“God Damn it!”
 
I look down at the two dice lying at my feet, proudly displaying the object of my downfall. Across from me, Misha sits cross-legged with a grin that would make a mad scientist proud.
 
“Well, Hicchan~?”
 
Somehow, Misha had managed to con me into making one of the hardest bets that I’ve ever made and, if I lost, the conditions were that I had to fulfill a role that I have always dreaded.
 
Secret Santa.
 
“I guess I don’t have much of a choice, here, do I? I’ve already sold my soul.”
 
Misha pulls me into a bone-crushing hug.
 
“Great!  I knew you’d do it, Hicchan~! Come to my room later, I have something you’ll need~!”
 
With that she releases me and skips away to the girl’s Dorms.
 
 
 
It’s already been snowing for a good two hours by the time I leave the safety and warmth of the boy’s Dorms and make my way over to Misha’s room. I decided not to wear a coat on account of the short distance. Bad move, Hisao. Bad move.
 
Thoroughly frozen and soaked through from the snow melting on my clothes, I reach the door to the Girl’s Dorms and I quickly make my way up the stairs to Misha’s room.
 
I knock, gently, on the door, hoping I’ve got the right one.
 
“Come in~!”
 
I open the door slowly and take in my surroundings. I’ve never actually been in Misha’s room and it’s exactly how I expected it to be.
 
Everywhere I look my eyes are met with the colour pink, there are even frills on the bed. It’s almost overwhelming.
 
Misha’s sitting cross-legged on her bed, wearing only a very short skirt and a slightly more revealing version of her Bush Cheney shirt. In front of her lies a large, thin cardboard box which she motions for me to open.
 
Inside is a folded suit of red and white topped, neatly, with a large, white beard.
 
Misha looks at me, mischief in her eyes.
 
“Aren’t you going to wear it, Hicchan~?”
 
Gingerly, I remove the suit from its box. It appears to be made from some kind of skin-tight Latex.
 
I’m weighing up my options.
 
“No, Misha. No I’m not”
 
“Aww, Hicchan~! You promised~!”
 
She puts on her best puppy dog impression and pouts like a champion. She’s right; I did promise.
 
Grimacing, I start to remove my shirt when I realise Misha’s staring at me, intently.
 
“Ahem” I glare at her
 
Pouting again, Misha turns her back to me as I undress. Regretting this with every fibre of my being, I realise that the pants of the suit are meant to be worn without underwear. I curse under my breath.
 
“Everything okay, Hicchan?”
 
“Yeah. Just don’t turn around”
 
She giggles but, thankfully, keeps her eyes on the wall.
 
Once I’ve struggled into the pants I feel utterly ridiculous. I try to make a comment but I’m interrupted by the sharp click of the door locking behind me.
 
I whirl round to see Shizune standing in the doorway, dressed head to toe in full BDSM gear, crop in hand. The tight, black leather accentuated her large bust but I’m too busy staring at the very distinctive bulge at her crotch to notice.
 
I panic.
 
[Shizune, what the--]
 
Misha interrupts my frantic signing by grabbing my arms in a vice-like grip and binding them behind me with a length of coarse rope. She throws me backwards onto the bed and ties me to the bed posts.
 
“Misha! What are you—Mmph!”
 
Once again I’m interrupted, this time by Misha straddling my face, Covering my mouth with her sex and forcing me to either eat her out or suffocate. I struggle but Misha holds my legs fast.
 
My struggling only serves to make Misha moan with pleasure and, in turn, grind herself further into my face.
 
Shizune walks slowly around us, running her hand up and down the crop. When she comes close to my face she raises her arm and brings the crop, hard, down onto Misha’s ass, causing her to cry in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
 
Shizune starts to rub the bulge in her pants and my eyes widen in fear. She walks back around until she comes face to face with Misha. She signs something that I can’t see and Misha nods, enthusiastically.
 
In response to this, Misha lifts my legs so that Shizune can rip a sizeable hole in the material around my ass. She begins to crop my exposed flesh, each time making me cry out into Misha’s pussy, causing her to moan loudly.
 
After a while, Shizune ceases her onslaught and reaches into the desk beside Misha’s bed. She pulls out a small bottle of lube and a feather.
 
She returns to her place at the foot of the bed and hands Misha the feather. She wastes no time in freeing my erection and using it to torture me, running it up and down my shaft, all the while still rubbing her crotch in my face.
 
Shizune turns to face the door and pulls down her pants, seductively. An effect rather spoiled by the cock dangling from between her legs.
 
Misha stops torturing my dick and starts covering my exposed ass with the lube, it feels cold against my skin, yet surprisingly more pleasurable than I’d have imagined.
 
She begins to massage the lube into my ass, paying special attention to my virgin hole. Once again she lifts my legs high for Shizune, who immediately inserts the handle of her crop into my anus.
 
I cry out in pain, making Misha moan even louder than before, she was panting now and grinding her crotch faster than ever. I could tell she was close to the edge.
 
Slowly, Shizune began to pump my ass with her crop, making me wince with every thrust.
 
It felt weird to have something being thrust in and out of a place that wasn’t designed to be violated like this. It felt alien but, at the same time, kind of… good.
 
The more Shizune thrusts the more I start to enjoy it. I begin to let out soft, involuntary moans.
 
“I… think… he… likes it… Shicchan!”
 
I do. I never thought I would but I do. I’m overcome with lust at the feeling as Shizune removes the crop and starts to lubricate her cock.
 
She rests the tip against my hole and she stops for a second, Signing at me.
 
[Beg for it]
 
Plain and simple. I don’t mind; I want it.
 
“Please, Shizune! Fuck my ass!”
 
She pauses again while Misha translates, on account of my bound hands, before nodding and jamming her member into my tight ass.
 
She pumps hard and fast until my ass is raw and I’m screaming in pain and pleasure. I’m close to climax and, by the looks of it, so is Misha.
 
Furiously, I lick and suck at Misha’s clit while Shizune destroys my ass. I’m overcome with pleasure and it sends chill down my spine. Misha begins to suck me off and I lose control. Blowing load after load into Misha’s throat as she, too, reaches her climax and drowns me in her juices.
 
Shizune grunts and pulls out of my ass to blow her load all over Misha’s face. My vision begins to fade as I watch Misha lick it off, hungrily.
 
Shizune walks over to me and kisses me before I lose consciousness. The last thing I hear before I black out is Misha’s voice.
 
“Sleep tight… Hicchan… Wahaha~!”
 
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When I come to, I'm back in my room, in my own bed. I heave a sigh of relief; it was just a dream.
 
I roll over, content that none of the events of last night were real, and I find myself once again face to face with Shizune’s throbbing cock.
 
I reel back in shock, straight into Misha’s vice-like grip.
 
“Ready for round two, Hicchan?! Wahahaha~!”