Red Yellow Green

Chapter 2
Twenty Questions with an added…Twist


That was mean

Rebel glared at Roh, his Lover knew that his nipples were one of the most sensitive areas on his body and those nipple clamps were going to be torture. There wasn’t even a moment of panic as he watched Roh place the ‘damned invention’ where it belonged, he knew that by the time Roh was done Rebel would be close to screaming.

But not begging.

Yeah Right

The safe words? Rebel asked himself, his mind moving back to what Roh had told him before, the safety words in case Rebel got…uneasy. “Green, Yellow, Red, an’ Yes I know what they mean.”

What Rebel wanted to know was how often those toys had been used on someone else and the Rebellious Incarnate was hit with a pang of jealously before he forced it away. There had been someone before Roh for him as well, he couldn’t begrudge Roh someone in the past either, and he wouldn’t, still though he flung his head back, his eyes snapping fire, it was apparent by the way that he held himself that he considered Roh as His

“Thank you.” He replied, lounging before Rebel as he made the man sit on his knees, seeing as there was no other comfy way.

But first, there was this matter of the scent of jealousy and possessiveness radiating off of Rebel, what was egging him—ah yes. With a coy smile, Roh leaned up and kissed the man: “I’ve never used these toys on anybody. They’re virgin and you’re breaking them in.” It didn’t mean that he didn’t have the knowledge of using them, but these particular toys he’d bought new, intent on having them touch Rebel and Rebel alone.

“I am a person, an object, or a place. I’ve chosen an object. You have twenty questions to ask, and anytime you ask wrong, remember, I pull this tighter. Go ahead and start. You also have five chances to guess what I am at any point, but if you guess right before you reach twenty, you get to pick a toy… and use it…”

He rested one long finger against the chain, pushing the cold metal into Rebel’s chest, waiting for it to warm. Red eyes heated as he looked up into fiery orbs: “… on me.”

Rebel wanted to win, he wanted to win very badly, and hopefully he wouldn’t take too long to figure it out…he looked down at himself, though…he knew that chains just made him look –good-

Rebel kept his eyes half locked on the door and half concentrated on Roh, he would hate it to have anyone see him how he was, despite Roh promising him that no one would.

“You’re an object, an’ I have five chances to guess…” Rebel muttered thoughtfully, “Are you a large object?”

Are you a large object?

The NightMare shook his head solemnly: “No, I am not a large object.” He replied simply, honestly and gave the chain a little yank to tighten the nipple clamps on Rebel. What Roh hadn’t let the other man know was that once he hit fifteen questions (if he hadn’t guessed right by then, because, face it, Rebel WAS and was currently still, a genius), Roh was going to start teasing those nipples even more.

He could see Rebel’s face now… And it made a hot shiver go up his body.

“Second question, sexy.” He purred, and if he had a tail, it’d be swishing.

Rebel twitched, Damn

He thought about the other things that he would be able to ask, but he was perceptive to know that as the clamps tightened they would make it harder and harder to concentrate.

He impulsively moved to jerk his hand up to his face, about to fix his hair before he was met with sharp resistance. [i]Oh Yeah…[/i]

“Are you a small object? An object found at home? Or an Object found outside?” He asked three in a row, might as well shot them off as he thought of them. He had to twenty and was only on Four.

/Ah, asking in clumps. Not a bad idea.../

“Yes, yes, no.” He tugged the chain once, “I am a small object, I am found at home and I am not found outside.”

He smiled, “Fifth question. You’re actually doing very well, Rebel.” He was, two out of four correct was fairly good for this game. Roh took his hand off the chain and brushed hair from Rebel’s face for him, “Let’s keep going. Just let me know if you need an itch scratched or your hair brushed away.”

He wasn’t going to let little things like those distract Rebel from the grand scheme of pleasure...

Roh was such an evil bastard at times.

“Are you found on a desk? A Bed? A Dresser? In the Bathroom? Are You a cleaning Tool? Or an Item that is used for fun?” He shot off rapid quick, wondering if he could get Roh to slip and give him something else, but he couldn’t ask anything else until he knew what his answers were for the location.

There was Ten now…halfway there.

“I’m good at math…how about two plus two?” He asked sarcastically, his green/blue/hazel eyes meeting Roh’s. Again seriously downplaying his talents.

“I will give you IN a desk, in a drawer. But, I am not in a bed, or a dresser or the bathroom. I am not a cleaning tool or an item used for fun…”

/Unless you had a certain fascination with what I produce…/ He thought, and tightened the clamps for every no. Which was five.

“Was that your eleventh question, Rebel?” Roh asked, eyes narrowing and smirk growing in his normal mocking way. He knew Rebel was brilliant, but the redhead loved to make it sound like his talent for soccer and his intuitive mind were nothing, when to Roh, the man’s brain was one of his most endearing factors.

Roh loved brains, he loved an intellectual conversation, a sharp mind that he could constantly test and would constantly test him.

Like Rebel.

He’d get him back on his feet. To college, to soccer. Rebel needed that hand to pick him back up and nurture him.

Rebel sighed, he slipped up when he got sarcastic and nodded to Roh, he’d play fair, he asked a question even if he was being a jerk.

He sat back on his heels. “Pen.”

There was First Guess. “Paper.”

Then he shot off four more questions. “Needed for a business? Needed for school? Suitable for Children? Or is it just adults?”

That brought it up to Eighteen and if he hadn’t guessed it then he was going to go for broke in the next two, saying something completely random, or he could argue his point and probably get himself a few more questions. All he had to do was argue that the argument could be used for fun…

Whatever the damn thing was.

He was starting to squirm a bit.

“No, no. No, no, yes, yes. I am suitable for adult use, and for children use with supervision.”

Roh tightened it again, “You still have two questions and…” He inched forwards and drew his tongue up one of Rebel’s nipples, probably driving the redhead completely wild from the sensation. “… you’ve passed fifteen questions, so I’m adding a little stimulation to help your head work.”

Though which head it was, the King did not elaborate on.

He also felt he should be nice and gave Rebel a little hint: “I am used when the world is black.”

Rebel threw his head back and groaned, whatever thought process he had was completely out the window at that point. He threw his head back, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he stubbornly tried to think.

God he was stubborn.

“Flashlight?” He ground out, his arms fighting against the restraints as sweat beaded on his brow, and though he had the sinking suspicion that he was going to lose he was going to be taken down easily.

He had to take a long moment to think of what he wanted to say, he wasn’t going to stutter it out, and he didn’t. “… … ….Lighter?” He asked finally, the nipple stimulation was going to drive him insane but he refused to say anything, he wouldn’t say anything at all. He was stubborn that way.

“No.” Another click.

“Close.” And no click, it was far too close for Roh to do that to Rebel.

He settled back and viewed the redhead before him, writhing from his overstimulated chest. Roh could only imagine how crazy Rebel was going. The King knew about the man’s strongest turn on points and flaunted that knowledge accordingly.

But of course, he wasn’t nice enough to not pay attention to one of Rebel’s nipples and slid his tongue up the reddening bud. He wondered if he’d be holding out after that. All twenty questions had been asked, but Roh wanted to see Rebel get it before he let the man go.

Right at the apex of his pleasure.

Leave him wanting.

And possibly trying to get his hands around Roh’s neck for that matter.

Rebel bit down hard on his lower lip, he was not going to make a sound, but that didn’t mean that he could hold himself still. He felt a small trickle of blood move down his lip and he slowly forced control over himself.

God though…Roh –knew- what he had to do to drive Rebel insane and he was –doing- it!

Rebel had lost, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to give up. “Glow Stick?” He muttered softly and then shook his head, “Match?” He asked finally, his voice deadpan, “Candle?”

Stubborn Ass.


Roh laughed and reached up to Rebel’s nipples, hitting the little button on the side to release the clamps and pull them off the pert buds. He balled the chain up and tossed it to a table, letting Rebel catch his breath before he slowly began to release his wrists from his thighs and take the contraption off him.

“I am a match.”

The cuffs went the same direction the nipple clamps did and Roh kept his hands off Rebel after that.

Just to be a bastard.

Rebel rubbed one wrist with his hand and then switched to the other side, he refused to touch his aching nipples, though God he wanted to. Instead he pulled his knees to his chest, resting his head there with his arms wrapped tightly around them.

Once he got control of himself he raised his head and his eyes spoke of the arrogance and stubborn pride. He flung his hair back out of his eyes and smirked at Roh (Abit waveringly) “That all you got Hot Stuff? Roll the Dice and Twenty Questions?” He asked teasingly, his rested his chin on his knees and grinned.

He was most definitely fit for Roh, if Roh wanted to get him to beg or whimper the NightMare was going to have to work for it (And work Rebel…) Rebel almost purred, he was still hard but that was –not- going to bother him, and he was –not- going to ask Roh to help him out.

He didn’t want Roh to know how much he affected him…

He figured the NightMare already knew.

Roh slid serpentine off the edge of the dais, heading for another table and rifling through the toys he’d laid out. As he looked he shook his head, no, no no. Nothing on this table would do. So he moved to the next table: no, no, no, n-Yes…

A smile split his face, eyes lighting up as he began to singsong uncharacteristically: “… I-can make you be-eg.”

Roh’s first order of business was to hold up the next restraint he’d be affixing on Rebel; it seemed Roh had a weakspot for BDSM. The item was a restraint that hooked around the neck and secured down a person’s back and bound their wrists behind their back. It was long enough where the person’s breathing wouldn’t be restriction, but short enough where they couldn’t lean forwards or backwards without stretching SOMETHING.

“What are the safety words?” He purred as this time he fluidly strapped Rebel in once more and left him room enough to flex his shoulders if need be. He didn’t want the redhead to be uncomfortable, because that would take away from his pleasure… and Roh’s.

He was such a voyeur.

His next order of business was to hold up an odd contraption, it looked like a long cage… and was made to enclose upon a man’s erection. A cock cage.

Roh kissed Rebel deeply as he slid it over his penis, strapping it into place and running a finger across the bared tip. He withdrew again and pulled out the third piece to the ensemble. Something Rebel had probably never experienced in his life.

A long metal rod, thin enough to be inserted into the head and body of a penis. “What are the safety words?” He asked again, for good measure as he aligned the rod and held Rebel’s erection in one hand, laying it flat as possible; he waited to hear them, and then slid the small rod in, watching Rebel’s face and expressive eyes for any trace of pain.

It finally slid into place and Roh hooked it onto the cage and left Rebel sitting there for a little bit…

…while he went and took dinner out of the oven and wrapped it in foil.

When he returned, he had something behind his back and a smile that read ‘you’re in deep trouble now’ plastered on his face.

Rebel heard the questions, it didn’t mean that he had the coherent thought process that it would take to answer him. His eyes were locked on what Roh was holding in his hand and fixing around his penis, jerking into his hand but once again biting back a moan.

“Red…Yellow…Green” He hissed as he then eyed the rod and his eyes widen a bit in disbelief, but at that moment decided that he was curious enough to wait and see just what Roh was going to do.

Ah..Hell no… He hissed again, watching the rod slid into place as he squirmed and his lover fixed the rod to the cage and with Rebel unable to move his hands or arms, he was thoroughly screwed.

And then…

Roh left.

And Rebel swore with enough ferocity in his voice and more then enough swear words to make even the toughest sailors blanch. When Roh came back, Rebel’s eyes were tumultuous even though his face was calm, he could never control the emotion in his eyes.

“What the Hell is behind your back Hot Stuff?” He purred darkly, his eyes still stormy.

“You really want to see?” Roh purred in return, voice dark and full of anticipation as he settled back on the dais like a kid at Christmas, eyes clearly showing an increase in his own level of arousal as he produced a three-strapped, black dildo… and rumbled proudly at his new toy.

He grinned like a Cheshire cat and moved around Rebel, nipping what skin was left bare. Roh reached towards one of his tables, pulling a bottle of lubricant up and rubbing the black shaft down soundly before he wiped his hands clean and pressed himself up against Rebel’s back.

“THIS, Rebel, is a strap-IN.” He eased it slowly into Rebel’s entrance, the length and girth about the same size as Roh. Aw, heck, who was he kidding, he had a mold made. It was his penis, but plastic.

And with a surprise…

As the end met firmly with Rebel’s ass, he reached around and snapped the top two straps together, then looped the bottom third under and through Rebel’s thighs and heard it click into place.

“Fit right doesn’t it?” He whispered huskily into Rebel’s ear, he sat back and let Rebel adjust to it, getting the feel of a stationary penis inside of him before Roh raised a small black remote.

And turned the vibrator on ‘low’.

Rebel’s eyes turned apprehensive, there was no way he wanted anything but –Roh- inside of him, but when he felt the dildo pressing up against him and then sliding inside of him he couldn’t help but to spread his legs a bit wider and jerk at the contraption that was holding his arms in place. “Strap-In?” He whispered and then realized what Roh had done.

“You’ve Got to be Shitting…”

That was cut off abrubtly when the vibrator was turned on and he arched back, biting his lip a bit, he shifted trying to see if he could dislodge the thing that was lodged inside of him and looked over his shoulder at Roh, in an unintentional erotic position. With the first contraption holding his hands behind his back, his eyes blazing and his face flushed, not to mention the fact that he still had the cock cage and rod in place and now a black dildo that was vibrating up his ass AND his nipples still felt stimulated despite the fact that Roh had removed the clamps…

Rebel was in trouble.