-Under wear all tidied away, 38 bust just for a day-
adam ant
Sai peered in the bag Rowan held out in front of him, Rowan's mouth curved in a small smile. Sai looked back up at him, deeply confused.
"Well?" Rowan asked. "What do you think?"
Sai put a hand behind his head. "You want me to put that on?"
Rowan nodded eagerly, pushing the bag towards him once again.
"But.." Sai mumbled. "..it's a dress."
"And some thigh highs and underwear. Oh! Don't forget!" Rowan picked up another bag that was laying on the floor. "Your shoes."
Sai let Rowan shove the bags into his arms numbly, his green eyes staring down at them. "You sure you want me to-"
"Yes!" Rowan said shoving him into the bathroom, "..and hurry up." He shut the door.
Sai opened it again, only a few inches. "Ro-chan, you'll remember to lock the door won't you?"
Rowan nodded impatiently, pulling the door closed again.
Sai opened it again. "Ro-Rowan? You promise um..not to..to tell the guys about this?" His voice was terribly small.
v v v
Rowan looked up from his magazine when the bathroom door opened.
His mouth dropped open.
Sai stood, looking down, shifting from foot to foot. He had put on the short white sundress Rowan had bought him, the ivory buttons running down the front, the sleeves long enough to cover the unfeminine muscles of his upper arms. The dress ended smartly, not even mid-thigh, showing several inches of leg until his gaze fell on the solid white thigh high stockings. Rowan stared down at the shiny white baby doll shoes that Sai shifted nervously on.
Rowan couldn't believe it. Sai was absolutely charming. He made the perfect young girl. Rowan smiled at him, Sai had his head turned down and away but he was looking at Rowan anxiously from the corner of his eye, twisting a lock of auburn hair around a finger.
"Sai! " Rowan gasped. "You look ... beautiful."
Sai's face blushed, staining his cheeks pink, making him look even more endearing. Rowan noted with satisfaction that he had gotten everything on okay, except the stockings which were a little twisted. Rowan suddenly frown. "You did put on the under wear didn't you?"
Sai nodded, his hand going up under the filmy dress hem to adjust himself, effectively shattering the image for a moment. "It hurts, " he complained, "..it's so binding!"
"What about the bra?" He asked sternly.
Sai nodded again, his hands going to his chest, looking like a girl feeling herself up. "It itches a bit." His hands absently rubbing the area.
"Come here." Rowan murmured, wanting to touch his body through the new clothes.
Sai walked forward boyishly, the shiny vinyl shoes making his feet look so small. He stopped in front of Rowan, adjusting himself in Rowan's face, this time above the dress. Rowan touched the tops of the white thigh highs, yanking them around and straightening them. Curious, he lifted the hem of Sai's dress just a little, enough to see the tight white satin panties he was wearing, cruelly constraining his sex. To his surprise, Sai's hands quickly yanked the hem from him and pulled the dress back down to his thighs.
"Rowan!" He admonished, his face blushing enticingly once again. "Stop that!"
Rowan stood and backed him up against a chair, shoving Sai back into it. He noticed Sai didn't notice his dress ride up, almost to his crotch. His legs were slightly apart as if he was wearing pants. The boyishness of his gestures were so confusing against his feminine appearance. Rowan swallowed.
"I don't know about this Rowan! Dressed like this .. I feel so-.."
"Spread 'em," Rowan demanded kneeling down, his hands pulling apart Sai's thighs, letting his hands slide down the smooth skin then onto the silky feel of the snow white hose.
Sai reluctantly spread his legs for Rowan, one knee going over the arm of the chair, the other coming up, his white shoe with it's small heel, on the table behind Rowan.
Rowan looked at him for a moment, he seemed like a bored girl, sulking, threatening to pout. His green eyes betrayed the illusion however. They were wide and uncertain.
Sliding his hands up from Sai's tense thighs and then pushing up his dress to his hips, Rowan exposed his lower stomach and the satin between legs. Sai had began to breath faster, his chest heaving under the white bodice of the dress, the outline of the bra barely visible. Rowan pulled the white satin aside, freeing his constrained sex. He took the length of Sai's sex into his mouth, his hands on the bare skin above the white hose.
Sai moaned softly, his head going back, the heel of his baby doll shoe clicking against the side of the chair. "Oh, Rowan, are you sure we should be doing this?" He breathed, one hand running down his own leg, his head back. "What if the others come hom"
"Shhh." Rowan murmured from between his legs.
Sai felt his thighs shudder then stiffen under Rowan's hands when he finally came, his head thrown back against the chair in a sweat. He couldn't remember when, if Rowan ever had, been so intent on him. His mind still reeling from the attention of Rowan's mouth, Rowan shoved him back into place and tugged the white satin back over him, making him grimace slightly, his sex flattened up and under his body.
"Oh Rowan.." Sai moaned, writhing under his cruel hands in the broad arm chair Sai was straddling. "That hurts so much, couldn't I just-"
"No." Rowan smirked at him. "You look fine just like that." He patted his work.
Sai snaked his hand down in-between his legs adjusting what Rowan had forced behind the tight white satin, the sundress pushed absently up on his stomach. Rowan was staring at Sai, watching him touch himself, Rowan's own hands going down Sai's legs then to his ankles, feeling the smooth white heeled shoes he was wearing. Lightly fingering the delicate white plastic strap that wrapped around the top of his foot, Rowan smiled at him. Sai half smiled back at him, somewhat breathless, his hands sliding up to his chest, where the itchy bra was pressed against his skin. He tugged at it, trying to loosen it but only making it slap back onto his chest, a small sound of frustration coming from him.
"Rowan, can I take this off now?" Sai asked and then suddenly sat up. " Um Rowan? You did remember to lock the door didn't you?"
Just at that moment, the doorknob turned, and the door opened.
Rowan felt Sai cringe and murmur. "Oh my god."
It was Seiji. He stared at both of them for a second, his clear blue eyes blinking at them without recognition.
Then total recognition.
Then finally interest.
"Hello Rowan." Seiji smirked. "...and Sai."
Sai felt an urgent need to run.
v v v
Sai felt the sharp narrow arm of the soft pink divan under his hips, his legs hanging over the other side, his thighs slightly pulled apart and tied to the ornate woodwork by a plastic cinch. His chest, head and shoulders hung over the rose satin of the divan seat.
His legs were still in soft white thigh highs, the skirt only reaching and then ending at the top of the backs of his thighs. His hands flexed uncomfortably in the cinch plastic cord behind his back, his teeth bit down on the white rubber gag in his mouth.
The horse whip came out and gently lifted the edge of his skirt up and then slid between his spread legs, gently rubbing him, making him squeeze his eyes shut and choke behind his gag. The flat leather tip went slowly from his sex pressed painfully pressed against the arm of the couch under his hips, then back over the soft satin of the panties he had been made to wear, his thighs tensed, as he tried to pull them together although they were tied tightly apart. It was a terrible sensation to feel so vulnerable, bent over, unable to even shut his legs, that he made a small noise behind his gag, his hands making weak fists behind him.
The horsewhip withdrew and came back in a stinging slap right between his legs, making him jerk and squeeze his eyes shut. The whip remained pressed up underneath him and then slowly resumed the gentle stroking it had done before, this time a hand placed itself on his taunt thigh and traveled up under the dress feeling the satin panties and lightly pulling at them until they were not even half down, the hand feeling his bare skin of his lower back and behind. With the gentle hand came another stinging snap of the horsewhip, making him moan a little this time, the pain throbbing dully between his legs and taking a longer time to fade away. Writhing a little on the couch's arm, the whip stayed firmly pressed against his sex, it's slow stroke beginning once again.
The hand pulled the panties down almost all the way, the whip gliding over the satin under him, then the whip withdrew and the panties were pulled down over his bare thighs and then down his thigh highs down to his knees. They stretched easily, and were left there, the subtle pull of them trying to draw his legs together hampered because to the plastic cinch keeping his thighs apart.
The whip slid back under his skirt and this time touched his bare sex, stroking it with the soft tempered leather flat tip, the hand resting on his upper inner thigh. He squeezed his eyes shut, his thighs so tense they were almost shaking, waiting for the sting of the whip again this time on his bare skin. It came suddenly and hard, slapping up between his legs, making him let out a pitiful moan, his body jerking on the sharp narrow arm of the divan, the pain spreading up into the pit of his stomach. Sai bit hard on his gag trying hard not to start sobbing, but then a hand touched him, rubbing the soft skin right behind the silk weight of his balls then higher making him jerk in surprise.
Something warm and wet pushed up behind him and he froze, his eyes going to the side when two hands grasped his hips firmly, straightening him and pulling him back a bit. The soft wet push turned into a nudge and then leaned forward as hard as it was able, and something hard and cold slide into his body in one smooth motion. Sai could feel the person up against him now, his body shuddering under them, a soft moan around the white rubber gag in his mouth. The cold thing was drawn back out almost completely and then eased in again, it wasn't so large that it caused him pain, but instead the strange sensation of violation, the person's fingers digging into the flesh of his hip as they picked up their pace. He groaned as they began to move faster, the force of each thrust jerking him on the arm of the divan, making his sex rub roughly against the satin fabric. Sai shut his eyes, unaware of the soft tortured sounds he was making, feeling the warm pressure build between his legs every time they slammed into him, making his sex grow harder, back and forth, maddeningly against the satin arm under his hips.
Sai twisted on the arm of the divan, feeling impaled, his sex hard against his stomach, the friction from the fabric of his dress with his own weight pressing down on the divan with each relentless shove was becoming unbearable. Sai stiffened, the person behind him, sensing it, pushed the instrument into him as far as it was capable, and in a blinding warm rush, he came over the arm of the divan and all over his dress. Collapsing forward again, he shut his eyes feeling tears come bright and hot in his eyes, a soft sob muffled by his gag. Sai was so ashamed of what he had done but he couldn't help it.
"What a bad boy." A voice said. "You've ruined your dress."
It was Seiji.
Sai winced when the instrument was moved in and out a few more times, lighting his senses up all over again. A hand was on his chin, lifting his head from where it hung. He blinked up at them. It was Rowan. Sai tried to say his name around the gag in his mouth, but it was distorted.
"I was right there Sai, I wouldn't have let him hurt you." Rowan said gently, with a small smirk.
Sai swallowed, uncertainty on his face.
Seiji appeared on the other side of him.
"It wasn't so bad..." Seiji gently kissed a hot tear from his face, right under his eye, and then kissed Sai's mouth, covered with the gag. "...was it?"
Sai shook his head bleakly, sniffling. Shifting in the plastic cinch, he attempted to ask Seiji to take it off, but it came out incoherent behind the white rubber.
"What did he say?" Rowan asked Seiji.
Seiji shrugged. "I think he said 'again'."
Rowan's smirk broadened into a smile. "If you say so Sai."
Sai whimpered.
v v v
The plastic cinch that held his thighs snapped, dull and hard, the only sound in the room besides Sai's soft panting as he lay limp on the divan arm. Seiji pulled at his bound wrists from behind him, sliding Sai, with a harsh groan of pain, off the arm of the divan and set Sai shakily onto his feet. The dim room danced crazily and lurched as the blood rushed from his head, Sai's arms aching miserably from being trapped tightly at the small of his back, he struggled for a dazed moment. But Seiji was behind him.
With one hard yank, Seiji pulled his bound wrists up, forcing him to look down at the floor and making Sai cry out as pain tore up through his shoulders. Sai felt his eyes tear up miserably at the sight of the white shoes he was wearing, and the ivory panties pulled down around his thighs. ~Why did I ever agree to do this?~ Sai wailed silently in his mind. ~Rowan?~ Sai desperately tried to look around for him but he couldn't see much more than the floor.
Holding his bound wrists up, Seiji's hand came from behind and went around his waist and up Sai's chest feeling the bra under the white dress. Sai choked in humiliated anger, his hands making useless fists behind him.
Seiji shoved Sai around to the front of the divan. From behind, with one arm firm around Sai's waist and the other locked around his neck, Seiji lifted him easily letting Sai rest the baby doll shoes on the divan seat, while pressing Sai's body up against his own.
Sai froze, forced to lean back into Seiji, his knees bent, his panties humiliatingly down around his thighs. Seiji took his arm away from Sai's neck but Sai still could not move, except to push back into him.
Seiji was undoing his pants.
Sai started to really struggle then, twisting violently, but it was too late, the back of his dress was pushed up and Sai could feel hot bare skin against his own. The hot length of Seiji was burning behind him. Seiji's other arm came swiftly back around his neck, choking him, forcing Sai's head back onto Seiji's shoulder, at the same moment Sai felt it push hard but slowly into his prone body.
Biting down hard on the hard rubber gag in his mouth, Sai let out a deep frantic moan, turning his face into Seiji's pale hair, his body going rigid, his feet in the white vinyl baby doll shoes pushed a few times at the divan, sliding uselessly on the rose satin. But then the arm around his waist slid down and pushed under the front of his dress, and grasped him firmly up between the legs, cupping his sex, pulling it up and back against Sai's very lower stomach.
"Un-!" Sai managed around his gag as he jerked back with the hand, forced to spread his thighs farther around Seiji's grasp, being jolted in a steady even pace from behind, the painful grip between his legs stilling him quickly and firmly.
But the initial pain was shifting.
Sai squirmed, his wrists rubbed raw in the plastic cord, his jaw aching from biting down on the hard rubber gag, Sai's eyes fluttering closed to the sound of his own soft moans as they reached him. The hand between his legs was massaging him in time with each push into his body. The arm around his neck lowered to his chest, rubbing his nipples over the filmy cloth of the ivory dress. The whole of his body went rigid in a new kind of tension, the hand between his legs now pressed the stiff length of him hard against his stomach, holding the silky weight of his balls tightly up against his body. It was submission, Sai knew, but he couldn't help himself from surrendering to what his body wanted. He couldn't fight the onslaught of sensation of being held helpless. Of being taken.
Sai whispered a pathetic moan, pressing his hips forward into the firm hot grasp, the muscles in his thighs working under the white hose and moving back up against Seiji, meeting the rhythm, willing it to go faster.
Rowan was there in the soft haze of his vision, watching from a large overstuffed chair, the back of his hand pressed up against his mouth, his dark blue eyes glittering with want, his breathing was slow and hard. If Sai didn't have the rubber gag, painful and sharp in his mouth, he would have uttered a promise to Rowan. Whatever Rowan wanted.
v v v
Seiji sat back, breathing heavily, his pants undone, the hard burn finally and blissfully absent from between his legs, the feel of holding Sai's lean body in filmy white, still with him. When he was done, Seiji had pushed Sai forward onto the floor before the divan, onto both of their knees and then had yanked Sai's panties back up around Sai's hips. Seiji had ripped the plastic cinch that bound his wrists and watched Sai unbuckle the gag he wore. Seiji almost expected him to angry, but Sai's gaze was locked with Rowan's.
Now Sai was on his hands and knees in front of Rowan's chair, rubbing his cheek on the inside of Rowan's thigh.
Sai kneeled facing away from Seiji, the dress draped up carelessly around his hips, one of the snow white thigh highs slightly lower than the other, and his thighs spread immodestly apart. The ivory panties between his legs were slightly ridden up, showing one side of Sai's behind.
Seiji watched Rowan's eyes flutter closed when Sai started, and it made him smile just a little. White didn't make everything innocent. Or everyone.
Seiji shut the door to Rowan's stifled moaning, and walked slowly down the hall, fastening his pants as he did.
A dress.
Pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he tapped one into his hand.
Seiji knew better than to ignore inspiration.
the end