reached orgasm again, and then again, clenching wildly around Chuin's member deep inside him.

Finally, he felt Chuin stiffen against him, crying out his own completion, even as Kaen gasped and suddenly turned the whip around, using the thick handle to fuck herself wildly. Their screams of ecstasy seemed to echo in the room long after they had actually faded, leaving only the sounds of harsh panting and Genrou's occasional whimper. Chuin pulled away from him with a terrible wet sucking sound, and Genrou knew that something inside him was hurt, bad. The drug was beginning to wear off, finally, but he almost wished it wasn't, as the pain began to throb through him just as the desire had earlier.

"Let's take a break, shall we, Kaen?" Chuin murmured, his voice breathy and full of satiation. He patted Genrou's ass fondly. "Don't go anywhere, little worm - we'll be back for more soon enough." Laughing, Genrou's tormentors pulled their clothing back on and left the room, leaving him dangling helplessly, unable to do more than pray for the oblivion of unconsciousness.
 
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