Warning! This is a PWP written for the sole purpose of winding myself down after finishing Ikioi and before taking up Casualties again. And I do mean PWP, or at least as close as I can get to one of those.  Also:  OOC-ness to the nth degree.  _LEMON_  <--- I mean it.  Also contains bondage, I repeat, bondage.  And lessee.... m/m, f/f, f/m ....(yaoi, yuri, het).  [Boy, I'm just hitting all bases here, aren't I?]

Disclaimer:  They don't belong to me, a fact which I lament on a daily basis.  And considering how much money I spend on their merchandise, I probably -should- own them by now, but alas!  They are, in fact, the property of Rumiko Takahashi, and I don't intend to ever make any profit off their use.  The book _Lumenagerie_ is (c) 1996 Michael Manning and published by Amerotica, and I don't own that either.  I just spend a great deal of time drooling over the pictures.

 

Improper Fun and Frolic

Their prey was camped out in the dojo, though ‘camped’ wasn’t precisely the right word. Comfortable, perhaps . . . if the young man in question could be said to ever be comfortable. He was resting on a practice mat, back propped up against his large over-stuffed traveling pack. Earlier, he had been sleeping, but now he was simply resting, taking a few moments of the solace that comes from knowing one has a roof over one’s head, even if just for the moment. He was looking at the pictures in - - errr, reading a graphic novel entitled _Lumenagerie_, silently wishing that he had the guts and the equipment to experiment with some of the more interesting . . . positions . . . illustrated in said book. Most especially those to be found in the chapter entitled _Equine_ . . .

He turned the book sideways, a faintly puzzled expression on his face, then tipped his head so that he was looking at the picture upside down. Hmm . . . it didn’t look any more comfortable that way . . . still, that bridle was very alluring . . .

His observers weren’t aware of his thoughts, and if they had been then they might have had good reason to reconsider what they were about to do. Or maybe not. Huddling together at the sliding door which lead into the dojo, the two girls stifled giggles and titters that at any other time would have been completely out of character for both of them. This was an unusual situation, however, and not one that came along everyday. The Lost Boy’s visits were few and far between, and it was an even rarer occurrence that everyone living in the residence attached to the dojo was away for the evening. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for some very improper fun and frolic.

"Shhh!" the smaller of the two girls, the one who’s blue-black hair sported a short rather fetching cut thanks to the very young man they were plotting against, batted her hand at her companion, failing poorly at shushing her own giggles. Luckily, the hapless prey in question tended to be rather unobservant at times and, still being involved in his kinky book, he didn’t hear what was going on at the door.

The taller girl covered her mouth with her hand to quiet herself, glancing back at the house, her dusty blue eyes sparkling with a strange combination of mirth and nervousness. She looked at her partner, finally controlling her giggles of anticipation enough to form a coherent sentence. "Akane-chan," she whispered. "Are you sure no one is going to be home any time soon?"

"Hai hai," Akane nodded vigorously, keeping her own voice low. "I already told you, Ucchan: Tofu-sensei’s mother is visiting, so Kasumi went to have dinner with them and spend the evening. Nabiki is shopping with a friend in Tokyo and will be staying at her house for the night. And Otosan and Saotome-san went with Happosai for special ‘training’ at some brothel in Yokohama."

Ukyo pursed her lips slightly. "What about Ran-chan?"

Akane slid the door to the dojo shut to lessen the chances of being overheard and leaned against the jamb, crossing her arms over the ‘CK’ sweatshirt she was wearing. "Well, Ranma’s the one sticky wicket," she admitted. "He’s playing soccer with a group of the guys from school. Now, they usually go out for sodas and pizza afterward, but Ranma doesn’t always join them. I asked him about it this afternoon and he said he wasn’t sure about going, until I reminded him that Kasumi wasn’t going to be around to make dinner tonight. Then he seemed to make his mind up pretty quick." The girl beamed, her dark eyes twinkling mischievously. "Of course, -I- offered to make him dinner . . ."

Ukyo returned the smile. "Ah. Then it’s a pretty sure thing that he’ll go out tonight."

"Hai, but that still only gives us a couple of hours." Akane peeked into the dojo to assure herself that their prey hadn’t wandered off in the few moments that they hadn’t been watching him. He had a tendency of doing that. Luckily he still appeared to be overly occupied by whatever he was reading. The youngest Tendo daughter nodded to herself in satisfaction and turned her attention back to Ukyo. "Now, let’s make sure that we’re clear on the terms of the wager."

Ukyo also nodded and her expression grew as serious as it could considering the circumstance as she got down to business. "Five yen says the poor boy passes out in the first thirty seconds, with another ten if he lasts for a full minute. After that, it’s ten yen per minute." She pulled a stopwatch from someplace and fiddled with the settings. "In addition, I’ll stake twenty yen on him getting a nose bleed, because I have a feeling that will be easy money."

"Agreed. When are you going to start timing?"

The okonomiyaki chef considered this for a moment, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully. "How about from first contact?"

Akane’s lips formed a little pout. "Aw, that’s no fun. That means I don’t get the chance to confuse him with innuendos, and he’s so cute when he’s bewildered." She sighed dramatically. "But, if I start talking dirty right away, he might pass out before I even get the chance to touch him."

"Then I guess you’re going to have to jump right in with both hands, aren’t you?" Ukyo grinned.

Akane stuck her tongue out with a *nyyyh!* sound, but seemed willing to accept the challenge. She actually flounced a bit as she turned back toward the dojo and slid the door open a little wider. "You’re on, Ucchan and I don’t mind saying that you’re going to lose miserably. You might get your nose bleed, but I’m going to make damn sure that he stays wide awake for everything that I have planned for him."

"Sure Sugar," Ukyo returned with a dismissive laugh. "I know how he is around you. You’ll be lucky if he can last as long as thirty seconds."

"Just you watch," Akane shot her companion a grin, then slipped into the dojo, an eager sparkle in her eyes. Ukyo took up her abandoned spot by the door, ready with the stopwatch.

"Oh, Ryoga-kun," Akane began in a pleasant tone of conversation, padding across the wide wooden floor to stop at the young man’s side. It seemed to take a great deal of effort for him to tear his eyes away from the book he was reading, but when he was finally able to shift his attention, he looked up at her in surprise and a quite unexpected blush formed over the bridge of his nose. He snapped the book shut and hastily shoved it back into his pack.

"A - Akane-san!" he stuttered nervously, laughing with a bit of a hysterical edge and vigorously rubbing the back of his neck. She had to wonder what in the world he had been reading that would get him so flustered. "I didn’t hear you come in! Gomen nasai!"

She waved a hand as he started to stand, smiling prettily, tipping her head at just the right angle so that she would look sweet and angelic. "Don’t bother getting up, Ryoga-kun. If you do, I’ll just have to knock you down again."

He stopped in mid-movement, still half-crouched low to the mat, and looked up at her with dark confused eyes, heavy bangs falling across his face. Now, there was that bewilderment that Akane thought was so cute. "Uh . . . " he articulated intelligently. "Nani?"

"An opening!" Akane sang brightly, pushing her small bare foot against his shoulder and sharply shoving him off-balance. He landed on his rear on the mat, but before he could either move or question her action, Ryoga suddenly found that he had a lap-full of Akane. She straddled his hips, the short skirt she wore hitching up around her thighs, and pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him even flatter. His back hit the mat firmly and she leaned down over him to flash a beautiful smile that said he was the only one in the world of any consequence to her at that moment.

Ryoga’s only available option was to hyperventilate. And break out in a rather hot sweat. He proceeded to do both, too stunned to even move and certainly not coherent enough to offer any sort of verbal protest. He attempted her name a few times, but couldn’t make it past the ‘k’ sound.

Akane’s smile widened and she dipped her head down to lick his chin oh-so-gently. This produced a violent shiver from the young man that nearly upset her from her perch, but she managed to remain firmly attached, her thighs tightening around his hips. Her presence was greeted by a very obvious rush of warmth under the friction her position was creating between them.

"Ak - ak - k - k - k - k . . . " Ryoga’s eyes were wide and filled with all sorts of wonderful conflicting emotions. Confusion, dread, hope, painful shyness, out-and-out lust. Akane liked that last one. She wiggled herself a bit more firmly, saw a shocked expression move fluidly over his face, and mentally grinned. At least thirty seconds had passed, if not a full minute, and her boy was still wide awake, though admittedly not breathing too well. Looking to buy herself some time, the girl leaned down over him, letting her sweat shirt-clad chest lightly brush against his, and reached for the opening of his backpack, snatching out the book he had hidden away.

"Whatcha reading, Ryoga-kun?" she asked lightly, taking note of the fact that all the color drained immediately from his face and fear became the dominating emotion in his eyes. Had he blinked at all yet? Shrugging, she flipped open the book to a random page.

And her own eyes widened in surprise as she beheld an extremely well-drawn black and white picture of a young man trussed up in a very tight latex maid’s uniform, ball gag in his mouth, arms bound at the small of his back, feet shacked wide apart and connected to some sort of cabling which wrapped around his balls. His cock was covered in a black latex sheath and there was a serving tray strapped to his chest, upon which he was being forced to balance a full wine glass.

Akane was rather taken aback at first, coming dangerously close to being scandalized, but she recovered quickly. As she eagerly flipped through the book, the glint in her eyes brightened and her smile returned. She twinkled down at Ryoga who was still frozen in place with shock and fear. "Well, well, Ryoga-kun. Who would have thought that you would be into this kinda perverted trash, ne?"

Ryoga finally seemed to find the ability to make a proper response. He shook his head almost frantically and desperately waved his hand as if to ward such obviously evil material away. "N - no, Ak - kane-san! It’s not what you th - think!"

"It’s not?" she asked in an off-hand manner, turning the book sideways to gaze at a picture just as Ryoga had done earlier. "That’s too bad, because I’m sure we could accommodate you somehow. I mean, I don’t have much in the way of proper equipment, but we can improvise." She frisbee’d the book aside and rocked herself against his hips, delighted by the expression on his face, as he was looking rather red now.

The girl leaned forward again, this time sliding her hands down to tug at his tucked-in shirt. With a gentle purr, she brushed a faint kiss over his mouth, then ran the tip of her tongue along the slightly curved shape of his upper lip. He blinked rapidly, becoming as rigid as a stone statue in more ways than one.

"In fact . . ." Akane breathed softly, letting her words drift lightly over his lips, sparkling brown eyes close to his. "I’ll bet those shackles and weights that you left here are still in the equipment box!"

"Hyyiiii . . . " he whined wheezingly, then nearly jumped right off the mat when her small cool hands finally worked their way under his shirt to travel up over the hard slim muscles of his stomach. He blinked rapidly, staring up at her with the type of expression a cornered bunny might give to a hungry wolf and squirmed under the feel of her touch. "A - a - akane . . . Akane-san . . . this is . . . really n - not like you . . ."

She was very much enjoying the feel of his body, the way his firm muscles quivered under her fingertips. Who would have thought that Ryoga would feel so warm and smooth? So well sculpted? His years of rigorous martial arts training were evident in the nicely-toned strength that she could feel so plainly. As her hands drifted up over his solid chest, she was a bit startled to encounter hard little nipples, but took immediate advantage of their presence, tweaking both between her fingers. He made a sharp hissing sound, his entire body jerking again, and Akane was quite frankly delighted. In most of the more erotic manga she read, the guys weren’t usually depicted with nipples, so she had quite forgotten about them. Ryoga’s were obviously extremely sensitive.

"Maybe not," Akane finally answered, continuing to roll those hard little nubs between her fingers, working her hips against his stomach as she moved herself higher on his body to better reach his face. She planted small sweet kisses all around her victim’s mouth. "But just how long did you think I could resist you, Ryoga-kun?" she asked with a purr between kisses. "Just how long did you think I would be able to stand being so close to you . . . being your friend . . . before I went crazy from wanting you?"

The words weren’t entirely a lie, though they were dramatized a bit for his benefit, as she had been eying this young man appreciatively ever since first meeting him. He was undeniably handsome, with a shy sort of animal magnetism and barely contained raw power that she was very attracted to. It was simply a plus that he was so good-hearted and considerate, at least as far as she was concerned.

Ryoga’s eyes got even wider, if possible, and Akane realized that she was pushing him pretty damn close to his shock limit. He went back to making stammering noises instead of actual words, obviously trapped somewhere between pleasure overload and utter disbelief. His expression was one of stark terror, but she could feel the responses of his body . . . his growing heat, the way his arched his back slightly to give her better access to his nipples, the soft fluttering kiss he tried to give her in return . . . and she was far more inclined to believe those instincts over the fear in his eyes. She caught his mouth as he turned it toward her and grappled with him in a long deep probing kiss, one that gave her a full taste of his warmth. Ryoga’s hands seemed to finally find some life and slipped upwards, his fingers burying deeply in her short thick hair so that he could hold her head close while they wrestled through their kiss.

Oh, that was so nice! The feel of his strong eager mouth was intoxicating, and his fingers felt wonderful as they massaged against her scalp. Akane hitched herself up a bit better, resting her pantied sex against the hard muscles of his stomach and rocking her hips so that she could take full benefit of the friction. She heard him groan sharply in his throat as she tugged at his nipples a bit more firmly, then used her thumbs to strum against them. Ryoga arched his back a bit higher and the intensity of his kiss increased. He closed his eyes tightly, thick black lashes splashing drops of sweaty dew over his cheeks.

Akane had to break the kiss to breathe, but she didn’t stop the fun. She licked and nibbled her way over his face, increasing her torture of his rock hard little nipples, muttering his name in a breathless manner that seemed at once corny and appropriate. Ryoga turned his head slightly to accommodate her, and her lips found his ear. Directing soft breaths into that auditory organ produced a series of delightful shivers from the overwhelmed young man, but when she gently caught the lobe between her teeth and began to suck on it, Ryoga’s entire body was wracked with a violent shudder. He moaned lowly, almost pleadingly, and gripped her tightly a fraction of a second before he went completely limp and his hands fell away to thunk against the padded surface of the mat.

Akane lifted her head and blinked away the sweat in her eyes as she looked down at him, disappointed heat still swirling within her and finding no stimuli to fuel it further. "Ryoga-kun?" she asked, just a bit of concern in her tone as she gently smacked his face from side to side. Upon receiving no response, Akane sighed and straightened, sitting back on his stomach with a pouting frown. She’d gone just a bit too far, too fast, apparently.

"Fourteen minutes and thirty-six seconds," Ukyo said, materializing beside them rather suddenly and holding up the stopwatch for Akane to see. Her blue eyes were heated and sparkling glassily. "I’ll round it up to fifteen though, just because I’m so impressed."

Akane fanned herself with a hand. "I don’t think it’s really fair, Ucchan. He had a head start getting heated up. You should see what he was reading!"

"A bet is a bet," Ukyo reminded, stepping over to retrieve the book. She opened it and her eyes got as wide as Akane’s had. "Oh my . . . "

"See?" The short haired girl calmed herself down enough to stand. She pertly straightened her clothes, even if she had no intention of wearing them for too much longer, and headed over to the equipment locker. She would have skipped if her legs hadn’t felt so weak.

Ukyo grimaced sympathetically as she turned the book sideways. "Kami! Doesn’t that hurt?! How did they get him into something that tight in the first place?" She glanced up to see Akane digging in the equipment. "What are you doing, Akane-chan?"

"You heard me, I told Ryoga-kun that we’d do our best to accommodate his . . . interests." She smiled almost wickedly as she rejected and tossed out all manner of equipment from hoops and ribbons to barbells and bamboo bokkans. The shackled weights she had mentioned earlier were in the very bottom of the locker, but were far too heavy for her to lift; and there were various lengths of chain that were obviously left over from fights with Mousse, but they all ended in bladed weapons of one sort or another with no way of being fastened securely. Then, underneath everything, she unexpectedly came across an item that was -extremely- out of place. Or maybe not . . .

"Hello!" Akane sang, straightening and holding up a pair of very heavy reinforced drop-steel handcuffs in glittering triumph. "Now, just what are -these- doing in there?!" They were just the thing for Ryoga, strong enough that he wouldn’t be able to break them, with all the comforting coolness of bare metal. Akane had to wonder if these weren’t being hidden here for precisely that reason, and it certainly didn’t take a genius to figure out exactly whom the shiny binders belonged to.

Oh well. Since he wasn’t here, -she- would take full advantage of the pretty toy.

Ukyo stared, rather startled. "Uh . . . " she said blankly.

Akane returned to Ryoga and, after Ukyo managed to jump-start herself again, the two girls rolled the young man onto his stomach and handcuffed his wrists together at the small of his back. They shared a long deep kiss with each other over their bound prisoner, and when they separated, both were looking rather heated and excited.

"You like this?" Akane asked throatily, running her hand up Ryoga’s firm arm, fingertips playing over the frayed edges where the sleeves had been torn off his black t-shirt.

Ukyo’s hands ruffled in the boy’s thick disheveled hair. She removed several of his bandannas, just to see how many there were. "Hai," she nodded, a playful grin settling onto her face. "What should we do to him?"

"No no, Ucchan. You have the wrong idea. We have him at -our- mercy. We’re not going to do anything to him, he has to do for us." Akane purred lowly. She grabbed a handful of the young man’s shirt and pulled him onto his side, leaning down over him so that she could press firm kisses and sharp little nibbles over his neck and jaw-line. He stirred fitfully, brow furrowing and body jerking lightly in response to what she was doing.

"Ryooooga-kun," Akane chanted softly into his ear. "Wake up stud, we’re not done yet . . . "

He mumbled something incoherent, scrunching his face up a bit and rolling away from her, back onto his stomach. The two girls saw the muscles of his arms tense and strain as he tried to move them, presumably to brace himself against the floor, and Ukyo simply had to dance her fingers along those nicely shaped biceps as they flexed. He grunted in his throat, quivering under her touch, and his eyes fluttered open.

For a few seconds, he simply stared across the floor, looking rather dazed and blank, as he tried again to move his arms. His movements grew a little more intense as the realization that he was bound slowly dawned on him. Akane and Ukyo slid themselves away from him rapidly as a sudden feral growl escaped his chest and he thrashed himself up into a sitting position, body yanking this way and that as he tried to free his handcuffed wrists. The young women watched him move appreciatively, both giggling and hanging onto each other tightly. Their noises broke through the fog in Ryoga’s mind and he glanced up at them, then around the dojo angrily, as if looking for anyone else who might have been suicidal enough to restrain him.

Because surely Akane and Ukyo wouldn’t . . .

His eyes went huge and round again and a tousle of dark hair fell over his face and nose as he ceased his struggles and stared at the girls. Akane’s previous advances came back to him in a heated rush that nearly threatened to knock him senseless again, but this time he managed to maintain his hold on sentience . . . to a point. Mouth suddenly quite dry and breath coming extremely hard, the Lost Boy blinked slowly and squirmed just a bit against the feel of the cold metal around his wrists.

He knew those cuffs . . . oh Kami-sama . . . heat began to gather in his nether regions once again . . .

Akane and Ukyo moved close, taking up positions on either side of him, and suddenly Ryoga found himself being touched by twin pairs of hands. Akane’s fingers slid along his cheek, turning his face away from her so that Ukyo could drop a careful kiss onto his lips, while her other hand found its way up under his shirt again, looking for his sensitive nipples. Ukyo squeezed her grip around his upper arm, feeling the play of his muscles, while her other fingers firmly kneaded his left thigh. Ryoga’s face was pulled back so that Akane could kiss him this time.

"Ak - kane-san?" Ryoga barely whispered, looking at her with a desperate question in his eyes. He tensed as Ukyo slid her hand lower, down over the inside of his thigh, and her knuckles carelessly brushed against the hardening heat between his legs.

"You like this, don’t you Ryoga-kun?" Akane smiled with a soft purr, running her fingers through his hair beneath the multiple headbands, lightly nibbling her lips over his cheek and chin. She tweaked at his nipple, causing him to shiver with a low moan. "You like being restrained, helpless . . . used . . . don’t you?"

Ukyo giggled, nuzzling her face into his neck, her small teeth working along the line of his jugular and down to his collarbone, lifting her hand so that she can move the material of his shirt aside.

Ryoga’s eyes fell closed and a warm flush of shame rose in his face. He was barely capable of nodding. "Hai . . . "

"Then I’m going to use you, koi," Akane’s eyes sparkled sweetly as she gave him another kiss, breaking it off short on purpose as he tried to lean in and deepen it. The youngest Tendo daughter backed away, letting her fingers trail down Ryoga’s chest as she did, and Ukyo slid into a kneeling position more directly behind the boy, lowering him, but supporting his head and upper back against her legs. His body had to arch a bit due to his bound hands, but he watched Akane intently as she stood up and stepped over him, planting her feet on either side of his hips. She gave him a stern look as Ukyo’s hands firmly massaged his pectorals.

"Now, Ryoga-kun. You’re not going to pass out again, are you?" Akane asked with mock severity, arms crossed as she towered above the helpless boy. "Because if you do, then the fun stops there, understand?"

Ryoga made a soft needy sound as Ukyo’s hands brushed the hardened nipples beneath the material of his shirt. He nodded, restlessly shifting his body from side to side as she continued to massage him, strong slender fingers digging against him unmercifully. Akane seemed satisfied with his answer, since it was probably the best she was going to get out of him, but snapped her fingers sharply when he closed his eyes.

"All your attention right here, koi," she ordered, pointing at herself. When she was sure that his eyes were firmly locked on her, the short haired girl smiled in a very feline manner and lifted her hands, crossing them and placing them on her shoulders. She let her hips sway a bit as she slowly ran them down her front, being sure to emphasis each curve in her form, uncrossing them at her breasts. She cupped herself, squeezing lightly, pinching her fingers against her own nipples through the material of her sweat shirt and bra, letting her lips part enough for a small moan to escape. She closed her eyes, but not before seeing that she had both Ryoga and Ukyo’s full attention, as her audience of two was staring at her with varying expressions of arousal and fear.

Akane laughed lowly, pleased to have such power. Her hands continued their journey down the front of her body, and she arched her back in further imitation of a cat as her fingers pressed tight over her ribs and sides, crossed again over her belly and then gripped the hem of her shirt. Her hips wiggling a bit more, she slowly began to pull the garment up, lifting it around herself teasingly, exposing her smooth young body bit by tantalizing bit. She could feel their eyes on her, both pairs mentally caressing her eagerly, Ukyo’s filled with love, lust and anticipation, Ryoga’s shining with soft fear and adoration. Akane pulled the shirt off and tossed it to one side, leaving her milky white bra in place for the time being.

The short skirt was next. Akane bent at the waist and shimmied out of it, stepping slightly to one side of Ryoga so that she could flip it off with her foot once it was low enough. Then she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her lacy baby blue panties and paused, flashing a heavy look at Ukyo and Ryoga, slipping the tip of her tongue out between her lips and licking them lightly.

Ryoga was staring dumbly, but his face was very flushed, and he was slowly moving his hips unconsciously. Ukyo’s expression was one of pure desire, and as more and more of Akane was exposed, her massaging grew rougher and more demanding. By this time, she had pushed Ryoga’s shirt up and was now letting her fingers work almost exclusively on the young man’s nipples, teasing and twisting. His soft pleading moans were the perfect music to accompany Akane’s strip tease.

"This next?" she asked playfully, sliding the elastic band of the panties over her right hip just a bit.

"Hell yeah, Akane-chan," Ukyo breathed eagerly. Ryoga might have nodded, it was a little difficult to tell since he was trembling so hard, but he certainly didn’t seem likely to protest either. With a gentle laugh, Akane slowly slid the panties down, again swaying her hips from side to side as she did. Once they were past her knees, she let them fall the rest of the way and then lightly stepped away from them, gracefully moving back to stand over Ryoga, giving him a perfect view of the forbidden treasure between her legs

Ryoga choked, and he thrashed in a sudden and instinctive need to bring his hands to his face and squelch a nosebleed. As he sat up quickly, he very nearly hit Ukyo’s chin with his forehead, but she was able to avoid his flailing and firmly grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him back into place. One of his bandannas was quickly untied and pressed tightly against his nose, while Akane simply looked on with a laughing sparkle in her eyes.

Oh Kami-sama, this power felt so good!

"Relax, Ryoga-honey," Ukyo wiped the blood from his nose and lips, leaning down to plant a nibbling kiss on his forehead, brushing back his thick bangs as she did. Then she glanced up at Akane with a mischievous gleam. "Twenty yen for a nose bleed."

The smaller girl rolled her eyes. "Technically it doesn’t count, since he already passed out," she slowly lowered, crouching over Ryoga’s chest and giving him an even better view of herself, of the soft pink folds which she slipped two fingers down to gently part, revealing dewy wetness. The poor boy snapped his eyes tightly shut and Ukyo had to staunch a fresh flow of blood as he whimpered and squirmed uneasily, plagued by the growing heat and hardness between his own thighs, by the deep fluttering in his lower stomach.

Akane smiled and gently ran her other hand over his cheek, purring low in her throat. "Oh, Ryoga-kun," she said in a low soothing tone as her fingers played over his warm damp skin. "My sweet Ryoga. Look at me, koi. Am I beautiful? Am I exactly what you’ve dreamed I would be all this time that you’ve secretly loved me and wanted me, and gazed longingly at me while sharing my bed at night?" She laughed lightly as his eyes snapped open and a shock of fear shuddered through his entire body.

"Y - y - you know . . . ?"

Ukyo chuckled and Akane smiled more, leaning down to brush a kiss over his trembling lips. "Of course I know, silly thing. And don’t think I haven’t laid there with you beside me and wished for a kettle of hot water . . . " She slid forward, her eyes growing dark and feverish-looking, tipping her hips forward so that she was directly exposed to him. Ryoga appeared to stop breathing and his expression was once again that of a small animal trapped by a predator as he twisted his body, tugging against his bonds. Ukyo held his head still, brushing at his hair in an almost obsessive manner, her eyes fixed on what Akane was offering.

The short haired girl licked her lips and pressed her index finger against her clit. "Mmm . . . " she whispered throatily. "Right there, Ryoga-kun. I want your tongue right there . . . "

Ryoga shuddered hard, and his gaze flew up to meet hers. "Akane-san . . . no . . . I d - don’t . . . I mean, I n - never . . . "

"Never?" she lifted an eyebrow in mild surprise. "What about Ranma?"

Ryoga’s face seemed to be fighting a battle between trying to blush and draining of color. The result made him look a little ill. Akane blinked, even more surprised. For all the mooning after her that he engaged in, she would have never guessed that Ryoga swung -that- way too. With Ranma it was pretty much a given, but -Ryoga-?. "You mean . . ." she began a bit hesitantly, "You don’t do it with his girl-form?"

The trio jumped at the sudden sound of a very familiar fourth voice.

"Of course not. What kind of pervert do you think I am?"

Heads snapped up to see Ranma leaning casually in the open doorway of the dojo, arms crossed over his red shirt, a rather lecherous smirk planted on his face. His large sapphirine eyes were glowing with unabashed lust and his gaze was fixed firmly on Ryoga. Upon realizing that the occupants of the dojo were staring at him blankly, Ranma shifted his weight and waved a dismissive hand at the befuddled group. "Oh, don’t let me stop you. Carry on."

Akane recovered her composure first, sitting back on Ryoga’s chest with her hands fisted on her hips. "And just how long have you been there, Ranma?" she frowned, doing her best to look miffed, even though the thought of being watched while she engaged in naughty activities was kind of . . . appealing, when she thought about it.

He chuckled. "Longer than you’d care to know." His pleased expression widening, the pig tailed boy stepped into the dojo, taking a moment to slid the door shut behind him - and pointedly locking it - then idly wandering over to look down at them, hands in his pockets. "You really think I’d go play soccer on one of the rare occasions that my Ryo-kun is here and there’s no one else around?" he twinkled, lifting an eyebrow.

Akane smiled too, turning her attention back to Ryoga, again running her fingers along the line of his jaw. But Ryoga’s eyes were fixed firmly and pleadingly on Ranma, his lower lip quivering a bit. "Ran-sama . . . " he whimpered.

Ranma crouched down, the sparkle in his eyes growing rather predatory. "It’s your own fault for letting yourself get caught by a couple of girls," he said lightly with a grin. "Now, I believe you were given an order, Ryo-kun, and I -know- that I’ve taught you better than to disobey orders."

If possible, the Lost Boy’s eyes grew even wider. "But - - "

"Hush," Ranma interrupted. He ran a light hand up Akane’s back, causing her to arch a bit, and deftly undid the clasp on her bra so that the silky garment fell away abruptly, fluttering down to land across Ryoga’s neck. "I know this isn’t our usual game, but that shouldn’t matter to you, Ryo-kun. Do what the little dominatrix wanna-be says."

"Dominatrix?" Akane repeated, looking thoughtful. She ran her hands up her own body, rocking her hips against Ryoga’s chest as she cupped her now bare breasts and lightly flicked her nipples. She let her eyes close in half-lidded dreaminess. "Hmm, I kind of like the sound of that," she decided lowly. "I bet I’d look good in one of those shiny leather corsets, what do you think Ucchan?"

Ukyo laughed as she had to remove a fresh bandanna from Ryoga’s head and hold it to his nose, stroking her fingers soothingly along his temple. "I think Ryoga’s going to faint again," she chuckled.

"He’d better not," Ranma said warningly as he slid his hand around Akane’s trim rounded buttocks and down under the waistband of Ryoga’s pants. He stayed above the material of Ryoga’s boxers, however, and gripped the young man’s already hardened member in his fingers, handling him rather roughly to remind him of his place.

Ryoga gasped and bucked suddenly, again nearly toppling Akane. She gripped tightly with her knees and remained seated, but fell forward, catching herself against Ukyo’s shoulders. Ranma licked his lips and slid himself into a better position, hiking his right leg over Ryoga’s left, slipping his free hand under Ryoga’s rear and tilting his hips up enough so that his pants could be slid down.

Pressed tighter onto Ukyo, Akane looked at Ranma over her shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Don’t worry about it," Ranma flashed her a grin, giving Ryoga another quick squeeze which sent a violent tremor through the helpless boy’s body. "I’ll take care of things at this end, you just have fun up there."

"Not a problem," Ukyo smiled slyly, catching Akane’s mouth in a kiss since it was right there and so convenient. The short haired girl leaned forward a little more, giving Ryoga another lovely view which caused him to immediately shut his eyes, and took Ukyo’s face in her hands, returning the kiss roughly. As Akane’s tongue thrust into her mouth, the okonomiyaki chef left the bandanna resting across Ryoga’s face and gripped her fingers against the other girl’s breasts, cupping them with the span of her hands and pressing her thumbs against the rosy nipple buds.

Akane groaned and broke the kiss reluctantly, drawing in a breath. Her hand fluttered over Ukyo’s mouth as the long haired girl tried to continue. "Matei . . . " Akane said pantingly, a warm heavy light in her deep brown eyes. She reached down and removed the bandanna and bra from Ryoga and flung them aside, then shifted herself forward, resting her knees on either side of the bound boy’s head. Her fingers again slipped down to pluck at her glistening pink folds, and she spread them for his benefit, once more pointing out the little nub which was now throbbing for attention.

"Right there, Ryoga-kun," she reminded, giving his cheek a light slap so that he would open his eyes. "I want your tongue there. Work it good, koi." With that, she removed her fingers and wiggled her hips, lowering herself down until she could feel his lips against her labia. His entire body was trembling almost beyond any sort of control, and she sensed his eyelashes flutter nervously against her soft skin as he hesitated.

"Ryo-kun," Ranma said lowly, from where he was casually leaning on the boy’s right hip, watching the fun with a faint smile on his face. He now had his hand up the leg of Ryoga’s boxers and was lightly stroking the eager erection hidden there. At Ryoga’s hesitation, however, he slipped his hand down and gripped Ryoga’s warm velvety balls, twisting them just enough to give Ryoga a firm reminder that he really had no choice in the matter.

Akane felt Ryoga gasp in a strange combination of pleasure and pain, and his body tensed tightly. He relaxed very slowly back into trembling, and then his lips nudged at her warm glistening folds, sending a thrilling shiver up her spine. She gripped Ukyo tightly as his tongue emerged from his mouth and wormed its way between the lips of her labia to flick at where he thought her clit was. He missed the first time, so Akane settled herself a little better, squirming on his outstretched tongue until he hit it right, and then she froze, chilled with delight.

"Right there, Ryoga-kun," she praised softly, then arched back as Ukyo’s head swooped in and the long-haired girl’s own lips fastened tight around one of Akane’s ready nipples. "Right there . . . work right there . . . " She dug her finger’s into the chef’s hair, holding her tight against her breast, purring as Ukyo’s skilled tongue and teeth teased her in exactly the way she liked.

It wasn’t exactly easy for Ryoga to draw air from his position, so his breathing began to take on panting qualities as he rubbed and flicked the tip of his tongue against the little hot kernel which seemed to give Akane such pleasure. As she quivered above the handcuffed boy, Ranma gave the balls in his hand another firm squeeze, smiled at sharp involuntary movement of Ryoga’s hips and his muffled groan, then slid away, satisfied that the helpless young man was going to cooperate. He crawled on his hands and knees up to where the action was at the Lost Boy’s head, and fitted himself in immediately behind Ukyo.

She felt him take up position there, but most of her concentration was devoted to sucking on the nipple which was warm and hard in her mouth. So, she was a little startled to feel Ranma’s strong sure hands reach around to undo her sash and work apart the front of her dark blue gi top. He expertly slipped it off over her shoulders and down her arms, stripping it away in a matter of seconds, then pressed his own shirt-clad chest against her back just as the sudden contact of the air was making her shiver. His hands then found her breasts, and slender fingers played with her own hardening nipples, as he nuzzled in her hair, moving it aside with his face so that he could reach the skin of her neck, just below her ear. His warm tongue left small wet circles against her skin which he blew away with a soft puff of breath.

Ukyo moaned softly and muttered Ranma’s name, the sound muffled by Akane’s breast. Ranma simply smiled and continued to kiss and nibble lightly along her neck and around her ear, his fingers kneading her firmly and deliberately, working her into a sweet sweat just from his attention on her breasts alone. In retaliation, Ukyo increased her suckling of Akane, and the young woman who was currently seated on Ryoga’s face found herself soon vibrating right on the edge of toppling.

After a nervous start and a great deal of hesitancy, Ryoga had finally gotten the hang of flicking his tongue tip against her clit in a manner that was maddeningly light and teasing, as well as taking the initiative to explore a little further with the only tool he had available. He worked into a steadily increasing tantalizing rhythm of strumming her hot little nub and then sliding his tongue all around it and down deeper into her wet folds only to repeat the action again a moment later. This seemed to be much to Akane’s liking, as her deliciously curvy body trembled and jerked with each caress of his tongue. Coupled with Ukyo’s steady sucking and biting on her nipple, the youngest Tendo daughter soon found that the throbbing in her sex and the out-of-control fluttering in the pit of her lower stomach were reaching a shuttering crescendo.

It turned out that Akane was an extremely vocal person in the midst of heated passion. Her head tilted backwards, a diamond covering of silky sweat covering her entire body, she dug her fingers into both Ukyo and Ranma’s hair, yanking them as close as she possibly could with a strength that one only possessed in the throes of release, pumped her hips in rough counterpoint to the tormenting movements of Ryoga’s tongue, and yipped a steady stream encouragement aimed roughly in the Lost Boy’s direction. Her movements made it even more difficult for poor Ryoga to breathe, but he continued his efforts diligently regardless, increasing his speed and the strength of his tongue pressing against her clit.

Akane’s rocking also made it difficult for Ukyo to maintain her lip lock on the Tendo girl’s breast, so Ranma pulled her back, leaning her heavily against his chest so that he could have better access to her own lovely breasts and her eager mouth, and so that they could both watch the very attractive sight of Akane riding Ryoga. The short haired girl reached inside her knees and grabbed either side of Ryoga’s headband, yanking him tighter against her while she bucked and squirmed, noises growing inarticulate and high-pitched. Light-headed from not getting enough air, Ryoga nonetheless strove to please her and bring her to that shuddering point, abandoning his fancy moves and simply tonguing her throbbing clit as fast and as hard as he could.

This was exactly what Akane needed to hit her high. Her entire body tensed, and she gripped his head painfully tight with both hands and knees as she threw her head back even further and cried out in a long moaning exclamation, wracked by an intense and quivering orgasm. Sweat glimmered as it was tossed into the air, pulled loose from her skin by her shaking, and Ryoga felt a hot gush of sticky fluid spatter against his lower face. Encouraged, he kept up with what he was doing, as it was obviously the right thing, and Akane continued to shake and whine as wave after wave of fluid pleasure washed through her body.

It was almost too much, and as soon as Akane felt the shivering chill that signaled the winding down of her orgasm, she pushed herself roughly away from Ryoga’s insistent tongue and rolled heavily to one side with a final moan of gratification. Ryoga gulped wildly for air, disheveled, sticky and trembling, but worried that he had done something wrong, since she had abandoned him so abruptly. Panting heavily, he tipped his head backwards, an unspoken plea and question in his eyes as his gaze fell upside down on Ranma.

The pig tailed boy rolled Ukyo’s nipples in his fingers, causing her to shiver as well, but looked from Ryoga to Akane, who was simply laying on her side on the mat, sides heaving softly, eyes closed tightly. He frowned a bit, also concerned. "Akane, you okay?"

"Mmm, she’s fine . . . " Ukyo purred.

"Hai . . . " Akane agreed a few seconds later, her voice sounding very low and lazy. She opened her eyes halfway and smiled slyly at Ryoga, inching herself over so that she could stroke his overheated face and shower his damp cheek with cooling kisses. Cooling for her anyway. Ryoga was still hard and shifting with discomfort, small needy sounds escaping his throat with every exhalation. His eyelids fluttered from her touch. "You did wonderfully, Ryoga-kun. Exactly as I always knew you would."

Ranma’s brow furrowed, as he still wondered why she had pulled away from Ryoga so quickly, but he decided not to dwell on it. Who knew how women’s orgasms worked? Certainly not him, and he really had no desire to find out. That was a mystery best left unsolved. He blinked, a little startled as Ukyo pulled away from him, pausing to plant a playful kiss on his cheek, and uncurling herself from his embrace. She rolled onto her hands and knees and slunk across the mat to Akane, first taking a moment to peck Ryoga’s cheek as well. Then the two girls shared a kiss upside down with each other.

Ranma shrugged and moved to do the same with Ryoga, first smiling down at his handcuffed plaything with an expression of praise and pride. Ryoga looked vastly relieved and returned the smile, then eagerly accepted Ranma’s full probing kiss. The Lost Boy tasted of Akane, sweet and starchy at the same time, but it wasn’t an altogether unpleasant flavor. In fact, as Ranma breathed in the scent of sex and sweat, he felt his heartbeat increase and plunged the kiss in deeper, biting Ryoga’s lower lip sharply.

"Shall I clean you up?" Ukyo whispered to Akane once their own kiss was broken. She didn’t wait for an answer, but instead slowly crawled down the length of the Tendo girl’s warm bedewed body until she was in the proper position to wrap her arms around Akane’s upper thighs and lift those nicely curved hips to meet her mouth. As Ukyo began to lick away the evidence of Ryoga’s handiwork with firm rough tongue, Akane gasped softly and would have returned the favor, since the proper parts were right there in front of her face anyway, but she encountered a problem.

"Ukyo!" she squeaked in protest. "You’ve still got clothes on!" Akane tugged demandingly on the offending pants which the okonomiyaki chef was indeed still wearing.

"So?" Ukyo tossed the challenge over her shoulder with a laugh, storm blue eyes smothering. "Do something about it!"

Akane grinned. "I’ll do something about it all right," she yipped back and began a yanking tug-o-war with the garment in question, roughly pulling Ukyo to one side and off balance. The two girls rolled together off the practice mat and a very unladylike wrestling match ensued on the cool polished wooden floor of the Tendo dojo.

Ranma pulled out of the kiss he was giving Ryoga, gently licking away the blood he had drawn as he played his fingers through the sweat-laden strands of the young man’s heavy bangs. "That’s my good Ryo-kun," he breathed softly, low enough so that the girls, had they even been listening, wouldn’t be able to hear, the light in his brilliant sapphire eyes one of possessive adoration. "A little extra training tonight, ne?"

Ryoga nodded mutely, still shaking. A moan escaped his lips, which Ranma promptly kissed in response.

"Don’t worry, koibito, it will be your turn soon . . . " he promised, nuzzling his face against Ryoga’s for a quick moment, then getting to his feet, leaving the Lost Boy where he was on the mat. Biting his already bleeding lip, Ryoga groaned from the loss of his Ran-sama’s closeness and rolled onto his side to relieve the pressure on his bound arms for the moment. His gaze followed Ranma’s movements intently as the pig tailed boy carefully stepped over the thrashing girls and went to Ryoga’s traveling pack. He took a moment to smirk at the _Lumenagerie_ book which was still laying on the floor, then knelt by the overstuffed pack and flipped the top flap open.

The girls paused as Ranma began to dig through Ryoga’s possessions, Ukyo with her head somehow wedged under Akane’s left leg, and Akane with the hem of Ukyo’s pants in her teeth. He removed the usual equipment first - packages of food, extra clothing, and the like. But their eyes widened when he pulled out a bottle of oil lube, following it up with various other toys which he set aside as he continued to look for what he specifically wanted. There were a couple more pairs of binders, some leather blindfolds, and long lengths of buckled straps with silver rings attached to them. The girls exchanged a look with each other. Who in the world would have thought that sweet good-hearted Ryoga would carry stuff like that around with him?

Of course, who would have thought that Ryoga would be into bondage in the first place?

Ranma noticed their stare and smiled rather wickedly. "It’s almost impossible to hide toys here, so Ryoga carries most of our stuff with him," he explained. "Although, as you found, he forgot the handcuffs last time."

"Yeah, and I’ve missed them too . . . " Ryoga muttered to himself. Ranma grinned and threw a package of instant ramen at him.

"You be quiet," Ranma ordered good-naturedly and quickly located Ryoga’s favorite of their small collection of ball gags.

"Honestly," Akane huffed in mock annoyance, somehow managing to cross her arms over Ukyo’s right leg. "You two are living quite the double life."

"You should talk!" Ranma laughed, gesturing at the pair of young women impossibly entwined together on the floor as he straightened, gag and lube in hand. "And here I was wondering why Ukyo hadn’t tried setting you up with Ryoga lately. I might have guessed."

They both had the decency to blush, but the moment of contrition was ruined when they broke into giggles.

"So, what’s that stuff for?" Akane asked once they had calmed down and were working on untangling themselves, gesturing toward the lube and gag. As Ukyo attempted to stand up, she pointedly yanked the chef’s pants off the rest of the way, sending her off-balance. Ukyo stumbled backwards, tripped on the edge of the practice mat and ended up sitting on Ryoga’s hip. Unsure whether to laugh or apologize, she tried to do both at once, then gave that up and slipped down to kiss his cheek.

"Now it’s Ryoga’s turn," Ranma replied, eyes twinkling as Ukyo poured herself over Ryoga and continued to torment him. She was still feeling rather heated and unsatisfied from watching Akane get off, and the Lost Boy was the perfect helpless target. She used her weight to press him back onto his back and fitted herself in on his chest, straddling him as Akane had done earlier, massaging his shoulders and pelting his mouth and chin with kisses. Ryoga groaned lowly, his entire body clenching in an effort to keep himself in check when all he wanted to do was explode.

Ranma watched for a moment, then smirked. "Or maybe Ukyo’s first . . . " he decided, turning abruptly and going back to the pack to look for another item.

"Ukyo?" Akane whined, pouting, deciding that the pair on the mat where having too much fun by themselves and crawling over to join them. She ran her hand down Ukyo’s strong slim back, prompting the girl to lean forward more and expose herself to Akane’s questing fingers. "But, I still want . . . "

"Geeze, you alley cat. Rope it in," Ranma interrupted, pulling something black out of the bottom of the pack. "The evening is still young, there’ll be plenty of time for you to get off again, and if yer worried about Kasumi coming home," he anticipated her next protest as she opened her mouth to break in, "we’ll be taking this over to Kuno’s later. Mousse is there and we got a Game scheduled for midnight since Ryoga managed to show up. You two come along. We’ve never had any girls play."

"Kuno? Mousse? Game, with a capitol ‘G’? Cripes, Ranma! What else do you guys do that we don’t know about?" Akane looked amazed, shaking her head, even as she rubbed her fingers almost idly around Ukyo’s clit. The long-haired girl leaned back on her fingers with a sigh of desire, attacking Ryoga’s mouth with her own.

"You’d be surprised," Ranma twinkled mischievously, returning to the mat with toys in hand. He crouched by the Lost Boy’s head for a moment, eyes sparkling as he watched Ukyo roughly kiss his toy, and Ryoga return those kisses just as desperately. When they paused for breath, Ranma slipped his fingers under the young woman’s forehead and gently lifted her head, pushing her back at the same time. "Excuse the interruption," he smiled. "But Ryoga’s mouth is now closed."

Ukyo playfully bit at his fingers. "Says who? I didn’t get my turn at him yet."

"Says me. I’m the seme," Ranma replied, nodding at Ryoga to open his mouth so that he could fit the ball gag into place. Ukyo noticed that the leathery surface of the ball itself had permanent fang-mark indentations, and that Ranma was careful to make sure that they fell in line with Ryoga’s prominent canine teeth. Once the ball was fitted, Ranma lifted Ryoga’s head and tightly buckled the straps of the gag, pulling them good and taunt with a rather sharp flick of his wrist. Ryoga grunted, but closed his eyes almost blissfully, a fresh beaded line of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Ranma smoothed back his bangs. "Okay, Ryo-kun?" he asked in a soft fond tone. Ryoga nodded vaguely.

The pig tailed boy seemed satisfied. He got back to his feet and offered Ukyo a hand-up. "You’re gonna get your turn right now," he assured her, leading her slightly to one side, to where Akane was watching with keen predatory interest. He handed her the black latex cock sheath he’d retrieved from Ryoga’s pack and the bottle of lube, then went back and helped the Lost Boy straighten himself up onto his knees, supporting him from behind. Ryoga seemed to need the aid, as he was shaking badly, and the girls could see a very prominent bulge in the front of his darkly colored boxers.

Ranma nuzzled Ryoga’s neck, but looked at Ukyo, his own ink black hair falling over his heavy eyes. "Go ahead and suit him up, Ucchan," he offered encouragingly, wrapping his arms around Ryoga from behind and running his fingers lightly along the young man’s already quivering flesh.

Both Ukyo and Akane crawled forward eagerly. The Tendo girl took up position beside the two boys, her hands joining Ranma’s in exploring Ryoga’s wonderfully firm and straining muscles, while at the same time she licked and tongued all around the ball gag. In the meantime, Ukyo knelt in front of Ryoga, setting her tools aside for the moment and crouching low, slipping her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Leaning forward to sprinkle little kisses on his tensed abdominals, the long haired girl slowly eased his underpants down, taking care to let the material slide gently over his erection. She pooled the boxers around his knees, then smiled dreamily at the sight which greeted her. Ryoga’s lovely manhood, firm and straining, standing at rock hard attention from between his clenched thighs. Ukyo glanced up, meeting Ranma’s intent gaze.

"May I?" she inquired softly, feeling it only polite to ask the owner of that beautiful member permission before continuing. Ranma’s eyes sparkled and a slow smirk spread over his face. He turned his head slightly to rub his cheek against Ryoga’s.

"Go right ahead," he agreed huskily. "Ryo-kun can handle it, can’t you koibito?" He left a licking wet trail along the young man’s jaw line. Ryoga whimpered behind the gag, tensing even tighter if possible and a renewed flush rippled down the length of his body, plainly felt by both Ranma and Akane’s hands. Ranma chuckled softly, trailing his fingers down the line of the boy’s stomach. "Your turn soon," he whispered, nosing in Ryoga’s ear and sending a wracking series of shivers down the Lost Boy’s spine. "Just maintain . . . your turn soon . . ."

Akane worked her hands up under the shirt Ryoga was still wearing, which had long since been pushed up around his shoulders and neck. She nodded at Ukyo, then leaned down to wrap her lips around one of Ryoga’s taunt nipples, sucking slowly and deeply at that tight little nub. She felt the groan lift in the tortured young man’s throat, which quickly gave way to a shuddering pleading whine as Ukyo took up with her own brand of torment.

She reached out and grasped a hand around the Lost Boy’s stiff member, then slid her grip down towards its base, pulling back the foreskin and fully exposing the eager wet head. Lifting him to meet her halfway, Ukyo dipped her head and extended her tongue, touching it to the hole at the very quivering tip and getting a taste of the clear dew drops of starchy pre-cum. Ryoga’s entire body jerked at the light teasing sensation and he cried out sharply against his gag, grinding his teeth into the leathery ball. Ranma shushed him, purring sweet breaths of warm air into his ear and stroking his wet bangs, while Akane reestablished her sucking hold on his left nipple which had been lost when he jerked. Ryoga growled, deep and low in his chest, sounding far more animal than human as he was being pushed to the very edges of his threshold, and he tugged hard at the handcuffs confining him.

Ukyo’s warm full lips enveloped the head of his shaft, slipping around him velvety soft and teasing. The gentle touch lasted for only a second, however, as she abruptly changed tactics and began to draw long and hard on his member, sucking at him with a full firm rhythm, doing her absolute best to siphon out his very essence. She settled herself heavily on parted knees and, with her free hand, the young chef worked a matching rhythm against her throbbing clit, stroking with sure slender fingers.

Ranma’s own arousal was pressing tightly against Ryoga’s rear, hot and demanding even through the material of the pig tailed martial artist’s pants. And he could feel Ryoga’s struggle to maintain in every shiver and shudder that assaulted the Lost Boy’s body. He knew those signs intimately, could read Ryoga’s body language and the intensity in his gagged pleas as surely as others read books, and he was keenly aware of just how far Ryoga could be pushed before he could no longer maintain the discipline which Ranma had mercilessly and lovingly trained into him. Reluctantly, Ranma pushed Akane back and lowered himself into a sideways sitting position, still supporting Ryoga and bringing the bound young man down with him, but propping him up against his own front. Ukyo continued to suck, moving easily with the shift in position and making room for Ryoga to swing his legs out from under himself.

She understood what Ranma wanted, and was more than happy to oblige him. She was ready for satisfaction, and after all, there had to be a limit to what Ryoga could take. She kissed the tip of his lovely hard shaft once more, then retrieved the cock sheath from where it had been abandoned. Akane moved to join her as Ranma wrapped his embrace tightly around the suffering shaking prisoner, whispering soft words of encouragement and praise.

He quaked badly as Ukyo fitted the sheath onto him, unrolling it down the length of his quavering shaft, and it seemed to her that it fit a little too snug, as he moaned in obvious discomfort and shifted his hips and legs restlessly. She was nicely slick and ready herself, so Ukyo almost decided to forgo the lube, but then considered how nice the warming oil would feel inside her and changed her mind. It was generously applied to the sheath, and all three tormenters took a minute to wonder about the stress limits of the handcuffs as Ryoga yanked desperately against them and whined urgently behind his ball gag. Akane straddled the young man’s legs immediately behind Ukyo, wrapping her arms around the taller girl’s waist and helping to support her as she guided Ryoga’s slick latex wrapped shaft into herself and lowered down on him.

Ukyo’s head fell back and she leaned heavily on Akane as that full hardness slid slowly into her already throbbing and warm depths. She moaned, uttering vague words about how wonderful he felt, while the Tendo girl’s fingers massaged her breasts and her lips nibbled along her shoulder. Ryoga answered her with an echoing moan, pressing himself back against Ranma, shivering chaotically as tears of strain squeezed out from beneath his tightly shut eyelids. The pig tailed boy stroked him, kissing him, muttering softly. Then he glanced at Ukyo, eyes darkened with feverish heat.

"Yer gonna have to work yourself, Ucchan. If he moves too much, he’ll lose it."

"Why don’t you just let him?" Akane, looked around Ukyo’s head, giving Ranma a bit of a fervent glare. Certainly, this was a lot of fun, and Ryoga looked utterly delicious straining and sweating, but he was also quite obviously in pain. She wouldn’t have thought that Ranma would be such a demanding and strict taskmaster.

"Cuz Ryoga don’t cum til I say he can, and he only cums for me," Ranma informed her tightly, closing the line of inquiry with his stern tone. Akane shrugged and turned her attention back to Ukyo, kneading her breasts and helping to support her while the young woman used the strength in her thighs to work herself up and down on Ryoga’s hard shaft.

As Ukyo’s warm inviting inner muscles pulsed and tugged around him, Ryoga groaned and called on all of his strength of will to keep himself as still as possible. He centered on the feel of Ranma’s slender loving fingers petting through his hair, and the soft lilting sound of his seme’s voice as the young man covered his cheek and neck in fluttering kisses and gentle nibbles. "You look so beautiful . . . " Ranma told him in a breathless husky tone that sent almost as much thrill through him as the feel of Ukyo’s pleasing depths.

"You are so beautiful, shaking and trembling, trying so hard to please me . . . " Ranma continued, licking at the tears mingling with the heavy seat on Ryoga’s face. "My beautiful Ryo-kun . . . my koibito . . . you’re doing so well . . . doing so well . . ."

Ukyo cried out suddenly as Ryoga’s hips bucked involuntarily and he impaled her deeper than she had yet dared to go. She was nearly overcome by the intense darting sensation building within her lower regions, the throbbing of her clit and the enveloping folds that slid against the latex covering Ryoga’s shaft. Akane’s body was hot against her back, and the Tendo girl’s fingers were twisting her nipples hard, adding to the shuddering apex that Ukyo was about to reach as she thrust herself up and down, now bold enough to take as much of Ryoga into herself as she could with each stroke. Though not quite as vocal as Akane had been, Ukyo nonetheless produced her share of noises, almost unable to silence herself each time she pushed that hard cock in as deep as it would go.

Ryoga was losing the battle to stay still, now writhing and twisting despite Ranma’s steel hold on him. He fought to keep his hips stationary, knowing that if he started to thrust in retaliation, there would be no way for him to maintain control. He begged mindlessly, pitiful whines muffled uselessly against the ball gag that he bit as deeply into as he could. Ranma’s voice was still low and steady in his ear, even as his arms tightened, and the heat of the pig tailed boy’s arousal became absolutely evident in the hot space between them. Ryoga tried to focus on that, on how splendid Ranma’s own hard firm cock would feel buried to the hilt in his ass. His turn was coming . . . he just had to maintain . . .

"Good . . . " Ranma felt Ryoga settle down a bit, enough to stop him from thrusting his hips at least. He kissed the tortured boy’s ear, nipping lightly. "Maintain Ryo-kun . . . just hold on . . . " Ranma glanced slightly to one side, noticing the _Lumenagerie_ book that still lay on the floor nearby. A quick grin slipped over his face and he turned back to nuzzle in Ryoga’s wild hair. "You’ve been looking at that _Equine_ stuff again, haven’t ya?" he asked purringly then chuckled fondly. "You little pervert . . . "

Ryoga cried out against the gag as Ukyo shuddered around him, her own yelp following his. Ranma smiled wider, and couldn’t resist rubbing his fingers over the Lost Boy’s nipples, just to watch his entire body shudder and feel the answering tensing of his muscles. "Hold on, my sweet P-Chan . . . " he breathed. "You hold on until I tell you otherwise, and I’ll see if Kuno can order us a bridle out of his catalog . . . "

Ranma felt Ryoga try to laugh, despite the shaking and strain, and the Lost Boy swung his head up and opened his eyes, the dark brown crystals sparkling with tears, sweat, and an intense and giddy glow. Ranma flashed him a grin, and Ryoga would have kissed him if it hadn’t been for the gag. As it was, all he could do was thrust his face hopefully toward his seme like a wiggling dog eager for affection. Ranma stroked his hand through Ryoga’s hair and rewarded him with loving kisses all around the ball of the gag.

Neither Ukyo or Akane took any notice of this exchange. They were too concerned with the okonomiyaki chef’s impending orgasm as the girl worked herself hard against Ryoga’s quaking cock, moving faster and faster, helped by Akane’s hold on her waist. Ukyo’s head was resting back on Akane’s shoulder and soft yips were working their way from her throat with every downward thrust. She felt almost ready to shatter apart, certain that she could take no more, only to discover that she could, and she wanted to. She wanted that smooth hard shaft as deep as it could go, and she wanted it repeatedly. The pressure was building within her, solid and demanding, and it took only a firm twist of her nipples from Akane to send Ukyo straight to her climax.

She shuddered hard, nearly shaking herself right off of Ryoga, and moaning long and low. Dizziness plowed into her head, stealing her breath, as repeated washes of pleasure and absolute fulfillment spread through her shivering aching body. It felt wonderful, and Ukyo reveled in it for a long moment, drinking in the quivering feeling while Akane hugged her and worked small cool hands over the heat of Ukyo’s skin.

The warmth dissipated slowly as Ukyo’s body wound itself down and she relaxed against Akane, panting for breath and trying to still her sweeping lightheadedness. Ryoga’s hard cock vibrated within her, and she jerked lightly, finding the sensation pleasant but a bit uncomfortable as all of her female parts were still trying to calm themselves down after such a powerful orgasm. Akane helped to lift her off of Ryoga, and she moaned as the tip of his exquisite latex bound cock slipped out of her and brushed her swollen clit. Akane rolled them to one side, entwining herself with Ukyo so that she could enjoy the shivering heat rising from the young chef’s skin, and give Ranma the room to finally give Ryoga what he deserved.

Ranma wasted no time, as by this point, after watching both Akane and Ukyo take his Ryo-kun to the point of no return, he wanted Ryoga almost as much as Ryoga wanted him. He pressed a kiss against the Lost Boy’s forehead, whispering that it was his turn next, and carefully slid out from under him, lowering him to the floor. Ryoga’s back arched immediately, and he whined, moving his hips fitfully, undulating like a cat in heat, head tipped backwards almost painfully. Ranma crawled along his body, expertly shedding his own clothing as he went; undoing the ties of his shirt and stripping it away, kicking off his own pants and boxers to reveal a hard on at least equal to Ryoga’s. He paused only a moment in his journey to remove the sticky latex sheath from the boy’s rigid member, that action producing another plaintive moan from Ryoga’s throat and causing him to thrust his hips needfully. Ranma also took the time to strip the young man’s boxers off the rest of the way before spreading his legs and taking his place between them.

Ryoga continued to shift, wracked by his extreme need and desire, while Ranma grabbed the lube and slathered it carelessly over his own erection, shutting his eyes for a moment as he massaged himself with his fingers and felt the cool splash of the oily lotion against his heated flesh. Still stroking himself, he glanced down at Ryoga and smiled hazily at how gorgeous the boy looked as he squirmed around on the mat, how fluidly his hips moved and how alert and throbbing his lovely obedient cock was. But even more beautiful than these things was the tortured expression on Ryoga’s pale sweating face. He was a far cry from the angry introverted loner that he pretended to be under more normal circumstances. When caught in the throes of torment and passion this way, all of Ryoga’s buried emotions rose transparently to the surface, and his face was an open book of desire, loyalty and unwavering devotion. In Ranma’s opinion, that was more arousing than anything else.

He reached around Ryoga’s thighs and hiked the boy’s hips up, while Ryoga braced himself against the mat with his bound arms. Extra drops of lube were smeared gently around his inviting puckered opening, though Ranma was careful to flick his fingers into that lovely hole only cursorily. It wasn’t necessary to spread Ryoga open, Ranma knew just what his partner was capable of handling, and he wanted the Lost Boy to fit around him tightly. The helpless young man cried out against the gag at his seme’s feather touch, the muffled sound coming very close to a scream of desperation.

Wrapped together, silky flesh pressed against like, Akane and Ukyo watched with breathless anticipation as Ranma guided Ryoga’s hips into position and the Lost Boy wrapped his legs around the other’s waist. Slowly, eyes half-closed and with an expression of pure bliss on his face, Ranma eased his erection into Ryoga’s ass, feeling the firm pressure work against him until he nudged his way through that tense sphincter and steadily opened Ryoga up to receive him. He had judged Ryoga’s threshold correctly, and although there was some flashing pain for the Lost Boy, no damage was done and Ryoga seemed eager enough to accept the discomfort. He thrust his hips upward as Ranma settled in, leaning down over him like the master he was. They froze together, pausing to get used to filling and being filling, and then Ranma began to pump himself into the bound plaything beneath him.

He started slowly at first, almost teasingly pulling nearly completely out of Ryoga before pushing back in, but it was a tempo that he himself couldn’t maintain for very long. He wanted his Lost Boy and was too turned on to take things easy now. There would be plenty of time for coddling and pampering later. He picked up the pace quickly, looming over Ryoga with his hands braced against the mat on either side of the young man’s body, each forward thrust of his hips causing the tip of Ryoga’s cock to slide along the underside of Ranma’s belly. His koibito buckled and thrashed beneath him, too worked up to maintain a counterpoint to Ranma’s firm fast thrusts, long caterwauling cries drowning behind his gag each time the tip of his seme’s cock dove against his prostrate.

"Little longer . . . " Ranma moaned, his thrusts evolving into slamming stabs that drove through the hot tight passageway of Ryoga’s ass, the friction wrapping around him, massaging him in firm desperation. Ryoga’s noises were undoubtedly muffled screams now, and he was crying, sobbing between thrusts from the sheer torture and extreme pleasure of it all. He knew what Ranma’s words meant . . . he had to maintain just a little longer, until Ranma himself was about to explode, so that they could release together. Ryoga ground the ball of the gag in his teeth, clenching his entire body tightly, trying to ignore the maddening feel of Ranma’s firm belly shifting over his cock.

Ranma was throbbing now as well, lost in the build up that he himself was not disciplined enough to hold back as he expected Ryoga to. Ranma bit his own lips as his hips began to shove beyond his control and he buried his cock as deeply into the Lost Boy as he possibly could, feeling it pulse and spasm as he toppled over the edge of pleasure. He gasped out Ryoga’s name, giving the young man permission to let loose at last, as he pumped, shooting his milky seed almost violently into his uke’s receptive depths.

Ryoga’s whole body lit up, shivering wildy and quite beyond any control. He shrieked against the gag, legs tightening like steel bands around Ranma’s waist as the pig tailed boy’s hot release poured into him. At the same moment, he gave up his own control, and his cock pounded against Ranma’s stomach, cum spurting out like an overdue geyser, splashing against burning tensed muscles. Ranma continued to thrust into him, fueling their mutual orgasm, while they both reached dizzying climax. Ryoga actually blacked out for several precious seconds from the sheer overload, but his body continued without him, finishing up with what he had been denying it for so long.

Fatigue crashed into both of them almost as soon as they were spent, even as delicious aftershocks continued to ripple through their bodies. Ryoga’s legs lost their hold and fell away weakly, while at the same time, Ranma lost the strength to keep himself braced above the Lost Boy and collapsed on top of him fighting to catch his breath. Ryoga’s chest heaved as well, and for several long moments the two young man could only lay there together, slick with sweat, heat and bodily fluids, while they shivered down from their joint high.

"Wow . . . " Akane breathed from within the slowly relaxing embrace of Ukyo’s arms. The two girls had held onto each other tightly while the boys had their turn, both spellbound in utter amazement at the spectacle of two beautiful young men joining together. Neither of them had ever witnessed, or even given thought to, such a poignant illustration of love and dominance.

"Hai . . . " Ukyo agreed slowly. "I think I’ve just been converted to yaoi . . ."

Akane giggled.

Ranma groaned softly and pushed himself back up with his arms. Sweat dripping from his bangs and face, he looked up at Ryoga and smiled faintly. The Lost Boy was still panting, audibly drawing air in through his nose, completely drenched and wildly ruffled. His eyes were shut tightly, and he was rolling his head from side to side restlessly, still caught in the midst of coming down.

Ranma slowly pulled out of him, causing a new shiver to travel up the young man’s spine and eliciting a groan from his throat that sounded like it was on the verge of fearful anticipation. The pig tailed boy hauled himself up over Ryoga’s body, ignoring the stickiness that pulled between them, and lovingly took the Lost Boy’s face in his hands, letting his fingers slip around to unbuckle the gag. Ryoga’s heavy exhausted brown eyes opened, and he locked them with Ranma’s blue ones. As soon at the ball gag was eased out of place, the two boys fairly attacked each other with a grappling soul-deep probing kiss.

The girls watched for a moment, then shared a rather heated kiss of their own, both already aroused again just from watching Ranma take Ryoga. It was a few long minutes before anyone really felt like coming up for something so mundane and basic as air.

Unfortunately, they had to breathe eventually. Ranma pulled out of the breakneck kiss with Ryoga and smiled down at him, touching the tips of their noses together. "Love . . . " he purred softly.

"Love . . . " Ryoga repeated breathlessly, also smiling, eyes shining with absolute adoration.

Ranma nipped his chin lightly, then became all business, pushing himself up and stumbling to his feet, dragging the Lost Boy with him. They were a gooey sweaty mess, and as Ranma turned a weakened and wavering Ryoga around so that he could unlock the cuffs, the young man shook himself, sending droplets of glittering perspiration flying in all directions and nearly knocking himself back off his own feet. Ranma laughed and steadied him.

"I think baths are in order," the pig tailed boy decided, rubbing Ryoga’s wrists to get the circulation flowing properly again. "Then we’ll head over to Kuno’s."

Akane pulled Ukyo up and the two girls set about retrieving everyone’s clothes. She stopped in front of Ryoga and pulled his shirt down, leaning up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek and ruffle a hand through his hair. "Aw Ranma," she said pityingly, giving the Lost Boy a sweet compassionate smile. "He’s exhausted. You’re not honestly thinking about subjecting him to more torture, are you?"

"I’m not forfeiting again," Ranma drawled complainingly, giving Ryoga a little nudge. "You’re up to it, ain’t you Ryo-kun?"

Ryoga blushed a bit but nodded, winking at Akane. "Hai. I can do it. ‘Sides, Ranma promised me a bridle out of Kuno’s catalog."

The youngest Tendo daughter chuckled, still finding it hard to believe that Ranma and Ryoga actually engaged in such activities, even though she had seen and experienced it herself. And she certainly was glad that she had. It was going to be seriously hard to keep this new secret, and keep her hands off Ryoga whenever he was around. She tipped her head in Ranma’s direction speculatively, a twinkle in her eye. She hadn’t had a chance at him yet, but as he had said - the night was still young.

Ranma caught her glance and interpreted it’s meaning. "Nuh-uh, I’m the seme," he shook his head, a sly smile crossing his face as he embraced Ryoga from behind and squeezed. The Lost Boy closed his eyes contentedly and leaned his head back on Ranma’s shoulder.

"Sure, -Ryoga’s- seme. Not mine."

Ukyo stopped beside them, smirking at Akane, a pile of clothing in her arms "So," she began brightly. "How much did I end up owing you?"

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