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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Nanase_Haruka/Yamazaki_Sousuke
  Character:
      Nanase_Haruka, Yamazaki_Sousuke, Tachibana_Makoto
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Attempted_Rape/Non-Con, Sexual_Assault, Explicit
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      Happy_Ending, Teen_Romance, Boys_In_Love, Boys_Kissing
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      Published: 2016-08-11 Updated: 2017-07-15 Chapters: 3/? Words: 16946
****** Please Be Nice To Me ******
by AshakiranTheTenthBeast
Summary
     Sousuke Yamazaki loathes Haruka Nanase and has made no attempts to
     hide it, despite the other swimmers trying to break the ice. One
     night, Rin and Haru have an argument about the future that leaves Rin
     in tears. Sousuke goes after Haru, determined to make him pay. And
     what starts out as simple fight escalates to something much more
     intense. Afterwards, their relationship is never the same with
     Sousuke outright mistreating Haru who refuses to get help from their
     mutual friends. He’ll deal with Sousuke his own way.
Notes
     To say this story is a little hard core is putting it a tad bit
     lightly. This is the first time I've written a story as dark and
     violent and kinda icky as this one. I want to give a disclaimer that
     I don't support abuse, rape or domestic violence AT ALL. It's just a
     rather violent story that will have a happy ending.
     Side note: Please read the warnings and tags! This is not a story for
     the faint of heart and for queasy stomachs!
***** The Fight *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sousuke Yamazaki
             Sousuke leaned against the wall, eyes half-lidded as he listened.
His body was slack, shoulders slumped, legs in front of him. He looked
completely relaxed from a distance but there was tension wired through out his
large tall frame.
            “I just don’t understand Haru!” Rin’s voice raised, angry but tight
with pain. “You just keep saying that, free, free, free! How can you not think
further than right now, how can you have no future, no dream?”
            Haru’s voice was quieter, low and warning. “I’m not like you Rin. I
don’t care about winning, about being scouted. I just want to swim freely,
that’s it.”
            “God if you say that one more time!” There was swift movement and a
low grunt of discomfort, a quick look showed Sousuke that Rin had grabbed
Haru’s collar, twisting it tightly in his fist. Rin’s arm was contorted with
muscle then he gave Haru a rough shake.
            Haru’s dark blue eyes narrowed, his hand swiped up and gripped
Rin’s wrist, trying to tug him off. “Let me go Rin.”
            “NO!” Rin shouted, his other hand grabbed Haru’s collar, both fists
grasped tight, now tears were running down his face. “You have to come with me
Haru! You’re my motivation, racing you, striving to catch up to you, that’s a
part of my dream! In the Olympics, professional swimmers, racing for the gold.”
            Haru’s passive face darkened. “Don’t push your dreams on me Rin. I
don’t swim for anyone. I swim for myself.”
            Rin gasped, the sound harsh like he had been stabbed. His hands
shakily let go of Haru. “So its like that Haru?”
            Haru let go of Rin’s arm and turned his head to the side, his face
again smoothed into blankness. “Its like that. I’m leaving.” He walked away,
moving at his regular clipped pace.
            “HARU!” Rin screamed after him but the coldhearted man did not look
back.
            Sousuke watched as Rin went to his knees, then the other swimmers
came rushing up, alarmed. Makoto was first to kneel by the sobbing Rin, with
Nagisa, Rei and Aiichiro Nitori close behind.
            Sousuke looped around to avoid the group and followed after Haru.
His fists were thrust deep into his pockets, clenched so tight his knuckles
popped. People on the street took one look into the stark violence in his
ocean-blue eyes and steered clear. No one wanted to mess with the six-feet tall
muscular teen.
            Sousuke didn’t have to walk long to find Haru, leaning against the
fence that blocked the sidewalk from the beach. Haru’s face was completely
impassive, looking over the moonlit water.
            Rage burned in Sousuke’s gut, so hot and sharp he wanted to scream
it out. He walked up and stood by Haru, his jaw too tight to let him talk at
first.
            Haru glanced to the side, saw him then looked away, dismissing him.
He didn’t even say anything.
            Sousuke swallowed down the roar and managed to speak without even
cursing, his voice deep and warning. “I told you to stay away from Rin, didn’t
I?”
            Haru let out a soft irritated sigh. “I don’t care what you say
Yamazaki. Besides, what just happened was because of Rin. I didn’t provoke
him.”
            Sousuke stared down at the smaller boy and everything in him wanted
to rip him into shreds. “If Rin is supposed to be your friend, why the fuck did
you force him to tears? What kind of person are you? I get that you don’t show
your emotions but Jesus, do you even havethem?”
            Sousuke leaned down, his teal eyes hot enough to burst into flame.
“What will it take to make you cry from a broken heart Haru? Huh? What would it
take to make a contorted expression of pain come over your perpetually blank
face?”
            Haru stiffened, took a glance at Sousuke’s face and darted. Sousuke
froze for a second but then blinked, realizing the punk ass bitch was running
away!
            Oh no you don’t!
            Haru may have had a minute start but his speed was in the water,
not on land. Sousuke’s entire body was roped in muscle, he had long legs and he
had trained for both speed and stamina. Within seconds, he was right behind
Haru. He could hear the smaller boy laboring for air, he watched as Haru’s
thinner shorter legs pumped at the ground but it wasn’t enough, it would never
be enough.
            Sousuke was sick of being on the sidelines, sick of seeing Rin
abuse and hurt himself against the ice cold wall Haru had put up around
himself. No, he’d see that wall melted, he’d break that wall down and reveal
the real Haru, the Haru that knew how to cry, who knew how to feel and show
pain. He wouldn’t let Haru hurt Rin again.
            With a lash of his arm, Sousuke grabbed Haru’s collar, yanking him
back. Haru twisted and the jacket slumped off him, leaving Sousuke with an
empty jacket as Haru kept sprinting.
            Growling, Sousuke flung it to the side and lunged forward in the
chase again. Haru had left the boardwalk and was now winding himself through
the backstreets, clearly trying to shake Sousuke off, diving left and right,
bursting through boxes and skirting around stalls.
            Sousuke could feel the wild grin on his face but couldn’t stop it.
He felt the burning in his lungs, he felt the tightening in his muscles, the
harsh breathing and he didn’t care. He wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t let Haru get
away, not from him and not with hurting Rin, never again.
            Haru slipped into an alleyway, Sousuke was right after him and he
tackled the smaller boy. They crashed into a valley of cardboard boxes and
newspapers. Haru croaked in pain as he was slammed into the hard stone ground,
Sousuke’s heavy body crushing him.
            “Stop!” He shouted, shielding his face even though Sousuke hadn’t
done anything but pin him down.
            Sousuke straddled Haru and his hands grabbed Haru’s wrists then
roughly slammed them on the ground over his head, Haru hissed in pain,
Sousuke’s grip was tight like to break his bones and the stone underneath them
was cracked and chipped, the shards digging into his soft skin.
            Sousuke watched as tears shimmered Haru’s eyes but then Haru
blinked and the water was gone, like it never existed. Haru looked up at him
with a firm gaze and a straight mouth. “Let me up Yamazaki.”
            The rage tightened Sousuke’s gut, his jaw worked and his hands
clenched on Haru’s thin delicate wrists. The teen was built to swim, so he had
slim lean muscle but his body frame was small and thin nonetheless, no match
for Sousuke’s large heavily built body.
            Haru looked up at the vicious anger contorting Sousuke’s usually
straight face and Sousuke, deep inside, enjoyed the fear he saw creeping into
those sea blue eyes.
            Haru swallowed hard and said, firmly again, “I said let me up.”
            Sousuke just looked down at him and knew this wasn’t enough. Haru
looked frightened but barely, there was the basic apprehension in his eyes, he
was swallowing nervously but his face was still stiff, he wasn’t crying, he
wasn’t in pain. Sousuke wasn’t a sadistic person but all he had to think of was
Rin, Rin who was so fucking obsessed with Haru and all Haru did was throw Rin’s
feelings back in his face, he made Rin cry, he made Rin degrade himself, made
Rin beg for him. No, no, Haru had to pay for that, he would pay for each
individual tear Rin ever made because of him, Haru would cry a million more.
            The thoughts were on his face, he knew because Haru’s eyes widened
and he said quietly, “Yamazaki, don’t.”
            Its not enough. He’s not crying, he’s not begging.
            Sousuke shifted so one hand was holding both of Haru’s wrists,
leaving his other hand free. He touched Haru’s forehead and drifted his fingers
down the bridge of Haru’s nose. Haru’s gaze didn’t follow the movement but
stayed pinned on Sousuke’s eyes. “Yamazaki, just let me up already.”
            Sousuke instead gripped the collar of Haru’s undershirt. “I
wonder,” he finally spoke, his voice deep and angered. “I wonder what will make
you cry the way Rin cried. What can I do that will make you sob like he did.
You caused him so much pain Haru but you never show your pain, I don’t know if
you’re even capable of it. So that means I’ll have to teach you pain, teach you
how to cry.”
            Haru gasped, short, choked and said shakily, “Yamazaki, this is
crazy. I know you care about Rin, I do too-”
            Haru’s words were slapped out of his mouth, his head whapped to the
side, blood bubbled to the surface of his lip.
            Sousuke breathed out heavily, “Don’t you dare say you care about
Rin. Don’t you ever say that again because it’s a lie. You don’t lie Haru, you
don’t lie to me.”
            Haru slowly turned his head back, the blood dripping down to his
chin. His eyes were stark, shocked and unbelieving. His tongue slipped out and
swiped over the cut, he winced then said quietly, “Whatever you do to me in
this alleyway won’t change anything Yamazaki. Whatever you do, I’ll just go to
the police and you’ll get arrested. So go ahead, torture me, beat me up, make
me cry. I don’t care.”
            Sousuke’s hand tightened on Haru’s wrists, the thin bones ground
together and made an audible crunching sound. Haru’s face contorted but only
for a second as they schooled back into their impassive blankness.
            Sousuke slapped him again, harder, just to see how Haru couldn’t
stop the flinch of pain, to see more blood spurt. He watched Haru slowly turn
his head back, his lower lip was busted enough for a small river to run down
his chin and start plopping off the point to land on his shirt. Haru looked up
at him with freezing eyes. 
            “Is that it?” He said, voice quiet and dark. “You’re just going to
slap me?”
            Sousuke’s body went still. Then he slowly grinned, the unnatural
position twisting his face into a frightening visage. “OH yes.” His deep voice
purred. “You think by goading me maybe I’ll stop? Maybe make me so mad I’ll
just come to my senses?”
            “No.” Haru spoke even though it stretched his busted lip. “I think
you’ll get mad enough to just finish beating me and leave me alone. I’m tired
of this, bored. Just do it already.”
            Sousuke let go of Haru and stood up then backed off.
            Haru blinked then slowly got to his feet. Sousuke spun and kicked
him in the side, sending him flying into the brick wall, cracking against it.
Haru slid down, his face stunned and his head rolled.
            “Is that better?” Sousuke’s voice was dark and threatening. “Is
this what you prefer? You want me to beat the shit out of you? I don’t just
practice swimming and weight lifting, I’m a martial artist as well. Stand up
Haru, you want to fight, right? Stand up, throw a punch.”
            Haru shook his head then clasped his temple that had gotten gouged
by a jutting piece of brick, blood freely flowing down. He stayed crumpled on
his knees, leaning against the wall. “No Yamazaki. If you want to beat me up,
then do it, but I’m not going to fight you. I won’t stoop to your level.”
            Sousuke stared down at the black-haired swimmer and realized what
he was doing would never work. Plain hard core violence wasn’t affecting Haru
and even if he unleashed all his art on him, even if he uses his moves to break
Haru into pieces, like he said, he didn’t care and he’d just go to the police.
No…if he wanted Haru to cry, if he wanted him to feel pain, he’d have to do
something to him that Haru couldn’t just brush off. After all, getting beat up
by other students was something anyone could go through, Sousuke would be seen
as a bully and Haru the victim. No, Sousuke had to think differently, he had to
adjust to Haru’s cold mind.
            Sousuke went to his belt and very calmly unbuckled it. Fear, abject
horror, flashed over Haru’s face and he jerked backwards, pressing against the
brick wall, his hand even came over his mouth, protecting himself.
            Bingo.
            Sousuke smirked, dark and knowing. “Ah yes, do you care now Haru?
Do you care what I do to you now?”
            Haru spoke, his voice muffled behind his hand. “I won’t do it. You
can’t make me.”
            The challenge brought fire leaping to Sousuke’s furious ocean eyes.
“Is that right? Then I guess I’ll have to convince you, huh?”
            Haru got to his feet, he wavered, one hand still clutching his
bleeding head. He breathed shakily and his eyes flicked to the only way out of
the alleyway, the place that Sousuke’s heavy set body was completely blocking.
            Sousuke slowly pulled his belt out of the loops, watching the pulse
jump in Haru’s neck, watched him stumble backwards, watched how his eyes
widened.
            He’s afraid, yes he doesn’t like this at all. And I haven’t even
gotten started.
            “My father,” started Sousuke. “He didn’t believe in disobedience,
he didn’t believe in backtalk or anarchy. He believed in he speaks, I do, plain
and simple.”
            Sousuke wound a few inches of the belt around his wrist, leaving a
length free, including the metal buckle.
            Haru edged backwards again and Sousuke advanced.
           Sousuke continued, “He took to beating me so much that it was my
idea to join a martial art class. I learned how to protect myself and when he
came after me one day, I fought back. I lost because I was only fourteen and my
father used to be a prizefighter. However it won me his respect and he took me
under his wing, showed me all the different ways my body could be used to cause
someone else pain. I only used those methods in the ring, never tried them on
people because as I grew so big and strong, no one wanted to fight me. But you
Haru, I want to hurt you. For what you’ve done to Rin, I can’t forgive you. I
won’t. Not until you’ve cried for his tears, not until you’ve felt his pain.
Understand?”
            “You’re insane,” husked Haru, his voice dry and hoarse, he had
backed up into a corner and had one hand out in front of him. “Just leave me
alone Yamazaki. I get it, I do, look, I’m bleeding, I’m hurt, yes, I’m afraid.
You won, you did it. Just stop, stop it here.”
            Sousuke shook his head, his eyes looking down Haru’s form. “Not
here, not even close am I stopping here. Turn around Haru. A proper beating is
always on the back.”
            Haru glared and lunged forward, diving for space to escape.
Sousuke’s arm whammed out, Haru’s neck collided into the solid limb and he
collapsed, choking for air. Quick, Sousuke flipped Haru onto his stomach, he
jerked his arm to press at the back of his neck, the pained cry Haru made drove
fire into Sousuke’s gut. It was right then he felt the stiffness in his pants.
            This is turning me on…something about this, the situation, the
belt, Haru, its making me hotter than I’ve been in a long time. Should I stop?
Am I perverted? I don’t care. Haru is going to cry, he’s going to feel pain.
Then I’ve avenged Rin and Haru will never come around him again.
            Sousuke wound his arm back then let it fly. The belt lashed forward
and sliced into Haru’s back, cutting open the shirt and the belt buckle ripped
a long red line in the creamy flesh.
            Haru screamed, loud, clear, high and pained. Sousuke’s legs
trembled, he nearly fell over at the surge of lust that powered from his loins,
how his breath heaved, how he had to suck in air as adrenaline rushed through
his blood.
            Sousuke slammed the belt again, watching as it tore through the
shirt and another long gash appeared on Haru’s back, this one coming from his
neck down to his waist.
            Haru screamed again and tried to get up but with Sousuke’s other
hand pinning his arm to his neck, he couldn’t get the leverage with his free
hand to stand up. He gathered his legs and Sousuke stepped on his thigh,
leaning his weight on him. Haru groaned, Sousuke was heavy, way too heavy and
his thigh felt like it was going to burst open.
            “Are you crying now?” Sousuke panted, sweat dampening his shirt,
his erection was so hard in his pants, pulling his crotch so tight it was
painful. He wanted to open it, let it out but he didn’t have another hand to do
it. No, he’d get Haru to open his pants. Haru would do whatever he wanted. “Are
you in pain now Haru?”
            Haru gasped and choked, “Please Yamazaki…please stop.”
            “Wrong answer!” Sousuke whipped his arm forward, again and again,
mesmerized how the shirt was torn into shreds, how Haru’s back was sliced into
hot red ribbons. He dropped the belt, hearing Haru’s stifled short sobs into
the stone ground.
            He knelt down, staring at the bloody mess of Haru’s back then
grasped his waist and flipped him over. Haru groaned and writhed, the cracked
stone ground stabbing into his fresh wounds.
            Sousuke grasped Haru’s shoulders and lifted him to a sitting
position as he stood. This put his crotch directly into Haru’s face. Haru
leaned forward, his face nestled into Sousuke’s thigh and he cried, sniffling,
shoulders shaking, short harsh sobs cutting from his mouth.
            Sousuke closed his eyes, soaking in the sound but he knew it wasn’t
enough. He wanted more, it was selfish now, it wasn’t about Rin anymore,
already it was about himself, about what he wanted. Rin had been paid for, he
knew that. Rin’s pain probably felt like this, his heart probably felt like it
had been beaten, bruised, bleeding and he had cried. Haru had paid. But he
wouldn’t tell Haru that. He wouldn’t tell Haru that this experience had turned
him more like his father than he ever wanted to believe. He just wanted this,
sexually, it was about pleasure now.
            “Haru.” He looked down at the crying boy, his voice raspy. “Do it
now. You know. If you don’t I’ll hurt you worse.” He warned when Haru shook his
head. “Didn’t I tell you I know how to cause pain? A little beating with a belt
is nothing. I can cause you pain with my bare hands you won’t recover from. Is
sucking some cock worth it?”
            Haru shivered and whispered, his voice hoarse and aching, “I’ve
done enough Sousuke. I know my debt is paid, Rin is avenged. I’m sorry, you did
what you wanted. Please, leave me alone.”
            Sousuke sunk his hand into Haru’s limp sweaty hair, he stroked
first then his hand clenched into a tight fist, the strands tangled in his
fingers and Haru’s scalp pulled sharply. Haru cried out and tried to grab
Sousuke’s wrist but his arms just slumped. Sousuke knew the pain in his back,
his shoulders, Haru was in too much pain to move quickly.
            With his free hand, he unzipped his pants and adjusted his boxers
so his cock rose up out of the depths. He gazed at his own erection, never
before had he seen it this thick, this heavy, this full of hot blood. His cock
was so hard it didn’t stand up but stuck out forward. The bulging head bumped
against Haru’s ear, dripping pre-cum over the rim and down his neck.
            “Do it,” he urged, his voice came out rough and demanding rather
than pleading. Sousuke wanted Haru’s mouth on him, he wanted it so bad he was
willing to beg for it.
            Haru looked up at him, his blue eyes overflowing with tears, his
mouth quivering, blood smeared on his head, mouth and chin. “You won’t stop,
will you?”
            Sousuke cupped Haru’s chin with his other hand then pressed his
thumb at the corner of his mouth, his fingers squeezing at his jaw, forcefully
cranking Haru’s mouth open.
            “Don’t bite me,” he warned as his cockhead slid past Haru’s lower
lip. “If you do I’ll break your neck.”
            Haru just made a strangled sound as Sousuke’s thickness continued
his way into his mouth, until the head was lodged at the back of Haru’s throat.
Haru choked, heaved and Sousuke pulled back as he threw up on the ground,
gagging.
            Sousuke slapped him, just hard enough to hear Haru make a pained
sound. “Don’t do that again. Try again.”
            He moved away from the puddle of sick, his hold on Haru’s hair
dragged him with him. There was newspaper on the ground, so he used that to
roughly wipe off Haru’s mouth and chin. “Now, again.”
            Haru looked at him with desperate desolate eyes. “Sousuke,” his
voice was ragged. “Please…its been enough.”
            Sousuke stared right back at him. “Suck me off until I cum, then
its enough.”
            Sousuke was lying, it would be enough for tonight but this, what
this was, he was addicted already. He had to have it again, he wanted Haru
again even though it wasn’t over yet. His boner was so fucking hard he’d
probably blow once he was inside Haru’s hot mouth again.
            Haru flinched but as Sousuke stepped in, clasping his mouth to
force it open, he opened on his own. Sousuke’s eyes gleamed with victory and
Haru shut his eyes tight. Sousuke wanted to see his eyes, wanted to see them
water up but more than anything right now he just needed release. So he slid
his cock into Haru’s waiting mouth, felt the soft raspy tongue and thrust in
and out. He clenched Haru’s jaw tightly, keeping him still when Haru made a
protesting sound and tried to jerk away.
            Sousuke held Haru’s hair tighter, twisting his fist until Haru
cried, tears running underneath his lids. Haru’s mouth closed around him and
Sousuke exploded, shooting his load down Haru’s throat. He pulled back,
watching as Haru coughed and spit but most of the cum had already gone down. He
let go of Haru’s hair and his jaw, watched as the smaller boy slumped to the
ground completely unconscious.
            Sousuke stood there, feeling like his skin was so bright and
tingling it was going to burst off him, that he was going to float right out of
his body.
            Amazing, fucking amazing. I never, if I knew, something like this,
I would have so long ago. Now Haru…now I have Haru for this. But first…I got to
get him home.
            Sousuke checked the time on his wristwatch. It was only around ten
pm, the streets would be closed up, it’s a weeknight, people would be in bed.
            He left Haru in the alleyway and went back to get his jacket, found
it and went back, Haru was still passed out in the same position he left him.
He put the jacket on him and zipped it up, conveniently hiding the wounds on
Haru’s back. Haru’s face and head were covered in blood, so Sousuke dampened
newspaper with his saliva and cleaned him up the best he could until his skin
was just a dark pink. Then he picked him up, curled him so Haru’s head was
ducked underneath his chin.
            He knew where Haru’s house was thanks to Rin and the others, got
there quickly and went by the back door because Haru normally left it unlocked.
He laid Haru down in his bed and could only think with pride, with pleasure. He
wondered if Haru would call the police on him but then decided he wouldn’t
because Haru had his pride. To tell strangers that Sousuke Yamazaki had beaten
him with a belt then forced him into fellatio would be too humiliating, too
degrading. No Haru would keep it to himself.
            And Sousuke would be waiting for his chance for round two.
            He washed his hands and his belt in Haru’s sink, both were bloody,
then made himself presentable. Back at Samezuka Academy Dorm, he found Rin in
bed, curled up.
            He knelt down and placed a hand on Rin’s shoulder. “Buddy, I’m
home.”
            Rin opened his eyes, they were a little strained but his smile was
real. “Ah, Sousuke. Are you okay?”
            Sousuke couldn’t help the wide pleased grin that came over his
face. “Fuck yeah, I’m great.”
            Rin snorted and closed his eyes. “Got laid did you? Stop gloating
and take a shower, you stink.”
            Sousuke laughed heartily but gathered his toiletries and left to do
as told.
            Haru…heal up, get some rest…because I’ll be coming back for more.
Chapter End Notes
     As I said in the beginning, this is a tough story to read! If you
     can't stomach violence and forced sex, please don't read! I love Haru
     and Sousuke as my favorite characters and favorite pairing. I'm
     basing this on how aggressive and possessive Sousuke treated Haru
     when he first appeared, several scenes made it seem like Sousuke was
     really close to hitting Haru so I decided to take that and just ramp
     it up by a million watts. The story will have a happy ending.
***** Selfish Intentions *****
Haruka Nanase
             Waking up, Haru immediately didn’t want to move. He was hurt, he
knew that just from breathing slowly. His face, his head, his wrists, his arms,
his side, shoulders and back. He didn’t open his eyes but got flashes from what
happened last night. He wanted to believe it was a nightmare but the sour thick
taste in his mouth denied him that, the pulsing of his lip, the pounding
headache, the throb at his side, the intense gnawing at his back, they all
denied him the wish it was all just a bad dream.
            Sousuke Yamazaki…he extracted revenge on me for what I did to Rin.
If I had any idea he was a monster like that…
            Haru swallowed hard then choked, it was disgusting, his mouth, his
tongue, his throat, his entire body, filthy, desecrated.
            Water! I need to get clean. I need water.
            He knew it would hurt like hell getting out of bed and getting down
the hall into the bathroom but it was either lay here stewing in his own muck
or getting embraced by water’s perfect cleansing. It wasn’t a choice and Haru
didn’t want to wait any longer.
            He forced himself to his feet and the world swam in front of him,
his vision blurred, his head wobbled. Haru stumbled, clutching the ache on the
side of his head where it cracked on the brick wall but he walked, ignoring the
grinding in his back, how his side throbbed painfully.
            When he got to the bathroom, he ran the tub and while it filled he
cranked the shower on hot and bathed, scrubbing himself off. Finally clean, he
sunk into the tub, all the way in, submerging himself the best he could.
            Sousuke Yamazaki…he did things to me I never knew. Yes, I knew
about getting spanked with a belt but what he did wasn’t a spanking. I knew
about fellatio but the way he forced me into it, no. The whole thing…no.  He
did it because of Rin, because I hurt Rin he wanted to make me pay, make me cry
and make me feel pain. Well…it worked. I cried more last night than I’ve cried
in my entire life. And he enjoyed it. Looking at his face, seeing his hard-on,
he enjoyed every last second of it.
           Needing to breathe, Haru resurfaced and sucked in air. He slumped
against the bathtub rim then winced at the stark pain. He sat forward then
glanced over his shoulder. His back was crisscrossed in red lines, black and
blue bruises darkening around them. He wouldn’t be able to swim in front of the
others with this, not unless he had some story to explain the marks away.
            Haru covered his mouth at the idea of admitting what happened last
night.
            I can’t tell anyone what Sousuke did to me. If he had simply beaten
me up, then yes, I’d tell authorities that Sousuke Yamazaki chased me into an
alleyway and beat me up. He’d get in trouble end of story. But the idea of even
telling Makoto that Sousuke whipped me with a belt then came down my throat…no!
NO! I can’t, I just can’t. And Sousuke knows it, that’s why he changed his mind
about just beating the crap out of me. He knew I could tell about that…but I
won’t tell about the sexual violation.
            Haru groaned then winced, his jaw ached. Haru got out of the bath
to look in the mirror. He had black bruises on his jaw from Sousuke’s fingers,
a blue bruise marred the side of his face from the slaps, he had a wound
scabbed over on his temple from cracking into the brick wall. His side was
mottled black from where Sousuke kicked him. His lip was busted and swollen and
he twisted to see the rows of marks on his back.
            One night and Sousuke did all this.
            Haru smacked his mouth, he still tasted horrible. He immediately
brushed his teeth multiple times and was grateful today was Saturday, so Makoto
wouldn’t come waltzing in the bathroom like he owned the place. For once, he
was glad his parents were overseas and he was completely alone. Haru slipped on
his jammers, enjoying the tight comforting feel of it.
            Sousuke’s leering grin appeared before him. “A little beating with
a belt is nothing. I can cause you pain with my bare hands you won’t recover
from.”
            Haru flinched as if the man was right there saying it. His skin
shivered with goosebumps. He went into the kitchen and put on an apron to start
cooking breakfast. His stomach was sick but he had to eat.
            He won’t do it again. He extracted his avengement for Rin, he won’t
do anything else.
            With the rice bubbling in the cooker, some mackerel grilling and
miso soup warming up, Haru tried not to think about Sousuke and last night but
the more he tried not to think about it the more he thought about it. Sousuke
is cruel, he knew that now. If at first he was punishing him for hurting Rin,
the second he got aroused by it then it was selfish intentions. Just beating
him up would have been enough but forcing him to…no, that was too much. It was
enough.
            “Suck me off until I cum, then its enough.”
            Haru winced and he could feel again the hot cum blasting down his
throat, how he coughed and choked over Sousuke’s thick erection. Haru shivered
and felt tears pricking his eyes. How was he going to face Sousuke again? They
were in the same group of friends, mostly they saw each other every day. He
couldn’t tell anybody and he didn’t think Sousuke would tell either. It was
between them, what happened in that alleyway stayed in the alleyway.
            Food ready, Haru made his plate and bowls then sat down. He stared
down at his setting and his stomach hardened into a knot. He jumped up, ran to
the toilet and violently vomited. He stared at the white fluid swimming in the
bowl and threw up again, harder, more white pooled in the water. He shoved his
hand down his throat, his stomach pumped and this time he only threw up stomach
acid, all of the cum was out. He flushed the toilet with a trembling hand,
stumbled to his feet and brushed his teeth and gargled mouthwash.
            That was why I couldn’t eat, because Sousuke was still inside of
me. I should be able to eat now.
            His entire body quivering, Haru went back to the table and sat
down. He didn’t touch his cooling food, he held himself and stared at the wall.
Tears pricked and he pushed his face against his knees.
            Even now he’s making me cry. Just the thought of him. Sousuke said
he wanted me to cry because I made Rin cry. Does he know how well he’s
succeeded?
            After his cry was finished, his stomach rumbled he was actually
hungry, so he managed to take enough bites that he felt a little better, the
rest he packed up for later. His cell phone rang.
            He answered it. “Hey, Nagisa.”
            “Haru-chan! The rest of us are going to the movies, want to come?”
            “Who’s the rest of us?”
            “You know, Mako-chan, Rei-chan, Rin-chan, the usual.”
            “Is Yamazaki going?”
            Nagisa made a whine. “No…he said he had physical therapy and can’t
make it! It sucks! Well, can you come?”
            Haru knew it was either he stayed home and cried all day, or he
went out, enjoyed being with his friends and slowly healed from Sousuke’s
abuse.
            “Alright, I’m in. What time?”
            “Movie is in two hours, so we were going to meet up for lunch first
at Sasabe’s Pizza Parlor.”
            “I’ll be there.”
            Haru hung up and took another shower but had to be gentle on his
back. He got dressed and gasped, looking at the marks on his face. His lip was
busted, marks on his jaw, the large bruise on his face and a wound on the side
of his head.
            What the hell can I say to cover this up? Ah! I banged my head on
the tub. Perfect.
            Haru left and was the last one to arrive at the pizza parlor.
Everyone brightened up to see him then he watched as their faces slackened and
eyes darkened.
            He held up one hand. “Just a bathroom accident. I slipped getting
into the tub and banged my head on the rim. That’s all this is.”
            “Haru-chan!” Nagisa wailed and thumped onto him. “Does it hurt bad?
Do you need the hospital?”
            Haru patted his back. “No, I’m fine. It looks worse than it feels,
honestly.”
            Makoto’s brows went up. “But Haru, how did you get that mark on the
side?” His fingers touched the raw wound, Haru winced away. “It’s ghastly.”
            “Bathroom accident, like I said.” Haru brushed Makoto away. “Let’s
eat, alright?”
            “Try and be more careful, will you?” Rin’s brows raised. “You look
like a battered housewife. Come on, before the pizza gets cold.”
            Haru followed his friends inside and threw himself head first into
enjoying himself with his friends. He didn’t want to think about Sousuke, his
bruises, last night, the cum he threw up, none of it. If his friends thought
Haru’s small smiles and little chuckles were out of character, no one said
anything but enjoyed being with him.
            The movie was a horror film, no one told Makoto that and Haru let
Makoto squeeze him tight, even though it was hurting his back wounds, the feel
of Makoto’s warm friendly body was soothing. He stroked Makoto’s fluffy olive
hair as the boy shoved his face into Haru’s neck. In a way, though he was the
one comforting Makoto, he felt like Makoto was comforting him. Haru would never
ask to be hugged, to be held but after what happened, this close gentle contact
was soothing.
            When the movie was over, Haru led Makoto by hand out of the
theater.
            “You jerks!” Makoto blustered, tears still coming down his face.
“How could you do that to me??”
            Nagisa made a quick smile. “I thought you’d be okay, really!
Besides with Haru-chan there to hold you, you were fine!”
            Rin crossed his arms, taking in Haru still holding Makoto’s hand.
“Man, you guys are more gay than ever. He’s a grown man Haru, stop babying
him.”
            Instead, Haru clenched tighter on Makoto’s hand, while Makoto used
his other one to wipe at his wet eyes.
            He said instead, “I’m sorry Rin.”
            Everything froze, including Rin’s expression.
            Rin said blankly, “What?”
            Haru, still needing Makoto’s hand, looked at Rin in the eyes. “I
said I’m sorry. And when you see Yamazaki, tell him I said I’m sorry. I’m going
home.”
            He dropped Makoto’s hand and walked away.
            “Wha…?”
            “What exactly just happened right now?”
            “Rin? What’s going on?”
            “Haru, come back!”
            Haru walked back home without looking back and entered his house by
the side door. He closed it and took off his shoes, turned around and froze.
There was Sousuke, leaning against the wall in the living room.
            Sousuke’s ocean blue eyes slowly heated. “So you’re home. I’ve been
waiting for a good hour.”
            Haru spun on his heel to run but Sousuke was too fast, lunged and
grasped Haru’s waistband, his other arm went around his collarbone and heaved
him backwards. His mouth touched Haru’s ear. “Where do you think you’re going?”
            “Get off me!” Haru shouted, bucking his body and kicked his legs.
“Leave me alone Yamazaki! I told Rin sorry, I apologized!”
            “I know, Rin texted me a few moments ago.” Sousuke dragged Haru
into the living room and tossed him down on the ground then straddled him so he
couldn’t escape. “But you really think a petty apology is enough?”
            Haru stared up at the taller larger boy then said softly, “We both
know this is no longer about Rin. It stopped being about Rin last night.”
            Sousuke’s eyes narrowed. “Alright, so you’re more intelligent than
I gave you credit for. That’s right Haru, this is not about Rin. It’s about
me.”
            “Find someone else to play your sadistic games with,” instructed
Haru, forcing his voice to be stiff and unafraid when in fact he was positive
he was about to pee on himself. “I’m not interested.”
            “I know you aren’t,” Sousuke’s voice was silky with violence. “You
aren’t interested but I am. It was with you I discovered this side of myself
and its with you I want to keep playing. You called it a game, then fine. Let’s
play.”
            With that, he slapped Haru in the face, hard.
            Haru flinched as his head swapped to the side, his lip busted
again. He shuddered, the tears were already pressing to the surface.
            “Makoto…” The name slipped out, wishing the other boy was here.
            Makoto was the next biggest after Sousuke and he would fight to
protect Haru, maybe he was on his way now.
            Sousuke’s eyes slitted. “I don’t think so Haru. Makoto isn’t here,
I’m here. Say my name Haru.”   Sousuke slapped him again. “Say Sousuke.”
            Haru shook his head, pain lashed up. “Makoto.” He said it
stubbornly. Sousuke may have hurt him last night but he wasn’t going to submit,
not again.
            Sousuke grabbed Haru’s jaw, his fingers fit into the bruises made
from last night and he tightened. “Say Sousuke.”
            Haru gritted his teeth. “Makoto.”
            Sousuke’s other hand grasped Haru’s neck and squeezed. “Say
Sousuke.”
            Haru gulped for air as his pathway closed, his hands came up and
tried to pull Sousuke off but the other man’s arm felt like steel. He looked
into Sousuke’s livid ocean eyes and knew he wouldn’t stop until Haru gave in.
But no! He wasn’t some pushover, he wasn’t some little baby afraid of anything
or anyone.
            His eyes watered from lack of air but he wheezed, “Makoto.”
            Sousuke let him go and he sucked in air. Sousuke grasped Haru’s
shirt and pulled it up over to his head, forcing his arms up and pinned them
down. Haru’s body was mostly pristine cream but there on his side was the dark
bruise from getting kicked. Sousuke punched him directly on that spot.
            Haru yelped in pain then bit his lower lip hard. Sousuke punched
again and again, not holding back until Haru shouted with a cracked hurt voice,
“SOUSUKE!”
            Sousuke’s body trembled over him and Haru realized he had enjoyed
it, just hearing his name said in pain had turned the other man on. He saw the
lift in his crotch and knew if he didn’t do something Sousuke was going to keep
hurting him until his sexual desire was at its peak and he’d force Haru to make
him cum. He didn’t want to suck Sousuke off ever again.
            “Please,” he whispered, unable to stop the tear running down his
cheek. “Please Sousuke, stop.”
            “Say it again,” Sousuke’s voice thrummed. “Say…please Sousuke.”
            Haru stared up at him. Will this make him stop? Or am I only
feeding his sadistic fantasy?
            Haru swallowed hard then said, “Please Sousuke.”
            “God,” Sousuke leaned down and suddenly was kissing Haru, hard,
deep, hungry, eating his mouth.
            Haru made a protesting sound and tried to turn his face away but
Sousuke just followed, eagerly working his lips against his then his tongue
forced its away inside, licking him. Haru tried to bite him but Sousuke’s hand
had already captured his jaw, keeping him still. Haru thought he’d suffocate
before Sousuke finally lifted his face and they both sucked in air.
            Sousuke panted then kissed Haru’s jaw then his chest, his hands
clasped Haru’s pecs and squeezed.
            “Ow!” Haru winced as Sousuke pinched his nipples and turned them
tightly. “Sousuke, that hurts!”
            “It feels amazing,” purred Sousuke, his mouth latched onto Haru’s
nipple and he bit down as if to bite it off.
            “OW!”
            Sousuke was sucking with hard pulls of his mouth, his teeth tightly
clenched in.
            Haru kicked his legs. “Get off me Sousuke!”
            Sousuke lifted up and Haru winced at the bruise puckering up around
his nipple, his pale pink nipple now a vivid red with a white imprint of teeth.
Sousuke’s eyes only heated even more and he flicked at the abused nubbin with
his finger.
            Haru hissed. “That really hurt.”
            “I know,” Sousuke turned on the other nipple and gave it the same
hard painful treatment even as Haru protested.
            Then he came to the large bruise on Haru’s side and gnawed on it
viciously. Haru screamed, it was one thing it already hurt with deep throbbing
but Sousuke’s teeth did NOT help matters. He tossed to the side, trying to
upset Sousuke’s body on top of his but Sousuke was entirely too heavy, he had
to have thirty pounds over Haru and all of it was muscle.
            Sousuke stopped and grasped Haru’s waistband, clearly ready to
strip him naked.
            “STOP!” Haru called out. “Please stop! Hasn’t it been enough!”
            The fear made his bladder clench, whatever Sousuke would do to him
once his pants were off was not going to be good.
            Sousuke shook his head, his black hair was already damp with sweat.
“No, its not enough. It’ll never be enough.”
            Haru gasped at the very idea of Sousuke never leaving him alone.
“Never?”
            Sousuke met his eyes. “Are you afraid?”
            Haru licked his lips, watching how Sousuke’s teal eyes followed the
movement. “Sousuke…if you just…want sex….you don’t have to hurt me.”
            “Hurting you makes me want sex,” was the reply and Haru did his
best to get away but he couldn’t, Sousuke was straddling his hips and his arms
were pinned down. All he did was flop uselessly.
            Sousuke slowly smiled and husked, “You’re like a little dolphin who
can’t get away from the giant whale shark. I’m going to swallow you whole
Haru.”
            Haru listened and believed. “So…you won’t stop.” It was a
statement, not a question.
            Sousuke shook his head and yanked Haru’s pants down, revealing the
jammers underneath. Seeing the intense look in Sousuke’s eyes and knowing the
man was only just getting started.
            Haru whispered, “I have to use the bathroom.”
            It was true, he hadn’t used it since this morning and it had been
hours after pizza, cola and snacks at the theaters. Now with Sousuke
intimidating him like this and clearly wanting more, it was best he went to the
bathroom before he had an accident.
            Sousuke blinked then he grinned. “Then pee Haru. Pee on yourself.”
            Haru’s eyes watered. “Now you want to humiliate me.”
            Sousuke pulled Haru’s pants all the way off then used one hand to
start massaging Haru’s stomach, his fingers undulating the exact spot where
Haru’s bladder was overwhelmed.
            “Stop, no,” Haru twisted his body but Sousuke was straddling his
lower thighs, he couldn’t get away. He closed his eyes tightly as he saw the
hot look Sousuke was giving him.
            He won’t stop. Because of what happened last night, I’ve ignited
some sort of kink in Sousuke’s brain. He was waiting here for me for an hour
and now he’s got me trapped. Unless Makoto shows up and saves me…I can’t get
away on my own.
            Sousuke’s palm pressed down and Haru’s hips jumped as he felt the
pressure. He tightened his thighs.
            I won’t do it! I won’t piss for Sousuke’s sadistic enjoyment.
            Sousuke leaned down and blew cold air on Haru’s earlobe. Haru
jiggled, Sousuke kept preparing his stomach and his hips jerked upwards, he
clenched but it was too late. Hot piss jetted from his opening and pooled in
his jammers, running steaming down his leg. Sousuke let out a soft sigh, Haru
knew he was watching and his body burned red with embarrassment, humiliation.
            Sousuke growled, “Did that feel bad Haru? Did you hate that?”
            Haru wanted to lie just to ruin Sousuke’s enjoyment but the idea of
saying yes I liked peeing on myself made him feel even worse. He sniffed and
looked up at Sousuke’s hungry face. “I hated it Sousuke. Please, can’t you find
someone who’s actually into sadomasochism?”
            Sousuke shook his head again. “No. Its you Haru. I’ve had sex
before, I’ve gotten rough before. It didn’t do to me what you’re doing to me. I
want this, I need this.”
            Haru’s voice choked. “So now you’ll never leave me alone? Now I
have to just deal with this?”
            His pee was pooled in his jammers, he felt it soaking in his crack,
traveling down his legs. He could smell it now, stark and high in ammonia.
Sousuke’s nose twitched, he smelt it too and Haru watched as he slowly licked
his lips. Haru’s stomach quivered.
            He likes it. He likes it all. That’s why telling him stop doesn’t
work because he’s enjoying himself.  The only way I could make him stop is by
making him stop enjoying it, but how? I don’t want to tell anyone, its too
shameful. But there has to be something I can do…anything I can do.
            Sousuke grasped Haru’s thighs, moving so he was in between then he
lifted him up and over, bending him and the pee rushed from underneath the
jammers onto Haru’s chest.
            “No!” Haru protested but the warm piss waved down and slid over his
neck, effectively drenching him in his own piss. The tears came back and rolled
down his cheeks.
            Sousuke slid the wet jammers over Haru’s legs then began to undress
himself.
            Haru laid there naked and without Sōsuke holding him down, stumbled
to his feet, pee plopping off him and slick on his body. He knew he couldn’t
leave the house in this condition, so he headed to the bathroom, tossing his
shirt to the floor. He got there but Sousuke was right behind him, now they
were both naked and only Sousuke had a hard raging erection.
            Haru retreated but Sousuke advanced on him, his ocean eyes burning
hot.
            “Like this,” Sousuke’s voice was deep and husky. “Your smell, your
face, God, I have to have you.”
            Haru wedged himself in the tight space between the wall and the
tub. “So you’re going to rape me?”
            Please don’t.
            Sousuke swallowed hard and Haru watched his face but he couldn’t
read his expression. Sousuke was similar to him that they both had impassive
expressions, though Sousuke could show his feelings whenever he wanted. This
time Sousuke wasn’t. Then he looked down at Haru, who was shaking and trying
not to cry.
            “Yes.” He spoke simply. “I want it all Haru and I want you to
protest, to fight me, to cry and to whine and to beg me to stop. But I won’t
stop Haru, I’m going to bend you over, spread you open and fuck you until I
can’t cum anymore. Got it?”
            Haru gasped for air, his legs trembled and he stared at the only
exit of the bathroom but Sousuke was blocking him. He already knew that despite
Sousuke’s bulky frame the man was just as fast on land as he was in water,
unlike Haru. Haru would never leave his house covered in pee and butt naked, so
unless he could shower, get dressed and thenrun away…no…it was impossible.
            Haru swallowed hard then watched as Sousuke reached for him.
            “NO!”
            He bit Sousuke on the arm but Sousuke’s other arm grabbed him and
forced him to the floor, shoving him over the bench. The wooden bench pressed
into his stomach, and Sousuke got behind him.
            “No! No! No! Stop it Sousuke!” He had to protest, he tried to scoot
away but Sousuke leaned one knee on the back of Haru’s knee, pinning him down.
Haru stunk of piss and Sousuke’s long arm reached forward and turned on the
spray, dousing them both. He turned it off once they were both wet and he
kissed along Haru’s neck then went over again, this time biting hard enough to
break the skin.
            Haru pressed his hands against the floor, trying to get up but
Sousuke’s heavy body was pinning him down on the bench, Sousuke’s hands spread
along his body and Haru felt Sousuke’s stiff hot hard-on bumping against his
inner thigh.
            He’s not going to stop…he’s going to rape me…and there’s nothing I
can do…
            “This ass,” purred Sousuke, his hands fondled Haru’s round
softness. “Its too pretty. Too pale. Give it some color.”
            Haru closed his eyes tight but they popped open at the first heavy
slap. Sousuke’s hand was hard and calloused and he didn’t hold back. Haru
jumped and cried out in pain.
            Sousuke said nothing, slapped his other cheek then again, the hits
came quickly and sent pain spasming through the sensitive mounds. Haru again
tried to escape but the attempt was futile, Sousuke was just too strong, too
big and too determined.
            He’s spanking me and once he’s done, once I’ve turned the color he
wants, he’ll rape me and I can’t stop it. Sousuke has become addicted to
hurting me because now in order to have sex he wants to cause me pain. I can’t
find a way to get him to stop enjoying hurting me, pleading him to stop only
makes him more aroused. What can I do? Is there anything I can do?
            “Perfect,” grunted Sousuke, his hand passed over Haru’s burning red
butt, Haru winced as the contact stung his abused skin. “Now…for the main
event.”
            Haru squeezed his eyes closed as he felt Sousuke’s finger probe at
his entrance, his untouched virgin entrance.
            This is it Haru…here it comes.
            “You’re so tiny,” panted Sousuke. “You’re smaller than my pinky.
This can’t work.”
            Haru’s body seemed to deflate as he sighed in relief.
            Sousuke laughed and it punctured Haru’s hope. “You think that means
I’ll stop? No, it just means you need to be stretched. Luckily I brought some
toys with me. Wait here.”
            Sousuke got up and left. Haru laid stunned over the bench then
debated what to do. He could literally just wait here, wait for Sousuke to come
back and continue torturing him, or he could get dressed and run away. He stood
up, taking the second option when Sousuke walked back in, holding something in
his fist.
            Sousuke’s eyes narrowed. “Back into position Haru.”          
            The rough voice was enough to make Haru want to pee again but
instead he lifted his chin. “I’m not playing your games anymore Sousuke. You’ve
done enough, its over.”
            Sousuke’s jaw clenched. “The game isn’t over until I’ve cum Haru.
Now back into position. Or do you want me to cause you some more pain?” His
eyes lit up, clearly he liked that idea.
            Knowing as long as Sousuke was in the room he couldn’t escape and
knowing that giving Sousuke any idea to hurt him was a bad idea, Haru, cursing
his weakness, bent himself over the bench again. His fists balled and his teary
eyes glared at the tiled floor.
            He will win this round but the next time he comes over to play,
I’ll stop him.
            Sousuke got behind him and his finger again pressed at Haru’s
tightly shut entrance. Haru flinched at the pain that immediately lashed
through him, protesting the intruder.
            “Damn,” chuckled Sousuke. “You’re locked up tight. When you
masturbate, you don’t even touch here, do you?”
            Haru’s voice was thick with unshed tears when he responded. “I
don’t masturbate.”
            Sousuke said nothing for a moment then said, “So everything I do to
you…its all new. You’re a virgin aren’t you?”
            Haru closed his eyes against the truth. “No one has ever seen me
naked, except my parents when I was younger.”
            “Not even that tool Makoto has seen you like this?” There was a
thread in Sousuke’s voice, something he was thinking and Haru didn’t know what
it was.
            “No.” He didn’t defend Makoto for being a tool, he didn’t want to
make Sousuke anymore upset. He just wanted him to finish his game and leave.
            “God yes,” Sousuke’s mouth touched the base of Haru’s spine.
“That’s…its perfect. I’ll train you Haru…I’ll train you to love everything I do
to you. When we play our games…we’ll both cum at the end.”
            Haru flinched at the idea.
            Liking being humiliated? Liking being abused? No, that’s
impossible. However I’m a third year, I’ll be graduating and even though I
don’t have a dream, even though I don’t know my future, I won’t stick around
Sousuke. I’ll get away from him. I may be forced into his games now…but I’ll
escape.
            Sousuke lubed up his fingers, then spread the gel around Haru’s
hole. He showed Haru what was in his hand. It was small, only the length of
Sousuke’s thumb but much thinner, black and slim until widened to a flat round
base. “This is a butt plug, made for anal training,” he said. “You start with a
small one then once your ass is used to it, you get a bigger one. This is the
beginner set but then you go up levels. For you to fit me, you’ll have to get
up to the expert trainer level. That’s nine butt plugs over nine weeks. Its
only May now but by July I’ll be in your ass. During all that time, I’ll train
you to like my games. Got it? This is your future now. My playmate. Ready?”
            Haru couldn’t stop the tears now and his voice was shaking. “Can’t
you find someone who already likes these games?”
            “Its you Haru,” said Sousuke, kissing his ear then biting hard
enough on the lobe it bruised. Haru flinched and realized Sousuke wasn’t going
to change his mind, he had asked this before and got the same answer.
            Sousuke touched the toy to Haru’s mouth. “Suck on it Haru.”
            Haru tossed his head away and Sousuke grabbed his hair at the
scalp, twisting it and jerked Haru’s head back into position. “Do as I said.
Open your mouth, suck on it.”
            His scalp panging and not wanting to give Sousuke another reason to
hurt him, Haru opened his mouth and let Sousuke slid the toy inside.
            “That’s it,” urged Sousuke. “Use your tongue.”
            Haru curled his tongue around the warm slim toy and sucked on it
like told. Sousuke took the toy back and let go of Haru’s hair, this time his
hand grasped Haru’s aching butt and pulled one cheek to the side, baring his
hole.
            Haru didn’t want this, he didn’t want was about to come next but
what could he do? Sousuke wouldn’t stop and Haru wasn’t capable of getting him
to stop. He couldn’t escape and Sousuke intended on training him to like things
like this. He didn’t want to submit, he didn’t want this!
            “STOP!” He shouted as loud as he could, his voice bounced on the
walls and the shout turned into a high pitched cry as the toy’s tip forced its
way into him, past the first ring of muscle and his insides clenched down on
it.
            “Loosen up,” ordered Sousuke as the toy’s movements halted. “Loosen
up or I’ll shove this all the way in you.”
            Haru was in pain right now but he was sure if Sousuke did that it
would hurt a hell of a lot more. Eyes tight against the tears, he breathed out
and relaxed his muscles. Sousuke made a growl of pride and edged the toy in
further, spreading Haru’s channel open to make room for the intrusion. Haru
shuddered as his insides flexed, as the smooth toy rubbed against his walls.
            What is this feeling? Am I hating it or enjoying it? Dammit! When
Sousuke isn’t purposely causing me pain…maybe it’s different. No, no!
            Haru stiffened up as the toy penetrated him but then he felt the
base stick to his crack, all the way in.
            “There,” said Sousuke, stroking a circle on Haru’s red buttocks.
“Its all inside. Was that bad? Did you hate it?”
            Haru sniffed, unable to stop the weak sound and muttered bitterly,
“Just take it out.”
            “No,” said Sousuke. “For it to widen your hole, you need to wear it
all day and while you sleep. Just take it out every once in a while to re-
lubricate it then put it back in. You’ll do this for a week until your hole is
accustomed to it. Then next week, I’ll up the size ante. Within in two months,
you’ll be wide enough to take my dick. Got it?”
            Haru shuddered at the idea. “What if I say no? What if once you
leave I just take the butt plug out?”
            Sousuke leaned into his ear. “When I come to check on your ass and
its not inside, I’ll fuck you wherever we are no matter how small your hole is.
How’s that?”
            Haru paled white and he knew Sousuke wasn’t lying. As long as he’s
known the man, he never once lied, not even to tell a joke, not that he tells
jokes. He said he was going to rape him and he would have if Haru’s hole hadn’t
been so small. But if Sousuke says if Haru’s ass doesn’t get stretched then
he’ll rape him anyway, then he definitely wasn’t lying.
            “Good boy,” Sousuke patted Haru’s ass and backed up, turning Haru
over. Haru looked up at the large erection still wired tight. Sousuke smiled at
him, dark and leering. “Now, make me cum Haru.”
            Haru shook his head, turning his face away. “No. I won’t do it.”
            Sousuke touched Haru’s busted lip, then twisted the wounded flesh
in his fingers.
            Haru yelled at the sharp lash of pain, his wounds burst open and he
bled. He grasped Sousuke’s wrist, trying to get him off but Sousuke’s fingers
held on tight and Haru saw the intense look in his eyes, how he just watched
the pain he was causing Haru and how his erection just wired tighter.
            Simple as that, Sousuke gets off on causing me pain. Like he said
before, hurting me makes him want to have sex. The only real way I can get him
to stop liking it is if I start enjoying it but that’s what Sousuke wants, he
wants me to start liking his games. Its like there’s nothing I can do, nowhere
I can turn. Unless I tell someone…tell someone to get him to stop.
            Haru thought about telling Makoto, Nagisa, even Rei and Rin, that
Sousuke beat him, forced him to suck him off, put a butt plug up his ass. No.
It was just no. He couldn’t. His pride would kill him before admitting
something like that. And feeling the pain in his lip as Sousuke twisted it, the
blood sliding down, he knew he had to figure something out, he had to. He had
to get Sousuke to stop this without anyone’s help, without anyone knowing.
            Sousuke’s eyes narrowed. “Ready to suck my cock Haru?”
            Haru nodded because the more he struggled the more pain Sousuke
would cause him until finally Haru gave in. So it was best to just give in now.
            Sousuke let go of Haru’s lip. Haru moaned and clasped his aching
face, the blood dampening his chin. Sousuke had blood on his fingers and Haru
watched with horrified eyes as Sousuke licked the bright red liquid with eyes
closed and soft sounds leaving his mouth.
            He likes the taste of my blood! I’ve got to get out of here.
            Haru scrambled to his feet, raced for the door and Sousuke pounced
on him, slamming him into the wall. Haru struggled, Sousuke flipped him over
and was kissing him, well, more like licking him as he quested to get all the
blood that was on Haru’s chin and lips. Haru tossed his head away, Sousuke
clasped his jaw and jerked him back in place, his teeth gnawing on his lip to
coax more liquid out.
            “You’re hurting me!” Haru protested, his hands pressed against
Sousuke’s heavy pecs as if to push him off but Sousuke didn’t budge.
            “I know,” panted Sousuke.
            Haru felt his weepy cockhead rub against his bellybutton. Sousuke
gripped Haru’s hips and hefted him up, his erection slipped between Haru’s
thighs, caressed by the smooth inner skin. Haru had to hold onto Sousuke’s
waist with his legs, his arms grasped onto his shoulders. He turned his head
away but it didn’t matter as Sousuke rutted against him, sliding his erection
in and out of Haru’s cove. Each time his cockhead brushed against the base of
the toy, Sousuke shuddered.
            Haru thought distantly, at least he’s not forcing me to give him
head. Still, he’s using my body like it’s a giant sex toy. Just make him finish
already.
            Haru knew nothing about sex or how it felt, everything Sousuke did
to him was something he had never experienced before. He had seen sex scenes in
movies or rather he always closed his eyes as he yawned so he didn’t actually.
Makoto was too embarrassed by sex to show Haru any girly magazines and while
Rei would boast about finding the most beautiful gravure models, Haru never
felt any reason to look at them. He just wanted to swim, that’s it.
            He glanced at Sousuke who’s eyes weren’t closed but was staring at
Haru’s reddened nipples with the bite marks, his jaw was clenched tight and his
nostrils flared, sweat rolling down his temples, his hair plastered to his
skull. He could smell Sousuke, his scent heated and musky, Haru could smell
himself, the tinge of piss and dirty water. He closed his eyes, felt Sousuke’s
hands grip hard into his hips then Sousuke made a tight strangled sound, he
bucked against him, stumbled back, dropping Haru onto the ground and before
Haru could react, Sousuke shoved his dick into Haru’s mouth just as he came,
pouring his steaming fresh cum down Haru’s throat.
            Haru choked but couldn’t get away, Sousuke gripped his hair and his
jaw, keeping him just the way he wanted him. Haru stared up at Sousuke’s hot
ocean-colored eyes then felt his erection go limp and slide out of his mouth,
satisfied.
            Haru coughed then whispered, his voice strangled, “I fucking hate
you Sousuke.”
            “Hate me then,” gasped Sousuke, his legs trembling. “God…that was
amazing.”
            Haru’s body was freezing cold, he shook all over and hissed, “If
you’re finished, go away. Just leave me alone. Get out of my house.”
            “In a minute,” Sousuke slumped next to him, he was trembling just
like Haru but not even close for the same reason. “That blew the top of my head
off.”
            I wish it actually did…I wish you died just then.
            Haru swallowed hard, felt his throat stick together from the thick
coating. He gagged and scrambled to get to the toilet. Sousuke let him go, his
head leaned against the wall, eyes closed.
            Haru threw up while hating Sousuke for clearly enjoying his post-
orgasm bliss. After puking, Haru brushed his teeth and used mouthwash. He still
had some cum on his mouth and clinging to his chin, he still smelt of pee and
he had blood on him. He went back into the washroom, Sousuke was just standing
up and stretching.
            “Are you leaving now?” Haru’s voice was once again impassive and
stiff.
            Sousuke gave him a long glare. “Don’t talk to me like that Haru.”
            At first Haru was confused, because he hadn’t said anything rude.
Then he realized it was his tone of voice that was bothering Sousuke. His whole
spiel for attacking him was that he wanted Haru to make expressions, to cry and
show pain. So speaking with a flat voice was irritating.
            Haru sighed then said with just a little lilt to his words, “Are
you leaving now?”
            Sousuke actually grinned. “That was terrible. You just don’t know
how to make another tone to your voice unless I’m touching you, huh?”
            Haru cringed. “I don’t like it when you touch me Sousuke.”
            “I’ll train you,” said Sousuke, his voice lowered and husky.
            Haru flinched again and felt the butt plug shift inside of him.
“Can’t I take this out now?”
            Sousuke shook his head. “Keep in it for a few hours, take it out to
lubricate it then put it back in.”
            Haru bristled at the instructions. “And if I don’t?”
            Sousuke said, “If I check on you and its not in, wherever we are,
I’ll ram my dick up your ass and take you just like that, whether you’re
stretched enough or not.”
            Haru felt sick to his stomach and looking in the deep depths of
Sousuke’s ocean eyes, he knew he meant it.
            He said dully, “There’s nothing I can do to make you leave me
alone, is there?”
            Sousuke didn’t answer, his eyes were running up and down Haru’s
body. Haru felt stripped down, like Sousuke was seeing all of him. In fact,
Sousuke had seen more on Haru than anyone ever had.
            Haru turned his face to the side. “When you’re finished, I’d like
to shower.”
            “I’m leaving,” Sousuke said. “I’ll shower at my place. See ya.”
            He tossed a lazy wave and Haru watched him get dressed then leave
without saying anything else.
            Good riddance…
            Haru got the shower running and flinched as it burned against his
numerous cuts, Sousuke had chewed on his neck and his sides enough to draw
blood.
            How can I show my body at swim practice? Sousuke has marked me up
like a dog’s chew bone. They accepted my story about my face but the scars on
my back are from a whipping, period. Not to mention he’s bruised up my nipples
now and the bruises on my face have deepened, my lower lip looks torn up and
swollen. Like Rin said, I looked like a battered housewife. One, I can stop
swimming in front of them, two, I can buy a full body suit, three…I tell them
I’m in a relationship with Sousuke Yamazaki and to butt out.
            Haru winced at the wording, feeling the butt plug snug inside of
him.
            I don’t like one because I love the pool more than the beach. Two,
that wouldn’t fit right at all. Three…I know Sousuke wouldn’t deny it, in fact,
he’d back up my story. Also three, if we both say our relationship is our
business, even Makoto wouldn’t press for details.
            Haru sighed, finished showering and decided to just go to bed
early.
            I’ll figure it out.
***** Week One: Kiss *****
Sousuke Yamazaki
             “So who is it?”
            “Huh?”
            Rin frowned and flicked Sousuke’s head sharply. “You heard me! You
came home smelly as fuck last night and you did the night before last and now
you just keep daydreaming. Tell me who the chick is.”
            Sousuke managed to keep the smile off his face and instead
murmured, “Its nothing, really.”
            Rin’s eyes flattened. “So you fucked yourself for the past two
nights, huh?”
            Sousuke couldn’t help it, he grinned then a loud booming laugh left
him, he got stares from others in the cafeteria.
            “Okay, okay.” He shrugged. Might as well tell. “I was with Haru
last night.”
            Rin blinked. “A girl named Haru? Who is she? What school is she
from?”
            Sousuke’s grin didn’t dim. “I didn’t say a girl named Haru. I said
Haru.”
            Rin blinked again then his face purpled. “H-Haru…as in my Haru?”
            Sousuke’s grin dropped. “He’s my Haru now.”
            Rin stared at him then whispered, “So you’re the reason his face
was beaten like that.”
            Sousuke shrugged a shoulder. “I got a little rough, it happens.”
            Rin’s breathing was short and choppy. “What happened Sousuke? Haru
isn’t gay, he’s like…he just likes water, that’s it. He wouldn’t willingly have
sex with you.”
            Sousuke said, “We haven’t gone all the way yet. So don’t worry
about us, its not your business.”
            Rin’s aubergine hair tossed as he shook his head angrily, his red
eyes flashed. “Sousuke! How can you say that? Haru’s face looked like you had
beaten him up! That’s not simply getting rough, that’s physical abuse!”
            Just then Rin’s cell phone rung with a text. Sousuke didn’t speak
or move, so with a low growl Rin snatched it up. Sousuke can read upside down
and saw it clearly.
            Nagisa: OHMYGOSHRIN!! Haru and Sousuke are in a relationship?? Tell
Sousuke he’s a bad man! Look at this!
            Within a second, a picture popped up. It was Haru in his jammers,
his back turned to the camera, revealing his once pristine pale back was now a
mass of black and blue bruises with long vivid red slashes. Then another came
of Haru’s front, revealing bruising over his nipples and his pecs also had dark
marks along with a deep mark on his side that held bright white tooth marks.
Next was a close up of Haru’s face. His lower lip was bruised and swollen,
marks darkened his neck, cheeks and chin. With his face as blank as always, he
looked tired and withdrawn.
            The text came again.
            Nagisa: Rin! Haru keeps saying it was consensual and he’s not hurt!
I don’t understand, he needs the hospital but he won’t go! Talk to Sousuke,
make him stop hurting Haru!
            Sousuke grunted and crossed his arms behind his head, leaning back
in his seat. “That’s Nagisa for you, overreacting.”
            Rin put his phone down and said quietly, “We need to take this
outside Sousuke.”
            Sousuke’s brow raised. “Rin, fighting me won’t do you any good. I
don’t want to hurt you but if you make me, I’ll pound your ass.”
            Rin looked at Sousuke with fiery red eyes. “I won’t let you lay
another finger on Haru.”
            Sousuke tilted his head. “You don’t get to make that decision. Hey,
why don’t you call Haru? He’ll tell you what you need to hear.”
            Personally, Sousuke was wondering exactly what Haru was thinking.
He was certain that the little dolphin had too much pride to let his friends
know what happened between them but instead he had revealed all. Yet to have
worded it that they were in a relationship, that actually makes it seem like
Haru is aware Sousuke had no intention of stopping, which he didn’t. Yet if
Haru told, wouldn’t it have made sense to get his friends to rally together to
stop Sousuke from coming after him again?
            Rin’s sharp teeth flashed but he actually did so. The cell rang
then picked up.
            “Hm? Rin.”
            Rin’s free hand clenched into a shaking fist. “Why Haru? Why would
you let him treat you like that?”
            Silence.
            “They told?”
            “Nagisa did. With pictures to prove it.”
            Sigh.
            “Its my business. Don’t interfere.”
            Nice Haru. Sousuke smiled on the inside. He still didn’t know what
Haru was planning but it was working in his favor, so who was he to complain?
            Rin’s teeth gnashed together. “Bullshit Haru! I know you man, you
wouldn’t just lay down and take shit like this! Why Haru? You and Sousuke
barely tolerate each other, now you’re covered in bruises like he’s beating you
up and you just say not to interfere?”
            Haru let out that same infuriating sigh but it was pure
entertainment to Sousuke now. He loved Rin like a brother but he never ever
liked people to butt their noses into his private business. So listening to
Haru, his current obsession, frustrate Rin was perfect.
            Haru said, “Sousuke and I are fine. You needn’t worry about it. My
body is mine…and Sousuke’s.”
            Sousuke sat up straighter as fire ignited in his chest then blazed
down to his crotch, making him go erect as if he was hurting Haru right now.
            Haru…his body is mine. God, I want him right now! Fuck! Its only
lunch time and its almost over. By the time I get over to his school it’ll be
time for class. After school, no, after swim practice, I’m going straight to
his house and I’m fucking his ass into pieces!
            Rin blushed hard and his eyes shook into little beads. “H-H-
Haru…you can’t mean that!”
            “I mean it.” Haru’s voice was passive and bland.
            That bored voice bothered Sousuke to no end but seeing as Haru
wasn’t talking to him like that then he didn’t care. Besides, watching Rin
getting increasingly annoyed was amusing him. However wanting to laugh and
being hard at the same time was a really weird feeling. It was clashing Rin and
Haru together inside his body and he didn’t know which one to feel the most.
            Rin was his best friend and the first man he ever loved, while the
relationship remained strictly platonic he always knew deep inside if Rin ever
came onto him he’d agree with no problem. He’s always disliked Haru to the
point of loathing but now they were the ones in a sexual relationship and he
wanted to fuck him already.
            Rin gritted his teeth then snapped, “Fine Haru, fine! I get it! But
I’m warning you, if I see you with a black eye or a broken arm, I’m ending it!
You got that?”
            He didn’t wait for an answer but hung up immediately.
            Sousuke said, “I’m not like beating him up Rin, not the way you’re
thinking. Its all sexual, its foreplay.”
            Rin stared at him with wide disbelieving eyes. “Sousuke…what kinda
kinky shit are you into?”
            Sousuke paused then said, “It was with Haru I discovered it.”
            Rin cocked his head to the side. “Discovered what?”
            Sousuke slid his fingers together, locking them. “As I grew up and
started having sex, at first I was super gentle with the girls because I knew
they were already apprehensive of my large size, both my body and my cock. So I
was always holding back. When I managed to get with different types of girls, I
allowed myself to get a little rougher, you know, but never too rough, not
enough for bleeding or bruising. I just accepted that’s how sex was gonna be.
Then came Haru.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve never felt anything like it when I
was with him. My erection was so fucking hard, I thought I’d die if I didn’t
orgasm, if he didn’t take it down his throat.”
            “AUGH!” Rin cringed and covered his ears. “Okay, okay! Way too much
information Sousuke! I get it, I get it, really. Haru likes it rough, like,
seriously rough.”
            Sousuke wondered if he should tell Rin that actually Haru
didn’tlike it that rough but decided that would be detrimental. Clearly Rin
understood now and was on his side about the whole thing.
            Sousuke cracked a smile. “Like I said, it was with Haru that opened
up that side of me. I don’t know how to explain how amazing it feels Rin.”
            Rin shook his head but then made a weak chuckle, a small smile
flittered over his face. “Honestly, I’m not too sure I want to know.”
            He sobered and went to his phone, deleting the pictures of Haru.
“Just promise me this Sousuke.”
            Rin looked at him with dark red eyes. “Don’t go too far, don’t
overdo it. Don’t hurt him to the point he actually needs the hospital.”
            Sousuke dipped his head. “No broken bones, no ruptured organs, no
internal bleeding, I won’t black his eye or knock his teeth out. I told you,
its foreplay. Its not me actually beating him up. Its all sexual.”
            And non-consensual, he added on in his head. However that didn’t
matter because he was going to teach Haru to like his touch, to like when it
hurts. It’ll hurt in a good way.
            After class and swim practice, the Samezuka boys met up with the
Iwatobi boys like usual. The one thing different about the meeting was that
upon seeing Haru, Sousuke immediately took him in his arms and gave him a
hungry ravaging kiss.
            “EEEEEEHH??”
            Sousuke ignored the loud distressed howls, Haru’s mouth tasted
clean and fresh but a nice chomp on his lower lip gave him the metallic sharp
taste of blood.
            “Enough! Enough!” Hands battered at the pair, though he hated it,
Sousuke let Haru go and backed up.
            Haru covered his mouth with one hand and averted his eyes, his
shoulders shook for a moment.
            Makoto’s face was bright red and he moved to stand in front of
Haru.
            Sousuke’s eyes narrowed. “Out of the way Tachibana.”
            Makoto shook his head firmly, his green eyes steady and serious.
“No. Sousuke, I can’t let you touch Haru again. Not if you’re going to hurt him
like this!”
            Sousuke’s brows lowered and his ocean eyes darkened to a stormy
color. “Haru isn’t hurt. Ask him.”
            Makoto braced himself. “You’ve brainwashed Haru! Or frightened him
into agreeing with you! Haru would never like the things you’ve done to him!”
            Sousuke took a step forward, Makoto stood firm and Haru moved from
behind him.
            “Makoto.” His voice was blank as always. “That’s enough.”
            Makoto whirled on him. “Haru! How can you say that? Have you seen
the condition your body is in? Can’t you feel your own pain?? Sousuke is
abusing you, we all know it!”
            Haru tilted his head away and his blue eyes connected with
Sousuke’s. A fire burned in Sousuke’s gut at the stark long gaze. He wanted
Haru, he wanted him right now. But first, he had to get the others to get off
their back.
            “Haru-chan!” Nagisa stepped forward, his purple eyes overflowing
with tears. “Please, listen to reason! Sousuke is a bad man! You need to leave
him!”
            “No.” Haru spoke simply and didn’t explain himself. Personally,
Sousuke wanted to hear this explanation.
            Sousuke said, “Is it so hard to believe we’re in a relationship?
Whoa there.”
            He clasped Rei’s flying fist in one hand more than a foot before it
could land in his face. He calmly faced Rei who’s face was paled and his body
trembling, tears coursing down his face.
            “Say what you will but don’t attack me Ryūgazaki.” He shoved him
back then placed his hands in his pockets, a sign of peace.
            Rei sniffed hard and rubbed at his sopping face then shouted, “What
you’ve done to Haru’s body is NOT beautiful! Its sickening, disturbing and I
won’t allow it!”
            “Its not your choice.” Haru spoke in his same staid voice and moved
around Makoto to stand next to Sousuke. Heat shifted in Sousuke’s abdomen,
simmering downwards. Just the fact that Haru had accepted him was driving his
arousal up. He knew Haru needed time to stretch his ass but he wanted it now.
            Sousuke watched the other boys, they were either near tears or
crying.
            Haru spoke again. “It is my choice. I chose to stay.”
            Haru…what are you doing? Sousuke looked down at the smaller boy but
Haru didn’t met his eyes, his cerulean gaze was on his friends. There was
finally emotion there. It was calm and encouraging, like he was saying its
okay.
            Rin looked at Sousuke. “You promise not to hurt him?”
            Sousuke rocked his head from side to side. “I promise not to break
bones, blacken his eyes, knock out his teeth or cause internal bleeding. He
won’t need the hospital.”
            Nagisa spat, his voice twisted and wet. “That’s not good enough!”
            “Its fine,” said Haru before Nagisa could say anything else. “Don’t
worry.”
            The boys looked at each other, having conversations with their
eyes. Then they looked back at the new couple.
            Sousuke wondered what the two of them looked like next to each
other. Sousuke, over six feet and bulked with muscle, hands in his pockets with
a laidback expression on his face. Haru, shorter and muscled with a lean wiry
frame, face bruised and his expression as distant as the ocean.
            Makoto’s fists clenched then he lifted his chin. “Fine. I’ll accept
it. Haru, Sousuke, if I think this is getting too violent, I’m ending it,
understand?”
            Sousuke was half-amused and half-irritated that Tachibana thought
he could just end their relationship, even Rin had put his requirements on the
treatment of Haru or else he’d end it as well.
            Haru dipped his head to the side and Sousuke shrugged, saying
coolly, “Deal. Now, parents, can Haru and I be excused?”
            It was Rin who chuckled first and he nudged Nagisa and Rei who
still looked upset. “Come on guys, he’s right, we aren’t really their parents.
We’re concerned and we’ve shown it, now let them be. If it gets too bad, we’ll
end it. Haru.” His red eyes looked deeply at the other boy. “Sousuke can be
overbearing and domineering, but if you put your foot down and set boundaries
he’ll respect them. Don’t let him run roughshod over you, alright?”
            Sousuke’s eyes narrowed but Haru just nodded and walked away,
leaving Sousuke to follow. Sousuke did and tossed a look back. Everyone was
watching them leave, their faces a myriad of expressions, angered, sad,
regretful, worried and hopeful.
            He ended up following Haru all the way back to Haru’s house in
complete silence and also comfort. He didn’t feel the need to keep up
conversation like he usually does when with girls, nor did he feel the need to
cuddle Haru, to hold him close. He just wanted to fuck him really, cause him
pain until his erection is so hard if he doesn’t cum he’ll die from the strain.
            Haru entered the house and took off his shoes with Sousuke close
behind him. Sousuke was already hard enough his pants were uncomfortably tight.
            “First,” said Haru once they were in the living room. “I forbid you
to slap me in the face or punch me at all.”
            Sousuke frowned but realized he didn’t actually like the battered
housewife appearance Haru gave off and he had promised not to black his eye or
knock his teeth out. Sousuke knows he is heavy-handed and it was possible if he
slaps Haru he’d break that promise. And as for punching…that could definitely
break bones and cause internal bleeding, even if he holds back he could do
that. He had seen the black bruise on Haru’s side from where he kicked him, he
was luckily he hadn’t snapped Haru’s ribs.
            Sousuke nodded. “Fine. Deal.”
            Haru paused then looked at him. “Really? You agree?”
            “Agreed.” Sousuke then said, abruptly, “Now get naked. I want to
test your asshole.”
            Haru flinched as if he had gotten slapped. “I promise its in…”
            Sousuke instead unbuckled his pants. “I want to see it for myself.”
            In fact, he halfway hoped Haru was lying and the butt plug wasn’t
in. That gave him the excuse to ram his cock inside and fuck him as hard as he
wanted, even if Haru’s ass wasn’t stretched enough to take him yet.
            Haru sighed but first tossed away his jacket then slipped his shirt
over his head, revealing his slim pecs, toned abs and how his curved arms
rippled with his movements. Sousuke’s mouth was flooded with hungry saliva and
he took a step forward, breathing a harsh jet from his nostrils.
            Haru’s mouth twisted for a moment, like a sneer but then it was
gone as he dropped his pants, revealing he was wearing jammers underneath.
            Sousuke’s lust didn’t fade a smidgen but he laughed. “You really
don’t wear boxers, do you? Or even briefs.”
            Haru just shrugged then looked pained as he bent down to pull off
the jammers. Sousuke clasped his shoulder and turned him around. Right there,
tucked between two pearly white mounds, was the butt plug, snugly clasped by
the pink ring.
            Sousuke licked his lips and tugged on the plug, watching as it slid
out with a soft wet sound, while Haru flinched. Sousuke dropped the plug then
sucked on his finger before pushing the digit inside.
            Haru wiggled and protested, “That feels funny. Take it out.”
            “Shush,” murmured Sousuke, pressing a second finger against Haru’s
opening.
            Haru protested loudly and smacked at Sousuke’s hand, forcing him
off him. “I said take it out!”
            Sousuke’s eyes narrowed. “Haru! You have to be stretched if-”
            “If nothing!” Haru sat down firmly on the ground then placed his
arms in his lap. “You didn’t even ask if I wanted this.”
            Sousuke sighed irritatedly and took off his jacket then his shirt.
“We’re together now, alright? And I want sex, period.”
            Haru looked away. “Well I’m not ready. You’ve forced me this far,
now you have to wait.”
            “I don’t want to wait,” growled Sousuke, leaning into Haru’s
personal space. He grasped the back of Haru’s hair then kissed him
aggressively.
            Haru bit him right on his lower lip.
            “Ouch.” Sousuke lifted up and tested the bump with his tongue.
“What was that for?”
            “I don’t like being kissed so roughly.” Haru pressed his hand on
Sousuke’s heavy chest muscles. “How about you try doing things I like?”
            “You don’t know what you like,” pointed out Sousuke. “I’m your
first everything.”
            “You haven’t tried doing it any other way than your own,” countered
Haru.
            “Point taken,” said Sousuke, well aware that there was complete
truth in that statement.
            Haru lifted his chin a smidgen. “So that said, we’re slowing things
down now. I convinced our friends that we’re in a relationship so I don’t have
to stress about trying to hide any bruises or what’s going on. I don’t like how
beat up I am right now, and I can’t even swim in public meets with how damaged
my skin is. So I need to heal and until I heal, no biting hard enough to draw
blood.”
            Sousuke’s fists and jaw clenched. “Dammit Haru, you’re taking all
the fun out of it!”
            “It’ll be more fun if we’re both enjoying it,” said Haru seriously.
“And because this is new to me, intense violence isn’t fun. If you want me to
enjoy it, then you need to start at the bottom, and work our way up together.
I’ve never had physical intimacy or sexual pleasure before. So how can I
possibly enjoy your hardcore way of sex right out of the box?”
            Haru was making too much sense and it kind of bothered Sousuke, but
fine. He had already decided he wanted Haru to enjoy it so Haru had just told
him how to make it work. He just had to start slower. Besides, it would take
approximately nine weeks before he’d even be able to take Haru, so he might as
well use those nine weeks to build Haru up with enjoying his type of sex. No,
not his type. Their type. They’re in a relationship now, so they should both
enjoy it.
            “Alright,” said Sousuke with a nod. “Let’s both enjoy it. So, we’ll
start slow, just like you said. I’m your first kiss, right? You said you don’t
like being kissed roughly. How do you like to be kissed then?”
            Haru flushed in the face and lowered his lashes. His fingers
pressed together and his small pink mouth formed a little moue.
            Haru murmured, “I don’t know…”
            Sousuke swallowed a hard ball of fire at that adorably sexy face.
He moved closer to Haru.
            “That’s fine,” he said, his voice low and husky. “How about this?
Tell me if you like it.”
            He put two fingers underneath Haru’s chin, and lifted his face up.
Haru looked at him with huge shimmering blue eyes before he closed them
tightly.
            Sousuke laid his mouth on Haru’s, held for a second then lifted up.
Haru’s mouth had been soft and damp, like pudding or cream, even though the
touch somewhat panged as Sousuke had a fresh bite on his lip. The tiny lash of
pain didn’t bother him.
            Haru’s white face flushed pink on his cheeks and he slowly raised
his lashes.
            “Well?” Sousuke asked. “Did you like that?”
            Haru nodded silently.
            “Can I kiss you again? Maybe a little longer this time?”
            Haru nodded again, and closed his eyes.
            Sousuke couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face for a second,
then he licked his lips and lowered his head, kissing Haru again. Haru’s
fingers, which he had clasped together, slid apart, then lightly hooked on
Sousuke’s shoulders. Sousuke, his skin heating at the silk-touch of Haru, and
the fact that Haru was accepting him, not pushing him away, he used his other
arm around Haru’s waist and pulled the smaller boy into his lap, and his kiss
deepened, his tongue forcing entry into Haru’s mouth.
            “Mmph!” Haru tossed his head away, immediately breaking the kiss.
“S-stop!”
            Everything in Sousuke wanted to push Haru down, and make a mess out
of him, but even though he was pent up with need for Haru, being in the ring
with his father didn’t only teach him martial arts, but self-control and self-
discipline. They were in a relationship now, and Sousuke had nine weeks to
teach Haru how to enjoy sex and physical pleasure with him. He can’t ruin it
all now because of being so horny.
            “Alright,” panted Sousuke, and he rested his hands low on Haru’s
hips, Haru was sitting on Sousuke’s thighs, and still had his hands on
Sousuke’s shoulders. “Sorry. Before that, did you like it?”
            Haru nodded, he was panting too, and some sweat shined over his
upper lip. Sousuke licked it off in a slow tasteful slide of his tongue.
            “Sou-Sousuke!” Haru jerked back, and pressed his fist to his lips.
            “I’ll teach you to get used to it,” said Sousuke, stroking down
Haru’s back. He could feel the ripples crossing Haru’s skin from the beating
with the belt and asked, “Are you still in much pain?”
            Haru blinked at him, then lowering his hand, said, “I mostly just
ache now. Within a week or so, the marks should be gone.”
            “Mmm, let me see,” said Sousuke.
            He lowered Haru off his lap onto his back, then turned him over.
Haru blushed and gripped his fingers onto the floor, closing his eyes.
            Sousuke spread his fingers over Haru’s creamy back. He had about
twenty to thirty dark red lashes, which were bruised blackish blue around the
edges.
            “Poor baby,” murmured Sousuke in his deep voice. “You want Sousuke
to make it all better?”
            Haru murmured, “What are you going to do?”
            “We’re doing kissing this week, right?” Sousuke leaned forward, and
just gently brushed his mouth across one of the bruises. “Then let me kiss
you.”
            Haru shivered as Sousuke kissed down his back, soft presses of his
smooth mouth. Haru’s skin tasted like sweet vanilla cream where he wasn’t
bruised, while the bruised areas tasted more savory. The mix of flavors made
Sousuke’s head spin. He kissed down to the dip of Haru’s lower back, and licked
the dimple until it was damp, then kissed it, taking some skin into his mouth
and sucking.
            “You’re giving me a hickey?” Haru asked shakily, his voice breathy.
            “Yup,” said Sousuke, and he kissed back up Haru’s spine. “Did it
hurt?”
            Haru shook his head. “Nuh uh.”
            “Good. Let me kiss you some more.” Sousuke pressed his mouth across
Haru’s shoulder blades, then gave the smaller man another hickey at the base of
his neck.
            Haru moaned and lifted up, and his butt landed on Sousuke’s groin,
and he bumped against it.
            Sousuke clasped Haru’s hip with one hand, his other hand held him
up on the floor.
            “Fuck, yes, grind on me Haru.” He kissed Haru’s neck and up his
temple, while Haru’s knees shook but he again rubbed against Sousuke.
            Haru then said, “Your jeans hurt Sousuke.”
            Sousuke wasted no time pushing his jeans off, then removed his
boxers. Then instead of mounting Haru again, he rolled Haru over and came over
him missionary style.
            Haru gripped his small damp hands on Sousuke’s broad shoulders,
looking up at him with sparkling blue eyes and a pouty reddened mouth. Sousuke
kissed him again, a little harder than before but not hurting him, and pressed
his tongue to the seam of Haru’s mouth, asking permission.
            Haru slightly parted, just as Sousuke’s free hand lifted Haru’s
hips against him. Their dicks touched. Sousuke’s was much larger than Haru’s,
fiercely throbbing with aching passion, rippled with pulsating veins and topped
with a heavy bulging mushroom-shaped head. Haru’s was smoother, with softer
pliable skin, and was already wet with several streaks of pre-cum.
            They both moaned, and Sousuke’s tongue slid into Haru’s mouth, same
as he rocked over Haru, sliding their cocks back and forth. Haru’s legs hooked
around Sousuke’s lean hips, and he crossed his ankles together, while thrusting
upwards.
            Sousuke winced and broke the kiss to pant, “Not so hard Haru,
gently.”
            “I kinda want more,” admitted Haru, looking at Sousuke with heavy-
lidded eyes.
            Sousuke said, “But we can’t. You’re too small right now. You want
to cum now?”
            Haru nodded, panting, and with his flushed cheeks and bright eyes,
Sousuke wanted to keep Haru looking this luscious forever. He gathered Haru
into his arms, smoothly bringing their crotches together while again taking
Haru’s mouth.
            The two kissed passionately, and Haru’s hands slid down over
Sousuke’s hard muscled back, making Sousuke shudder at the soft caress. He
grabbed Haru’s thighs, and bent then closer towards Haru’s chest, and slid his
dick lower until it was tucked against Haru’s ass. His other hand took Haru’s
penis, and began to rub it.
            Haru moaned, and arched into Sousuke’s touch, and his hand went
into Sousuke’s hair, tugging him closer.
            This is better, suddenly thought Sousuke, surprising himself even
as he gave into Haru’s silent demands. I like Haru willingly beneath me,
moaning, touching me, wanting me, more than him fighting me off, and crying.
No, I want him to cry with pleasure now.
            “M-more, mmm-more,” whimpered Haru and he desperately writhed
underneath Sousuke, and his hand grasped one of Sousuke’s firm butt cheeks.
            Sousuke gasped at the touch, then he nodded. He wanted to cum too.
He broke Haru’s hold on him to kiss his mouth, then down his chin and neck. He
smoothed his hands over Haru’s chest, plucking his nipples before making his
way down Haru’s abdomen. Haru’s crotch was covered in the semen he had leaked,
and Sousuke wrapped his fingers around him, then with two quick pumps, Haru
came, splattering his cum over Sousuke’s hand and his own abdomen.
            “Me now,” said Sousuke, gesturing to Haru to come to him.
            Haru didn’t protest, he shifted to his hands and knees, then
lowered to his elbows, his head went straight to between Sousuke’s legs, and he
willingly took Sousuke’s heavy erection into his mouth.
            Sousuke stared down at Haru’s black head in his lap, watching the
smaller boy eagerly sucking him and just that was enough, the hard ball of
desire deep in his gut snapped, and he came, bucking forward into Haru’s mouth.
Haru lifted up instead of swallowing, and the cum got him on his chin, and
neck, some stringing from his mouth. Haru wiped it but just slumped back on the
floor, eyes closing.
            “Let’s put the plug back in,” said Sousuke, he was panting a
little, and picked up the plug. He pressed it against Haru’s mouth. “Can you
suck on it for me?”
            Haru parted his lips, and his tongue slid around the butt plug, and
he sucked on it several times, slicking it with saliva. Sousuke was pleased at
how Haru did it without protest, and wondered if Haru was naturally submissive
as long as he was treated gently. A submissive who didn’t want to be forced or
dominated, but treated nicely.
            He put that away for now, and lifted one of Haru’s thighs up,
baring his bottom. He tucked the plug between his cheeks, and said softly, “Now
push out for me baby, let it in.”
            Haru moaned a little and did so, as Sousuke pushed the plug
forward. The ring muscle opened up and the plug slid right in, plugging him up
nicely.
            “It’s in,” said Sousuke.
            Haru said nothing, just sighed and relaxed more into the floor.
            “Don’t fall asleep here Haru,” said Sousuke a little heavily, still
panting. “You’ll catch a cold.”
            Haru just murmured something and didn’t move.
            Sousuke bent over, gathering Haru into his arms and went into the
bathroom. He damped a cloth with warm water, and gently cleaned all the cum of
Haru’s face and abdomen and crotch. Haru accepted his touch without fighting,
and curled into him.
            Sousuke picked him up and took him to his bedroom.
            Haru relaxed on his bed and his eyes opened, the blue irises warm,
drowsy and sleepy.
            “Sousuke,” he said softly. “I liked it.”
            Then he was asleep.
            Sousuke swallowed hard, and he wanted to jump on Haru right now,
but he restrained himself. He leaned down and kissed Haru’s mouth one last
time. Then he went to Haru’s bathroom, and cleaned up. He got dressed, and got
back to the Samezuka Dorm. He went to his room to get his bathing things.
            Rin was awake even though it was going on past one in the morning.
            “You’re back,” he said, looking at Sousuke. “You know, you
shouldn’t get in the habit of staying out all night. Swimming requires stamina,
and being sleep deprived you won’t be at your best.”
            “Yeah I know,” said Sousuke through a yawn, his bones felt like
melted noodles. He was ready to crash, but he really needed to shower first.
“You don’t have to wait up on me though Rin.”
            “Did you hurt him?”
            Sousuke blinked at the sudden question, and some of his lethargy
drained away.
            He looked at Rin’s focused red eyes, and said, “No. We mostly just
practiced kissing tonight. Haru told me he wanted to kiss more gently, so we
did that. And we made out pretty heavily too. I didn’t bite him or slap him,
because he told me he didn’t want me to slap him anymore. Look, I’ll just
settle with you.”
            He sat down next to Rin, laying his arms across his thighs.
            “The reason Haru looked so messed up in those photos is…” Sousuke
took a breath. “Because of you Rin.”
            Rin gasped, choked then said quickly, “W-what? What do you mean
because of me?! How did I-”
            Sousuke cut him off. “That night, Haru made you cry. I was furious
with Haru, I hated him so much that night, for hurting you like that. So I
decided to make him pay. I wanted him to cry a million times more for every
tear you cried, I wanted him to feel the pain that you felt. So I hurt him.”
            Rin covered his mouth, his eyes watering and he made a sound like
he was about to be sick.
            “However during the midst of beating him,” said Sousuke. “I got
aroused by it. For some reason, I enjoyed it sexually. Afterwards, I decided
I’d keep Haru with me, make him be my sexual partner. Haru told everyone we
were in a relationship, and tonight we were deciding exactly how that
relationship should be. Like I said, Haru told me he didn’t want me to hit him
anymore, and that I should learn how to touch him in a way that we both enjoy
it. So I didn’t hurt him at all tonight, and I won’t hurt him anymore. Not
until we’ve reached a point where we can both like it. Okay?”
            Rin nodded, then turned away, pushing his face into the crook of
his elbow. Sousuke put his arm around Rin and pulled the man into his chest.
Rin resisted but Sousuke didn’t let him go, his other arm grabbing Rin closer.
            “I’m sorry Rin,” he said as the man collapsed into sobbing. “I’m
sorry I hurt your friend like that. I did it for you, because I care about you.
I was angry on your behalf. But I promise you, I won’t do it again.”
            Rin nodded and sniffled, then pressed his hands against Sousuke’s
chest, so Sousuke let him go.
            Rin stood up and went to get some tissues off his desk. He dried
his face, then said, “Go take a shower Sousuke. You stink.”
            Sousuke grinned and got his toiletry basket. “Yes sir.”
            Sousuke took his shower and when he got back, Rin was knocked out
in bed. From his loud snores, it was his sobbing session that did him in.
Sousuke yawned and got in bed, he was also exhausted. He pulled his pillow to
his chest, wishing it was Haru’s silken body, and fell asleep.
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