Chapter Text
There were plenty of reasons why Shuichi didn’t like Kokichi.
For one, the guy was so perfect it was scary. Always walking around with that tight lipped smile on his face, and a clipboard tucked against the side of his torso, ready to help anyone who needed it like a good student council president. No one was really sweet enough to sit down and tutor all the first years if they didn’t stand something to gain from it- and the problem was, no matter how hard Shuichi tried, he couldn’t figure out what Kokichi’s motive was. He would also stop to help students fix their bikes, and volunteer whenever any club was short a member. There wasn’t a single person that sweet, who was never greedy for their own time.
For another, he was creepy. The second he didn’t think anyone was watching, that heart warming expression would fall away into something dark, empty, and cold . Shuichi had seen it by accident once, and it made his heart leap into his throat. What was worse was the second Kokichi saw him, he went back to his usual ‘princely’ demeanor, and Shuichi practically ran away with his tail between his legs. Ever since then, Kokichi seemed wary of Shuichi, trying to keep an eye on him. Trying to see if Shuichi would expose him. Of course Shuichi wouldn’t- he didn’t have enough charisma points to get anyone to believe him or see the problem with the personality switching. Maybe if he was Kirigiri, or Naegi, he could do it, but as he was… no way.
Then, there was the fact Kokichi was a complete sadist. Shuichi had been walking past the back, abandoned part of the school to have a smoke, when he heard the sounds of the school bully, Kaito, beating up some random chick. It was going on behind the old building, but just around the corner, right in Shuichi’s view, was Kokichi. He would’ve expected Mister Student Council President to put a stop to it, but instead, he was humping his hand, a boner bulging out the clothes between his legs while he held a blissful expression. His eyes had been squeezed shut, lips parted as he silently gasped, cheeks getting reader each time he rubbed the ball of his hand against his erection. That was yet another time that Shuichi decided getting his fix wasn’t worth it.
All of which is to say, when Shuichi was told by the student council secretary that Kokichi wanted to see him, it was no wonder his heart leaped into his throat. Sweat poured down his skin as he awkwardly shuffled in front of Kokichi’s desk, forced to wait as Kokichi hummed gently to himself. His vice president stood to his right as he scribbled down his signature onto various documents- Shuichi had no clue what they were, but being forced to wait when Kokichi was the one who asked for him felt oddly demeaning.
The student council office smelled distinctly of oak and dust, old creaking bookshelves and wooden furniture filling the area. It was far nicer than anything the other clubs got, the walls lined with photos of each student council group since the year the club was founded. The most recent photos all showed the dazzling Kokichi Ouma in the center, holding their sign proudly even as the people around him changed. Since their school was a combined middle and high school, he occupied the last five photos. Frankly, Shuichi had no clue how Kokichi had managed to become student council president in his first year, but that only made it more impressive. Two couches sat behind Shuichi, probably for council discussions, and Shuichi found himself staring at the binders occupying the shelves. Each had a year printed on the side, numbers curved in gold, standing out against the black folders. Bored, Shuichi turned his attention back to the desk in front of him, only to notice that Kokichi was on his last form.
“That’s it,” Kokichi smiled, punctuating the sentence with a final stroke of his pen. “Thank you so much, Ms Yonaga. These should be all of the papers for the Gardening Club’s expansion, but please let me know if there’s anything wrong with them. If there is, then I sincerely apologize. Thank you truly for your help today.”
“But of course, Ouma!” Angie smiled, grabbing the documents with a smile. “I’ll file these and then head home for the afternoon.”
“Please do, and have a great night. I still have some things to attend to, but I’ll follow you out shortly.”
What, so Shuichi had been demoted to a thing now? An object on the to-do list? Ugh, Kokichi pissed him off. It was like he hadn’t been standing right in front of them for fifteen minutes now.
Shuichi was barely able to hold off his eye roll as Angie left without so much as a nod in his direction, and he and Kokichi were left together. The second the door shut, Kokichi’s charming smile fell off his face, and Shuichi could swear the temperature in the room dropped by at least ten degrees. He startled at the change in atmosphere, and even though realistically, Kokichi was smaller than him- even if he had scored way higher than Shuichi on the strength and speed physical exams- so Shuichi was pretty sure he’d be able to fend for himself if something happened. Still, Shuichi couldn’t help feeling intimidated. After all, Kokichi was known as the king of their academy, and there wasn’t a single person who didn’t at least respect him, even if they didn’t admire him. But now, he was a terrifying force, even though all he was doing was looking at Shuichi.
“Shuichi Saihara, age 17, member of class 5-B,” Kokichi began, chair squeaking as he leaned back, staring at Shuichi with an indecipherable expression. Unable to handle the eye contact a moment longer, Shuichi looked down at his feet, pulling down the brim of his hat. “You’re a social outcast with no one you could really consider friends- only acquaintances. You’re quite pretty, so you might’ve attracted more people in your time here if it weren’t for that hat you wear, and how vocal you are about your obsession with Danganronpa.”
“Yeah, I’m well aware of all that,” Shuichi mumbled, glaring at the floor. Fuck, Kokichi was infuriating. “What, did you just call me in here to make fun of me?”
“Not at all, Mr Saihara,” Kokichi cooed, voice laced with fake sugar. It made Shuichi want to throw up. “I am simply stating facts about your person. An introduction, of sorts, before we get to the reason why I called you here.”
“Which is…?”
“Glad you asked. Will you do me a favor and look at this for me?”
Shuichi finally glanced up at the sound of photos being placed down. On the table lay five photos. Each of them were of Shuichi smoking on different days, drifting off in thought or playing on his phone. They were creep shots, taken from bushes, around corners, and from out of windows on the second floor of the old building. But each one showed Shuichi’s face clearly, as well as the cigarette in his mouth. Immediately, Shuichi’s heart sank, then began to crawl up his throat. He wasn’t supposed to do that on campus. Not to mention that using tobacco before the age of 20 was very much illegal- and these photos ranged from three years ago to now, the date neatly scribbled in the corner. Shuichi could get suspended for this, or worse, expelled. And if the school pursued this legally and gave the photos to the police…
“You see, Mr Saihara,” Kokichi continued, before suddenly pausing. “Actually, no. Saihara , this is clearly a repeated offence of both school policy as well as the law. It is my duty as student council president to report this to the faculty.”
“Did- how- when did you get these?” Shuichi weakly asked, his body trembling as his mind flashed through all the bad things that could happen to him. If he was arrested, his parents definitely wouldn’t pay for a lawyer, and Shuichi definitely couldn’t afford one on his salary of working part-time at 7-11.
“A student who shall remain anonymous kindly submitted the incidents to me,” Kokichi hummed. “Now, you see, while reporting it might be my duty, I have other plans for you. I’m going to copy these, and stick them to every locker in the school. You already have the reputation of a weirdo, do you really think you’ll survive the social isolation? And once your life is in shambles, I’ll spread rumors that you masturbate at school around too. I’m the school’s shining student council president, why on earth would anyone doubt me? And if they do, I have a friend who’s awfully good at photoshop.”
Shuichi’s shoulders sagged, and a hopeless feeling consumed his chest. It made his body tighten, made him feel nauseous and sick from the inside out. But Kokichi was right. Would anyone really believe someone like him over the king of the school? Over their knight in shining armor, who could do no wrong?
“What do you want?” Shuichi finally asked, defeat consuming his voice. “There has to be a reason you’re doing this to me. Did I do something to you?”
Kokichi didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached forwards, collecting the photos off the desk and tapping them into perfect alignment, then opening a folder titled; ‘Student Misdemeanors’. Carefully, Kokichi slid them back inside, then grabbed a key from his pocket and opened a drawer, where he gently placed the envelope, then locked it in. Finally, he glanced up at Shuichi, a smirk on his face as he revealed something he’d grabbed from the desk, placing it neatly in the middle of the oak.
It was a purple dog collar and leash.
“You see, Saihara,” Kokichi began. “I want you to be my pet. You will obey my every order without a single complaint until you and I graduate from this academy. Otherwise, I’ll have your social life beheaded. Defy me if you wish, but just know that the little life you have will be gone in a mere instant. So? Do you wish to become my mutt, Saihara? Or, do you want those images to be submitted to the police?”
“...You really are a tyrant,” Shuichi whispered, accompanied by a twisted, disbelieving laugh. “This can’t be real. You’re not fucking with me, are you? Why are you-?!”
Kokichi shrugged, far too nonchalant for the situation at hand. He glanced aside, resting his chin on a hand while he seemingly mulled over what he was going to say. Then, his lips twisted into a smirk, and he glanced at Shuichi with a look in his eyes that made the boy shudder.
“Because I’m bored, I guess? Everyone in this school adores me, and they’ll obey me, but only to an extent. But you, Saihara… you don’t even like me, yet, I can be your master so easily. I’ve always wanted someone who doesn’t even question the logic of my demands before attempting to complete them. Plus, you’re exactly my type.”
Dread coiled around Shuichi’s heart like a snake, and he could feel tears stinging the corners of his eyes. Maybe he was dreaming. He really, really hoped he was dreaming. But when he pinched the back of his hand, he could feel the stinging pain radiating under his skin. Kokichi just watched him, the smirk slowly sliding off of his lips until his face went back to that uncanny ice cold expression. With a sigh, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping on it a few times before depositing it on the table next to the collar and leash. On the screen, Kokichi had pulled up his keypad, with 119 dialed and Kokichi’s finger hovering over the call button.
“Are you going to comply?” Kokichi questioned, eyeing Shuichi with a dangerous look.
“I- I-!”
“Saihara, I do not have all day.”
“I don’t- no, I don’t want to-”
Beep!
Riiiiiiiiiing.
Perhaps, on some subconscious level, Shuichi hadn’t thought that Kokichi would actually go through with it. Immediately, shock coursed through him, then he felt adrenaline take over his heart. He could barely make out the sounds of the phone, body shivering and twitching. His heartbeat thundered, taking over his head, eyes widening and staring down at the two objects on the student council president’s desk.
Riiiiiiiiiing.
Shuichi didn’t want to be a dog, or a mutt, or whatever Kokichi wanted him to be. He certainly didn’t trust Kokichi not to demand him to do insane, dangerous things. Not to mention what he said earlier- ‘Plus, you’re exactly my type’ . Did that mean he’d ask Shuichi to do sexual things too? Objectively, Kokichi was attractive, and Shuichi had no qualms against sleeping with another man, but was he going to lose his virginity like this?!
Riiiiiiiiiing.
-Click-
“Hello, this is the Tokyo Police Department, what’s your emergency?”
“Good evening. I’m calling about a student in my grade who I have certain concerns about.”
There was no more time to think. Like a crazed animal, Shuichi lunged forwards, grabbing onto the dog collar and bringing it up to his throat. The leash was already locked into place (wait, why wasn’t it removable?), so it was easy to wrap the leather around his neck and scramble to close it. His fingers felt wrong, clumsily attempting to figure out how the latch worked. Knowing he didn’t have much time, Shuichi whined under his breath and leaned down, displaying the problem to Kokichi. With hands that were way too relaxed, Kokichi reached up, fixing the complicated clasp before it groaned and made the sound of a lock clicking into place.
“A classmate? What’s the issue with them, si-”
The woman’s voice was cut off as Kokichi hung up, suddenly standing and gazing down at Shuichi with a look that could only be described as possessive. Shuichi didn’t know how to describe the feeling boiling up in his chest as anything but that of an animal who walked straight into a trap, well aware it was about to be sliced apart and eaten. Immediately, Shuichi stepped backwards, trying to put distance between him and Kokichi, staring at him like he was a predator. The collar was heavy around Shuichi’s neck, choking him slightly even when he rested normally, impossible to forget about and a constant reminder of the deal he’d signed with the devil.
Before Shuichi could even get one more inch away, Kokichi reached down, grabbing onto the leash and pulling.
Kokichi was surprisingly strong for his thin frame, and he didn’t have an ounce of hesitation within him when he tugged. Before Shuichi knew it, he’d fallen onto the desk, his whole torso crashing into the frame and sending pulsing pain through him. Not to mention how he was left gasping for air, arms reaching up to claw at his throat as his oxygen was stolen from him cruelly. Slowly, far too slowly, Kokichi let the leash relax, no longer keeping it taut and permitting Shuichi to gasp down air. It felt like no amount of it was enough, but through his coughs and heaves, Shuichi managed to glance up at Kokichi, shuddering as they met eyes.
All that was over Kokichi’s face was pure, unadulterated, sadistic glee.
“You look beautiful~” Kokichi purred, reaching down and threading his fingers through Shuichi’s hair. At first, Shuichi flinched, expecting him to tug, or maybe pull the threads out. But instead, Kokichi began to pet him, rolling his hand down Shuichi’s scalp and scratching behind his ears. Somehow, Shuichi found it relaxing, and even though he was still on guard, he released a pleased sigh. It only made Kokichi smile wider. “I knew you would be perfect for this, ever since I met you that first day in our first year. I spent nights coming up with exactly how to get you like this, and here we are… it took years, but fuck, now you’re mine.”
“What are you talking about?” Shuichi wheezed out, his throat still feeling tight and sensitive. “Have you- has everything about you been a ruse? Did you do all of this just to force me to be your dog?”
“But of course,” Kokichi snickered, still petting Shuichi. In a fluid movement, his hand slipped down, rolling over the back of Shuichi’s neck and making the boy shudder. “Being in charge of this whole academy was just a bonus. Who do you think left that first pack of cigs by your locker by ‘accident’? Honestly, Saihara, you’re too easy to manipulate. I would’ve expected you to figure things out when you caught me masturbating in the exact place you always smoke.”
Huh? Was that what Kokichi was doing? Not getting off on the person getting beaten up? Now that he thought about it, that definitely was where he usually stood… Shuichi couldn’t tell if that revelation made it better or worse.
“Are you ready for your first orders, mutt?” Kokichi questioned.
“Y-yes…” Shuichi whispered under his breath, turning his attention to the grain of the wood instead of having to look at Kokichi a second more. This was still better than getting in trouble with the law, he reminded himself. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
“These are the rules to our little arrangement, so listen well. One; you are never to remove this collar and leash. They’re water resistant, so there will be no issue with showering while wearing them. Similarly, they’re designed to fit near unnoticeably beneath our school uniform, so you should be fine as long as you’re not wearing personal clothes. The collar is only unlocked with a key I own, so I’ll be well aware if you cut it off. Two; whenever I give you a command, like a good boy, you’ll immediately and enthusiastically obey. If you do, I’ll give you a reward, and this can be fun for you too. If you do so begrudgingly or with a reminder, I will neither punish nor reward you. If you do not obey at all, then I will add one mark to your tally as well as punish you. Once your tally reaches three, I will spread those images to the whole school, and nothing you do or say will convince me to stop. Third; whenever the two of us are alone, and no one will interrupt soon, like now, you are required to be naked before me. Completely, underwear and all. Fourth and lastly; you will pretend to have the same relationship with me as before all of this whenever we are around others. Do you understand?”
Shuichi’s lower lip quivered, imagining the pure humiliation he was about to go through. No sane person would do this, but Shuichi supposed Kokichi wasn’t sane. Honestly, he wasn’t sure that this was worth it, but Shuichi reasoned with himself that if he realized he couldn’t put up with it he could just stop obeying. Not to mention… those photos. If Shuichi could put up with this long enough, he could get his hands on them and dispose of them. Then, he’d be completely free. So for now, it would be best to comply- Shuichi could bite this tongue through whatever Kokichi had in store in order to get rid of them. With that reassurance, Shuichi slowly nodded, tears pricking at his eyes like needles.
“If you understand our agreement, then begin following the rules immediately, unless you wish for a tally to be added before we truly begin our fun.”
The rules flashed through Shuichi’s mind, and he recalled the only one truly applicable right now. Fingertips trembling, he reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, each button feeling like a monumental obstacle as he undressed. Luckily, Shuichi was laying face down, so Kokichi couldn’t see any of his body quite yet. It was a mere momentary relief, but a relief nonetheless, his throat drying like a parched river as he reached up and undid his tie. It slid onto the desk like a snake, ending up in a coiling bundle while Shuichi unclasped the last button. Immediately, his dress shirt parted, and Shuichi yelped quietly as his nipples rubbed against the cool wood. They began to harden, and as Shuichi reached back to pull his shirt and jacket off, they rolled against the surface in a way that sent prickles of pleasure through his chest.
A low whimper coursed through him, and Shuichi reached down, unbuckling his belt before pushing his pants down. He mourned his dignity as his underwear were exposed to the air, thighs squeezing together as he kicked off his pants, then his shoes and socks. By now, all that was left was his underwear, hat, and the collar. It made Shuichi somehow even more ashamed, and he hesitated before dipping his thumbs beneath the band of his boxers, slowly sliding them off of the curve of his ass. The pale, round skin was exposed to the air as Shuichi let the fabric drop to the floor, leaving him feeling more vulnerable than ever. Then, he reached up and flicked off his hat, leaving him completely naked as he lay bent over the desk.
“Hm… You were very hesitant and slow, but I suppose it only makes sense for your first time. Very well then- good boy, Saihara,” Kokichi hummed. His hand reached down, trailing along Shuichi’s spine while he shivered, slowly teasing his body with his fingers. “Alright, stand up.”
Shuichi did so, pushing himself off of the oak and reaching down to cover his cock with his hands as he stood. Kokichi was still seated in his chair, staring at Shuichi hungrily, making him want to cry out and run away. He felt so much less than the president, a notion that was probably purposeful on the purple haired boy’s part. The boy’s brows furrowed, before he sighed and waved his hand.
“Show me all of you. Stop covering up and turn around slowly,” Kokichi commanded without room for argument.
Gritting his teeth, Shuichi obeyed, forcing his hands away from his dick before moving in a circle. He felt like an animal at a livestock showcase, being displayed to its potential new owner. Was Shuichi nothing more than a slab of meat? When he was facing the far wall, Kokichi commanded him to stop moving, and Shuichi froze in place. He could hear Kokichi’s shoes landing on the floor as he stepped around his desk, until he stood close enough behind Shuichi for him to be able to feel the air stir.
Then, to Shuichi’s complete shock, Kokichi slapped his ass with all the force he could muster.
A broken scream escaped Shuichi, who stumbled forwards, butt and legs jiggling from the force of the blow. Caught off balance, he spun around, heart jumping to his throat as Kokichi just gave him an empty smirk. Then, he reached out, grabbing Shuichi by the collar and heaving him forwards. They ended up with their faces inches from the other, each exhale caressing the other’s lips. Despite knowing the context of the situation, Shuichi felt his cheeks heat up, and he glanced aside while his collar tightened.
“Let’s start your basic obedience training,” Kokichi began, reaching up so his hand rested threateningly on Shuichi’s throat. Not tight, just resting above the collar, heavy enough to make Shuichi flinch. “Open your mouth.”
Terror coursed beneath Shuichi’s skin, but he obeyed, parting his lips and opening his jaw. After all, he wasn’t anywhere near Kokichi’s cock right now- he could still handle this. He kept his mouth wide as Kokichi pushed his head down until Shuichi was crouching slightly, their lips aligned. At first, Shuichi thought that he was going to kiss him- gross, but manageable. He watched as Kokichi hollowed out his cheeks, swirling something around his tongue before stopping his movements.
Then, just like that, he spat into Shuichi’s mouth.
Instinctively, Shuichi reared his head back, getting ready to gag it out, but Kokichi’s grip on his leash kept him from moving far. Shuichi squirmed, sticking out his tongue and getting ready to spit it out, only for Kokichi to grab him by the face and force his lips back together.
“Swallow,” Kokichi practically growled, his fingers digging into Shuichi’s skin while the boy whined. Begrudgingly, he obeyed, swallowing it down and shuddering at the knowledge that Kokichi’s spit had slid into his stomach. “Good boy~ You deserve a reward for being so obedient, don’t you?”
With a weak glare, Shuichi straightened back up, coughing as his full ability to breathe was given to him. No, that wasn’t right. The word ‘given’ implied that it was some kind of gift. Wasn’t this really torture? The weight of his collar, how Kokichi gripped the leash, ready to pull, the way Shuichi shivered as cold air caressed his entire body… it was all torture.
“And what would that be?” Shuichi practically laughed, voice slightly hoarse from getting pulled around.
That same, princely smile on his face, Kokichi tilted his head to the side. “Dogs like bones, don’t they? Come on over to the couch, Saihara.”
Despite having a sinking suspicion of what was to come, Shuichi followed him. Kokichi walked ahead of him, ever prim and proper, Shuichi’s leash wrapped around his knuckles. If Shuichi got even slightly too far behind, his breath would be stolen from him, but something told Shuichi that Kokichi wouldn’t enjoy his ‘dog’ walking next to him. So, he dutifully followed just close enough, already wincing at the idea of displeasing this man.
Kokichi sat down almost eagerly, spreading his legs and gesturing for Shuichi to move between them. Displeasure on his face, Shuichi abided by the command, following the line of his leash until he stood between Kokichi’s knees. The student council president stared up at Shuichi greedily, before reaching out and wrapping his hand around Shuichi’s dick. Instantly, Shuichi gasped, cheeks flushing as Kokichi coiled his hand around the small length. Shuichi had never been touched down there by any hand but his own, and the contact made blood rush through his veins, eyes wide as he stared at Kokichi’s fingers.
“There are five basics to dog training,” Kokichi began, carefully observing Shuichi’s face to tell how tight he should hold him. Gently, he swiped his thumb over Shuichi’s tip, humming happily as the boy slowly hardened and began to secrete precum. “Recall, sit, heel, stay, and socializing. Today, we’ll be working on recall. It would be great to get sit down, too.”
“What-? O-Ouma, let go,” Shuichi whimpered, but made no move to step away, the pleasure coursing through him overriding his instinct to run.
“Recall,” Kokichi continued, paying no mind to what Shuichi had said while he slowly thrust his hand up and down. “Is getting a dog to come on command through Pavlovian responses- either through positive reinforcement training, or dominance and punishment training. I will be doing both, otherwise known as the Koehler Method. Most people train a dog to come with the dog’s name, but I’ll be using a word. Should you not cum every time you hear me say this word, you will get punished. Understand?”
“Yes, Ouma,” Shuichi breathed out, forcing back his horror at the way Kokichi was treating him like an animal. Instead, he focused on the erotic pleasure crashing through him, how his gut churned at Kokichi’s carefully allotted touches. Shuichi had to put up with it just a bit longer, he needed those photos.
Kokichi was unfortunately good at what he was doing. His fingers followed Shuichi’s veins, his grip was just tight enough to make Shuichi’s heart thunder, and he was going the perfect speed to build up an orgasm within Shuichi’s body. He ended up heaving for air, a blush taking over his cheeks while Kokichi slid his length over his soft palm. The skin felt like silk against Shuichi’s dick, leaving him to wonder if Kokichi used hand cream. Instinctually, Shuichi’s hips jerked forwards, chasing pleasure. As soon as Kokichi noticed, he clicked his tongue, reaching his free hand behind Shuichi’s body.
Again, Kokichi delivered a sharp slap to his ass that made Shuichi… moan? Why did he moan that time? What was wrong with him? The pain coursed through him, tears blurring his vision while his thighs clenched together in response to the cruel blow. At the same time, Kokichi’s hand sped up, earning a cry from the collared boy.
“Bad boy. Don’t try to cum without permission,” Kokichi chastised, his hand reaching forwards to massage the area he’d hurt. His groping fingers felt odd against the red and bruised skin. “You will take what I give you, and not demand more. If you ask nicely and beg, though, you might get what you want.”
Before Shuichi could get the time to respond, Kokichi twisted his hand just right, and he fell apart. Soft gasps and whines fell from Shuichi’s lips instead of the words he’d intended, eyes focusing down to watch how his precum slid across Kokichi’s skin. By now, his dick was red and angry, veins throbbing and stomach stuttering, desperate to orgasm. When Shuichi glanced to the right, he could see the bulge between Kokichi’s legs, bringing the fabric of his pants into a large tent. Was Kokichi really getting off on this?
“You’re doing great, Saihara, just like that,” Kokichi calmly praised, sliding the hand on Shuichi’s ass down between its cheeks. A shudder rolled through him as Kokichi’s pointer slid over his hole, rolling over the rim in time with his hand’s movements. “Are you close?”
“...yes,” Shuichi whispered, the shame of the admission settling on his shoulders weightily. Why was he turned on right now? Why was he enjoying this? Why was he so close to orgasm, when this was objectively fucked up? Why was Kokichi’s carefully allotted praise and degradation actually getting him off? “Yes, I am, okay?! S-stop making me feel so good-!”
“Interesting. You’re really being a good boy, huh Saihara?” Kokichi breathed, pulling Shuichi’s collar so he bent over enough for Kokichi’s exhales to caress his ear. “I suppose you deserve a treat. On the count of three, orgasm for me, Saihara.”
“3…”
Kokichi’s hand sped up, and Shuichi cried out, pleasure surging through his gut.
“2…”
The student council president leaned down so his breath warmed up Shuichi’s tip.
“1…”
Shuichi was close, so horribly close, a tear finally rolling down his cheek.
“Cum, bitch.”
The reaction was instant.
Semen spewed out of Shuichi’s cock in ribbons, and Kokichi moved his head away from it with a disgusted expression. The white liquid exploded across Kokichi’s black uniform, supplying a stark contrast while Shuichi moaned loud and long. His eyes rolled back in his head, whole mind devoted to the addiction of his orgasm. It was much better than what he could ever hope to achieve on his own, the implications of that lost on his lust hazy mind. All Shuichi could think about was the pulsing rolling through him, his breath coming out in heaves while drool slid down his lips.
A hand reached up, a pointer collecting the spit working itself down Shuichi’s chin. Through bleary eyes, Shuichi watched that finger go back to Kokichi’s mouth, slipping inside before the boy swallowed. Then, a cackle of a laugh sounded out, and Shuichi was reminded of exactly how fucked up this all was.
“You really are a dog~” Kokichi cooed, patting his lap. “Why don’t you rest your head, Saihara? You’ve made a mess, so it’d be best for you to clean it up.”
“Ah…” Shuichi’s gaze landed on the semen clinging to Kokichi’s clothes, and guilt washed over him. “Where’s the washcloths?”
“Dogs don’t clean with rags. They use their tongues. Now sit down, Saihara,” Kokichi clicked his tongue, gesturing at his thighs again.
Of course Kokichi wouldn’t be happy with what he already had Shuichi do. With a mortified whine, Shuichi obeyed, laying his body across the couch with his head ending up on top of Kokichi’s waist. Shuichi stared at his own cum, wondering if he could really do this. But Shuichi reminded himself of the couple times he lapped it off his hand after masturbation, mostly out of curiosity. This wasn’t all that different, so it should be okay. With a quiet exhale of shame, Shuichi brought his head up, darting out his tongue and dragging it over Kokichi’s clothed chest. The taste of his cum filled his mouth, creamy and salty in the most humiliating way. Golden gray eyes glanced at Kokichi for instruction, and the president raised a finger, tapping Shuichi’s throat. With that, Shuichi swallowed, then shifted and lapped up more of his semen.
While Shuichi worked, Kokichi moved his hand, petting Shuichi’s head again. It made Shuichi shiver, but he just continued suckling every taste of cum out of Kokichi’s clothes, switching between his tongue and sloppy swallows. It didn’t take long for Shuichi to get used to the taste, his mind becoming empty as he lapped up everything he could. Even when he couldn’t taste it anymore, Shuichi kept going, awaiting Kokichi’s order to pause.
“You can stop, Saihara. I’m clean now,” Kokichi demanded, tugging Shuichi’s hair and pulling him away from his uniform. Spit left the fabric dark and soaked, a small line connecting it to Shuichi’s drool covered lips. He looked up at Kokichi with an undecipherable expression, the burning across his scalp making his gut turn warm yet again. “Roll onto your stomach and spread your legs.”
“Yes, Ouma,” Shuichi murmured, flipping over and resting his head on Kokichi’s warm thighs. He could feel Kokichi’s throbbing erection beneath his face, making him blush and glance aside. Still, Shuichi obeyed all of Kokichi’s commands, opening his legs up for whatever Kokichi had planned.
“Good boy, you’re getting good at this,” Kokichi purred, spitting onto his hand and sliding it over his fingers. Then, he reached back, rubbing them over Shuichi’s trembling hole. “Do you like that? We’re not finished with your recall training quite yet. After all, I doubt that if I say the word right now, you’ll finish.”
A soft gasp escaped Shuichi as Kokichi pressed his pointer into him, past his tight rim and into his inner sanctum. It felt weird, so much more foreign than whenever Shuichi did this to himself. He began to squirm, trying to escape the sensation as Kokichi pushed his pointer in to the first knuckle. The student council president’s other hand, holding the leash, pressed down on Shuichi’s back, forcing him to still while the digits explored within him.
“You look so cute,” Kokichi muttered. “You gave in so easily, you whore. Did you secretly want this?”
Desperately, Shuichi shook his head, a groan forcing its way out of his throat when Kokichi thrust his finger in farther. His insides clenched around it, the spit barely doing enough to lube it up as it pressed against his velvety walls. Already, Kokichi’s middle finger was rolling over his tight rim, threatening to spread Shuichi more far too soon. Yet somehow, it felt so good. The odd excitement of it not being his own hand inside him made Shuichi’s dick harden, and he buried his face in Kokichi’s lap to hide his shame. Above him, Kokichi laughed quietly, and his boner twitched from where it rested beside Shuichi’s cheek.
Slowly, Kokichi began to twist his finger around inside of Shuichi, sliding his pointer’s whole length into his hole. He pressed curiously against Shuichi’s walls, taking note of every gasp and hitch for air while lust began to course through Shuichi’s veins. Kokichi was oddly methodical in his fingering, as though memorizing Shuichi’s reactions, making a mental catalogue of how to bring him the most possible pleasure. It barely took any time at all before Kokichi had put together exactly how to numb Shuichi’s brain, and he pushed a second digit into Shuichi before beginning to make him tremble in arousal.
A moan escaped Shuichi as Kokichi began to thrust his fingers in and out, each entry accompanied by them spreading apart. It felt like Kokichi was stealing his breath away even without the collar, Shuichi’s hole spasming and clenching around the digits desperately. Kokichi was ceaseless in his movements, each thrust of his hand even and in time with the one before. Somehow, each intrusion felt deeper than the last, and before Shuichi knew it, the pads of Kokichi’s fingers caressed a spot that made him scream.
“Oh, did I find your prostate?” Kokichi questioned nonchalantly, as though Shuichi wasn’t a quivering, over sensitive mess below him. This was so soon after his last orgasm, too. “That’s good. You must like that, huh Saihara? You’re acting like a bitch in heat… honestly, are you trying to turn me on?”
“O-Ouma, feels so goodddd…” Shuichi slurred, heaving for air, his exhales warm against Kokichi’s clothed erection. “Please, keep going…”
It was then that Shuichi finally put together that Kokichi’s erection hadn’t gotten any attention this whole time. That was selfish, wasn’t it? With a whimper, Shuichi parted his lips, wrapping their spit slick surface around Kokichi’s clothed tip. It twitched in his mouth as Shuichi rolled his tongue over it. If he closed his eyes, he could almost taste the precum seeping into his mouth, sweeter than his own and so much better.
Suddenly, the fingers that were touching Shuichi’s prostate oh so perfectly pulled away, earning a bratty whine from the boy spread over the furniture. Before Shuichi could put together what was happening, Kokichi’s hand came down on Shuichi’s ass roughly, the snapping sound of skin against skin filling the room. This time, Kokichi didn’t stop at one, hitting Shuichi once, twice, thrice, four times, five whole times before his palm stopped punishing Shuichi’s body. The boy was left a blabbering mess, tears sliding down his flushed cheeks while Kokichi’s fingers slipped back into his entrance and began to thrust slowly in and out.
“You will take what I give you, and not demand more. If you ask nicely and beg, though, you might get what you want,” Kokichi repeated, massaging Shuichi’s sweet spot again like nothing had happened. “My cock is the best gift I can give you. So beg for it with all you have, okay?”
With a sniffle, Shuichi nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as those fingers slowly stole away his reason. “P-please Ouma… please let me give you a blow job. I want your dick so bad, I know I’ve been a bad boy, but please, Ouma… I’ll be a good boy…”
“Go ahead, Saihara, and make sure not to disappoint.”
Kokichi reached down, pulling away his pants and underwear, allowing his sizable erection to pop out. Drool gathered in Shuichi’s mouth just looking at it, a lustful hunger he didn’t understand falling over him. Precum gathered heavy on its tip, the head an angry shade of red while its veins throbbed. Glancing at Kokichi for a final time’s permission, Shuichi leaned forwards, parting his lips and wrapping them around the tip while Kokichi began to speed up his hand’s thrusting. Each time Kokichi rubbed over Shuichi’s prostate, another jolt of pleasure ran through him like electricity.
Slowly, Shuichi forced more of Kokichi’s cock into his mouth, whining at how his head filled his cheeks. It felt heavy on his tongue, and Shuichi rolled the muscle over the underside of Kokichi’s dick, urging more of his precum to spread through Shuichi. He dipped ambitiously, gagging when Kokichi bumped against the back of his throat. The sensation made tears gather in his eyes, and Shuichi nearly pulled away right there. But Kokichi tightened his grip on the leash menacingly, so Shuichi just swallowed thickly and continued. He had asked for this, after all.
With a preemptive flinch, Shuichi reached up, wrapping his hand around Kokichi’s base. Luckily, no blow came down on him, and Shuichi was allowed to continue attempting to open his throat around Kokichi’s length. It was thick enough to be a challenge, every time he slid against Shuichi’s neck making tears prick his eyes. He hoped he was doing something right, suckling on Kokichi’s tip as best he could while his hand jerked him off.
“Keep going, just like that, mutt,” Kokichi sighed contentedly, bucking his hips upwards while he fucked his fingers into Shuichi’s prostate. “Don’t stop.”
Shuichi nodded, hollowing out his cheeks and sliding more of Kokichi’s erection down his throat. It filled him more than he would’ve thought possible, constricting his air flow and making his eyes water. He was barely able to notice that Kokichi loosened his hold on his leash, then let go, his hand reaching down between Shuichi’s spread legs.
All at once, Kokichi pushed a third finger into his stretched out hole, and grabbed onto his dick. Instantly, Shuichi moaned onto Kokichi’s erection, his eyes rolling back in his head from the pleasure Kokichi was offering. Before he knew it, both of the hands were thrusting, arousal spilling over Shuichi’s edges like an overfilled cup. Soft sounds fell from Shuichi’s lips with each movement, his sounds vibrating Kokichi’s dick from where it remained inside of Shuichi’s mouth. Everything Shuichi wanted was to bounce his hips, to chase his pleasure, but he forced himself to stay in place no matter how tortuous it was. Shuichi’s hands flung out, gripping onto Kokichi for stability while Kokichi jerked him off, making his gut coil with the familiar sensation of orgasm.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kokichi sneered. “How pathetic. You really are acting like a bitch- you’re so desperate. Well, then I’ll give you what you want. Cum .”
Somehow, Kokichi always knew the exact moment to say that word. A broken scream rang out as Shuichi finished, clenching wildly around Kokichi’s fingers while semen exploded out of him onto the couch’s surface. It seemed even wilder than his first one, making Shuichi’s mind numb and his body jolt like electricity had coursed through it. His body spasmed in pleasure, chest heaving for air as he reached his high, then fell down, forced back into his own body. It left him a wide eyed mess, staring up at Kokichi like he was some kind of god.
Or devil.
“Good boy~” Kokichi cooed. “You obeyed me so well, Shuichi. I’m so proud of you, my cute mutt.”
“...I’m not a dog,” Shuichi muttered, glancing aside. “And I’m not yours.”
“Yes you are. Tell me who your master is.”
“...”
Shuichi didn’t want to say it. He knew what was on the line, but suddenly, it truly struck him that he was obeying Kokichi’s every order, and had sex with him. Shuichi had spread his legs like it was nothing, like a total whore, and for some reason, he still felt aroused by the fingers continuing to rest inside him. Something had to be wrong with him. Why was he enjoying this?
“Saihara,” Kokichi murmured. “If you don’t answer, I’ll count this as strike one.”
Immediately, panic filled Shuichi, and before he knew it, he was whining and obeying all over again.
“You’re my master, Ouma, I’m sorry…”
“Good boy. Now, I want you to sit up and start jerking yourself off.”
Dully, Shuichi nodded, pulling his head off of Kokichi’s lap and sitting up. As soon as Kokichi pulled his fingers away with a squelch, Shuichi’s insides felt horribly empty, and he wished the boy had stayed. Still, he continued to have at least enough dignity not to voice his thoughts, instead staring down at his dick. After two orgasms, it was terribly sensitive, but Shuichi was well aware that he needed to obey the demon next to him. With a shaky inhale, Shuichi reached down, wrapping his hand around the length and whimpering at how tender he felt. Even though he was horribly overstimulated, Shuichi began to play with himself, thrusting his hand up and down slowly.
Immediately, Shuichi began to heave for air, cheeks flushed and legs shaking from all the times he’d cummed. Kokichi was like a ceaseless incubus, and when Shuichi looked over at him, he was watching the whole thing with rapt attention. His eyes stared down at Shuichi’s hardening, leaking cock, captivated by the pained sounds Shuichi let out. The student council president’s own dick twitched in interest as Shuichi swirled his fingers over his tip, hips bucking upwards into his grip. Luckily, this time, Kokichi didn’t punish him for it, and Shuichi let out a sigh of relief.
Slowly, Kokichi’s hand reached down, grabbing onto his own erection and pumping it unhurriedly, taking in each of Shuichi’s little reactions. Shame filled Shuichi at doing something like this in front of another person, but he kept going, soft whimpers and quiet moans noting every time he pleasured himself particularly well. His cock practically ached, trembling as it was forced to stay at full hardness yet again, the veins throbbing whenever Shuichi’s hand passed over them. It felt so horribly sensitive, and all of Shuichi’s body reacted to every little touch. Each twist of his hand made Shuichi cry out, his torso falling against the back of the couch in search of stability as he masturbated. He tried to imagine the kinds of things he normally did during his time alone- a beautiful guy or girl above him, telling him how good he was doing, what a whore he was, but-
‘Good boy, you’re getting good at this.’
‘You gave in so easily, you whore.’
All that Shuichi could bring up was Kokichi’s voice. It was embarrassing, and made him flush, glancing the opposite direction of the other student. Maybe it would be better to pretend he wasn’t there, but the collar around Shuichi’s neck and the leash in Kokichi’s hand wouldn’t allow him the luxury of forgetting. In fact, Shuichi could feel it tightening, cutting off his air, and the blue haired boy desperately swung his head back towards his ‘owner’.
“There you go,” Kokichi growled. “You are only allowed to look at me. I am your everything.”
“...Yes, Ouma,” Shuichi whispered, voice interrupted by a moan as he stroked himself just right. His thighs squeezed together, body rolling into the touch. He found himself desperate, his gut clenching in the now familiar way, eyes watering while he fucked into his hand. “I’m s-so close-!”
“Hold it,” Kokichi demanded. “Don’t orgasm until I say the word, Saihara.”
A sound halfway between a moan and sob escaped Shuichi, yet he did his best to obey, continuing to stroke himself while he tried to think of anything but how close he was. It didn’t work, his cock getting angry and red as he jerked himself off. Sweat slid down Shuichi’s skin, gaze drifting down to the cum drying on the couch. Would Kokichi make him lick that up too? For some reason, Shuichi didn’t get disgusted at the idea any longer. Instead, he just told himself that he’d obey whatever Kokichi ordered.
Another squirt of precum escaped Shuichi, sliding down his length torturously while he whined. He could feel his muscles tightening in preparation of finishing, and Shuichi had to force it back with a hiss. He squeezed his eyes shut, but remembering Kokichi’s earlier demand, he forced them open again. He needed to orgasm so bad, and there was no way he could hold back much longer.
“Ouma,” Shuichi began, voice wavering. “Please. I’m so close, I can’t hold back much longer, I need it, Ouma please.”
“Not yet.”
Tears began to gather in Shuichi’s eyes, and he sniffled, sliding his hand up and down while Kokichi watched him. Honestly, Shuichi had no clue how Kokichi hadn’t cum yet, both from Shuichi’s blow job and his masturbation now. Shuichi wished he had that kind of strength, but he was so horridly sensitive at this point that if he didn’t cum soon, he was sure he’d explode.
“Ouma, master, I’ll do anything, but please-!”
“No, not yet.”
By now, Shuichi was in pain from how bad he needed to orgasm. All he could think about was cumming, of feeling that jaw dropping pleasure again. Already, arousal coursed through his veins ceaselessly, letting him hear his heartbreak and his stomach clench in preparation. Shuichi blabbered uselessly, begging Kokichi, promising him everything and anything if he would just permit Shuichi to cum. His whole body was jolting and trembling, animalistically desperate for his finish.
Kokichi didn’t respond anymore, just watched Shuichi fall apart, his hand steadily speeding up as he jerked himself off. The boy’s length twitched, tip leaking precum and veins shuddering as Kokichi swiped his thumb over what seemed to be a sensitive part of his dick. Eventually, it seemed that he was coming to the edge, even as he’d tortured Shuichi for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes of edging.
Then, finally, Kokichi had mercy.
“Cum.”
Immediately, Shuichi finished, semen exploding out of him while his hips bucked wildly into the air. His body turned to static as he rode his high, fucking in front of himself uselessly as his eyes rolled up towards the ceiling. It felt like heaven, a pure blessing from the world- no, from Kokichi- as he cummed yet again. The orgasm seemed ceaseless, or perhaps that was because Shuichi had ended up so thoughtless from it. By the time he finally came down from the euphoria, he was a sweaty, drooling mess, his excess coating his hand and thighs.
Kokichi reached out, his hand cupping Shuichi’s cheek and moving his face so he’d look over at where the purple haired boy sat. A creepy smile rested on Kokichi’s lips, and he glanced over Shuichi’s fucked out form with something akin to satisfaction on his face. A curious glance proved that Kokichi had finished too, tactfully avoiding getting his semen on the furniture and instead aiming at Shuichi’s thighs, which were practically covered in cum. The sight of his own skin, messy and slick, made Shuichi shiver and moan under his breath.
“You did good today, Saihara,” Kokichi hummed. “I have high hopes for you. Come back in here tomorrow after school, and we’ll work on what I deem fit.”
“...Yes, Ouma,” Shuichi panted, body worn out from the ceaseless fucking.
“Your clothes are over there. Clean up all the proof that we fucked, then you can go home for the night,” Kokichi promised, already standing up and making himself proper again. Shuichi found himself jealous, knowing that no matter what he did, it was going to be obvious he was going to be a slut until he got home and showered. “If you don’t get here within seven minutes after class, I’ll release those pictures, no questions asked. It only takes four minutes to walk here, so I’m being generous. No running away, Saihara.”
“Yes, Ouma,” Shuichi agreed, then paused, considering something. “You’re not… going to fuck me? Don’t most people do this so they can put their cock in someone?”
“Obviously,” Kokichi snorted, flicking the last loose hair into place and becoming his princely self once again. “Don’t get impatient now, hound. And no questioning me.”
With that, Kokichi grabbed his bag and strode out of the room, leaving with no consideration for the fucked out and wobbly legged boy he left behind. After a minute of sitting there and rethinking his life choices, Shuichi stood up. His gut ached, ruined body having trouble moving properly. Kokichi had failed to inform Shuichi of where washcloths lay, so instead, he cleaned off the couch and floor with his uniform’s pant leg.
Body, clothes, and mind ruined, all Shuichi could do was hope that no one would question him as he stumbled out of the student council meeting room, barely able to keep himself standing straight.
Shuichi had one more reason why he hated Kokichi Ouma.