Part 12 : "The Word That Ended It All"

>⚠️[18+|SFW, Small Smut|Angst|Orgasm Denial|overstimulation|Safeword|AfterCare|Trust|Sub Drop|Sub/Dub]

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He was trembling before they even began.

Stripped bare but for his collar and a pair of thin, frilly lace panties someone (probably Shikatani) had slipped onto him as a joke, Eli stood surrounded. Blindfold off. Breathing shallow. Hands bound over his head, shackled to a hook hanging from the ceiling.

Toono watched him. So did Yaguchi. Ren was already rolling a toy between his fingers, something sleek, buzzing, and too strong for a warm-up.

“Too quiet, puppy,” Yaguchi said, lifting Eli’s chin. “What’s in that pretty head?”

“I’m ready,” Eli whispered, almost convincingly.

But no one saw how fast his heart was racing.

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The first two orgasms were denied.

Eli had begged, twisted in his restraints, drool on his chin, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. Every time he got close, they pulled back. Changed the toy. Shifted the angle. Spanked. Whispered filth.

The third was taken. Hard.

It wrecked him. Full-body spasms. Tears.

But they weren’t done.

Not yet.

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The fourth toy was too much. Eli whimpered when Ren pressed it into him, still slick from before. His legs were shaking, arms numb from being suspended so long.

“I—I can’t—” he said weakly. “Wait—please, I—”

But Toono kissed him hard, muffling his voice, and Shikatani grabbed his throat—not tightly, but just enough to make his senses fog.

His chest seized.

His brain stopped processing the pleasure as pleasure.

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“Banana!” he choked out, loud this time.

Everything halted.

Instantly.

Toono dropped the toy. Yaguchi yanked his blindfold off. Shikatani cursed under his breath and unhooked the restraints.

Eli collapsed into Ren’s arms, shaking violently, barely breathing.

“Fuck. Fuck.” Ren wrapped around him like a shield. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you, Eli. You’re out. We’re done.”

“Water,” Yaguchi barked, already tugging a warm blanket off the nearby couch. “Get the water—now.”

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They sat with him for nearly an hour.

Toono stroked his hair softly, murmuring apologies over and over.

Yaguchi fed him sips of water. Shikatani wouldn’t stop touching his face, his arms, grounding him.

Eli blinked blearily up at Ren. “I ruined it.”

Ren frowned. “No. You used your word. You protected yourself. That’s everything.”

“But you were all—”

“We don’t matter more than you,” Yaguchi said firmly. “That’s not how this works, puppy.”

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That night, none of them touched him.

Instead, Eli curled between them on the futon, body safe, mind still fragile.

He was held all night. Kissed softly. Called good boy a thousand times.

And the collar stayed on.

Because this wasn’t about punishment or play anymore.

It was about trust.

And he still had theirs.