[Chuuya's eyes widen in continued horror, reflexively glancing around for cameras again. Maybe if he's lucky, Dazai is blocking the camera with his body the way he's standing over Chuuya... But he knows the bastard too well for that to be any real hope. It's more likely there's a camera placed inside the cage itself for a close-up view.]
Bastard. Goddamn bastard. I'm not an exhibitionist!
[Isn't he? This is definitely turning him on. At the very least this should be over quickly, though the awkward position he's in is making jerking himself off harder than it needs to be. He groans, before giving in, allowing himself to tip over onto his side, and then his back, so at least he's not awkwardly trying to hold himself up at the same time.
He's fully aware it's leaving him more exposed to any cameras, but if that's what Dazai wants, he won't get anywhere trying to avoid it. He's also aware that he's going to end up looking like a dog rolling over to expose its belly for its owner, especially with the way he has to hold his legs up in the cramped space, but he's trying his best not to think about it. It's a little bit easier to touch himself like this.]
[... Chuuya are you seriously going to pretend you're not into this?!?! Dazai doesn't even bother saying anything, only giving Chuuya a look. Some levels of playing hard-to-get are not actually attractive, and only extremely silly.
Dazai leans onto the cage, then decided to sit on top of it with his legs pulled up, making sure he's got just enough of a view that he can tell how Chuuya keeps going.]
Never say never. There are many other cages we can still try.
[And yes, he is also thinking of chastity cages. It's not his usual priority - not when Chuuya is pleasantly horny at all times - but it's an option. Definitely worth trying at least once!
Meanwhile, Dazai is enjoying himself in his own way, but not overtly sexually. Soon, he'll have gotten Chuuya to have come twice, but he's not planning to waste his own shot too soon. Maybe he'll save that for round three! Or maybe he'll have Chuuya suck him off or something. No rush in deciding any of that when he's still playing Chuuya like a first generation console.]
[Chuuya groans again at the look Dazai gives him. Being called out by him really shouldn't be a turn on, either. And he could argue that it's not exhibitionism by itself, so it's not a complete lie, but there's no way he'd be able to make a coherent argument. And it doesn't seem important anyway.]
Never. No cages.
[He knows he shouldn't say it. He knows Dazai might take it as a challenge. But he's stubborn. And he's tempted to kick the top of the cage when Dazai sits on it, but it's only a passing thought, forgotten a second later. His orgasm is already so close. He's looking up at Dazai. He's twisting his hand awkwardly in his pants as he jerks himself closer to the edge, twisting his body with it, because it's hard to get that perfect motion like this.
He reaches up his other hand so he can hold onto the bars next to where Dazai is sitting, knuckles not quite touching his thigh. And then he's coming, forgetting to hold back his moans, forgetting to care that the sounds might be caught by the cameras.]
[No cages, indeed. Well, Dazai will get Chuuya on board for it again in some form or other, at some point. But it's not a priority right now. He's currently got Chuuya right where he wants him, after all.
And what a sight it is. Lounging on top of the cage, Dazai enjoys the view. Suddenly, briefly, he feels like the cage hampers him as well, because while he's having fun looking, it's hard not to touch when Chuuya is getting close, if only to claim ownership for something that Dazai admittedly put minimal effort into. But then, isn't that what he always does?
He puts his hand over Chuuya's clenching fingers in the end, though he takes care to only do it at the very last moment before Chuuya comes. He doesn't want his fingers broken, after all. The entire touch might almost have been an illusion, too, because once Chuuya is just about finished coming, Dazai hops off the cage again, and somehow the cage opens, seemingly by itself.]
Well done~! [Dazai beams brightly, not quite the right mood for the situation - but since when does he care about that?] And you claimed you didn't like it...
[Chuuya might not remember. He's not really thinking at the moment, his orgasm wiping all that from his mind, leaving him panting and still moaning softly inside the cage. It doesn't matter though, because Dazai will remember, and Dazai will remind him, and he'll definitely get his way. Chuuya doesn't even make it as difficult for him as he used to, now that they're not not in a relationship.
And it's a problem for future Chuuya anyway. He doesn't even immediately get out of the cage. After a second of just catching his breath, he at least lowers his legs, stretching them partially out of the now open cage. He pulls his hand out of his pants - that's going to be even more of a sticky mess now, and he's not looking forward to the sensation of his too sensitive dick trapped and rubbing against the wet fabric.
He licks the cum off his hand, and then wipes the saliva off against his thigh.]
Bastard. You know why it got me off.
[But it's hard to make himself sound annoyed after an orgasm. Chuuya starts to slide himself out of the cage finally, only rolling onto his stomach once his lower body is clear, then backing out the rest of the way on all fours. With each movement the plug reminds him that Dazai still isn't finished torturing him.]
You're really making me solve all this on hard mode...
[Dazai knows everything (more or less), so he doesn't argue that point, leaning against some impressive-looking prop or other with no attention paid to it at all. Instead, his focus is on Chuuya, albeit lazily. Dazai has more in mind, sure, but the human body does have its limits. He kind of regrets not arranging for a plate of snacks and drinks or something: it would have been a nice way to take a quick break! But he supposes he shouldn't spoil Chuuya too much, anyway. Maybe later.]
You'd be bored if it wasn't hard mode.
[Or maybe he's projecting a little, but he's pretty sure it still applies. Then again, Dazai himself is hard mode regardless of the circumstances, so maybe it's not strictly necessary to make things even harder...? Too bad if that's the case, though: Dazai needs his fun, too!]
[Boring wouldn't be the right word for it, but he still wouldn't want it any other way. Even if it's humiliating. Even if he doesn't know who's watching. Even if he knows it's going to leave him wrecked. He's already having to remind himself to keep moving, feeling a little worn out and boneless after that second orgasm, and he can feel his body objecting to the way the plug is already trying to get him interested in round three.
He's still on all fours. He looks up at Dazai, head tilted back to meet his eyes. The bastard is too damn hot even when he's not towering over him and looking that pleased. Chuuya's eyes briefly drop to his crotch as if to check that he's getting off on this, too (there's a part of him that already just wants to beg for it even if he's in no way ready for another round), but he quickly lifts his gaze again, and then starts pushing up his body. He's doing this.]
I already figured out the next clue anyway.
[He thinks. It's hard to think. He's definitely walking a bit awkwardly, trying not to shift the plug or cause friction, biting back a few whimpers that he knows Dazai will still catch.]
[That's a dog for you: always hungry for a bone! Dazai isn't sporting a raging boner, as it happens, but that doesn't mean he's not enjoying himself. It's just that the mental excitement always comes long before the physical. The physical can catch up quickly enough, when the time comes!
Dazai looks on curiously as Chuuya continues. Has he really figured out the next clue? Well... it's not like Chuuya isn't smart in his own way, but Dazai is still a bit surprised if Chuuya's managed to keep his other head in the game as well.
It's kind of heartwarming (or dickwarming!) to see Chuuya soldier on, regardless, and Dazai can't help a soft smile, though he tries to make sure not to show it while Chuuya is looking at him. "No point if it's not a challenge," indeed. There's something truly adorable about Chuuya's particular brand of stupidity.]
That is impressive.
[He doesn't mind saying that. He can always pretend it's sarcastic.
Meanwhile, Dazai isn't even pretending like he's helping with the escape room at all. He should. He could. But he's having more fun witnessing Chuuya trying so very hard, so why would he contribute, himself?]
[Chuuya isn't too disappointed that Dazai isn't fully hard. He knows how he works, and he knows that Dazai is enjoying this. After all, he set this up, there are few things Dazai enjoys more than getting his way, especially if it involves Chuuya torturing himself for him.
Well, and for whoever is on the other side of that camera, but it's easier if he doesn't think about that too much. Dazai is the only one here who matters to Chuuya.]
If the cage was just a trap, then it's obvious.
[But he sounds surprised - and honestly pleased - by the compliment. It's enough to make him want to push himself a little more, just to be praised like that again. It's always been weird to him how much he craves those words whenever he's submitting like this, when the idea that he might need approval at all would normally just piss him off and get him defensive.
It's not going to be easy, though. His brain is definitely more than a little fried, and the plug is a constant distraction, but he's stubborn.]
What will you do if the werewolf manages to escape your dungeons after all?
[Dazai leans a shoulder against the Saint Andrew's cross, because it's actually not uncomfortable, and standing is definitely way too much effort. Besides, this is an easy way to keep an eye on Chuuya without following him around. He can always breathe in Chuuya's neck again later.]
Now there's a good question!
[His tone suggests it's not that great a question at all, but he'll generously answer anyway. Or, rather: he'll bring the focus back to the actually important point.]
The question is: does the werewolf still want to escape?
[Of course Dazai doesn't answer. It's a valid counter-question, but Chuuya is still tempted to refuse to answer, just on principle. It's a good principle. Except after two orgasms, there's not much fight left in him, and he's using it all on solving this puzzle.]
I want to prove that I can. [Which isn't the same thing as wanting to escape at all. He picks up a couple of props, looks at them, then slots one in to unlock a drawer. See? He had figured something out!] -- For you.
[The last part is said in a lower voice, harder to catch, because he's not sure why he's admitting it. It's gross, is what it is. But this game was always about entertaining Dazai. And Chuuya wants Dazai's attention on him. He wants more than just that.]
Shit, why is the next part across the room...
[He'll walk over there, very stiffly, very awkwardly, biting the insides of his cheeks to prevent any sounds from escaping.]
[Awwwwwwww look at the cute murderpuppy!! He's so adorable, Dazai could die. (And he still kinda hopes he does. But he supposes that death will come, whether he hurries it along or not.)
Given that he definitely heard Chuuya's confession, Dazai leaves his lazy leaning position to catch up with Chuuya - not exactly difficult, considering the circumstances.]
Chuuya...
[Dazai isn't going to try to stop Chuuya, but he does put a hand on his head, gently stroking it. Really, Chuuya has proven that he could beat the escape room, even with the special handicaps that Dazai put in place. It's fine; he doesn't have to go through the formalities of actually finishing the rest of the required actions, unless he really, really wants to.]
You've proven yourself already. Rather than escaping... how about spending a few more minutes locked up, hmm?
[It seems a shame not to use that cross, after all. And, hey, it's a lot closer to where they are than the next step of the escape room solution is! So it would even save Chuuya some oversensitive steps!!
Dazai is not going to insist, though: they can always finish up the game here, and see about continuing their other game at home. The choice is Chuuya's. Dazai has already acknowledged Chuuya's accomplishments, regardless.]
[Dazai wouldn't have needed to do anything more to stop Chuuya. He's immediately pausing, leaning his head into Dazai's hand, and then, because it feels natural - even though these things should never feel natural to him - turns and just fully leans his body into Dazai's. He'd be embarrassed if he actually thought about it, but his brain is wiped.
And he likes the sound of Dazai's voice. It's not a tone he uses very often at all.]
So that was your plan.
[Chuuya is assuming he would have ended up trapped again one way or another, if Dazai wanted him to be. But this does sound like he's somehow earned himself a reprieve. Except that Dazai's offer is for him to keep torturing Chuuya, so can he really call it a reprieve?
Well. A softening of his sentence, maybe. And giving in to him would feel good. Torture feels different when he's fully submitting.
He really doesn't want to keep thinking.]
Let me guess, with at least one camera pointed straight at me? [Another thing he doesn't want to think about.] -- Fine. My legs won't hold me up much longer, there's no way I'd actually get away.
[Well, well... It seems like Dazai has done an even better job of softening up Chuuya than he thought! So much the better. He puts a careful arm around Chuuya at the leaning, just in case. Maybe Dazai can't offer much in the way of real, actual physical support, but it's the thought that counts!
The cross was hardly Dazai's one and only plan, or even the most important one, but it was a plan, and a nicely aesthetic one at that. It's even better when Chuuya is relatively malleable, and all Dazai really needs to do is fuck him. The fact that the arm and leg cuffs will help keep Chuuya up is just a bonus.]
Of course this is getting filmed. [There are heavy undertones of DUH in his voice, before Dazai switches moods again.] But... this part, nobody else gets to see.
[He's not necessarily letting anyone see any of the rest, either, honestly. But he will make a hard promise for this part, anyway!
It's only a few steps to the cross, but Dazai lets Chuuya take his time with it, holding and encouraging him, but not forcing him ahead. Then it's just a matter of grabbing Chuuya's wrists, one by one, and slowly lifting them up towards the cuffs. Again, Dazai isn't forcing anything; with some imagination, one might think he is making Chuuya do everything himself. There's only the gentlest of guidance.]
[Chuuya can push himself to keep going for a long time, if he has to. He probably could have now, too. But he has permission not to, he has permission to let go, and so it didn't matter how stubborn he can be. It had been an incredibly easy flip to switch.
He hadn't wanted to escape. He'd wanted this. He'd wanted to keep working hard until he was given this. He allows Dazai to guide him where he wants him, enjoying the arm around him, even if it's not exactly holding him up.]
Do I even want to know how often you've filmed things?
[Probably not. Chuuya steps up onto the small footrests meant to hold him in place as he's been strapped in, and raises his arms up above his head. Even those movements feel too sensitive now.]
Should just let you get some bigger toys like this for the apartment, so you don't have to do this to me in public.
[He knows that's not why they're doing it in public.]
Should I share my password with you so you can see for yourself?
[... He's probably kidding. Probably. Honestly, it's not like he often goes back to what photos and recordings he does have, because there's little point: that's just second-hand enjoyment at best, and he can have the real deal if and when he wants it, for the most part.
But he probably does have a thing or two. You never know when it comes in handy!]
Mhm. Too bad your cellar is filled with wine.
[You could have had a sex dungeon, Chuuya! Your priorities are absurd. :/
With Chuuya's hands locked in, Dazai is free to slide Chuuya's pants down, putting in the half-assed effort of getting one leg out of them. That's all he needs for full access, after all! Chuuya can just deal with standing there with one leg fully clothed, and the other naked and without a shoe. Dazai gives Chuuya's ass a light pat.]
I definitely don't want to actually watch any of it.
[He's not sure if watching it after the fact would be just as humiliating as experiencing it - or maybe even more so. He'd probably be more embarrassed seeing his own actions after Dazai has worn him down enough to make him give in. The way he needs touch and praise so much. The way he'd do almost anything to get it. The way he just wants to curl up into Dazai afterwards.
But it's not like he's worried about that now - because Dazai already has him at that stage. He starts to kick off the other shoe, but when Dazai tells him to spread, he's immediately obeying instead.]
There's the dojo.
[Or the spare bedroom he turned into a dojo/home gym, since he doesn't actually use it that much. He usually works out elsewhere.]
[With Chuuya's legs spread, it's easy to lock those into place as well, so Dazai crouches in order to do just that, wrapping the padded cuffs around Chuuya's ankles before strapping them in. In retrospect, the fact that this cross is of reasonable quality should have been a sure sign that it was not just a prop - but then, it's not difficult to make things seem worse than they are. Chuuya does tend to expect quality, anyway.]
So there is. Let's consider redecorating it later, hmm?
[They are a little bit occupied at the moment, after all. Not that Dazai minds if they keep talking about their future sex dungeon, but he enjoys it when Chuuya is incapable of thinking (in even his usual, weird ways, that is!), so he means to take advantage of how far he's gotten Chuuya at the moment.
Straightening himself, he pushes against the plug, then starts playing with it, pulling it back a little before letting it go back in.]
[It's weird, the way being restrained by Dazai makes him feel. His feet don't have a lot to stand on, and there's a sensation that he could tip over, if he shifted his weight wrong. He knows the cuffs would hold him up, but he's not used to feeling unbalanced at all, and he has to remind himself not to overcompensate.
Not that he'll have much control over his own actions for long. Dazai only has to toy with that plug for a second, and Chuuya's body is already jerking, overstimulated and tired, the spark of pleasure a little too much this soon. Chuuya moans - except it's a little too high pitched to really call it a moan.]
Shit. It's been like five minutes.
[He did sign up for being tortured. It could be worse - Dazai could have forced even more orgasms out of him.]
[Is that a complaint? It sure sounds like a complaint! And Dazai thought he was supposed to throw a dog a bone... Tsk tsk.]
Should I give you some more time, then?
[Like, if Chuuya really wants to drag things out even longer, they can! Because Dazai is a kind and compassionate partner that way.
Or a fucker who has no problem with torturing Chuuya even longer, but, yanno... Details. Dazai continues toying with the plug regardless, almost pensively. At least he's not touching Chuuya's dick yet! ... Or maybe that's not actually a good thing.]
[Chuuya's body actually jerks again in response to those words. That's not what he meant, Dazai knows that, the bastard. But Dazai never said anything about how long Chuuya would be strapped to this cross, either.]
No. I can take it. I'll take whatever you want me to.
[For Dazai. It wasn't just true earlier.
His dick isn't actually hard again yet, but that says nothing about how much this is getting to Chuuya. It will get there. His body trembles, and his mind is so close to giving in, to forgetting about everything that isn't Dazai, even forgetting about where they are and the cameras in the room. It's a buzzing, electric feeling that just wipes out everything else. He wants it.
It doesn't stop his body from trying to squirm away from the stimulation when Dazai keeps teasing, but then it's not like it will get him anywhere.]
[Perhaps Chuuya's only bit of good fortune here - apart from the orgasms, that is - is that Dazai is lazy by nature, and unlikely to drag this out very much longer. But then, Dazai knows exactly how long he does need to drag things out for maximum effect, so let's not get too hopeful yet! He pulls the plug almost all the way out before letting it pull back in a bit, stretching Chuuya as much as he can without stopping the torture.]
Good boy.
[With that, he pulls the plug out. It's about time for him to have some physical funtime, too.]
[Chuuya always tries to predict the pattern when Dazai plays with a toy inside him like that, and Dazai never sticks to any pattern at all. Chuuya stutters out a moan and tries to clench around the plug, tries to control the stimulation, because if he knows what's coming it's less overwhelming. But the second he's used to the feeling, Dazai is pulling it out, and Chuuya is left feeling incredibly empty and completely vulnerable.
But at least now he knows what's coming. And he's definitely looking forward to it. No matter how many times Dazai has made him come, it wouldn't feel right if he didn't also fuck Chuuya in the end, even when he's at the point where he can't take any more at all.
But he can take a little bit more still. And that praise immediately makes his dick try to stand up again. He has a feeling this will feel good in the way that hurts.]
[As he teases Chuuya, Dazai frees himself from his pants too, giving himself a few strokes with his spare hand to get properly hard. (Clearly he deserves it more than Chuuya, anyway!)]
Tut-tut. No barking, now.
[He really shouldn't fuck Chuuya anymore after that, but un(?)fortunately Dazai is too aroused, now, to bother holding himself back. To his ever-lasting but long-accepted regret, he wants this too.
Still holding the plug, he prods one of Chuuya's ass cheeks with the tip of it by way of "punishment" - not that it actually hurts, or anything remotely close to it, but it's something to do, and hopefully it will get Chuuya wondering if Dazai is just going to reinsert the plug. He might, after all. You really never know for sure.
But he doesn't. With Chuuya spread out for him, and with the cross to keep Chuuya in place, it's not difficult for Dazai to push himself right inside with minimal guidance or other effort.]
[At least Chuuya is smart enough to shut up at that warning. He doesn't want to, he wants to say whatever it will take to get Dazai's cock in him, he'll beg for it if he has to. And for a second he's worried he won't get it. He feels the plug, braces himself for being tortured even longer, bites the insides of his cheeks to remind himself to stay quiet.
Well, not quiet. Dazai pushes in without warning, and Chuuya groans, a mixture of pain and pleasure and then relief. Out of habit he tries to angle his body to make it better for Dazai, but restrained like this there's nothing he can do except take it. His legs shift. His hands try to find something to hold onto for leverage.
He feels like he might lose his balance if he keeps trying. He drops his head forward, frustrated, desperate, needy, obvious from the sounds he's making. He really can't stay quiet for a second.]
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Bastard. Goddamn bastard. I'm not an exhibitionist!
[Isn't he? This is definitely turning him on. At the very least this should be over quickly, though the awkward position he's in is making jerking himself off harder than it needs to be. He groans, before giving in, allowing himself to tip over onto his side, and then his back, so at least he's not awkwardly trying to hold himself up at the same time.
He's fully aware it's leaving him more exposed to any cameras, but if that's what Dazai wants, he won't get anywhere trying to avoid it. He's also aware that he's going to end up looking like a dog rolling over to expose its belly for its owner, especially with the way he has to hold his legs up in the cramped space, but he's trying his best not to think about it. It's a little bit easier to touch himself like this.]
Never letting you get me in a cage again.
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Dazai leans onto the cage, then decided to sit on top of it with his legs pulled up, making sure he's got just enough of a view that he can tell how Chuuya keeps going.]
Never say never. There are many other cages we can still try.
[And yes, he is also thinking of chastity cages. It's not his usual priority - not when Chuuya is pleasantly horny at all times - but it's an option. Definitely worth trying at least once!
Meanwhile, Dazai is enjoying himself in his own way, but not overtly sexually. Soon, he'll have gotten Chuuya to have come twice, but he's not planning to waste his own shot too soon. Maybe he'll save that for round three! Or maybe he'll have Chuuya suck him off or something. No rush in deciding any of that when he's still playing Chuuya like a first generation console.]
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Never. No cages.
[He knows he shouldn't say it. He knows Dazai might take it as a challenge. But he's stubborn. And he's tempted to kick the top of the cage when Dazai sits on it, but it's only a passing thought, forgotten a second later. His orgasm is already so close. He's looking up at Dazai. He's twisting his hand awkwardly in his pants as he jerks himself closer to the edge, twisting his body with it, because it's hard to get that perfect motion like this.
He reaches up his other hand so he can hold onto the bars next to where Dazai is sitting, knuckles not quite touching his thigh. And then he's coming, forgetting to hold back his moans, forgetting to care that the sounds might be caught by the cameras.]
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[No cages, indeed. Well, Dazai will get Chuuya on board for it again in some form or other, at some point. But it's not a priority right now. He's currently got Chuuya right where he wants him, after all.
And what a sight it is. Lounging on top of the cage, Dazai enjoys the view. Suddenly, briefly, he feels like the cage hampers him as well, because while he's having fun looking, it's hard not to touch when Chuuya is getting close, if only to claim ownership for something that Dazai admittedly put minimal effort into. But then, isn't that what he always does?
He puts his hand over Chuuya's clenching fingers in the end, though he takes care to only do it at the very last moment before Chuuya comes. He doesn't want his fingers broken, after all. The entire touch might almost have been an illusion, too, because once Chuuya is just about finished coming, Dazai hops off the cage again, and somehow the cage opens, seemingly by itself.]
Well done~! [Dazai beams brightly, not quite the right mood for the situation - but since when does he care about that?] And you claimed you didn't like it...
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And it's a problem for future Chuuya anyway. He doesn't even immediately get out of the cage. After a second of just catching his breath, he at least lowers his legs, stretching them partially out of the now open cage. He pulls his hand out of his pants - that's going to be even more of a sticky mess now, and he's not looking forward to the sensation of his too sensitive dick trapped and rubbing against the wet fabric.
He licks the cum off his hand, and then wipes the saliva off against his thigh.]
Bastard. You know why it got me off.
[But it's hard to make himself sound annoyed after an orgasm. Chuuya starts to slide himself out of the cage finally, only rolling onto his stomach once his lower body is clear, then backing out the rest of the way on all fours. With each movement the plug reminds him that Dazai still isn't finished torturing him.]
You're really making me solve all this on hard mode...
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You'd be bored if it wasn't hard mode.
[Or maybe he's projecting a little, but he's pretty sure it still applies. Then again, Dazai himself is hard mode regardless of the circumstances, so maybe it's not strictly necessary to make things even harder...? Too bad if that's the case, though: Dazai needs his fun, too!]
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[Boring wouldn't be the right word for it, but he still wouldn't want it any other way. Even if it's humiliating. Even if he doesn't know who's watching. Even if he knows it's going to leave him wrecked. He's already having to remind himself to keep moving, feeling a little worn out and boneless after that second orgasm, and he can feel his body objecting to the way the plug is already trying to get him interested in round three.
He's still on all fours. He looks up at Dazai, head tilted back to meet his eyes. The bastard is too damn hot even when he's not towering over him and looking that pleased. Chuuya's eyes briefly drop to his crotch as if to check that he's getting off on this, too (there's a part of him that already just wants to beg for it even if he's in no way ready for another round), but he quickly lifts his gaze again, and then starts pushing up his body. He's doing this.]
I already figured out the next clue anyway.
[He thinks. It's hard to think. He's definitely walking a bit awkwardly, trying not to shift the plug or cause friction, biting back a few whimpers that he knows Dazai will still catch.]
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Dazai looks on curiously as Chuuya continues. Has he really figured out the next clue? Well... it's not like Chuuya isn't smart in his own way, but Dazai is still a bit surprised if Chuuya's managed to keep his other head in the game as well.
It's kind of heartwarming (or dickwarming!) to see Chuuya soldier on, regardless, and Dazai can't help a soft smile, though he tries to make sure not to show it while Chuuya is looking at him. "No point if it's not a challenge," indeed. There's something truly adorable about Chuuya's particular brand of stupidity.]
That is impressive.
[He doesn't mind saying that. He can always pretend it's sarcastic.
Meanwhile, Dazai isn't even pretending like he's helping with the escape room at all. He should. He could. But he's having more fun witnessing Chuuya trying so very hard, so why would he contribute, himself?]
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Well, and for whoever is on the other side of that camera, but it's easier if he doesn't think about that too much. Dazai is the only one here who matters to Chuuya.]
If the cage was just a trap, then it's obvious.
[But he sounds surprised - and honestly pleased - by the compliment. It's enough to make him want to push himself a little more, just to be praised like that again. It's always been weird to him how much he craves those words whenever he's submitting like this, when the idea that he might need approval at all would normally just piss him off and get him defensive.
It's not going to be easy, though. His brain is definitely more than a little fried, and the plug is a constant distraction, but he's stubborn.]
What will you do if the werewolf manages to escape your dungeons after all?
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Now there's a good question!
[His tone suggests it's not that great a question at all, but he'll generously answer anyway. Or, rather: he'll bring the focus back to the actually important point.]
The question is: does the werewolf still want to escape?
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I want to prove that I can. [Which isn't the same thing as wanting to escape at all. He picks up a couple of props, looks at them, then slots one in to unlock a drawer. See? He had figured something out!] -- For you.
[The last part is said in a lower voice, harder to catch, because he's not sure why he's admitting it. It's gross, is what it is. But this game was always about entertaining Dazai. And Chuuya wants Dazai's attention on him. He wants more than just that.]
Shit, why is the next part across the room...
[He'll walk over there, very stiffly, very awkwardly, biting the insides of his cheeks to prevent any sounds from escaping.]
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Given that he definitely heard Chuuya's confession, Dazai leaves his lazy leaning position to catch up with Chuuya - not exactly difficult, considering the circumstances.]
Chuuya...
[Dazai isn't going to try to stop Chuuya, but he does put a hand on his head, gently stroking it. Really, Chuuya has proven that he could beat the escape room, even with the special handicaps that Dazai put in place. It's fine; he doesn't have to go through the formalities of actually finishing the rest of the required actions, unless he really, really wants to.]
You've proven yourself already. Rather than escaping... how about spending a few more minutes locked up, hmm?
[It seems a shame not to use that cross, after all. And, hey, it's a lot closer to where they are than the next step of the escape room solution is! So it would even save Chuuya some oversensitive steps!!
Dazai is not going to insist, though: they can always finish up the game here, and see about continuing their other game at home. The choice is Chuuya's. Dazai has already acknowledged Chuuya's accomplishments, regardless.]
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And he likes the sound of Dazai's voice. It's not a tone he uses very often at all.]
So that was your plan.
[Chuuya is assuming he would have ended up trapped again one way or another, if Dazai wanted him to be. But this does sound like he's somehow earned himself a reprieve. Except that Dazai's offer is for him to keep torturing Chuuya, so can he really call it a reprieve?
Well. A softening of his sentence, maybe. And giving in to him would feel good. Torture feels different when he's fully submitting.
He really doesn't want to keep thinking.]
Let me guess, with at least one camera pointed straight at me? [Another thing he doesn't want to think about.] -- Fine. My legs won't hold me up much longer, there's no way I'd actually get away.
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The cross was hardly Dazai's one and only plan, or even the most important one, but it was a plan, and a nicely aesthetic one at that. It's even better when Chuuya is relatively malleable, and all Dazai really needs to do is fuck him. The fact that the arm and leg cuffs will help keep Chuuya up is just a bonus.]
Of course this is getting filmed. [There are heavy undertones of DUH in his voice, before Dazai switches moods again.] But... this part, nobody else gets to see.
[He's not necessarily letting anyone see any of the rest, either, honestly. But he will make a hard promise for this part, anyway!
It's only a few steps to the cross, but Dazai lets Chuuya take his time with it, holding and encouraging him, but not forcing him ahead. Then it's just a matter of grabbing Chuuya's wrists, one by one, and slowly lifting them up towards the cuffs. Again, Dazai isn't forcing anything; with some imagination, one might think he is making Chuuya do everything himself. There's only the gentlest of guidance.]
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He hadn't wanted to escape. He'd wanted this. He'd wanted to keep working hard until he was given this. He allows Dazai to guide him where he wants him, enjoying the arm around him, even if it's not exactly holding him up.]
Do I even want to know how often you've filmed things?
[Probably not. Chuuya steps up onto the small footrests meant to hold him in place as he's been strapped in, and raises his arms up above his head. Even those movements feel too sensitive now.]
Should just let you get some bigger toys like this for the apartment, so you don't have to do this to me in public.
[He knows that's not why they're doing it in public.]
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[... He's probably kidding. Probably. Honestly, it's not like he often goes back to what photos and recordings he does have, because there's little point: that's just second-hand enjoyment at best, and he can have the real deal if and when he wants it, for the most part.
But he probably does have a thing or two. You never know when it comes in handy!]
Mhm. Too bad your cellar is filled with wine.
[You could have had a sex dungeon, Chuuya! Your priorities are absurd. :/
With Chuuya's hands locked in, Dazai is free to slide Chuuya's pants down, putting in the half-assed effort of getting one leg out of them. That's all he needs for full access, after all! Chuuya can just deal with standing there with one leg fully clothed, and the other naked and without a shoe. Dazai gives Chuuya's ass a light pat.]
Spread.
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[He's not sure if watching it after the fact would be just as humiliating as experiencing it - or maybe even more so. He'd probably be more embarrassed seeing his own actions after Dazai has worn him down enough to make him give in. The way he needs touch and praise so much. The way he'd do almost anything to get it. The way he just wants to curl up into Dazai afterwards.
But it's not like he's worried about that now - because Dazai already has him at that stage. He starts to kick off the other shoe, but when Dazai tells him to spread, he's immediately obeying instead.]
There's the dojo.
[Or the spare bedroom he turned into a dojo/home gym, since he doesn't actually use it that much. He usually works out elsewhere.]
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So there is. Let's consider redecorating it later, hmm?
[They are a little bit occupied at the moment, after all. Not that Dazai minds if they keep talking about their future sex dungeon, but he enjoys it when Chuuya is incapable of thinking (in even his usual, weird ways, that is!), so he means to take advantage of how far he's gotten Chuuya at the moment.
Straightening himself, he pushes against the plug, then starts playing with it, pulling it back a little before letting it go back in.]
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Not that he'll have much control over his own actions for long. Dazai only has to toy with that plug for a second, and Chuuya's body is already jerking, overstimulated and tired, the spark of pleasure a little too much this soon. Chuuya moans - except it's a little too high pitched to really call it a moan.]
Shit. It's been like five minutes.
[He did sign up for being tortured. It could be worse - Dazai could have forced even more orgasms out of him.]
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Should I give you some more time, then?
[Like, if Chuuya really wants to drag things out even longer, they can! Because Dazai is a kind and compassionate partner that way.
Or a fucker who has no problem with torturing Chuuya even longer, but, yanno... Details. Dazai continues toying with the plug regardless, almost pensively. At least he's not touching Chuuya's dick
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No. I can take it. I'll take whatever you want me to.
[For Dazai. It wasn't just true earlier.
His dick isn't actually hard again yet, but that says nothing about how much this is getting to Chuuya. It will get there. His body trembles, and his mind is so close to giving in, to forgetting about everything that isn't Dazai, even forgetting about where they are and the cameras in the room. It's a buzzing, electric feeling that just wipes out everything else. He wants it.
It doesn't stop his body from trying to squirm away from the stimulation when Dazai keeps teasing, but then it's not like it will get him anywhere.]
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Good boy.
[With that, he pulls the plug out. It's about time for him to have some physical funtime, too.]
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But at least now he knows what's coming. And he's definitely looking forward to it. No matter how many times Dazai has made him come, it wouldn't feel right if he didn't also fuck Chuuya in the end, even when he's at the point where he can't take any more at all.
But he can take a little bit more still. And that praise immediately makes his dick try to stand up again. He has a feeling this will feel good in the way that hurts.]
Could be better. Come on.
[Don't leave him feeling empty.]
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Tut-tut. No barking, now.
[He really shouldn't fuck Chuuya anymore after that, but un(?)fortunately Dazai is too aroused, now, to bother holding himself back. To his ever-lasting but long-accepted regret, he wants this too.
Still holding the plug, he prods one of Chuuya's ass cheeks with the tip of it by way of "punishment" - not that it actually hurts, or anything remotely close to it, but it's something to do, and hopefully it will get Chuuya wondering if Dazai is just going to reinsert the plug. He might, after all. You really never know for sure.
But he doesn't. With Chuuya spread out for him, and with the cross to keep Chuuya in place, it's not difficult for Dazai to push himself right inside with minimal guidance or other effort.]
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Well, not quiet. Dazai pushes in without warning, and Chuuya groans, a mixture of pain and pleasure and then relief. Out of habit he tries to angle his body to make it better for Dazai, but restrained like this there's nothing he can do except take it. His legs shift. His hands try to find something to hold onto for leverage.
He feels like he might lose his balance if he keeps trying. He drops his head forward, frustrated, desperate, needy, obvious from the sounds he's making. He really can't stay quiet for a second.]
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