Pleasurable Punishment

When Bakura was finally out of sight, Ryou quickly closed the door and made his way straight to his yami’s room. Although Bakura was gone, Ryou was still slightly nervous, but nevertheless, he knelt down before the tomb robber’s large bed and carefully drew forth a big, red plastic box from underneath.

When he was cleaning the house, including Bakura’s room, a week ago, he had discovered the Ring spirit’s secret porn collection, safely hidden under his bed. Since this occurrence, Ryou couldn’t stop thinking about what he had seen there. Unlike to his friends, including even Yugi, he had never watched a porn movie. Not that he wasn’t interested in it, but he was way too shy to go to a video store, or even worse, to a sex shop, and rent or buy one, not to mention that he was too young to legally watch porn. And of course, Ryou would never openly commit having such indecent thoughts and desires. After all, he was a good, little boy. At least on the outside.

So, the white-haired duellist was very delighted to discover that Bakura had a whole box full with porn, as well as some nasty magazines, and even some sex toys, and tonight, Ryou was determined to watch some of these movies.

Carefully, Ryou opened the box, revealing Bakura’s well-protected and quite extensive collection. When Ryou had found the movies, he had only taken a quick glance at them, too afraid Bakura would catch him, and so, he had decided to seize tonight’s opportunity to examine the DVDs thoroughly. There was mainly gay porn, which wasn’t surprising, since Ryou knew that Bakura was attracted to both sexes, and even had regular sexual encounters with Malik and Marik, like tonight.

Curious, he looked through the impressive collection, now and then taking out a movie to take a closer look at the cover and read the summary. Eventually, he decided for a movie with the promising title “Whatever you say, Sir!”, with the caption “Cocks made of Steel”.

After he had closed the box again and stowed it away on its original place, Ryou took the DVD, put it into the player, and turned the TV on. Since Bakura wouldn’t come back for the entire night, Ryou decided to stay in his yami’s room, not even bothering to close the door in his thoughtlessness.

Excitedly, he plopped down on Bakura’s bed, making himself comfortable, while the movie started. The movie truly made credit to its title and it didn’t take long until the almost none-existent plot was completely ignored, and one senseless sex scene was followed by the next. This was far more explicit than everything that Ryou had ever seen before, which wasn’t much anyway, and it didn’t take long until the lewd acts that were displayed on the screen had their purposeful effects on Ryou, and a growing bulge began to form in the young boy’s pyjama pants.

Thanks to the “cocks made of steel”, Ryou’s breathing had already gotten a bit heavier and he was sweating slightly, but eventually, he couldn’t resist anymore and slid one hand under his light blue pyjama top to stroke his chest, gently rubbing his sensitive nipples into hardness.

Ryou’s other hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants to wrap his slender fingers around his stiffened member. He moaned softly, closing his eyes and imagining Bakura doing this to him as he stroked himself. The shy boy didn’t pleasure himself often, but when he did, his thoughts usually centered around his yami. Once, he had accidentally walked into the bathroom when Bakura was showering, and was greeted with a sight that Ryou would never forget. To him, Bakura had always been the embodiment of wild, untameable beauty, and the image of pearly droplets of water trickling down the thief king’s slender, naked body, over his smooth chest, to his flat stomach, down to his groin, and along his long legs, had only strengthened Ryou’s opinion. He gave a little sigh at the remembrance, trying to picture everything as clearly as on that lucky day; Bakura’s pale, tender skin, his long, white hair, soft as silk, which had clung wetly to his shoulders, his beautiful brown eyes, closed in enjoyment as the water cascaded down on him.

A light flush rose to Ryou’s cheeks as he remembered every little detail about his stunning yami and his mind eventually wandered off to Bakura’s sexy backside and his manhood. Although the tomb-robber hadn’t been erect then, his penis had been quite sizable. Ryou licked his lips, wondering how big it could get when Bakura was aroused. He had always had a little crush on the spirit, but because he was too shy and Bakura never seemed to return his feelings, he had never told him about it.

With these thoughts, Ryou quickly drew near his climax. Moaning in bliss, he stroked himself faster, using the hand that had previously been preoccupied with his nipples to gently massage his testicles. He was so absorbed in his pleasure that he didn’t notice the front door being opened, nor did he notice the footsteps from the hallway that were quickly coming closer, until they abruptly became silent.

“Enjoying yourself, little Ryou?” a familiar voice asked all of a sudden, making Ryou jump and nearly fall off of the bed.

Terrified, Ryou looked around for the source of the voice and his eyes widened in shock when he saw Bakura standing in the doorway, his lips curled up into a gloating smirk.

“Bakura?!” Ryou shrieked surprised. For a moment, he just stared blankly at his yami, as if he was some sort of ghost, which, in a way, he actually was, before Ryou finally regained his senses. Blushing furiously, he quickly yanked his hands out of his pants and reached hurriedly for the remote control to turn the television off, but Bakura was faster and reached it, before Ryou could get his hands on it.

Ryou flinched away to the other side of the bed, all sorts of cruel punishments for watching Bakura’s porn crossing his mind. Bakura was very sensitive when it came to his belongings and he would always get very angry and violent, if someone touched his private property. The Ring spirit had already proven that to him more than one time.

“W-what are you d-doing here?” Ryou finally stammered horrified, his eyes nervously darting around. The only escape route was the door, where Bakura was standing, blocking it effectively. Despite his inner heat, cold sweat began to form on Ryou’s forehead as he realized that he couldn’t get away in the event that Bakura freaked out. So, he prayed that his yami would take it easy and have mercy on him this time.

“This is my room, so I have every right on being here,” Bakura smirked, clearly amused over Ryou’s panic-stricken behaviour. “But the question is, why are you masturbating in my bed when you have your own?”

“I… I… I…” Ryou stammered, not knowing why he had actually done that. “Y-you are not mad at me for watching your movies?” he squeaked instead, pointing shakily to the television.

Bakura shook his head. He glanced at the TV screen, grinning insidiously, before he turned it off and laid the remote control down on the nightstand. “No, I’m not mad. If you would have wanted to watch my porn, all you had to do was to ask me, my dearest, little Ryou,” he replied, his voice dripping with fake honey.

“S-so, you won’t hit me?” Ryou asked, his breath hitching in fear. Now, he was even more worried than before. He had expected Bakura to blow his top, but the way he was reacting was surprisingly calm. It was definitely too calm for the tomb robber’s means and Ryou was fearing the worst.

“No,” the yami answered. “But nonetheless, you deserve a proper punishment… Hmm, let me think about it for a moment,” Bakura sneered. Walking over to his trembling look-alike, he sat on the bed beside Ryou. “Ah, yes, I know what I will do with you,” he declared, his eyes glinting with lust. Quickly, he snatched Ryou’s thin wrists with one hand and slammed them down onto the mattress, over the surprised boy’s head, making escaping impossible.

“Bakura!” Ryou wailed, frightened. He struggled as hard as he could, trying to free himself from Bakura’s grip, but it was no use. “Please let me go! I promise to never touch anything that’s yours again! Please!”

“No,” Bakura replied sternly. Still keeping Ryou pinned to the mattress, he climbed fully onto the bed and straddled the smaller one’s waist. “I won’t let you get away so easily, you naughty, little thing.”

Tears began to form in Ryou’s eyes, as he squirmed around underneath his yami. He felt so weak and helpless. There was nothing he could do to escape the punishment, whatever it would be, Bakura had in mind for him. He was completely at the tomb robber’s mercy. “Please, Bakura don’t hur-” Ryou began, but he was cut off by Bakura’s lips on his own.

Ryou was completely taken aback by this action. He had Bakura expected to beat or rape him, or do some other painful thing to him, but not to kiss him. Bakura had never seemed to take any carnal interest in him, so this sudden display of affection did really surprise him. Additionally, no one had ever kissed him before, at least not in this way.

However, Ryou had no reason to complain. Baruka’s lips were warm and soft, caressing him with a gentleness that he would have never expected from the wild yami. A shy moan slipped from his lips as he felt Bakura’s tongue licking over his closed lips, gently stroking the rosy flesh with the wet muscle. Timidly, the young boy gave into the coaxing and opened his mouth a bit, allowing his darker side’s tongue to invade the virgin territory.

After some moments, Bakura broke the kiss, noticing the light pink flush that tinted Ryou’s cheeks with great satisfaction. “Since you seem to be so interested in sex, I decided to show you what it is like. Is this an acceptable punishment for you, my little one?” he asked the younger duellist, fully aware that no one could resist him, least of all, his small and weak host.

Slightly dazed from his first kiss, Ryou proved Bakura’s thesis as true and nodded his head approvingly.

Smirking in triumph, Bakura captured Ryou’s tender lips once again, this time for a more forceful kiss. He didn’t wait for the other one to open his sweet mouth, but simply pried Ryou’s lips apart to slip his tongue inside. Now that he had the boy’s permission, he couldn’t and didn’t want to hold back anymore, not that he would have stopped, even if Ryou hadn’t agreed.

Ryou whimpered slightly, surprised by the sudden force, but nonetheless, he began to kiss delicately back, and soon, he found himself enjoying the rougher treatment as much as Bakura’s initial gentleness.

When they broke apart again, Bakura let finally go of Ryou’s wrists and began to attack his neck with tempestuous kisses instead.

Ryou sighed quietly as the older boy began to nip at his throat, grazing the soft flesh with his teeth, before licking the slight pain he had caused away. At the moment, Ryou wanted nothing more than to touch his yami, but he felt terribly clumsily and didn’t dare to do anything, besides from lying still and placing his hands on Bakura’s shoulders, fearing he could make a fool of himself.

When he felt a tugging at his pyjama top, Ryou obediently lifted his arms and upper body a bit up, so that Bakura could get rid of the restricting article of clothing. Ryou’s cheeks glowed hotly in embarrassment, when Bakura began to remove his pants and underwear soon after, but nevertheless, he did nothing to stop his yami. Moments later, he could feel the warm air of the room hitting his bare body, and Ryou took a bashful glance at Bakura’s face, hoping that he wasn’t displeased with what he saw, before he quickly lowered his gaze again.

The spirit eyed Ryou intensely. He had never really noticed before what a beautiful boy his host was. He looked like a pretty, little porcelain doll, all pale, delicate and fragile. Bending down, Bakura gripped Ryou’s chin and lifted his head up, forcing him to look at him.

“You’re damn pretty, Ryou,” he told the smaller boy, before licking over his cheek.

“Th-thank you,” Ryou squeaked shyly. “You’re very beautiful as well.”

Laughing softly, Bakura pulled back and ran a hand through his hair. “I know,” he informed arrogantly. Without wasting further compliments, he began to kiss a way from Ryou’s collarbone down to his chest. Smirking, the King of Thieves, brushed his lips over a hard nipple, receiving a small whimper in response, which changed into a soft moan when Bakura’s tongue stroked over the pink nub.

Arching his back, Ryou buried his small hands in Bakura’s long hair, urging him to continue. It felt incredibly nice what his yami was doing to him. Another moan escaped Ryou when he felt his dark side’s lips closing around his nipple, alternating between sucking, nipping and licking on the tender flesh, while Bakura’s right hand took care of the other one.

After switching over and giving the other bud the same treatment, Bakura once again captured his panting look-alike’s tempting lips for a demanding kiss, before proceeding to caress Ryou’s delectable body.

When he arrived at Ryou’s lower regions, Bakura stopped, noting with satisfaction that Ryou’s erection, which had died away when he had caught him, had quickly returned.

Bakura, who was unlike Ryou still fully clothed, got up from the bed and finally began to undress himself, making sure to give his lighter side a seductive show in the process. When he was completely nude, he tossed his clothes on the floor beside the bed, chuckling slightly when he noticed Ryou’s admiring stare, whose curiosity about the size of Bakura’s cock in arousal had just been answered.

Climbing back onto the bed, the white-haired thief pushed Ryou, who had sat up, back down onto the bed. Pushing the smaller boy’s legs apart, Bakura kneeled between them. Lowering his head between Ryou’s pale thighs, the dark spirit gripped his host’s right leg with one hand, raising it slightly, and began to cover the satiny skin with kisses.

Ryou moaned softly, as Bakura kissed and licked his way closer to his crotch, the yami taking his time, until he had made the inexperienced boy whimper in need. When the older one finally arrived at his target and flicked his tongue over the moist tip of Ryou’s erection, Ryou cried out in delight, unconsciously bucking his hips up at the new, intense sensations that this simple touch caused. Having another person caressing him was so much better than pleasuring himself and Ryou’s trembling hands quickly found Bakura’s mane and buried themselves once again into the white tresses, craving for more.

Granting Ryou’s wish, Bakura began to slowly lick along the whole length of his erection, his talented tongue drawing various patterns on the smooth skin, while he reached up with one hand to stroke Ryou’s belly. Eventually, he opened his mouth and took the head of Ryou’s cock between his skilled lips, applying gentle pressure to the sensitive organ, while he continued to lick lightly at the tip. Gradually, Bakura let more of the hot, throbbing flesh slid into his mouth, turning his light licking into hard and greedy sucking.

However, when he could taste the first drops of slightly bitter-tasting fluid, the yami withdraw and sat up, sniggering darkly at Ryou’s disappointed whine.

“I don’t think you have a reason to complain,” Bakura mocked. “After all, this is supposed to be a punishment for you and instead of your pitiful whining, you should thank me for making this so pleasurable for you.”

“Yes…” Ryou whispered in shameful apology, lowering his gaze submissively. “I’m sorry…”

Bakura uttered an approving growl and reached for his discarded pants, but then he groaned annoyedly when he remembered that Malik and Marik had taken his lubricant. Looking around his room, he had to realize that he didn’t have anything here that could be used as a substitute. So, the thief lay down on his back instead and, snatching one of Ryou’s wrists, Bakura jerked the surprised boy towards himself and lifted his host up to straddle his chest, with his backside facing Bakura.

Licking his lips, Bakura pulled Ryou closer, until the little one was kneeling over his face, one slender leg on each side of his head. Firstly, he simply dotted Ryou’s inner thighs with delicate little kisses and licks, making him moan softly, then he focused his attention on his host’s scrotum, licking at the tender skin for a while, and when he trailed his tongue over Ryou’s perineum, the poor boy’s legs were trembling visibly. To take things even further, Bakura used his hands to separate Ryou’s cheeks and leaned forward, flicking his tongue over Ryou’s small, tight hole. Satisfied with the delighted squeal that he received in response from the other duellist, Bakura began to lap at the tender opening, placing one hand on Ryou’s hips to keep the squirming boy still.

Ryou’s cheeks darkened with a renewed flush, caused by his yami’s utter shamelessness. However, he couldn’t deny that it felt good what Bakura was doing to him, and the young boy whimpered in pleasure as he felt the thief’s tongue snaking its way into his body.

Wanting to return Bakura’s caresses, Ryou bent forward as far as his position allowed it, and timidly wrapped his delicate fingers around the tomb robber’s arousal. Gently, he began to move his hand up and down, stroking the engorged penis, and Bakura’s low moans told him that the Ring spirit obviously enjoyed the attention. Ryou strained to lean forward a little more, until he managed it to replace his hand with his mouth. Hesitatingly, he placed a shy kiss upon the tip of Bakura’s cock, followed by a tentative little lick.

Groaning, Bakura thrust upwards into the velvety heat of Ryou’s mouth, forcing his erection past the startled boy’s lips.

Ryou choked slightly on the thick shaft, but after the initial shock he began to suck gently, quickly figuring out what his yami liked.

Not wanting anyone of them to come too early, Bakura shoved Ryou off of him after a little while and flipped him over onto his back. He spread Ryou’s legs wide and settled himself in-between, positioning his dripping member at Ryou’s virgin entrance.

Ryou bit his bottom lip in fear and gripped the pillow tightly. From what he had heard, what Bakura was going to do, had to hurt quite a lot and he was afraid of the pain it would probably cause. However, on the other side, it was exactly what he had fantasized about so often; to be taken by his strong, dominating, alluringly beautiful yami.

Bakura noticed the fright in Ryou’s eyes and gently loosened the tight grasp his host was giving the pillow. Taking the smaller boy’s hands, Bakura guided Ryou’s arms to wrap around his own upper body instead, making the little one hug him. Gripping the other duellist’s hips, Bakura held him in place and captured Ryou’s lips for a heated, distracting kiss, just at the moment he thrust inside him.

Ryou yelped at the penetration, but more in surprise over the sudden, quick entry than in actual pain, which, thanks to Bakura’s preparation, was not nearly as bad as Ryou had expected it to be. Nonetheless, it did still hurt a little and he wrapped his arms more tightly around his yami, his eyes beginning to water with tears as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. Detaching himself from their kiss, Ryou gave a soft whimper and buried his face in Bakura’s shoulder when the thief began to move within him.

Bakura was groaning in pleasure as he thrust repeatedly into the small, delightfully tight body of his pretty host, the clenching muscles massaging his cock pleasurably. He managed to find the little one’s prostate with the fourth or fifth stroke, smirking proudly, as a loud, blissful cry slipped from Ryou’s lips and the boy’s hips jerked involuntary. Twining one arm possessively around Ryou’s waist, Bakura shifted into a somewhat kneeling position and pulled Ryou onto his lap, holding him close to his chest. He entwined his other hand in Ryou’s long, snowy locks and yanked the small boy’s head back, feasting his mouth hungrily on Ryou’s slender, exposed throat, nipping and licking at the delicious, pale skin.

Ryou nearly screamed as the new position caused Bakura’s length to penetrate him even deeper, jabbing forcefully against the sensitive little bundle of nerves inside him. Ryou’s own stiff member was rubbing against his yami’s belly, smearing irregular lines of precome onto Bakura’s skin. He brought one trembling hand to Bakura’s face, affectionately brushing away the sweat-slicked strands of white hair that were sticking to the spirit’s forehead. Cupping Bakura’s chin in his hand, Ryou made him raise his head to look into his beautiful, lust-clouded eyes for a moment, before he sealed the older boy’s lips with his own.

Bakura responded eagerly to the kiss, their tongues stroking and caressing each other heatedly. Letting go of Ryou’s hair, he let his hand wander downwards, where he wrapped his fingers around the delicate duellist’s cock, pumping him roughly.

Ryou moaned into Bakura’s mouth, writhing ecstatically on the thief’s lap, and with another powerful thrust of Bakura against his prostate, Ryou cried out his yami’s name and came violently.

When Bakura felt Ryou’s seed splashing against his chest and his host’s body tightened almost painfully around him, he couldn’t hold on much longer either. He tore his mouth away from Ryou’s, only to abruptly sink his teeth into the smaller boy’s shoulder, making him cry out at the sudden pain, and with a sharp gasp, Bakura reached his orgasm after a few more hard thrusts.

Afterwards, Ryou was lying in Bakura’s arms, sleepily and exhausted, contently enjoying their loving, past-orgasmic closeness. His shoulder was still hurting slightly, but the Ring spirit had apologized for it, excusing the bite with the state of pure, animalistic lust he had been in during their lovemaking.

“Bakura?” Ryou asked softly after a while, yawning cutely.

“Yes?”

“Why did you actually come home so early? Usually, you never return until the next morning…”

Bakura sighed. “Well…” he began, and Ryou could tell that the tomb robber didn’t really like to talk about that subject. “Marik and Malik, those kinky freaks, wanted to try out something new. You know, Ryou, I’m anything else but timid and uptight, but this time they really crossed the line,” he explained annoyedly. “First they made me hot and then simply left me hanging and came up with this stupid idea instead! I didn’t want to participate in their suggestion in the least, so I went home, unsatisfied, frustrated, and very angry. But that changed when I saw you pleasuring yourself,” Bakura continued, his scowl turning into a dirty grin. “And of course, I couldn’t let the opportunity go to waste, to be the first one that gets to screw that sweet behind of yours.”

“I see,” Ryou replied, blushing at Bakura’s choice of words. Although he was really curious about what exactly the Ishtars wanted to do to his yami, he decided that it would be better not to ask Bakura at the moment.

Smiling, Ryou kissed Bakura gently on the lips. This evening’s events had certainly been better than any porn movie.

~ End ~