A/N: I made a mistake last chapter... well, not really a mistake but forgot to include something. Part of the disadvantages of posting WIPs, I guess. In Japan the public women bathroom have a sound system either music or sound of water flushing when you sit, because Japanese women aren't comfortable of being heard peeing etc. It doesn't exist in the men's room (that I know of.. lol) so I thought Ayumu would be surprised over it, but I left it out... maybe I'll edit it in one day.
Wild Pitch
Chapter 18
They had the final game of the spring super-regional tournament in the second week of June. It wasn’t an important tournament, but the team was having fun. It was also the first day the rainy season actually showed its signs. It was a gray, windy day with an almost continuous drizzle. The stadium was only half full – most of the audience belonged to Seibu Gakuen’s baseball club and wore the school’s unnumbered uniform. Seibu’s brass orchestra and the cheerleading club that consisted of enthusiastic boys and girls were also present in the front rows, showing their worth in preparation for the summer tournament. The audience and the cheering squad from the other school were cheering in the other side of the stadium, just as loudly.
Enjoji pitched out the entire game and seemed to have held nicely against the other team’s strong offense. Seibu ended up winning by a mere 2 runs difference.
Instead of sending the players home to rest after the tiring game, or take them to a restaurant to celebrate the first victory of the year, the coach decided to go back to school and continue the strict training.
Ayumu leaned with his elbow against the bus’ window, looking somberly at the raindrops running over the glass. They all received bentou boxes from the managers and ate them on the bus.
“You’re not eating?” Ryuuji asked, looking at Ayumu’s box, which was still unopened.
“Ah…” Ayumu straightened and looked as though he had just noticed the food was in his lap. He picked up the chopsticks and looked at the box, without much appetite.
“Why are you looking so depressed?” Ryuuji asked. His box was already finished. He didn’t even leave a crumb. “Is it because we didn’t play? I thought the close game was pretty exciting.”
“I have something that might cheer you up.” Sasajima suddenly got up from the seat before them and leaned over, looking at Ayumu. “I can probably get tickets to a Lions’ game next week or so, wanna come?”
“Oh yeah, I want to go!” Ayumu’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, senpai!!” His appetite returned and he opened the bentou box. “Itadakimasu!” He clapped his hands in a prayer motion and picked up his chopsticks again.
“Sasajima, why don’t you spoil your upperclassmen like you do the freshmen?” Asami muttered from the next seat.
“An upperclassman needs to take care of his juniors, senpai,” Sasajima answered without qualm, and sat down, not wishing to get into an argument.
The door closed behind Ayumu as he made his way inside the deserted clubroom. Even though the coach made a harsh speech about not letting the easy victory go to their heads before the summer tournament starts, he still released them from practice early and sent them home to rest their bodies. Ayumu thought it would be a great time to catch up on his lost hours in the batting center, but Kaji had a different idea.
“Don’t go over there, come here,” the captain called out when Ayumu made his way to their ‘usual’ spot, between the wall and the last locker. The captain motioned at him to come to the center of the room, where he swiftly undressed him, tossing the wet and dirty uniforms away. Ayumu stood completely naked, wearing only socks, hands hiding his groin.
Kaji kneeled next to his duffle bag and Ayumu licked his lips, wondering what the captain had planned for him today. His cock started to swell under his hands when he thought about it. He was snapped out of his daydreaming when Kaji stepped behind him and pulled Ayumu’s hands behind his back.
“What…” Ayumu tried to look behind to see what the captain was doing. He felt something silky against his wrists and then it tightened around his hands until he couldn’t move them at all.
Kaji pressed on Ayumu’s shoulders, making him sit down on the cold floor. His shoulders rested against the bench. “Does it hurt?” Kaji asked. “Did I tie it too tight?”
“Uh…” Ayumu hesitated.
Kajihara kicked the bench away. Ayumu winced when it made a grating sound. Then Kaji sat behind him, spreading his long legs around Ayumu. Once again, he didn’t undress. Ayumu flinched when Kaji touched his bare skin with something chilling.
“It’s just an ice cube, calm down.” The senior chuckled and ran the ice cube over Ayumu’s hot skin, leaving a wet trail on his way to the naval. He toyed with it for a while, letting the tip of his knuckles brush over Ayumu’s aroused member. It stretched upward with just a little curve and the purple head was completely exposed.
Kaji continued to run the melting cube around Ayumu’s taut stomach, enjoying the feel of the diaphragm contracting under his touch. His free hand rested on Ayumu’s thigh and he pushed it, making Ayumu spread his legs farther. The boy cringed again when Kaji abruptly moved the cube to the edge of his cock, massaging the bloated, highly sensitive head with it. He breathed heavily, trying not to moan too loud. Drops of water from the melting ice drenched his pubes while Kaji continued to move the cube down his shaft. His initial instinct was to shut his thighs tight, but Kaji grabbed his left thigh, and pulled his leg over so he could pin Ayumu’s leg down with his weight. The main attention for both was still on the ice cube; Ayumu shuddered when he felt it against his entrance - cold and wet. He gasped when Kaji pushed it with his fingers harder against the puckered muscle. With help of a digit or two, Kaji pushed the cube into Ayumu.
The young boy opened his eyes slightly when he heard Kaji shaking a bottle. Now he saw where the ice cube came from. Kaji took a sip from the bottle of water and Ayumu already imagined the worst when he spotted the straw in the bottle. But Kajihara just calmly closed the bottle in front of Ayumu’s eyes and put it down, away from them.
The boy didn’t have time to sigh in relief. Kaji bent him to side a little bit, making sure his hands were still handcuffed tightly. His hand slipped to Ayumu’s butt and he pushed his finger inside with ease.
“You’re so wet, Ayu-chan,” he said in amusement. “And so hot.”
“Hnn…” Ayumu tried to respond, his face already completely red. His cock was squeezed against Kaji’s leg. Being unable to rub it drove him crazy. Just as he seriously started to consider humping Kaji’s leg like a horny dog, the older boy turned him back and touched his cock lightly, teasing him with a grin. “You have a great body, Ayu-chan,” he said. “So easy to please…”
Reaching out his other hand, Kajihara took out a vibrator and started inserting it into Ayumu’s receptive body. Ayumu moaned quietly, closing his eyes and giving in to the sensations. The small finger size anal vibrator slipped easily into his body.
“Yes, that’s good…” Kaji whispered as he pushed it completely inside. “I think you’re ready to graduate,” he said. “It’s just about time.”
Ayumu opened his eyes. “Gra… graduate?” he asked huskily. “What do you mean?”
Instead of responding, Kajihara pressed the button attached to the cord of the toy, turning it on. The vibrations made Ayumu frenzy and being unable to use his hands made it worse. He bent forward, almost as if he was trying to reach his erection with his face. Kajihara ran his hand over Ayumu’s body and grabbed his cock again, finally letting Ayumu get his release.
His young cock was still leaking and Ayumu was trying to catch his breath, when he heard Kajihara opening his phone. He opened one eye, listening in.
“You’re still in the gym? …Come to the clubroom, I need to exchange some words with you.”
Ayumu was alerted. The sweat on his body turned cold. “Tell me you did not just call Naoya…” He sat up, looking horrified at Kajihara.
The captain pushed up his glasses calmly. Ayumu saw it as a sign to escape. He pushed himself forward to a kneeling position and tried to get up. He quickly realized the knot on his wrists was too tight. As he frantically struggled with it to break free, Kajihara pushed him back down and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.
“I don’t want…” Ayumu mumbled quietly. “Let me go.”
“I know what I’m doing,” the captain replied. “Don’t you agree?” He pressed the button again and Ayumu gasped, reminded of the little vibrator that was still in him.
He didn’t want to give in. He couldn’t. But his body betrayed him. The captain reached out and brought Ayumu’s erection to life once again.
This time, it felt like forever has passed. Ayumu’s mind was torn between escaping to hide inside the showers and giving in to the pleasures of the flesh. Of course, with Kajihara pinning him to the ground, there wasn’t really any option.
Ayumu breathed heavily, suppressing any moans. He leaned to the side, trying to hide himself under Kaji’s arm. Maybe if he didn’t see, no one could see him either. His heart missed a beat when he heard the door screeching open and then the sound of footsteps coming in. He held his breath, just listening in to the footsteps. The sweat poured on him from head to toe.
It felt like a long time until the footsteps came to a stop. Kajihara didn’t accidentally move their action from the corner into the middle of the room. It was planned exactly so that they would be the first thing Naoya would see when he walks into the room past the short hallway.
The silence that fell on the room seemed to be thundering. Ayumu blushed deeply, feeling Naoya’s eyes on his naked body. Naoya was probably looking at them now in confusion, in disbelief, in disgust.
“What are you doing?”
Ayumu flinched when he heard Naoya’s voice. His voice was devoid of any emotion, cool like his pitching style. The freshman didn’t dare to look up and meet Naoya’s eyes.
“Oh, Takai-kun.” Kaji didn’t move his hands from Ayumu’s body. “Would you like to join us?” He asked politely, in a smug tone of voice.
“Let Ayumu go,” Naoya replied coldly and Ayumu realized the pitcher thought he’s being bullied or molested. Ayumu’s last hope of somehow saving grace was if Kajihara didn’t say anything.
“Oh, I’m not doing anything he doesn’t want me to do,” the captain said arrogantly and shattered Ayumu’s hope before it even fully materialized. The young boy shut his eyes even tighter, turning his head away. “He asked for it, isn’t that right, Ayu-chan?”
Ayumu thought he was going to spontaneously combust. He felt hot and suffocated.
“Is that true, Ayumu?” Naoya asked and Ayumu crunched his face harder, hating to be faced with the consequences of his actions with that sympathetic voice.
“I… I asked the captain to teach me…” He admitted in a low voice, without raising his head.
“Then suit yourself,” Naoya spat and Ayumu dared to open his eyes into tiny slits. He saw the navy blue sweatpants and lowered his eyes to Naoya’s shoes, and then the shoes turned, walked away and disappeared behind the wall. Ayumu could still hear the footsteps in the hallway, then the screech of the door. He flinched once again when the door slammed shut behind the pitcher.
“That’s too bad,” Kaji said quietly. He was still holding Ayumu tight, keeping him from moving. “But that’s exactly what I expected.”
Ayumu had already lost his erection from the stress, and Kaji turned off the vibrator, removing it swiftly from the boy’s anus. Finally, he untied the boy’s hands and got up.
His knees felt weak, but Ayumu stood up. He wasn’t a crybaby, but now tears stung his eyes. He sniffed before wiping off his eyes and looked at Kajihara, who was crouching above his duffle bag, cleaning the toy.
“Why?” Ayumu asked, trying to keep a stable voice.
“Hm?” Kajihara got up and turned to face him.
Ayumu swallowed and lowered his eyes. “You… betrayed me.”
“You asked me not to tell him you have a crush on him,” Kaji simply replied. “I didn’t. But everything worked as planned. The seed is now planted in his head.”
“Seed?” Ayumu narrowed his eyes.
“With this, Takai-kun now sees you in a sexual way.”
“It was humiliating!” Ayumu almost yelled. “I’ve never felt so humiliated in my life!”
“Ayu-chan.” Kajihara stepped forward and rested a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “To achieve success we sometimes have to use extreme means and sacrifice.”
“What did you sacrifice?” Ayumu asked.
“Well.” Kajihara’s eyes gleamed. “I used extreme means.”
Ayumu huffed in anger and the older boy patted his head, trying to calm him dowm.
“Takai-kun seems like the perfect pitcher,” he said, serious all of a sudden. “But he has a major flaw. You’ve noticed too, haven’t you?” He looked at the younger boy. “You have good instincts when it comes to baseball.” He handed Ayumu a towel. “I believe you can help him overcome his flaw.”
Ayumu had no idea what Kajihara was talking about. He silently accepted the towel. All he could think about was that now he could never face the pitcher again, not even on the field.
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