A Slave to Inner Desires

A Slave to Inner Desires

Ichigo came home in a rush. Dodging his father’s attacks, he called out that he would be in his room and raced upstairs. Making sure the door and windows were closed and locked, he pulled the curtain.

In the semi dark of his room, he started to undress. He ran his hands slowly down the skin of his chest, slightly raking nails across his nipples and seeming to savor the feel as his hands worked down to the waistline of his slacks. Dropping his pants and boxers to the floor, he kicked them toward where he had dropped his shirt and threw his socks after them. Grabbing up his school bag from the floor, he dropped it on his desk. He pulled out a black plastic bag from within and set his messenger bag back on the floor. From within the plastic bag, he pulled out various items.

A black leather collar with spikes went around his neck. The collar had a tag hanging from it with white enamel and a bold red letter S printed there. A thin black leather leash was clipped onto the ring of his collar.

A couple bottles of clear liquid were dropped onto the bed. A few strange looking items were also dropped onto the covers of his bed.

Ichigo’s face was tinted with a slight flush of red and his breathing was slowly getting ragged. He crawled onto the bed and picked up one of the bottles. He positioned himself on his knees with legs spread, displaying his semi erect cock. Pouring a little bit of the liquid onto his fingers he reached back and started to work the lube around into the ring of muscle. He let out a groan as he pushed a digit within himself. His cock was now fully erect and dripping. He worked that finger in and out, getting used to the feeling of something pushing into his body. Working in a second finger, he started to gasp and moan wantonly. Spreading his fingers and working the hole, stretching it. Almost blind in pleasure, he groped for one of the items he had tossed onto the bed. Reluctantly pulling his fingers out, he grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some onto the cone shaped toy. Reaching back again, Ichigo moaned and let out a whimper as he worked the butt plug in. Gasping, he started to reach for his straining erection but stopped himself.

A dark chuckle came from the darkest corner of the room.

“That’s good, pet.”

Walking forward into the lighter part of the room, the white copy of Ichigo smirked.

“I would have had to punish you if you had disobeyed my order to only prepare yourself for me.”

A whimper escaped Ichigo. His lust glazed eyes pleading.

“Shh, don’t worry Ichi, I’ll take care of ya.” Shiro said while gently caressing Ichigo’s cheek. The white hand trailed down his throat to the collar. “The collar we ordered came apparently.” Turning the tag over he read, “Property of Shirosaki Ogichi”.

“That’s right, you are mine aren’t you Ichigo?” he purred.

“Yeeessss….” Ichigo moaned.

A quick slap snapped Ichigo’s face to the side.

“Yes what bitch?”

“Yes master.” Ichigo whimpered.

“That’s a good pet.”

Shiro pulled Ichigo to him by the leash. Picking up the nipple clamps, he fastened them to the tight buds. The whimper that Ichigo let out had him hardening some more. The white man tugged lightly on the attached chain causing some wonderful sounds to escape the redhead’s throat.

Ichigo barely held himself still, he knew better than to reach for the albino without permission. His erection throbbed and he wanted some friction or something to relieve the ache so badly.

“P…please…master….” Ichigo gasped.

The white hollow just laughed.

“All in good time King.” Shiro shoved his counterpart onto his back and looked at the selection of toys laid out for him. “I like this one.”

Brown eyes widened as he was shown what it was in the others hands. It looked almost like an instrument of torture. Black leather straps and several silver rings all made a net like device.

“No please, master.” Ichigo begged even though he knew it was useless. He tried to back away.

“Nuh-uh, don’t think so Ichi.” Shiro grabbed him and wrapped the leather leash around Ichigo’s wrists. Then he tied the leash to the headboard. In a flash he had leather ties up around one ankle and tied it to the leg of the bed. He left enough length for some maneuverability but not enough for the red head to get away.

“Now where were we?” he said with an evil grin.

Taking the strappy contraption from before, the white teen wrapped it around Ichigo’s cock and balls. He adjusted it to act as a cock ring as well making Ichigo whimper and shake.

With an evil grin, Shiro flipped the other boy over and onto his knees. He grabbed the vibrating dildo and slowly pulled out the butt plug.

“Master! Oh p-please, please….” Ichigo begged.

“Please what? Hmm?”

Shiro thoroughly enjoyed the sight of Ichigo slightly bent forward because of the ties on his wrists and on his knees before him. His own erection throbbed as he ran his hand down the other boy’s back and down to the wonderfully displayed ass. Lubing up the dildo, he slowly pushed it into Ichigo. He angled it onto where he knew would cause the most reaction from Ichigo before turning it on. The orange haired teen’s head flew back with a wail and an almost pained look of pleasure on his face.

Whimpers and begging filled the air. His body was nearly thrashing about, trying to find relief from the intensity of the feeling.

“P-pl-please,” Ichigo gasped. “Pleeaase, m-mmaaaasteeerr!” He convulsed, falling to the bed.

Shiro just laughed sadistically though somewhat breathlessly. He finally undressed himself and climbed onto the bed with the other boy. His white body glistened with sweat, making him have a porcelain glow in the low light. His own cock was so hard that it stuck straight out from his boy and was dripping with pre-cum.

“That was just beautiful King.” He complimented, pulling the dildo out of the still shuddering boy. He flipped Ichigo over again and took in the sight of the almost purple color of Ichigo’s erection. “Just beautiful.”

Taking the second bottle of clear liquid, a type of warming oil, he spread it on Ichigo’s cock.

“How about we add a little heat, Ichi?”

“N-no, please no…. Uuuuggh.” Ichigo thrust his hips with each pump of Shiro’s hand unable to stop himself.

“Now what was that king?” the albino breathed onto the red head’s hard member and played with the ball cage, making the leather rub against Ichigo’s now very sensitive balls.

“Aaaah….uuugh… let me cum please. Please Shiro… Master….”

“Now, now Ichi, it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t get something in return now would it?”
He untied Ichigo’s leg. Taking the lube, he slicked himself up.

“On your knees pet, and ass in the air. You know how I like it.” Shiro helped Ichigo turn over.

Ichigo lay there gasping. His knees were tucked under him with his chest and face pressed to the mattress.

Shiro grabbed Ichigo’s ass and spread his cheeks, teasingly running his hard dick along the crack and over the hole.

“You want this do you? You want this in you? Fucking you? Cumming in you?”

“Yeeesss! Yes! Yes. Now Shiro! Now!” When the red head was entered with a hard thrust, both boys groaned in pleasure.

“God Ichi! So tight, always so tight and hot.” Thrusting himself in and out, the albino male angled himself to hit Ichigo’s prostate.

“Aaaaah!” Again Ichigo started to convulse. “Let me cum! Let me! Please…gasp…please Shiro!”

Shiro reached around and untied the cock ring and thrust once more into the other’s prostate.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Ichigo screamed and came all over the sheets and across his chest.

“Ichi!” Shiro pumped into the red head a couple more times, riding out his orgasm. He reached over and untied Ichigo, then collapsed to the side. Ichigo just fell across his other self’s chest.

“Oh, god that was good Shiro.” Ichigo panted out.

“Yeah, King it was.”

Ichigo reached over to the desk and pulled something else out of the black bag.

“Your turn next.” He said and handed a white collar to his hollow.


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Not too abrupt an ending was it?