Bound

Yuki shifted in his seat, away from the hard pressure of the foot that was currently placed on his nether regions, and tried desperately to pay attention to whatever the hell it was that his boss was blathering on about. He could feel the flush on his face, and his hand fell to the foot, holding it still a moment while he sent a pleading look to the owner. All it took to send his hands back to the top of the table, however, was a stern look and a push of pressure of his foot.

The end of the meeting could not have come soon enough, and he stood abrubtly when they had been dissmissed, hoping that maybe he could get to his office and down to his car before getting caught. The click of the lock on his door, however, told him otherwise.
His hands froze on the papers he had been pulling together hectically, shaking a little.

"Think you could get away that easily?"

"I need to get home, Roy...To my wife." He put the last sentence in emphasis, hoping, as always, that maybe it would strike a cord in the other man. He heard the clunk of the man\'s suitcase hitting his desk, and he knew he was in for a stay.

"You would leave the key?"

"I could cut if off...." Yuki\'s hands were clenched on the desk now, and he refused to turn around.

"That close?" A tsk followed the words. "Quite dangerous if you as me. Wouldn\'t want to ruin something you need."

"Will you just give me the damn key?" He spat out, spinning around to face him now, legs barely holding him up.

"Oh...so soon? But you look so beautiful like this..."

Roy was in front of him moments later, lightly brushing his fingers along the bottom of the crisp black suit jacket Yuki was wearing. Just this alone was enough to make Yuki\'s arms lift up, holding onto Roy to stay on his feet.

"Roy...please...." He begged, practically whimpering.

"I don\'t do something for nothing, Yuki. You should know that by now."

"Sadistic bastard..."

"Watch your mouth, Yuki...or I might just leave you this way." His hand fell to his pants, grasping the insistant bulge there, and Yuki felt as if he was going to die. He bit his lip hard, holding in the scream that threatened to tear from his throat, and frustrated tears started to form in his eyes. His oversensitized nerves burned on fire as he felt air on his bare skin, and his hands curled into fists in Roy\'s clothes.

Pre-cum glistened on his cock, running down the enlarged digit and onto the leather that wound around it. He shook slightly from the small ball that was vibrating inside of him, also kept there by a leather strap. Embedded in what he called torture was a small lock, keeping it from coming off.

"Poor little boy...Having to be so frustrated all day...You want it off, don\'t you, Yuki-san?"

"H-hai..." He whispered, licking the blood from his lip. He felt a hand on the top of his head and obediently fell to his knees, hands fumbling with Roy\'s belt. He would do anything to get this damned thing off. He hated the pleasure he felt from this, wanted it to be over. Roy let him take the time to try frantically to remove his pants, smirking at how frustrated he was. Yuki shuddered in disgust as the pants fell to the ground, freeing Roy. His mouth was around it in moments, and he almost gagged when Roy grabbed the back of his head, shoving him all the way down. He let Roy set his pace, breathing hard through his nose. His hands fell down on impulse, trying to stroke out the painful frustration, but it only made it worse. He tried to pull at the leather, whimpering around Roy, his legs shaking frequently. Roy\'s chuckle only made it worse as he thrust his hips forward, trying to find any small amount of friction. Leaning back on the desk, Roy freed one of his feet, placing it once more on Yuki\'s length.

He tried to pull his head back, tried to scream out at the sudden pain of the rubber sole pushing hard on him. He felt as he was about to explode, pain shooting all the way up his stomach and down his legs. He gasped deeply as Roy pulled out of him, shutting his eyes against the warm, sticky substance that squirted over his face, spitting it out as it ran into his mouth.

"So beautiful...Yuki." Roy put his hands on Yuki\'s face, his thumbs kneading in the white, spreading it around.

Yuki could not keep the hate and disgust from his eyes, but he still leaned into Roy\'s touch, still begged for release.

"J-just get if off..."

"Oh not yet, sweetheart...you see, I have to return the favor." He grabbed Yuki roughly by the shoulders, depositing him in his office chair, him the one on his knees this time.

"Oh gods...please, no..."

He held his hand out to him, holding his shoulders in an attempt to keep him where he was. Instead of forcing himself forward, Roy backed up, going for his suitcase. Panic rested in his stomach then, and Yuki would have normally jumped up and ran for it...But it wouldn\'t work. He tried that last time. So he merely shut his eyes as Roy secured his arms to the sides of the chair, shivering at the cold metal.

His cock twitched when warm breath fell upon it, and Yuki moaned, needing release so badly. His eyes scrunched shut even tighter when he felt a mouth wrap around it, and his whole body jerked into the sensation. Roy was slow, teasing, often dragging his teeth along his skin, and Yuki felt like he was going to die.

It hurt so much, and yet he could do nothing. He wallowed in his pity silently, holding in the screams and moans that threatened to overrun his vocal cords. He didn\'t notice when Roy brought the key up to his \'torture\' and so when he was suddenly bursting, finally able to take his release, he screamed out, head thrown back against the chair. Roy moved back, making it spurt all over Yuki, dripping down his legs and over his stomach, but Yuki didn\'t care at all. He finally had his release. He shivered as Roy completely removed the device, finally free of that damned vibrator as well. He sat numbly in the chair, breathing hard as he finally opened his eyes to look at Roy.

That smile did not look good. He followed him with his eyes as he returned his things to his suitcase, and closed it with a \'snap\'. He shifted in his seat, waiting for him to untie him, but Roy simply turned around.

"R-roy?" He called out tentively as the man reached the doorway. Another smirk.

"You have a nice night, Yuki. I\'ll see you tomorrow."

Yuki\'s eyes widened in horror as Roy left, despite his screams for him to stay, his office door left open for everyone to see him clearly the next day when they walked into work.