Part 1 : "Collar , Camera , Action"

>⚠️ [NSFW | 18+ | Kinky | Dubcon | Voyeurism | Petplay | Dom/sub themes]

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The room smelled of sweat, cheap cologne, and the faint scent of cherry lube.

Eli stood trembling near the center of the clubroom, surrounded.

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not really.

Transfer student, sure. Pretty face, even more sure. But when he wandered too close to the third-floor music room, he hadn’t expected to be dragged in by Shikatani with a hand on the nape of his neck and a wolfish smile on his lips.

“Fresh meat,” the senior purred from the corner, camera already in hand. Kei, shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest, tongue tracing the rim of a soda can like he was already bored — or just choosing his angle.

“Strip him,” Yaguchi said lazily, seated backward in a chair, his chin on the backrest, watching Eli like prey.

Toono hesitated in the background, chewing his lip, but he didn’t stop them. Not this time.

Eli’s heart pounded. “W-wait, I thought this was—”

Shikatani laughed darkly and tugged Eli’s blazer off with a rough yank. “You thought wrong.”

Eli tried to back away, but Kei stepped forward and lifted his camera. “Eyes here, cutie. If you’re going to scream, at least make it pretty.”

The flash popped. The collar followed.

Black leather, snug around Eli’s throat, buckle locked. A leash clicked on like second nature.

“On your knees,” Yaguchi said. His voice left no room for hesitation. “We like our new pets obedient.”

Eli dropped. The rug scraped his knees, but the club boys liked that — the way he flinched, the way his breath caught. Shikatani ran a hand through Eli’s hair and tugged back hard.

“Open.”

They took turns.

Hands roamed. Tongues teased. Toys were brought out, some of them cruel — vibrating plugs, clamps, a paddle with the club’s crest on the back. Eli whimpered as the paddle struck his thigh, leaving the symbol seared in red. The boys laughed.

Kei never stopped filming.

“Let’s make this official,” the senior said smoothly. “Initiation video. Archive room. Welcome to the club, Eli.”

Toono knelt beside Eli, fingers brushing his flushed cheek. There was gentleness there, a flicker of conflict in his eyes, but it was drowned under the weight of expectation.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered. “Just take it. That’s all you have to do.”

The camera captured everything.

The collar.

The leash.

The first tear slipping down Eli’s cheek — and the grin Yaguchi wore as he licked it off.