Did I Say You Could Speak?

3: Masaomi was restrained...

Masaomi was restrained in that he was tied to the throne. His arms above his head, his legs pressed to his chest but spread apart at the same time. He was naked, fully exposed, still quivering (in more places than one). Izaya stood with his foot by Masaomi's head. He was a very nimble man, able to get into a number of poses. Placing his foot here, heel and all, was no troublesome task.

Masaomi looked at the boot by his head, and his eyes wandered down the leg to Izaya's crotch. Garterbelt attached to some lace lingerie. Black. Hugging him tightly. It couldn't be comfortable but Izaya didn't seem to care.

Riding crop in hand, Izaya placed the tip on Masaomi's face to force his chin up. "Eyes on the prize, Masa-Chan," he smirked. The riding crop trailing down his chest then slapping his inner thigh, a bit too close to his crotch. He quivered again.

"Izaya, don't you think this is a bit too much? This is his first time here..." Shizuo voiced his concern. Izaya whipped his head around, lowering his leg off of the throne only to lift it up again and kick Shizuo in his nether regions. The man yelped out, clutching his crotch, sinking to his knees. Izaya grabbed his bleached blonde locks, forcing his head up to stare at his face. His purple sunglasses sliding off.

"What did you just call me?" Izaya's face contorted in disgust upon hearing his full name escape the bleached blonde's mouth.

"I-Iza-Sama?"

"Hm, that's what I thought," Izaya smiled, removing his grip on Shizuo's hair and patting his head as one would a cat. Shizuo leaned into Izaya's touch, grateful for it, as the two never finished what they started because of a certain intruder.

"If you're so opposed to how I do things," Izaya glared, "why don't you do it then? Give Masa-Chan a good time." Izaya picked up the rope off of the floor. He tore off Shizuo's vest and shirt, tying his hands behind his back, and dragged him by the hair to the space in front of the throne. He threw him into it, face gently pressed against Masaomi's cock.

Izaya ripped open a condom with his teeth and slid it around Masaomi's raging boner. He released his grasp on Shizuo's hair and jumped up to sit on the arm of the throne. He stared at the two of them, gesturing for Shizuo to start getting to work.

Masaomi looked at Izaya with pleading eyes. He didn't want to get his dick sucked by Shizuo! He was here for Izaya! "Hm? What's that?" Izaya placed his hand by his ear, "You don't think Shizu-Chan is capable of giving you a good dick suck? How bold." Izaya shook his head, disappointed, "Shizu-Chan, you'll have to try really hard for this one. I'll be watching.~"

Shizuo, not really thrilled about this either, maneuvered himself into a better kneeling position. This brat, coming here unannounced and then getting special treatment by Izaya. This was Shizuo's and Izaya's room and there was no space for a third party. Now, of all things, he had to suck his dick? Preposterous!

"Shizu-Chan," Izaya sighed, "dicks aren't going to suck themselves. Oh!" Izaya clapped his hands together. "Could it be? You thought I was going to give him my dick today? Aw, my lovely dick in his ass," Izaya placed his hand by his lingerie, threatening to pull it off. "Did you want to see that? Shizu-Chan? Me offering my one and only erect penis to another blonde? Perhaps you're kinkier than I gave you credit for. Oh, if you insist...then I'll have no choice."

Shizuo gritted his teeth and glared up at Masaomi. He, reluctantly, opened his mouth and took Masaomi's tip in. The virgin boy, young and easily corruptible, even though he was of age he'd never had a sexual encounter with anybody. Unsure of why this felt good or why it felt so wrong too...he couldn't help but whimper. He'd been chasing females his whole life. Why did another male's mouth around his raging hard on feel pleasurable?

"Sing for me, little Masa-Chan," Izaya placed his hand on Masaomi's golden strands of hair. He pet him, kindly, softly, delicately, waiting to hear Masaomi's moans.

"Hah...nng...ah," Masaomi's face flushed. He stared at Izaya, willing it in his soul that Izaya was the one sucking him instead. The more he stared the more the illusion that it was Izaya was engraved into his mind. The wetness, the warmth, the delicate bobbing of Shizuo's head...it wasn't Shizuo at all! Of course not! The only way to make sense of it was that he was under some sort of spell. He was attracted and turned on by Izaya because of magic! No other reason.

"One, two," Izaya hummed. "Three. Release," and right on cue, Masaomi did so. "Good job! Shizu-Chan! You did it, such a good boy," Izaya applauded and stood up. He untied the ropes, only for Shizuo to grab him by the hips, staring up at him, pleading.

"Iza-Sama, please...can I?" he stared at Izaya's crotch.

"You want to put that filthy mouth around my dick now? How revolting," Izaya clicked his tongue in disgust. He pointed to Masaomi before saying, "Untie him, Shizu-Chan, play time is over."

The minute Masaomi was free he grabbed Izaya's arms and stared at him with rage burning in his eyes. "What kind of spell did you put on me?!" Masaomi was barely able to walk, his legs tired from being in that position, so standing while clinging to Izaya was a difficult task.

"Spell?" Izaya laughed. How amusing! The male couldn't confess to himself that he longed for such things! He thought it was a magic trick! Ha!

"How pitiable," Izaya placed his hand on Masaomi's cheek. "You're still not able to admit defeat. What a shame, but playtime really is over, dear. Daddy has things to do," Izaya pushed Masaomi back and into Shizuo.

"Make sure he gets home safe, okay?" Izaya blew a kiss and walked through the door to his office.

Shizuo, not thrilled at all with playing babysitter or having his place in Izaya's heart threatened by a different blonde, glared down at Masaomi and dropped him. He put on his shirt and vest again, sunglasses too, and threw Masaomi's clothes on his face.

"Get dressed, I'll walk you home," he gritted his teeth, clenching his fists, wanting to throw Masaomi out of a window. But, he refrained. Daddy had given him orders, after all.