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He found the room by accident. It was buried in a warren of hallways and flickering bulbs, in a warehouse behind a suspicious convenience store he never should have gone into in the first place. He had been looking for a bathroom and gotten turned around. Wandering the halls he saw an empty stool next to a door that was slightly ajar. There were soft sounds coming from the gap, and he walked closer and peered through.
At first he didn’t entirely understand what he was seeing, though the older man’s buttocks thrusting was clear enough. It wasn’t until that man moved away that he saw the legs strapped to the wall, and lower down, a hole at waist height, covered with a curtain, hiding the other man’s face and upper body but displaying his ass and soft cock like clothes in a department store window. He felt something low in his gut clench at that sight.
Before he could process what that meant, because it was a feeling he had never had before, a hard hand landed on his shoulder and jerked him away from the door. Turning his head he saw a furious attendant, and he cringed, imagining a lecture or worse. The attendant took a breath but paused, cocking his head to the side. The hand slid off his shoulder and the man stepped away, looked him up and down, and finally smiled, an unsettling smile that revealed a missing incisor tooth. Crudely the man asked if he was imagining fucking or getting fucked. Shouyou felt lightheaded. Hesitantly he said getting fucked, tripping over the words, and a light trembling started in his hands. The man smiled again. That was the start of it.
Standing to get leverage on the pedals as he rode his bicycle uphill, Shouyou felt a pleasant ache in his gut as the heavy plug ground into his ass with every movement. His crotch also ached, a familiar friendly feeling that made his heart speed up a little. He was going for his hour in the wall, and his body had come to crave it so quickly that it scared him. Not enough to stop going, though. It made him feel too good for that.
Once a week, at least, since that serendipitous day months ago, he had gone. The attendant, who was named Koichi (and who Shouyou thought was a low-level yakuza), had shown him the ropes after catching him peeping. He thought the man must have guessed how old he was and didn’t care, but that was probably why he had been so very explicit in his instructions. How to prepare himself, how to clean himself up afterward, how to make sure he wasn’t trying to take more than his body could handle.
Koichi had given him the plug to wear, with a lewd wink. He had also given him the cage currently snugged over his cock and causing the ache that never really left now until he got fucked hard enough to send his whole body limp. That had been after two weeks, and three sessions in the wall. Koichi had stopped him on the way out and told him to drop his pants. Shouyou was fearful, but didn’t want to jeopardize his access to the wall, so he did as he was told. Koichi had pulled the cage from his pocket, white silicone, cupped Shouyou’s balls in his large hand, and showed him how to stretch the ring over the base of his cock, how to straighten the cage over his shaft. The man had laughed genially and said it would drive the customers wild. “It’s the smallest one they make,” he had said, and Shouyou had blushed to the roots of his hair, but he had worn it home, and was panting more with need than exertion once he made it back over the mountain.
On this day he quickly stowed his bicycle behind the warehouse and stepped through a door marked “No Entrance” in three languages. Inside there were some battered lockers and a row of showers, with old stools and some cheap soaps. Shouyou always brought his own soap, afraid that someone might notice the different scent. He rinsed the sweat from his ride, and quickly soaped his cage, working the lather into the holes. Koichi had told him the silicone wasn’t really meant to be worn too much, and not so much for exercise, but he had gotten uncomfortable without the subtle pressure on his cock (and his mind), so he just wore it anyway and worked hard to keep it clean. He had done some surreptitious research, and was thinking about asking the man for a different cage, either metal or a high grade of plastic, but he hadn’t gotten that far yet.
After drying himself with a towel he stepped in front of a dryer and let the warm air flow over his cage, shaking droplets of water from it. His sparse hair was fluffy when he stepped away, satisfied. Koichi had been right. Men really loved to see his balls, firm and highlighted, when he was laying on his back. Today he was in his favorite of three rooms, the one with the best padding on the bench. Koichi never had more than one room occupied at a time, and rotated them to allow for cleaning. Shouyou thought he did a pretty good job running such an illicit business. The man grunted in welcome as he fastened Shouyou’s legs to the wall with the padded straps, checking the tightness with one calloused finger and loosening here, tightening there, until he was satisfied. There were straps at his thighs below the knee and right beneath his ankles, loose enough to allow his muscles to flex without cutting into him but tight enough to keep him in place until Koichi let him out. He shivered and watched his abs flex as the curtain over the hole brushed his stomach.
Shouyou watched a red flush creep up his chest as he felt his plug being twisted to the right, then the left, then slowly withdrawn. His hole clutched at nothing and he heard Koichi chuckle softly. The man felt him with one long finger, as he always did, then inserted another, and finally a third. Shouyou whined softly as they brushed at his prostate but didn’t linger, and the man chuckled again. Finally he felt the wet splash of lubricant as Koichi massaged a dollop into his hole and then squirted some inside. With a gentle slap to his ass Koichi let him know he was opening the room for business. The man walked out, taking the plug with him. Every time, he would clean it and have it ready for Shouyou when he showered to leave. Sometimes he was too sensitive, but most times now lately, he would shiver and put it back in for his ride home.
Today someone walked through the door immediately, and Shouyou sucked in a breath. He was trembling with anticipation, and never knew how the first man of the hour would be. Sometimes they just stepped up and immediately plunged in as deep as they could go (hence Koichi’s thorough pre-flight inspections), but sometimes they lingered, slowly walking into the room, running their hands over him. He loved being at their mercy, imagining them looking and wanting and finally taking. Some played with his cock, his hole. Others talked to him, telling him what a slut he was, nothing but a filthy hole, good for men’s pleasure and nothing else. He always shivered as those men split him open and clenched the handles inside the room by the bench.
Footsteps approached and a large hand gripped his calf. A warm breath slid over the ball of his foot before lips pressed into his heel, and his trembling increased. This guy came to the wall a lot. He always started the same way, slowly kissing and biting his way down Shouyou’s legs, pressing his lips to every tendon and taut place. He sometimes sucked marks into the big tendon by his cage, and Shouyou often found himself pressing his fingers into the bruises later, caught up in sense memory, cock throbbing in its confinement.
Sometimes the tenderness was more overwhelming than days when five or ten or fifteen men came to the wall in his hour and his ass was too wrecked to even wear the plug home. This was going to be one of those times, he could feel it. The lips pressed behind his knee and he let out a small whimper when he felt a slick tongue and teeth. The man had never left marks where anyone could see (indeed, marks were against the rules, and Koichi was very firm about the rules) but sometimes Shouyou longed for the man to leave his evidence all the way down and up his legs, so that everyone would see the marks of his service. At night, lying awake in his bed with his mind on the throbbing in his dick, he would imagine Tobio seeing the bites, getting possessive. Holding him down and covering them with his own marks. Sometimes he imagined other faces, other hot and angry eyes of a lighter color, other large hands. Or small ones. His experiences at the wall had made him see many of his teammates and friends in other lights, and it was becoming hard to keep the worlds separate. But he would. It wouldn’t be fair for his fantasy to spill over and pollute his team and his friendships and all the wonderful people he had met.
Finally the man came to the big tendon in his thigh and Shouyou tensed in anticipation. Strong teeth closed and gently pressed, and he moaned before he could stop himself. For a moment the teeth pressed harder, then it was hot suction and that tongue, pulling dark blood to the surface. Shouyou didn’t try to control his trembling as he felt the heat of the man’s face pass over his balls, tight with want, and then replicate the mark on his other side. The lips wound their torturous path back up his other leg and he sighed when he finally felt the man’s hands grip his thighs and gently pull him out into the room. A thick cock smacked over the bite on his right side and lay there for a moment, and Shouyou grasped the handles and squeezed his eyes shut, imagining the contrast between that heavy heat and his tiny caged dick, which barely got fully hard anymore even when he was extremely aroused (as he was right now). He imagined the man looking down with satisfaction on that tiny dick, he imagined Tobio looking down with satisfaction, and felt a tiny drop of precum well out of the tip of his shaft.
The man dragged the tip of his cock around Shouyou’s cage and down into the cleft of his ass, pressing the head to the tightly furled hole that was still quivering and shining with lubricant. Then he slowly leaned forward and his cock began to sink in. This was Shouyou’s favorite part. He clenched his muscles and tried to keep it out, but the line of heat made its slow way in without pausing, stretching his ass and making his hands spasm. His stomach bunched and released, bunched and released. The cock kept coming and eventually he went limp, shivering as he felt the final two inches slide home. Shouyou lay there speared on the man’s dick and the man patted his thigh in approval, like you would an obedient animal. Shouyou felt the flush return. He loved being degraded like that, in small movements, more subtle than the old men who grunted about his whoredom.
Slowly the man withdrew and the process began again. Shouyou let his head flop to the cushion and closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on his hole, where the sensations of being stretched and filled were making him lightheaded. This man had a pattern and right when Shouyou was getting a little too comfortable with the slow sensations, he stepped up closer, squeezed his thighs, and slammed home with all his force. Shouyou gasped as he felt the heavy balls slap the tender skin beneath his hole, and the man began to fuck him relentlessly, pulling him back onto each thrust as he helplessly tried to hold himself still and not slide away. He felt his balls begin to bounce as the man found a steady rhythm and moaned as heat began to spread in his stomach. It was always this way with this one. It was like the man knew him, could read the microexpressions in his stomach, the way his hole clenched, the small involuntary sounds he made.
Right as the heat was getting to be almost unbearable, and he felt the edge of something new, the lips returned to his right foot, kissing his arch, his heel. Soft kisses pressed to his ankle. He knew this meant the man was close, even though his rhythm didn’t change and his thrusts were stronger than ever. He had amazing stamina. The hands on his thighs squeezed almost too hard and then he felt the cock in him stop, buried as deep as it could go, and start to jerk. He moaned again. Not all the men came inside him, most liked to jerk off on his ass and his little caged dick, striping him with layers of white by the end of his hour. But this guy always did, and Shouyou imagined he could taste it sometimes, like sweet milk.
After a shivery minute the man withdrew, and Shouyou sighed as he felt his seed trickle down the cleft of his ass. He’d like to have his plug back, to keep it in, to take it home. The man pressed a final kiss to his ankle and stepped away, and Shouyou shook himself, wondering how much of his hour he had used. He didn’t mind, however much it was. Every time with this guy was better than the last.
Suddenly another hand gripped his thigh, and his eyes went wide. The door hadn’t opened and no one had walked in or out. There was another man in there? Koichi had never let in two at once before, Shouyou had always had a few minutes to compose himself. This new hand slid up his leg with a proprietary insistence and he felt a calloused thumb dig into his ankle where the other man had kissed it, gently massaging the muscle there. Shouyou wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but before he could think about it too much, he felt another hand on his ass, rubbing more lubricant into his hole. He moaned and then whined as two long fingers slipped in and went straight for his prostate, pressing it firmly. He heard a quiet snicker that sounded strangely familiar but the thought was blown out of his mind as the fingers quickly withdrew and a cock was pressed to his hole and shoved in.
Shouyou cried out and quickly subsided to whimpers as his body shook in the restraints. This cock was much bigger than the first man’s, and it slammed into him without hesitation. His mind filled with grey static as his body slid away from the intrusion on a trail of sweat. He tried to grasp the handles but gasped as two hands gripped the very base of his thighs, long fingers teasing his balls, and forcefully jerked him out into the other room until he was taut in the restraints. The man resumed his punishing pace and rhythm and Shouyou flopped on the bench, muscles ignoring his commands.
The heat that had subsided quickly returned and he felt more precum leak from his slit. Slow tears began to trail down his face. The man changed his angle and Shouyou screamed as his cock began to drag over his prostate with every thrust, flooding his body with confusing stimulation. His dick was weeping. He tried to pull himself away and the man dragged him back with a low growl, but changed his angle and started rolling his cock away from Shouyou’s sensitive place, rolling as deep as he could go. Snot and tears covered his chest. He jerked as the man’s hand slapped into his balls by accident, then began to shake as the man did it again, and again, and again. The precum had made a sticky mess of his cage, and each tap forced out another spurt. The heat in his gut was wildfire.
Without warning and as quickly as he had begun, the man finished, dragging Shouyou’s ass firmly into the v of his thighs. Shouyou whimpered as he felt the pulse of cum deeper in him than he ever had before, then cried out as the man slapped his balls again. Then the dick was gone and he sagged on the bench, hanging limp in the restraints, tears and snot still flowing down his face. He felt the cum sliding out of his hole and whined as he thoughtlessly clenched and tried to keep it in, but his ass wouldn’t close all the way. The snicker came again.
Hands were on him again, these gentle. The other man, the first man, had never left. Lips pressed into his left heel and he whined, every nerve on edge with too much input. Teeth nipped down the back of his calf, his thigh, and suddenly he arched off the bench as much as he could as the man sunk his teeth into the meat of his thigh near the crease. Sweat and tears dried on his chest as he gasped for air. Then the mouth was at his hole and Shouyou opened his mouth in a silent scream as the tongue pressed in, and the mouth sucked, pulling the mingled cum out of him as the tongue lapped at his hole again and again and again. One large hand came down on the rise of his pelvis and gently pressed him to the bench, as the other came to his hole, and Shouyou shivered as he dimly felt more lubricant being pressed in. Part of him wanted them to fuck him again, but he thought that might actually kill him. Then the fingers began pressing in, and the heat in his stomach soared. First one finger, then two, then three. They skirted his prostate, excruciatingly gently feeling his walls, the tiny shivers of his body through the flesh.
Then a fourth finger came and Shouyou opened his eyes. What was the man doing? This was more than he had ever taken before, but his body was opening obligingly, and Shouyou was afraid. The man gently ground his fingers one way, then the other, and Shouyou moaned as the heat in his belly spiked. Then he felt the tip of the man’s thumb at his rim and clenched in panic. “No, no, no.” This was the first time he’d spoken to any of the customers. That was another rule broken. The man shushed him gently and began to press his thumb inside. Shouyou whined and his hands convulsed. This was too much.
But his body took it anyway, opening by slow degrees, and he felt the ridges of the man’s knuckles slide into him. He tried to pull away from the hand but the man pulled him back, and suddenly the other hands were there again, the other man gently but firmly holding him in place. He fought for a heartbeat then sagged, and both men pressed kisses into his flesh. One of them called him a good boy in a ragged voice that sounded like something he should be able to place but couldn’t.
Suddenly Shouyou realized the man’s whole hand was inside him, his puffy hole catching and clenching on the nub of bone on his wrist. He hadn’t even noticed the final slide. The man curled his fingers with heartbreaking gentleness and suddenly Shouyou jerked, heat spiking, and felt cum spurt from his cage in ropes. The man murmured approval and slowly nudged his prostate again, and Shouyou distantly felt tears streaming down his face again as the man milked every drop from him, more than he had ever come before. He barely felt the hand begin its slow withdrawal, or the gentle lips and tongue licking up his release, and only distantly felt a soft towel wipe around his cage, his balls, the cleft of his ass. With a final kiss to the arch of his foot, he heard the men withdraw and the door close, and he sobbed as he pressed the call button to tell Koichi he was done with his session today, no matter how much time was left.
Kei watched Kageyama with curious eyes as he handed the shady attendant an extra 10,000 yen and they walked out through the front of the building, affecting nonchalance. He had been skeptical to the point of disbelief when the setter had approached him and explained what he had found out, what he had been doing for months. Then he had been, briefly, outraged. Then, looking at Hinata stretching one day at practice, he had gotten so hard he had had to excuse himself to take care of it in the bathroom. And that, he supposed as they walked into the sunlight, was that.
“Are you going to tell him?”
Kageyama grunted, looking around with a distinct lack of subtlety to see if there was anyone watching. Kei rolled his eyes.
“You should tell him. I think he’d like it.”
The other boy grunted again and Kei shrugged. He wasn’t a fairy godmother. Just observant. Speaking of, he smirked and poked the setter in the arm.
“Was eating him out always part of the plan? If you want my cum that bad, I can give it to you directly, any time.”
Kageyama blushed and said nothing. Kei felt himself stir. That was something to explore.
“Who can we bring next time?”
The other boy turned his head in shock, then slowly began to smile.