Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

I know it's a damn shame when I literally wait until next year to post. *blushes* But here I am with another chapter ready to go! To give you a heads-up, this chapter contains some enema play, and pegging as well, so if you're gonna be disturbed about what you're about to read, I'd suggest that you don't. Remember that this IS Quat's fetish, so it shouldn't be surprising that he'd try this on others. I've made him quite the perv, but this is due to his visits from his 'regular' customer.

To answer Diane's question, the pet training is something that I came up with, inspired by this hentai I've watched before called Cool Devices. I think it's a classic, and I think the title's over 10 years old, but it's still a good one! There are 11 'episodes' on 3 discs (or possibly 2 on the revisited editions), different stories of different perversions. I blame my buddy Alex for intoducing me to it! ^_^ And thanks, also, Diane for the info on the sounding, 'cause I wasn't sure if you could shoot with the rods in.

I really appreciate all the wonderful reviews I've been getting, even though I've been a lazy-ass bum, and I really love the review Fay gave me, you made me grin from ear to ear!

On another note, I wrote two scenes in one, going back and forth between Heero/Trowa and Duo/Quat/Wufei. Hope you enjoy! ^_^ EM


Ch. 44


Heero and Trowa made their way out of the main house, and towards the quarters. Dorothy had requested Heero a few more times since the night of their group punishment, so he knew where her quarters were.

“I wonder why Madame Dorothy’s taken such an avid interest in you, Heero?” Trowa asked as he brushed his bangs out of his face as they walked.

“Don’t know; I think it’s because she can go pretty far with her sessions knowing I’m a pain slut, I guess,” the shaggy-haired boy shrugged.

“Hmmm…”

They made their way through the market area, and finally they were near the trainers’ quarters. All of the trainers stayed here, and either conducted sessions there, or they went to the respective guests’ quarters. Fantasies got fulfilled either way. When they finally made it to the blonde woman’s door, Heero told him as soon as he knocked to kneel, head bowed. When he did, they immediately went down on one knee. Trowa saw only the ultra-high black patent leather ultimate Mary Jane heels in his line of sight as he kept his eyes lowered.

“Ah, Heero, I see you’ve brought Trowa. I’m glad Lu’s here,” Dorothy said with merriment in her voice.

“Yes, Mistress Dorothy,” Heero replied.

“Come in, and crawl to do so.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The two boys crawled to the center of the living room, and stopped. Dorothy told them to look up, and they did so. Trowa took in the blonde’s latex keyhole dress, all black and shiny; Lucrezia was sitting at the bar, sipping on Johnnie Walker, wearing a slinky lace-up tube dress. The sides were laced up until they reached the hips, creating a mile-high split on both sides, showing off a pair of amazing legs. The emerald-eyed teen dropped his head to keep from blushing, but not before Lu took notice of the reaction. She smirked as she took another sip of her drink.

Dorothy took in their outfits: Heero’s tight spandex shorts and green tank, and Trowa’s cargo shorts and black net tank.

“Lose the clothes—now.”


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Wufei was looking at the two boys walking ahead of him warily. He glanced at thin rivulets of come that was still leaking down Duo’s thighs.

‘Damn, they really worked him, didn’t they? But, knowing Quat, he’ll more than likely want to ‘clean’ Duo like they did him. ’

They made it into the tiled bathroom, and Quatre made his way over to the cleansing toilet. He picked up the small hose, and grabbed Duo’s purple nozzle out of the caddy sitting on top of the tank.

“Com’ere, Duo, I’ll help clean you out,” he said with a sly look.

“Yeah, guess I do need it; it’s all sticky and gooey-feeling running out of my ass,” the braided teen grinned sheepishly. He sat on the seat, while the blonde lightly oiled the nozzle, getting it ready to insert painlessly. Quatre looked at Wufei over Duo’s head. He slightly narrowed his eyes in an unspoken message:

Hold him down.

Wufei gently pushed down on Duo’s shoulders, making him lean slightly forward. He looked up as far as he could.

“What gives, ‘Fei? I can do this myself.”

“Just thought I’d help you out; you do have more than usual. They worked you over, huh?”

Duo grinned. “Boy, did they!? Even though I was there for a few days, they bathed me, but they didn’t really clean me out…I think they liked seeing their jizz run outta my ass.”

“Yes, and that’s why we gotta clean you out, Duo—before you start to stink,” the blonde said coldly.

Duo shuttered at the tone. “Uhhh, yeah…no question there, so how ‘bout we get started?”

Quatre let loose a warm smile. “Let’s. Duo, do you remember how Master Treize and Sir Zechs cleaned me out?”

Duo’s mind flashed back to when his friends were being punished for entertaining a guest they shouldn’t have. A chill went down his spine as he remembered how distended the blonde’s stomach was before he was allowed to let go—and cum.

“Y-yeah,” he replied.

“I wanna see how lovely your belly would look pouched out.”

Duo’s eyes widened in cold realization.

Shit…


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Heero and Trowa were chained to a post, one on either side, their arms chained up over their heads, and facing the soft, leather-bound sturdy pillar, and blindfolded. Both were receiving lashes from the ladies. Each strike made them strain their bonds, and Heero’s side of the post was looking rather shiny from all the precum that had flowed from his cock.

Dorothy noticed this, and she ground out, “Don’t you even think about busting one, Heero! Trust me, you don’t wanna know!”

“Then why did you do this without cock rings?” Heero panted, trying to restrain himself.

The blonde smacked him one with the bullwhip. “Shut it! To see if you can take it, have restraint, of course! Duh, you dumb shit!”

CRACK!

“Ohhhhh….” Heero moaned. His muscles were taut, his skin shiny from sweat, barely holding onto his will.

Trowa was blindfolded as well, but he had a sensory depravation hood over his head. He couldn’t see, couldn’t even hear his lashes coming. All he knew was that he was being hit, and had no sense of time. His ankles and toes were bound, and the ankles in turn were locked to the floor, so he couldn’t raise them, either. He was trying his hardest not to grind against the pillar as well. His arms were over his head, in leather arm binders.

So yes, Trowa was as pinned as could be, and still remained standing, and he loved it. Lucrezia was handling a ‘whipper slapper’, a slapper that had a eight inch whip-style handle, with the remaining seven being an inch and a half wide and sown together, making it the perfect width to hear the resounding ‘whack’ whenever it struck flesh. She struck the older teen on his lower back, right above his ass. A loud muffled groan was heard from the mask. She stopped to lightly smooth her hands over the wide stripes that were cris-crossed over his warm back. The hand lowered to the crack, where a finger slid to feel the thick dildo that was stuck in his ass. Pressing against it, Lu was rewarded with slender hips arching back to meet the pressure. A slap was promptly directed along the side of his right outer thigh.

“Ooh, you almost slipped there, baby,” she cooed. “Can’t have that, now can we?”

Trowa responded by being silent, drawing in heaving breaths that expanded and contracted the muscles in his broad back. He was having a hard time restraining himself, for like Heero, he was ring less as well. Every now and then, he’d feel the tip of Dorothy’s bull whip hit him in the ribs as they partially wrapped around Heero. He felt his puffs of air as he tucked his head between the post and his arm. He wanted so much to kiss him as he was being struck, to feel the intensity flow from the strike into his kiss, and vice versa.
‘Shit, I wanna fuck right now,’ he moaned to himself, ‘but it’s just these women here mainly. What can they do?’ he thought irritably.

Dorothy stopped her strikes with her whip. She just came up with something. “Hey, Lu?”

“What?” said woman replied.

“How about we finish them off?” she grinned.

“How?”

“Did you bring your harness?” the forked-brow woman asked.

Lu frowned. “You know I did. Why—“then she smiled. “Oh, I see…what humiliating way to get them to get off than by someone with tits? That’s borderline sadistic, girl.”

Dorothy grinned. “I know.”

Heero stiffened. He could hear their entire conversation, since he wasn’t the one with a hood over his head. ‘Shit, no fucking way…’

Dorothy smiled at Heero’s reaction: his breathing quickened, and he could see his neck turning pink. She laughed.

“I know you head that, Heero-chan, but trust me, with the size dildos we use, you will be satisfied.”

“No, please, ma’am, don’t do this…”

Dorothy scowled. Heero whining!? This was unlike him! And how dare he tell her what to do!? In response, Dorothy grabbed the whipper slapper out of Lu’s hand, and gave six very hard smacks across his lower back, making him cry out.

“DON’T fuckin’ beg me for shit, do you hear me!? You WILL get pegged, got it??” Dorothy seethed through clenched teeth as she took a handful of Heero’s hair and pulled his head back to look into his face. She grinned at the look of horror she saw through Heero’s close-knit eyebrows.

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If Duo had no idea before what torture felt like, he had a good idea now.

For right now, he was dealing with a very uncomfortable pressure in his intestines as they were being filled.

“P-please, stop, it’s beginning to hurt, Quat,” he groaned. His reply was a hard slap to his face.

“You should’ve thought about that before you let them fill your ass with jizz,” the lithe, but cruel blonde said coldly.

“As if I could stop them!” Duo bit back hotly. “What the fuck I’m supposed to say? ‘Master Treize, Sir Zechs, don’t come in me ‘cause Quat wants to fuck me later!?’”

Wufei let loose a snigger before he could stop himself at Duo’s cynic remark. He got smacked upside his head.

“Hey, bitch, watch it! He’s right! You know as well as I things get worse when you refuse!” Wufei snapped.

“Shut it,” the blonde snarled. He turned his attentions to Duo. “I say a little more water’s in order, what do you say?” he smiled.

“Uh, no?”

“It was rhetorical, dear.”

“Well shit, then, why ask---ooooohhhhhh!” Duo moaned as he felt more water flow into his rectum. It wasn’t cold, it was warm, comfortably so. The cold ones felt the worst, in his opinion. He thought back to the time his uncle cleaned him out using that method to rinse out the blood before he went to school on a Monday, years ago. He had done it because he wanted to stop the blood from flowing and to prevent questions from being asked at school. ‘Bastard,’ he frowned. ‘Why the hell did I think of his ass of all people just now?’

He was shook out of his thoughts when Quatre told him to look at his stomach. Duo gasped at how his stomach stood out. It was nearly perfectly rounded, like a woman who was nearly a couple of months, or one of those pre-pubescent stomachs that a slightly chubby kid would have before they hit a growth spurt and it disappears completely. He yelped when he felt a large plug being shoved into his ass.

“There, we can’t have any coming out before we have fun, now can’t we?” Quat grinned. “Now….oh, you look so cute, Duo.”

Wufei loosed his braid, unraveling it and letting the lengthy hair fall down in soft waves. He stuck his hands through the thick hair to wrap his arms around Duo. He nuzzled his neck. “I gotta admit, you do feel cuddly, Duo. You look like an expecting woman,” he chuckled.

Duo blushed red. “I do not! What the fuck gave you THAT idea!” he said whirling around on Wufei.

The Chinese boy stood, making Duo stand. He brought him in front of a full-length mirror. “Like that, see? You look cute.”

Duo’s eyes widened at his reflection. With his hair down to his ass, he did indeed look like an expectant mother, but without the breasts.

Scary….

He felt soft hands on his rounded belly, and he found himself looking into Quatre’s now soft, lustful eyes. He unknowingly held his breath as Quatre leaned in and kissed him. He felt Wufei’s warm body behind him as he got lost in the blonde’s kiss. It felt so good, that he was nearly weak in the knees. Two sets of hands rubbed on his belly, a purr was breathed against his ear.

Duo smirked. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’d have a thing for pregnant women.”

Quatre smiled. “Although pregnant woman are a beautiful sight to behold, and without them we wouldn’t be here, seeing a man this way is much better. Too bad we can’t make this permanent.” At this, he leaned down and kissed it, tickling him. “I used to love rubbing my sisters’ bellies when they were pregnant. With my father’s constant nagging about heirs, it was relaxing.”

There was silence for a few minutes as the two boys rubbed and touched on Duo. They pinched and sucked his nipples, bit and licked on his neck. They pushed their hot, slick erections against him. He was pulled near the showers, where there was a pair of drains in the floor. Quatre gently pushed his shoulders down, so that he got on his knees his long hair tickling his calves. He felt a hard cock on either cheek.

“Suck us, Duo…”


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Dorothy smirked. “You know what? I think I’ll do it anyway,” she said as she saw tears sliding down Heero’s cheeks from underneath the blindfold. “I’ve wanted to do this for sooooo long…” She reached for the knot that was on the back of Heero’s head. “I think I’ll remove this so you can see what’s going on…”

“Don’t worry, you won’t be left out, Trowa,” Lucrezia said as she studied the elder teen’s reaction. “Like it was said, the size is like a guy’s, so trust me when I say it will fill that hole of yours nicely.”

Trowa started to breathe our panting breaths as Lu licked up his sweaty expanse of neck. Dorothy went into her bedroom to grab her harness, while Lu went to get hers out of her bag, along with some lube. The blonde went into the kitchen to grab a mixing bowl and filled it with very warm water, then she put the two dildos—hers was eight inches long with a three inch diameter with balls, while Lucrezia’s was seven and a half , with an extra extension that curved up to hit her G-spot—into the bowl. The woman then brought the bowl and sat it on the coffee table, within reach.

Once his eyes adjusted to the now bright light of the room, Heero stared at it; upon a closer look, he saw that like Lu’s, Dorothy’s had an extension behind the balls as well to go up inside her. The size looked scary to him, even though Treize and Zechs are nearly that big anyway. His attention was brought back to reality back the crack of the bullwhip stinging across his back. The hits slowly worked its way down, until the whip was hitting him on his buttocks, making his hips rock forward to brush the post again. It took everything in him to keep his cock away from it. The whip licking his skin stopped; he heard Trowa’s licks stop as well. Then he heard the noise of buckles…

‘Shit’, Heero thought. His balls were grabbed roughly, and he was forced to arch his back, tip his ass up. Then, he felt something cold being inserted, and then something cool being squirted up his ass. He gritted his teeth against the odd sensation. It was removed, and he instinctively tightened his hole as the lube that was shot in threatened to ooze out. He saw the stainless steel syringe being passed to Madame Lucrezia as the same was done for Trowa. He heard his friend moan out loud from his insertion.

“Now, let’s get started, shall we, boys?” Dorothy grinned lustily. Lu slowly slid the dildo out of Trowa’s ass, much to his disappointment.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be replaced soon baby,” she smiled.

Heero felt something warm nudging at his entrance. “Nnnng, please, Mistress Dorothy—“ he started to say, only to be cut off by a smack on the back of his head.

“Shut it, Heero! You WILL take this dildo into you…mmmm…” she moaned as the head forced its way in, causing it the extension to nudge against her button. Once the stars cleared from his vision, he saw Trowa’s mouth hanging open, breath hitching; Lucrezia must be entering him now as well, judging by her moaning. His eyes watered at his hole being stretched. ‘Damn, the thing’s huge, but it feels…good’, he thought.

Dorothy slowly and steadily pushed forward until she had her toy buried to the hilt inside the shaggy-haired teen. Moaning, she breathed, “Ready, little Heero?” Before he could respond, she started thrusting. Heero groaned outright as she grabbed his hips and tilted them to hit his spot right off the bat. Trowa was swearing (“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit”) as Lu was pounding into him. His lower face was a shade of pink, embarrassed as he was from the thought that he was getting off on this as well.

‘This feels soooo good,’ Trowa thought, ‘but it’s a woman behind me! How can she hit my spot so well?’ he couldn’t hear anything, but he felt the vibrations of Lu’s moans through his back. The sensation was sending electric shivers down his spine. His spot was being hit on every other thrust, and he was soon pushing back against her, breasts on his back be damned, trying to get her to make contact more often.

Dorothy was rolling her hips, going slow, deciding to torture her charge. She could hear Heero trying to subdue his moans by either biting his bottom lip, or doing so through his teeth.

“Admit it, bitch, you like this—don’t you? Say it!”

“….nnnnnoooo….”

In response, Dorothy reached up and grabbed a handful of the boy’s thick hair. “Liar! This post’s slick as shit from YOUR drooling dick! You can’t tell me I’m not hitting your ‘cunt’ right; you’re moaning too fuckin’ much!” she yanked on his hair again. “Look at me!” she growled.

Heero did. He had never seen such maniacal lust in a person’s eyes. With a roll of her hips, she ground into Heero, making him moan uncontrollably. He was starting to like it, despite the feel of a set of soft warm breasts smashed into his sweaty back. He felt a hand snake around to stoke him in time to her thrusts, while the other hand let go of his hair to pinch his nipples. He cried out as the forked-browed woman bit into his shoulder. Soon, he found himself arching back to meet her thrusts. He barely registered Trowa’s shouts as he was being pegged relentlessly by Lucrezia. Due to his ears being covered, he had no idea how loud his shouts were. “Don’t stop! Let me come! Please, Mistress Lucrezia!” he could hear him shout into his ear. He was brought back to his own predicament by another swivel of the hips, making him give out a keening cry.

“Admit it; you like this, Heero? Say it! Or else---“

---And she stopped her movements all together.

It was like having a bucket of cold-ass water being thrown on him. Heero growled like a starved dog, fighting to get at some food held just out of reach. He tried to push back, but she moved back along with him to prevent friction. Delicious friction that he had come to find out that he craved.

From her.

“Say it, Heero, and I’ll finish you off and you can bust one, baby…just admit that I can lay down the pipe as well as any man! We are trained to do so after all…”

“Damnit, give me more! Please, ma’am!!” The reply to that was to have the dildo pulled out altogether. Heero tried his best to look behind him, eyes wild, looking for the cause of his need. He heard Dorothy laugh directly behind him.

“Hahahaha, look at you! Now you KNOW that answer was unacceptable! You swore at me!”

Shaking, sweat pouring off of him, he lowered his head. “Madame Dorothy, please, please, let me come…I’m sorry for saying that to you.”

“Can I lay this on you as good as Treize? Or as least close to?”

“Yes, Madame, you can…you felt so good; please, I don’t know how much more I can take…” Heero begged, tears running down his face. He had never felt so humiliated before in his life, tears running, face red, ass waving in the air, vying for the attention that was so abruptly suspended. His reward was a kiss from the blonde, which he accepted hungrily, and then he felt the now-familiar toy being inserted back into his ass in one rough thrust.

“Oh! Yes!” Heero cried out in relief.

Dorothy pounded into him, harder than before, her hair sticking to the sides of her face. She looked over to Lucrezia. “Is Trowa close?”

“Very; so am I, these damn things are re-relentless,” she stuttered.

“Let’s work this cream out of them.”

The two women grabbed their charges’ cocks, and started to stroke them in time again. Dorothy shouted out her completion first, her juice running down her legs. The jerky movements of her orgasm brought Heero to a finish, making him spurt his load all over the post in front of him, and partially onto Trowa. Lucrezia screamed her orgasm out, her pussy gushing out its juices as well. Trowa groaned out, coming in thick spurts when he felt Heero’s cream hitting his thighs. The come was smeared all over his side of the post, coating his stomach and hips. Legs shaky, Lu released the arm and legs bindings to allow Trowa next to the post. She then moved to take off his mask, revealing a rather sated and sweaty face. Heero was released as well. He collapsed onto his ass, despite the burn from the sweaty welts on it. He looked into Trowa’s glassy eyes and sweaty face. He smiled as his friend crawled over to him and lay down next to him. He looked up into their mistresses’ smiling faces.

“Well, now that we’ve established that we women can be just as good, we’ll take a shower. You will go in after us.” Dorothy declared. After that, the two women walked to the bathroom. The boys drifted off, too tired to move.

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Loud, slurping, sucking noises reverberated throughout the bathroom from Duo servicing both Quatre and Wufei. While he had his mouth on one, he gave long, firm strokes to the other. Moans were heard as Duo worked Wufei’s cock down his throat to where his nose briefly nuzzled his dark curls. Drool ran down his chin as he lapped the underside of his shaft. He frowned as he felt his stomach start to cramp. He slowly brought Wufei out of his throat and mouth.

“What’s wrong?” the dark haired boy asked. He was panting a flushed, and his hair had long since come out of its tie.

“Ugh…my stomach; it’s starting to cramp up,” he replied.

The anatomy in question gurgled in response.

“Well, it looks like you’d better hurry, huh?” Quat asked.

“Can’t I go now? Please?”

“Nope. Not until you make me come, Duo.” The blonde said with a lustful smirk.

Duo couldn’t believe it. Now he realized what Trowa and Heero were talking about. The boy was unusually sexually aggressive, sometimes to the point of perverse violence. He had already come twice—from blowjobs, and rimming, respectively. He still had more? And from doing both boys, his throat was starting to get a little sore. He was brought out of his reverie by a painful tug on his scalp. Duo yelped.

“Again, like I said, not until you make me come; now get to it, and maybe you’ll get relief. Besides, it’s not as though you aren’t enjoying it…look at your dick.”

Yes, it was true that he was hard as a mop handle at the moment, for he wasn’t getting any stimulation; this was all tension. Another thing was that somehow, he had a feeling that his blonde friend wouldn’t approve…

He lapped at Quatre’s erection before slowly swallowing it after taking a breath. The teen mewled in response, his knees threatening to give out from underneath him. “Shit, Duo, that’s it…oh!” he still had a hold of his hair, but his grip was easing up to where it was just lying on top of his head. Duo moaned when he felt a hand wrap around his erection. Wufei wanted to bring his friend to the edge.

Quatre couldn’t take standing anymore. He pulled out of Duo’s mouth suddenly, causing him to make a slight gagging noise, and cough.

“Quat? Wha—“

His answer was to be shoved onto his back, and to see thighs on either side of his vision. A cock thumped on his chin, making its presence known. His stomach wobbled a bit from the water, but it settled down.

“Open up, Duo.”

Duo did as he was told, and barely getting a chance to take in a breath, Quatre proceeded to fuck his face.

“Oh, yeah, now this is better! Ah!” he cried out from Duo moaning under Wufei’s ministrations.

This was proving to be torture for Duo; his throat was being rammed into as though it were his hole, and at the same time, was in bliss from Wufei’s hand. Soon, his wet passage was being filled with surprisingly sweet milk, and he hurriedly swallowed to prevent being strangled by it.

But those wonderful hands stopped.

“No! I was so close…Nnngh!” Duo cried out when his hard-on was clamped down in a harsh grip. He looked down to see his dark-haired friend was the one doing it. “Why???” he whined, “I wanna come—“

“I haven’t yet, baby,” Wufei cooed. “Don’t you want me to have fun?”

“Yeah, but---ooowwww, my stomach,” he moaned.

“Don’t worry, once I get my rocks off, you’ll get to go, as well as get off,” Wufei assured him by rubbing soothing circles on his distended belly. His face brightened. “I know! I wanna rub against this belly—“ he bit down on his lip as he let loose a smirk—“and it’ll get you off, too.”

Quatre circled round to his feet, which were planted onto the tiles. “Sounds nice, but first—“

The chestnut haired teens widened when he felt the tug on the plug that he had forgotten about. “Shit! What’re you do…ing…Aaah! Don’t! It’s gonna come out!” he wailed.

“And you better not let go! You better keep this mouth shut!” Quat growled. “Cause if you do…heh, fuck, you don’t wanna know!”

Duo swallowed loudly. “O-okay…”

Quatre continued pulling at the plug slowly, until the narrow end gave and the wider end followed. Duo felt that THIS was torture instead: he had to keep his hole clenched to prevent any water from coming out, yet he had to loosen just enough for the damn thing to come out….now. Duo squeezed with all his might to prevent any from shooting out onto the blonde. Nodding to Wufei, the Chinese boy then raised up the prone boy’s legs until his hole was exposed.

“Why are you doing this? Let me go take a shit, this is embarrassing!” he said, face turning red.

“That’s the point. You see, this is something you have to get used to, for Dermail makes me take shits in front of him. Chances are you’ll get to see…and who’s to say his ‘guest’ wouldn’t mind as well? You’re still hard, Duo, and look how juicy it looks!” said the blonde licking his lips. He dropped down to his knees and crawled to Duo’s round torso. He lowered his head and started licking on his uncomfortable friend, making him cry out.

He rose up. “In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were to have a suite covered in vinyl, to protect the floor, like he usually does. He loves to screw me into wherever, and have me piss or shit somewhere…that’s how sick his old ass is.”

Duo’s face paled at the mental picture that was just painted. “Would I have to…do that too?”

Quatre smiled. “Who knows? I like it; and it’s fun to get someone else to lose it, I get Wuffie here to do it every now and then.”

Wufei blushed. “Well…it does feel nice from time to time, but it still doesn’t beat needles…”

The boy climbed on top of Duo until his dusky erection was brushing against the one below him. He reached back and bringing his arms up to the back of the boy’s knees, brought them up, making his straining pucker more visible. He started thrusting, starting up a wonderful friction.

“Gah! Noooo! Stop! It’s gonna come out! This feels weird!” Duo cried out, tears starting to stream down his face. It felt good, but at the same time, his cramping stomach was threatening to let go. He didn’t want to shoot out in front of his friends; hell, the last time anyone saw him take a shit was when he was in preschool, and his parents watched him to make sure he didn’t leave streaks on the rim as he got down. It seemed as though his face couldn’t possibly feel any warmer, he just knew it was red as a beet right now.

The contradiction in emotions and sensation was getting to be too much. Looking up at Wufei, he couldn’t help but stare at the look of wanton on his face. He brought his legs up higher so he could reach his nipples, and he groaned out loud from the position and the fact that the move shot sparks to his dick. He opened his eyes to see Quatre standing behind Wufei but off to the side. Then Duo felt it.

It was starting to dribble out.

He cried out and tried to keep it clenched.

As though he were reading his mind, the blonde grinned, “Com’on, Duo, let go, or you’ll make yourself sick. Now that, we don’t want…”

“I’m-I’m coming!” Wufei cried out. His right arm slid down so he could wrap his hand around both their cocks. Duo screamed out as he felt the bottom drop on his belly and he came forcefully in the boy’s hand. At the same time, his hole relaxed, and all the water that was in his stomach came gushing out in a low trajectory, hitting the shower wall behind him.

“Nnnnn….” Duo moaned as his colon continued to spasm, and this time, a turd or two came out as well. He was reflexively thrusting upwards, still spurting cum from his cock. Quatre watched in avid fascination at the scene before him, his own erection awakened and throbbing.

“Damn, that was hot, Duo,” he smiled with half-lidded eyes.


He shook his head to clear the fog, then walked over to the shower heads to wash everything down the drain. He lifted up the drain cover to allow the fecal matter to leave with the rest of the soiled water. Wufei helped him up, holding onto him because his friend’s legs were like rubber. Standing under the warm spray, they soaped him up thoroughly, and then started kissing on him, turned on again.

Quatre moaned, pushing Duo against the wall, positioning his shaft against his opening. Wufei stepped behind the blonde, ready to pay him back for earlier. Moans, groans and shouts echoed once more in the steamy room, along with the loud slapping of wet skin. Quatre blew his load for the third time, and Wufei released his load inside of him. He slowly slid out before he dropped to his knees behind him, watching his seed ooze out of the blonde’s ass to mix with the suds and water running down his legs. Quatre in turn slowly slid out, and pushed Duo to lean forward until his cheeks rested against the wet tiles. He watched the long wet hair slide down either side of him to hang over his shoulders and hide his face. Running his hands over his back, and lower still to the teen’s ass, he pried them apart.

Quatre’s eyes glazed over in lust, and something else that from Wufei’s point of view, was hard to describe.

“Push it out, Duo, like you’re taking a shit.”

“What? No, something else will come out!”

“Yeah, my cum, Duo, that’s all. Now do it, I wanna see…” he said, his voice breaking off into a groan.

Blushing again, Duo did as requested, and he felt the sticky juices flow down his leg. From Quatre’s point of view, he saw Duo’s pucker distend slightly before his saw his jizz flow out.

“Oh, yes, that’s it…lovely, Duo. This is a very sexy view of you, baby.”

“…….”

Duo was speechless, until he heard a thump, then felt a wet tongue sliding into his ass.

“Shit!” Duo moaned. “I can’t…anymore, I’m too weak…”

Wufei got up. “Com’on Quat, if you’re hungry, I’ll fix you something to eat, but right now, we all need to get outta here before we catch colds.”

Quatre reluctantly let go of his ‘snack’ with a whine, then got up. They helped Duo dry off his body and his now heavy hair. After a lengthy blow-dry, they braided it up again, and dressing him in only a long t-shirt, led him to the couch in front of the TV with a blanket thrown over him. Quatre was about to sit next to him to molest him some more when…

“…Ah, ah, ah, No, Quat, your ass is helping me with dinner! Get your ass over here!”

“Awww, Wuffie….”

“Aw, Wuffie shit! He needs rest, and starting now, you guys are on a no-dick diet until that old bastard gets here.” the Chinese teen snapped.

Pouting, Quatre got up to help with dinner, leaving Duo to drift off in front of the TV. He smiled. He had to admit, he did feel much better now that Duo was here; he just may be strength he needed for Dermail’s upcoming visit, now less than two weeks away.

Shuttering at the thought, he padded to the kitchen to help Wufei.