That's all Iwai can think at the sight of Ren slumped on the floor, his face wet from mouth to chin with saliva and his lips flushed and swollen, struggling for breath but still looking up at Iwai like a mountain he's determined to climb. Oh fuck... Ren's a hell of a lot sexier than Iwai has given him credit for.
Ren's brave words only make things worse; Iwai's dick twitches and spills a trickle of precum at I'll let you fuck me like one and he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment just to get his shit together. There's no way he's falling apart over a kid right now. It's not happening.]
Get up. You got more to learn tonight than just how to suck it. [Translation: Ren's earned his way off his knees with that impressive performance, and Iwai's only stopping him because there's better on the way for both of them.] Pants and underwear off, then bend over the counter. And don't forget what I said about breakin' it.
[ There's absolutely no hiding how smug Ren is over that reaction. Iwai thought he was going to be the only one to show off? Not on Ren's watch. Sure, Ren isn't exactly the picture of dignity, on his knees with his face wet with saliva and looking pretty thoroughly fucked, but he still has his pride, dammit.
In fact, he's just about to plunge himself back down on that pike when his next instruction comes and he can't help but look... a little disappointed? Still, this was a lesson, wasn't it? And he doesn't want to blow it, so to speak. ]
Yes, sir.
[ before he gets to his feet, however, Ren can't help himself but to swipe that eager dribble leaking from that cock in front of his face with his tongue before it can drip off of him. He even makes a show of swallowing it before he stands.
As expected, his uniform pants come off easily, as do his boxer briefs. The shirt was a bit stifling, but he didn't say anything about removing those, so as uncomfortable as they were, his shirt and jacket would have to stay on for now. He turns himself, bracing against the counter and register, his legs spread a good distance apart to give him a good look at his backside and hole. ]
[Iwai pulls in a sharp, hissing breath through clenched teeth when Ren eagerly licks up his precum, his tongue dragging over so many sensitive spots around Iwai's cockhead and slit that he nearly coaxes out another drop. It's definitely time for a different type of lesson, Iwai thinks, before Ren's obvious self-satisfaction at a job well done spins out of control.
Once Ren's bent over and on display, Iwai moves right up behind him and gives one ass cheek an almost reverent caress - cute ass, no denying that, and a nice looking cock too - before whipping his baton back out and following the touch with a biting blow.]
Don't show off. I tell you to get up, the first and last thing you do is get up. [He grabs Ren's ass cheek again and squeezes hard, like he's kneading in the pain, to emphasize his point.] Next time I won't wait before hittin' you, and you'll get an extra one every time you make me repeat myself, so don't. Got it?
[ There is a great amount of satisfaction that Ren gets from feeling that large, rough hand run over his backside. He had done as he was asked, and he had thought that would be good enough, but apparently he thought wrong.
There's a moment of curiosity when he hears that baton snap, and befor he can inquire about it, the rod catches him unaware and strikes him, earning Iwai a sharp yelp, Ren's body jumping in surprise. It immediately stings and burns, though when his grip handles that sore spot, Ren can feel it turn quickly into a delicious ache. Dammit, and his knees are getting weak already? He bites his lip and nods, quickly understanding this portion of the lesson. ]
[Iwai's thumb slips between Ren's ass cheeks and finds his hole, massaging the tight ring in slow, firm circles to start warming up and relaxing the muscles. He'll need to lube up his fingers before he actually penetrates Ren's body; this is just a tease, since that first blow obviously got him excited.]
I gotta hand it to you, Amamiya - you're pretty fuckin' sexy. Sexier than a kid your age has any business being. I bet you got all the other kids fallin' all over themselves tryin' to make you their boyfriend, huh? And all you really want is to be somebody's bitch.
[He tucked a small bottle of lube into his pockets along with the baton just before closing up the shop, so it's no trouble at all to pour a bit into his palm and spread it over his fingers, then press his thumb back up against Ren's hole and breach it with one quick push. The way it clenches down around his intrusion makes him moan quietly, his dick smacking against Ren's hip when it twitches again.]
I wanna know something - how long you been workin' up the nerve to ask for this?
[ Oh... he likes that phrase. Thoigh whether it's because he likes being praised or just praised from him remains to be seen. Iwai doesn't often come off as the guy to give credit very easily, so he'll wear that 'good boy' like a badge of honor and he'll do his damndest to earn another.
Ren's hips shift a little when that abrasive thumb pad teases his hole. He's doing his best to keep still (he hadn't been told to ham it up after all!) But in his excitement, he has trouble with it. His fingers grip tight to the countertops and he draws deep, deliberate breaths. ]
My reputation... scares most people off, actually. And working here doesn't really help with that. Lucky for you, I guess. Means I've got rapt attention for you.
[ Ren gasps again, this time as that thick thumb pushes in. He can't help the grimace behind his glasses, nor the low moan that follows. He can feel that wet erection teasing his thigh, and it makes Ren lick his lips again. He'll get it all next time. ]
A while. Can you blame me? You walk around the shop packing heat like that.... ah... got me curious.
[Interesting. Apparently a bad boy persona isn't as easy to parlay into action as it was when Iwai was younger... although Ren is certainly an out-of-the-mold bad boy by any measure. Iwai shouldn't enjoy the notion that he's pulling Ren away from the mainstream as much as he does, but it doesn't seem like the mainstream's had much to offer Ren thus far, and at least he knows he's a better influence than some others could be.
- probably not as great of an influence with his thumb up the kid's ass, but. Details.]
Huh. Explains a lot, actually. [Since Ren took his thumb with nothing but a wince and a moan, Iwai pulls it back out and slips two fingers in to start opening him up properly.] You and your blond buddy looked like you were gonna piss yourselves first time you came in... then you start showin' up alone and breathin' down my neck... should've guessed it was your dick draggin' you back.
[As he works away at Ren's tight hole, Iwai also feels around with the tips of his fingers to see if he can find the sensitive little spot that always makes this job so much faster and easier. He doubts any of Ren's previous partners have hit it on purpose, and would bet money that it's never been massaged with the deliberate intent of driving Ren crazy. Time for Iwai to show Ren just how much of a benefit experience can be.]
Ah... you're pretty i-intimidating, after all. Nnh.. wish I'd gotten the nerve sooner... I could've been bent over here a lot sooner.
[ Ren bites his lip and groans when his thumb leaves him, already missing the sensation. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait for long before his fingers start opening Ren's eager hole instead. ]
Ahhngh. .. fuck yeah...
[ Much better. He drops his head and lets out a needy sort of whine. His hands clench tight into fists, white knuckled on the countertop as he struggles with keeping himself in place. He doesn't get much time to steel his resolve however before those fingers ram themselves into thay sweet spot inside him. This time his gasp is more of a stuttered shout, his back arching and his head snapped back, eyes wide. Oh fuck that's good. Ren can feel his knees threaten to give out, so instead, he just sags against the glass, looking over his shoulder and spreading his legs wider. He did say he'd get Ren bending over presenting like a bitch, didn't he? ]
[Draped over the counter with his ass high in the air, staring back at Iwai with lust-blown pupils, Ren looks like nothing less than some beautiful demon come to tempt him to a horrific death. The worst part is that Iwai doesn't think he could turn away now even if Ren did reveal himself to be an oni, not with the way his pulse is roaring in his ears and his cock is throbbing with need.
He gives Ren another sharp smack with the baton, this time on his hip.]
You take what I give you and thank me for it, don't ask for more. I'll spare you the extra 'cause you said please, though.
[But his fingers keep working at Ren's prostate after that incredible reaction and he's soon able to add another one, which stretches Ren wide open when he spreads them apart. Normally Iwai would want to give his partner longer with the three fingers, but Ren's made it clear how much he likes pain... he won't tear or anything after this much prep, so why not give it to him just as rough as he asked for?]
Last chance to back out if you're gonna, [Iwai says with an amused lilt to his voice as he pulls his fingers free, then presses the thick, blunt end of his cock against Ren's hole so he can feel the sheer difference in size.]
[ The baton strike has Ren upright again, wincing and groaning yet again. Apparently he really does have some things to learn from Iwai if he's going to be doing this with him more. There are more rules than he anticipated, but if this is how he's going to be getting his lessons, Iwai will see just how good of a student Ren can be.
The sting from the attack makes Ren's erection twitch and ache, and there's nothing he can do about the drops of thick precum dripping from him and onto the tile. He swallows hard and nods. ]
Y-yes, sir. Th-thank you, sir.
[ Those fingers inside him are relentless, and he's grateful for the rigid countertop to keep him from completely collapsing under Iwai's massaging him. The moans are shameless. Even if he'd been told to keep quiet, he's not sure that he'd have been able to manage it with how good he feels, like his brain is being stimulated directly from it. His voice even pitches when that third finger intrudes, and his body pushes back against them on its own. The burn from those fingers pulling him open is incredible, making Ren's toes curl inside his shoes. The treatment he's getting has gotten those drips to become an almost outright leak as the pleasure threatens to drown him.
But soon, far too soon, he feels himself emptied again, feeling almost bewildered as though he's forgotten what comes next. The whining is powerful, right up until he feels that thick, blunt head press against him. Oh fuck, he is huge. But Ren is far too worked up now to back out. He's come too far and he needs it as much as he needs the gasping lungfuls of air he's pulling. ]
No. F-fuck that... I told you I'm not a pussy.
[ He also remembers the other part of what he told him, and there's a bold flash in his eye when he meets Iwai's that finishes that statement for him. He gives a brief nod and even lifts a knee onto the wood countertop he's been bracing against. ]
[Yet again, Iwai could so easily get Ren off like this and make him wait for the main event and Ren would still be completely content with what he got. Iwai could do that... if he weren't just as turned on by the noises spilling from Ren's lips and the taut lines of his body as he chases more pleasure. There's no way Iwai could've prepared for this, no way he could've anticipated that he'd find Ren this alluring in the depths of his arousal.
To say nothing of the look in Ren's eyes when he shoots that challenge right back and opens himself up even more fully for Iwai to invade.]
Fuck... [His voice is thin and raspy and his hands shake with need as he rubs his cockhead against that sweet little pucker until it starts to give way again, then grabs onto Ren's hips and pushes forward, slow but firm and relentlessly steady.] Oh fuck, oh - ngh - you're so fuckin' tight - !
[Iwai never once stops to let Ren adjust to being impaled on something so big and thick. He just keeps up that steady pressure and slides in bit by bit until he bottoms out with a ragged groan. Dear god, what a sweet, tight little ass. This was absolutely worth every chance he took to get here.]
[ Part of Ren wonders if maybe Iwai was the one being intimidated here. A guy as clearly experienced as him? Surely not. But still, he can't help but get the feeling like he's at least a little surprised by him. Good. The last thing he wants is to be underestimated, especially not like this.
And then he starts pushing into him. Fuck he's huge, and there's a tight-throated cry from Ren to say just that for him, for he can't manage to get out more than a few curses through clenched teeth. He has to breathe if he wants this to go smoothly, but he's not being given a chance to. 'Good,' says something in the back of his mind, 'That's just what I want.'
There's a soft whimper when he feels the man finally bottom out and his hips are flush with his own. He's trembling a little, but he looks downright cocky when he looks back over his shoulder, despite the fact that he's actively panting. ]
You're so big... Nnh.. Thank you, Sir... For letting me be your fucktoy tonight. Ah, it feels like you're in my stomach, fuck.
[Those strained, heated curses are like music to Iwai's ears, especially when combined with the shivers wracking Ren's body once he's stretched wide open and full of Iwai's dick. Unexpectedly sexy as he may be, Ren's still a pretty boy, and he looks extra pretty splayed over the counter and struggling to breathe.
Should've gotten him to take his top off, though. Maybe they can still do that from this position?]
You earned it by bein' so fun to play with. [Iwai caresses one of Ren's battered ass cheeks affectionately.] Now hold your arms out behind you for a sec, I want that blazer off. And the shirt if we can work it. They're killin' the view.
[ The hand on his backside does feel nice, especially with the residual sting from the baton still aching. Its warmth is like a soothing balm to the forming bruise, and Ren relishes the sensation. While he feels like he's already being taken apart bit by bit, he manages to lick his lips and finds strength enough to chuckle and grin back at him. ]
R-really? Feels like you've barely gotten started. I can feel it, too. You've got a lot more in there, don't you?
[ As for his arms, he wordlessly does as he's told, pulling the jacket off of his shoulders and loosening the cuffs off his wrists before holding his arms back for Iwai to remove at his leisure. As soon as it's off, Ren finds that while it's a bit of a struggle in this position, he manages to pull the shirt off after setting his glasses aside. Thankfully he doesn't actually need them, but for a guy like Iwai, maybe he likes them. He lifts them off the counter and looks back at him once more, holding them up for him to see. ]
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That's all Iwai can think at the sight of Ren slumped on the floor, his face wet from mouth to chin with saliva and his lips flushed and swollen, struggling for breath but still looking up at Iwai like a mountain he's determined to climb. Oh fuck... Ren's a hell of a lot sexier than Iwai has given him credit for.
Ren's brave words only make things worse; Iwai's dick twitches and spills a trickle of precum at I'll let you fuck me like one and he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment just to get his shit together. There's no way he's falling apart over a kid right now. It's not happening.]
Get up. You got more to learn tonight than just how to suck it. [Translation: Ren's earned his way off his knees with that impressive performance, and Iwai's only stopping him because there's better on the way for both of them.] Pants and underwear off, then bend over the counter. And don't forget what I said about breakin' it.
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In fact, he's just about to plunge himself back down on that pike when his next instruction comes and he can't help but look... a little disappointed? Still, this was a lesson, wasn't it? And he doesn't want to blow it, so to speak. ]
Yes, sir.
[ before he gets to his feet, however, Ren can't help himself but to swipe that eager dribble leaking from that cock in front of his face with his tongue before it can drip off of him. He even makes a show of swallowing it before he stands.
As expected, his uniform pants come off easily, as do his boxer briefs. The shirt was a bit stifling, but he didn't say anything about removing those, so as uncomfortable as they were, his shirt and jacket would have to stay on for now. He turns himself, bracing against the counter and register, his legs spread a good distance apart to give him a good look at his backside and hole. ]
How's this?
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Once Ren's bent over and on display, Iwai moves right up behind him and gives one ass cheek an almost reverent caress - cute ass, no denying that, and a nice looking cock too - before whipping his baton back out and following the touch with a biting blow.]
Don't show off. I tell you to get up, the first and last thing you do is get up. [He grabs Ren's ass cheek again and squeezes hard, like he's kneading in the pain, to emphasize his point.] Next time I won't wait before hittin' you, and you'll get an extra one every time you make me repeat myself, so don't. Got it?
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There's a moment of curiosity when he hears that baton snap, and befor he can inquire about it, the rod catches him unaware and strikes him, earning Iwai a sharp yelp, Ren's body jumping in surprise. It immediately stings and burns, though when his grip handles that sore spot, Ren can feel it turn quickly into a delicious ache. Dammit, and his knees are getting weak already? He bites his lip and nods, quickly understanding this portion of the lesson. ]
Y-yes, sir... won't happen again...
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[Iwai's thumb slips between Ren's ass cheeks and finds his hole, massaging the tight ring in slow, firm circles to start warming up and relaxing the muscles. He'll need to lube up his fingers before he actually penetrates Ren's body; this is just a tease, since that first blow obviously got him excited.]
I gotta hand it to you, Amamiya - you're pretty fuckin' sexy. Sexier than a kid your age has any business being. I bet you got all the other kids fallin' all over themselves tryin' to make you their boyfriend, huh? And all you really want is to be somebody's bitch.
[He tucked a small bottle of lube into his pockets along with the baton just before closing up the shop, so it's no trouble at all to pour a bit into his palm and spread it over his fingers, then press his thumb back up against Ren's hole and breach it with one quick push. The way it clenches down around his intrusion makes him moan quietly, his dick smacking against Ren's hip when it twitches again.]
I wanna know something - how long you been workin' up the nerve to ask for this?
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Ren's hips shift a little when that abrasive thumb pad teases his hole. He's doing his best to keep still (he hadn't been told to ham it up after all!) But in his excitement, he has trouble with it. His fingers grip tight to the countertops and he draws deep, deliberate breaths. ]
My reputation... scares most people off, actually. And working here doesn't really help with that. Lucky for you, I guess. Means I've got rapt attention for you.
[ Ren gasps again, this time as that thick thumb pushes in. He can't help the grimace behind his glasses, nor the low moan that follows. He can feel that wet erection teasing his thigh, and it makes Ren lick his lips again. He'll get it all next time. ]
A while. Can you blame me? You walk around the shop packing heat like that.... ah... got me curious.
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- probably not as great of an influence with his thumb up the kid's ass, but. Details.]
Huh. Explains a lot, actually. [Since Ren took his thumb with nothing but a wince and a moan, Iwai pulls it back out and slips two fingers in to start opening him up properly.] You and your blond buddy looked like you were gonna piss yourselves first time you came in... then you start showin' up alone and breathin' down my neck... should've guessed it was your dick draggin' you back.
[As he works away at Ren's tight hole, Iwai also feels around with the tips of his fingers to see if he can find the sensitive little spot that always makes this job so much faster and easier. He doubts any of Ren's previous partners have hit it on purpose, and would bet money that it's never been massaged with the deliberate intent of driving Ren crazy. Time for Iwai to show Ren just how much of a benefit experience can be.]
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[ Ren bites his lip and groans when his thumb leaves him, already missing the sensation. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait for long before his fingers start opening Ren's eager hole instead. ]
Ahhngh. .. fuck yeah...
[ Much better. He drops his head and lets out a needy sort of whine. His hands clench tight into fists, white knuckled on the countertop as he struggles with keeping himself in place. He doesn't get much time to steel his resolve however before those fingers ram themselves into thay sweet spot inside him. This time his gasp is more of a stuttered shout, his back arching and his head snapped back, eyes wide. Oh fuck that's good. Ren can feel his knees threaten to give out, so instead, he just sags against the glass, looking over his shoulder and spreading his legs wider. He did say he'd get Ren bending over presenting like a bitch, didn't he? ]
M-more.. p-please.. again...
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He gives Ren another sharp smack with the baton, this time on his hip.]
You take what I give you and thank me for it, don't ask for more. I'll spare you the extra 'cause you said please, though.
[But his fingers keep working at Ren's prostate after that incredible reaction and he's soon able to add another one, which stretches Ren wide open when he spreads them apart. Normally Iwai would want to give his partner longer with the three fingers, but Ren's made it clear how much he likes pain... he won't tear or anything after this much prep, so why not give it to him just as rough as he asked for?]
Last chance to back out if you're gonna, [Iwai says with an amused lilt to his voice as he pulls his fingers free, then presses the thick, blunt end of his cock against Ren's hole so he can feel the sheer difference in size.]
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[ The baton strike has Ren upright again, wincing and groaning yet again. Apparently he really does have some things to learn from Iwai if he's going to be doing this with him more. There are more rules than he anticipated, but if this is how he's going to be getting his lessons, Iwai will see just how good of a student Ren can be.
The sting from the attack makes Ren's erection twitch and ache, and there's nothing he can do about the drops of thick precum dripping from him and onto the tile. He swallows hard and nods. ]
Y-yes, sir. Th-thank you, sir.
[ Those fingers inside him are relentless, and he's grateful for the rigid countertop to keep him from completely collapsing under Iwai's massaging him. The moans are shameless. Even if he'd been told to keep quiet, he's not sure that he'd have been able to manage it with how good he feels, like his brain is being stimulated directly from it. His voice even pitches when that third finger intrudes, and his body pushes back against them on its own. The burn from those fingers pulling him open is incredible, making Ren's toes curl inside his shoes. The treatment he's getting has gotten those drips to become an almost outright leak as the pleasure threatens to drown him.
But soon, far too soon, he feels himself emptied again, feeling almost bewildered as though he's forgotten what comes next. The whining is powerful, right up until he feels that thick, blunt head press against him. Oh fuck, he is huge. But Ren is far too worked up now to back out. He's come too far and he needs it as much as he needs the gasping lungfuls of air he's pulling. ]
No. F-fuck that... I told you I'm not a pussy.
[ He also remembers the other part of what he told him, and there's a bold flash in his eye when he meets Iwai's that finishes that statement for him. He gives a brief nod and even lifts a knee onto the wood countertop he's been bracing against. ]
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To say nothing of the look in Ren's eyes when he shoots that challenge right back and opens himself up even more fully for Iwai to invade.]
Fuck... [His voice is thin and raspy and his hands shake with need as he rubs his cockhead against that sweet little pucker until it starts to give way again, then grabs onto Ren's hips and pushes forward, slow but firm and relentlessly steady.] Oh fuck, oh - ngh - you're so fuckin' tight - !
[Iwai never once stops to let Ren adjust to being impaled on something so big and thick. He just keeps up that steady pressure and slides in bit by bit until he bottoms out with a ragged groan. Dear god, what a sweet, tight little ass. This was absolutely worth every chance he took to get here.]
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And then he starts pushing into him. Fuck he's huge, and there's a tight-throated cry from Ren to say just that for him, for he can't manage to get out more than a few curses through clenched teeth. He has to breathe if he wants this to go smoothly, but he's not being given a chance to. 'Good,' says something in the back of his mind, 'That's just what I want.'
There's a soft whimper when he feels the man finally bottom out and his hips are flush with his own. He's trembling a little, but he looks downright cocky when he looks back over his shoulder, despite the fact that he's actively panting. ]
You're so big... Nnh.. Thank you, Sir... For letting me be your fucktoy tonight. Ah, it feels like you're in my stomach, fuck.
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Should've gotten him to take his top off, though. Maybe they can still do that from this position?]
You earned it by bein' so fun to play with. [Iwai caresses one of Ren's battered ass cheeks affectionately.] Now hold your arms out behind you for a sec, I want that blazer off. And the shirt if we can work it. They're killin' the view.
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R-really? Feels like you've barely gotten started. I can feel it, too. You've got a lot more in there, don't you?
[ As for his arms, he wordlessly does as he's told, pulling the jacket off of his shoulders and loosening the cuffs off his wrists before holding his arms back for Iwai to remove at his leisure. As soon as it's off, Ren finds that while it's a bit of a struggle in this position, he manages to pull the shirt off after setting his glasses aside. Thankfully he doesn't actually need them, but for a guy like Iwai, maybe he likes them. He lifts them off the counter and looks back at him once more, holding them up for him to see. ]
You want 'em on or off?