Part 11 : "The Secret Toy Closet"

>⚠️[NSFW|18+|Blindfolding|Bondage|Teasing|Sensory Deprivation|Guessing Game|Group Play|Sex Toys|Punishments|Light BDSM|Dom/Sub|Multiple Partners]

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The “toy closet” wasn’t a closet at all — it was a padded room behind the third floor studio, hidden by a sliding wall of mirrors and velvet curtains.

Eli had never been in it before. But now, wrists cuffed behind him, collar fastened, and eyes blindfolded by Shikatani himself, he was kneeling on a warm, plush surface that smelled faintly like leather and perfume.

Someone brushed a feather down his chest. Soft. Barely there.

He flinched. “Wh-Who…?”

Laughter.

“That’s the point, puppy,” Yaguchi purred near his ear. “You guess who’s touching you… and what they’re using.”

“And if I get it wrong?” Eli asked, breath shaky.

A hand slapped the inside of his thigh. Not too hard — just enough to make his knees twitch.

“Punishment. Each time,” Toono said from a distance. “And we don’t go easy when you lie.”

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Round 1:

A warm, buzzing object pressed against Eli’s nipple. He gasped, body jerking in his restraints.

“Who?” someone asked.

“S… Shikatani?” he guessed.

Wrong.

Shikatani chuckled from across the room. “I’m over here, sweetheart.”

Snap. The crop landed square across Eli’s ass. He whimpered, throat straining against the collar.

“Try again.”

Round 2:

Something wet slid up his neck. A tongue?

“Yaguchi,” he breathed.

Correct.

“Good boy,” Yaguchi whispered. “I like you best when you’re thinking.”

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Round 3:

Click. Something metallic. Cold cuffs on his ankles. Tight.

Then… silence.

Then a slow, rhythmic toy — inside him.

“Ah—!” he cried, arching. “T-Toono?”

Wrong.

The toy didn’t stop. But the spanking resumed — this time from both sides. One on each cheek.

“Guess again, baby.”

“R-Ren?”

Silence.

Then a sharp, delighted laugh.

“Got it,” Ren murmured against Eli’s temple. “But that was your second try.”

The vibrations rose. So did Eli’s voice.

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By the time the game ended, Eli was a flushed, trembling, overstimulated wreck. Tears leaked from beneath his blindfold, his lips parted in desperate, wordless moans.

They uncuffed him gently. Laid him down on the pillowed floor, blindfold still on, as a dozen hands ran over his skin — massaging, soothing, teasing.

“Who’s touching you now?” Toono whispered.

Eli panted.

“I… I don’t care…”

Yaguchi kissed his temple.

“Good. Because it’s all of us.”