Pounding Mochi

[NicTheDjinn]

(( Nathaniel "Nate" Donovan References: https://imgur.com/a/V34Dukt

Hiroki Mochizuki References: https://picrew.me/share?cd=zT4TZYFWOr | https://picrew.me/share?cd=sA8HF5Wy2S | https://picrew.me/share?cd=KIknx4vhX0 | https://picrew.me/share?cd=So1lU3G8TW ))

It was a small gig, a local bar that had agreed to let Wolf's Bane play a few nights during the week; Johnny, bassist and Nate's best friend, knew the daughter of the owner and was able to secure the show with little trouble. It was their first actual gig outside of playing from their drummer Ryan's garage, and Nate was living it up. He finally felt like a real rockstar. Sure, punk bands from the underground weren't supposed to be mainstream, but this was hardly even close to that. People were watching, even cheering for them. It was a breath of fresh air.

College life was boring at best and infuriating at worst. Every day, Nate was closer to dropping out, and tonight made it even more appealing than ever before. Tonight, he was somebody, no longer a middling student but a star, strumming his guitar and singing to an actual crowd. This was what he wanted life to be like.

There were a few things keeping him in class, though. His mother, for one; she'd always wanted him to get an education. Other than that, there were some things he couldn't get outside of campus...

...like Hiroki Mochizuki.

Shorter than Nate by about four inches and with a perfect record, Hiroki was so many things Nate could never be: a diligent student, namely, but he was also decently liked by other students for his kindness and overall just seemed like a well-rounded person. Nate took offense to that. He'd knocked Hiroki's books out of his arms more than a few times, shoved him on the stairs and in the halls, and laughed obnoxiously when he tripped or fumbled. He was mean to plenty of people, but somehow, this little Japanese honor student had made its way onto the top of his shitlist.

So why did Nate find him a reason to stay in school? Easy: he was hopelessly attracted to the stupid little twink.

Not that he'd admit it. He was struggling with his sexuality, determined to find a girl he wanted even though there had never been any. The thought of liking guys, being gay, that was horrible. Nate wanted nothing to do with it. Yet every time he saw Hiroki, his stomach clenched and he felt like his heart might beat out of his chest. It wasn't fair!

Tonight, none of that mattered. He was surrounded by his type of people, singing into a mic with all the conviction of a man who lived for music, sweating under stage lights while people crowded the bar to check out the band. Chief among them was some pink-haired little nymph who caught Nate's eye early on--he couldn't pinpoint their gender, but they made him feel a certain way.

When the show was finally over, Ryan and Johnny began packing their things into the shoddy hand-me-down van that had belonged to Johnny's uncle, and Nate took the time to go to the bathroom. A man passed him on the way in, and once inside, Nate was surprised to see the pink-haired punk at the sinks. A boy, then? (He hated how that made them more exciting.)

It would be too difficult to overcome his sexuality hurdles on the spot, so Nate decided to ignore the boy, heading instead for the urinals--when something caught his eye. There, on the floor, was a small pink object of some kind. Most people would probably avoid picking up foreign objects on the floor of a bathroom, but Nate was bending down to pick it up before he could really think about it. It appeared to be a remote of some kind; it had a power button near the top with a little light next to it, and under that, a little sliding switch labeled from 1 to 5. Currently, it was resting at 1.

Nate glanced up at the pink-haired boy's back. Probably his, since it fit his color scheme. But what was it? Curious and having all but forgotten why he came in the first place, Nate fiddled with the remote, pushing it up to 2, then to 3, in the hopes that something would react.

He was gonna do it! He was going to go out and have fun tonight! It always took a bit to work up the nerve to do something daring like this, but he’s been hyping himself up all week so he was not about to chicken out now! put his hair up in a nylon wig cap, done his eyeliner and minor contouring with care to make him look just a touch more gender ambiguous, then hurried off to his closet. Entering the walk in closet, heading to the back where a dresser stood, half hidden by hanging clothes. Pushing the clothes aside, he opened a drawer and looked inside, trying to decide what he wanted to wear tonight. In the end he pulled out a slim fit black shirt with a bunny on it and hearts down the sleeves, all of which were a purple-pink iridescent color. He then selected a set of black skinny jeans with tastefully ripped knees, and a set of black mesh panel boxer-briefs. All this he carried back to his bed to lay out so he could see the outfit all together.

Happy with his selection, he hesitated for a moment. He wanted to do this. He’d done it many times before in much riskier places, but he could never seem to avoid this moment of hesitation. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he kneeled down and reached under the bed. Pulling out an opaque black box, he opened it up and pulled out his lube as well as a stainless steel cock cage. Gently he worked himself inside, shivering a touch at the cold and situating his balls into the ring. Once that was settled, he lubed up the small sound that came with it, his breath hitching as he slid it into place before clicking the small lock into place to hold it all securely together. He’d swelled up a bit during the process, as he usually did, but the cage did its job just fine.

Next, he plucked up his pink vibrating plug, checked that it and the remote were charged, then lubed it up and lined the tapered tip up with his entrance. Bit by bit, tiny thrust by tiny thrust, he worked the plug into himself till it popped into place, pulling a gasp from him as the widest part sat perfectly against his prostate. This was one of his favorite toys for a reason! With that done, he hurried off to clean up the small mess the lube made then got dressed and ventured back into his closet. Once again returning to the dresser, he opened a different drawer and pulled out his favorite pink lace front and wig glue, rushing to the mirror to get it on and glued in place. A gentle brushing later and it was nearly impossible to tell he was wearing a wig! Grabbing a small bag, he tossed in a bottle of water, makeup in case he needed to touch up, his brush in case his hair needed it, his phone, and the remote for his toy. Oh! Wait!

From his toy box he pulled out a pink collar with a heart-shaped ‘ring’ at it’s center and strapped it around his neck. There. Perfect. Out the door he went and down the stairs to his car, finally on his way! He checked the time and it was a touch later than he’d meant to leave, but he had plenty of time to get there, he would just have to skip stopping for food. If he got really hungry he could always order a little something there to hold him over. Skipping the stop even made sure he found himself some good parking!

Into the bar he went, taking another calming breath before finally relaxing some. He should be safe here. There was no way anyone would recognize him here. He looked so different from how he usually did and no one would ever dream of catching him in a place like this! Even if his face was technically out on display, he was sure he would be fine. Time to have some fun… He reached into his back, finding the remote by touch alone and turning it on. The Japanese young man murmured happily as a mild vibration started up against his prostate and he could officially start his night.

He ordered himself a with no ice from the bar for now and moved over to the stage. He was early, sure, but this way he would get a spot he liked. He sipped at his drink as he waited patiently, the first band of the night starting to set up just as he finished his drink. What good timing. Setting aside his glass, he moved into the crowd as it formed, the band kicking off their set soon after to the delight of the crowd. It didn’t take long for Hiroki to start losing himself to the music, relishing every moment even as one band said their goodbyes and the next took the stage. It was during one of these transitions that his night took an unexpected turn.

Standing on stage was a distinctly familiar face. What were even the odds!? There stood none other than his biggest crush and he looked gorgeous up there! There was something about him that never seemed to quite fit in at school, but there was no question that the stage was his home. That’s where he belonged and the idea cemented itself into place as they finished tuning and started their set. It all felt so different now… He felt almost submerged in the experience, the rest of the world muffled as the music washed over him, eyes never straying from the lead singer. Nate. He never even knew he could play an instrument, let alone sing as well. Oh, and how he sang! He didn’t so much as sing from the diaphragm as from the soul! It felt selfish to think that his bully was singing for him, ridiculous really.

The guy wasn’t subtle about the fact he hated him and he didn’t even know why. Still, with the vibration going inside of him, if he closed his eyes it wasn’t hard to imagine it was him he was singing for, not to mention having something much better than a toy inside him.His far too public fantasy came to an end along side the music and he knew he needed to find the washroom. He’d filled out his cage entirely by now and had probably soaked his underwear with pre. He needed to cool down and head home before he was soon, not to mention so he could get off. And probably feel guilty about it after, but so was his life. He really needed to hurry though, the last thing he needed was to be spotted. Weaving his way through the crowd, he slipped into the bathroom only to grunt as he knocked into someone.

”Ah! S-sorry!” He yelped, his already flushed cheeks growing pinker as he gave the man a quick bow. Thankfully no trouble came of it and he could escape to the sinks in peace. Turning on the faucet, he cupped some water into his hands and splashed his face, trusting his makeup sealer to do its job and keep everything in place. The cold helped him sober up after all that wonderful energy from the stage, not to mention start killing off some of his arousal. He needed to be able to get home safe, after all. Dammit… He supposed he could take his cage off and rub one out really quickly in one of the stalls, but… No, not here. If it was at the club, then maybe, but not at some random bar, he wasn’t that daring. Splashing his face again, he didn’t see who came into the bathroom next, but he hoped they wouldn’t give him any trouble. He knew what he looked like at the moment and it gave him trouble sometimes.Trouble did indeed come, but not even remotely the way he worried it might. Speaking of remotely…

His breath hitched as the vibration ticked up a setting. Shit. The remote must have shifted in his bag when he bumped into that man earlier. Another tick up up had him grabbing the sink, biting his lip so as not to make a sound. No, no, no, no no no no no no no!!! He needed to turn that off right now or he was really going to embarrass himself! He brought over his bag, flipped the flap and started to rummage inside. Wait. Where is it? He frowned, trying to keep from panting as he continued to search, growing more frantic by the second. There wasn’t that much stuff in here, where was it?! At this point, the holder of his remote would have surely figured it out. The timing and frantic way he was now searching sending a fairly clear message of who the remote belonged to and what it likely controlled.It was at this point that he realized that it couldn’t be in his bag. It must have fallen out just now! But… If it was on the floor, why would the settings be—-

A single glance was all he needed, freezing in place as he spotted the one person he was trying to avoid. His mouth felt dry, his heart rabbiting away in his chest, and all he could do was stare like a deer caught in headlights. He was panicking, not having any idea what to even do. Should he just accept the loss of the remote and just leave? Should he keep looking for it? Should he say something? Had Nate even recognized him? The longer he remained frozen there, the more time Nate would get to look at him and under the harsh fluorescents of the bathroom, it was certainly easier to get a better look at the pink nymph that had been teasing him the entire set just by existing. The question now was what to do with the naughty little thing…


Nate didn't notice the movement right away, but it wasn't long before he realized the pink boy was rummaging frantically in his bag. Definitely his, then. But what did it control? There wasn't much time to ponder it before the boy turned and saw him, and Nate met his eyes with only a passing interest before they widened considerably.

Not only was the other boy flushed scarlet, but he was familiar. They stared at each other for a moment, and it all started falling into place; the remote was the cause for the flush, the scrambling... a remote toy? No, that... that didn't make sense, not if this was...

...except even if it was Hiroki Mochizuki, he was totally different, now. The hair, the eyes, the tight clothes, the makeup... If he was hiding such proclivities, was it such a stretch that he'd hide this, as well?

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Nate's face.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice breaking the muffled silence of the bathroom, bringing reality back into focus again. "What do we have here? Looks like that 4.0 GPA doesn't do it for you, huh, Hiro?" Looking down at the remote, Nate smirked, then slowly began to approach his adversary. "You need better thrills? Like being a little slut?"

Heart racing, saliva pooling under his tongue, Nate showed Hiroki what he had in his hand with a triumphant sneer. "A toy, right? Up inside you? Never knew you were such a fucking whore. I guess you hide it pretty well..." He looked at the remote again, considering it, before defiantly clicking it up to a 4. "Let's see you hide it now."

This was going to be fun.

He knew the very moment the other man figured it out and his heart sunk. His life was ruined, he was sure of it. If Nate told anyone, he didn’t even want to think about how quickly his world would crumble in on itself. His reputation would be ruined, people would never look at him the same again, his friends would probably leave him because they thought he was a deviant, and his parents… Gods his parents… What would they say? What would they do?!

He watched a smirk pull at the other’s lips and he knew his fate was sealed. He didn’t know exactly what the future held just yet, but he couldn’t imagine it was anything good. When his bully spoke, it erased any hope that he might not have recognized him. His perfect GPA was enough of a hint, but there was no question when he outright used his name. Nate knew exactly who he was and now he knew about this one of the aspects of his life that he had never revealed to another soul.

”No, I… I’m not…” whispered the pink twink when accused of being a slut. “I’m not…” He whimpered on when ‘whore’ was added to the list. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this situation, but he needed to say something! His pretty lips parted, but only a gasp leapt out as the toy was turned up to the second highest setting. His knees buckled, and he barely caught himself in the sink. “N-Nate! Ah… Nate, please… Please, just… J-just don’t tell anyone ab-bout this… Please! I’ll do anything just… Just don’t tell anyone…. N-nng… Kuso… Sore wa totemo yoi kanji... Nate… Ah! Onegai…”

While Hiro spoke with a very light accent, it wasn’t often that he switched to full on Japanese when not speaking to someone that actually speaks it. Technically, he didn’t know if Nate could speak it at all, but he’d certainly never heard him doing it.He knew that he shouldn’t write a blank check like he was, he shouldn’t be offering anything. Hell, he should probably be threatening to call the police for sexual assault, but… He didn’t. He didn’t want to either. Hell, he hadn’t even told Nate to stop, only to keep it a secret.

“Nate…!” He called again, begging, but there was something about it… Right about the time he’d lapsed into Japanese, there had been a bit of a tone shift and it was growing more and more obvious the longer the toy buzzed away inside of him. The way his eyes had grown half lidded, how he was holding back his quiet sounds of pleasure less and less, the somewhat unfocused look in his eyes, not even looking at Nate now even as he spoke. The behavior was odd, but depending on what kind of clubs Nate went to or perhaps what sort of porn he watched, he might be able to recognize it. Hirohito was fighting to keep from slipping into subspace.

Nate didn't know any Japanese, but that didn't matter; he could tell he was having an effect, and that was what he wanted. He also wasn't familiar with subspace, at least not by name, but the way Hiro was responding to his actions told him everything he needed to know. His first thought was blackmail: wear Hiro out and then force him into some manner of servitude for silence. Maybe he could raise Nate's GPA. That didn't actually light the spark in him, though; he wanted more, wanted something substantial.

It was increasingly difficult to ignore his own arousal, the way his cock stirred in his tight jeans. This was too good.

"You're such a fucking slut," he hissed, grinning broadly as he came even closer. "Look at you. You love this! Is that why you're here, faggot? To watch me sing and jerk off about it?" The idea positively delighted him. With his free hand, Nate roughly grabbed Hiro's chin, tilting his head up. "Well, guess what, prettyboy? I've got a deal for you."

With his other hand, Nate turned the remote back down to 3, trying to prolong what seemed inevitable--unaware that Hiro was in a cage. "If you listen to me, I won't tell a soul. This'll just be between you and me. Hell, maybe I'll even give you this remote back." Nate wiggled the little device in his fingers, then drew Hiro closer by the chin, leaning in so near that they could kiss if they wanted to. "Just do what I say, and maybe you'll get out of this with your secrets intact. Your dignity, however.."

Nate cackled at that, pulling back and away, thinking to himself that he was very clever. Right about then, his phone chimed in his pocket, and he frowned down at it before fishing it out to check.

JOHNNY: hey man where r u? we r ready 2 leave

Scowling, Nate considered what to say. He was busy, now, and had more on his mind than just getting a lift home. He wondered if Hiro had driven here.

NATE: ya boy's getting laaaaid
NATE: don't wait up

JOHNNY: fr? dude thats awesome
JOHNNY: sure u dont need any help? ;P

NATE: lmfao no i got it. thanks for offering ur dick tho
NATE: go home to your mommy or whatever

Looking up from his phone, Nate smirked at Hiroki once more. "So how'd you get here? Don't tell me you rode the bus with a dildo up your ass." He snickered at that, pocketing his phone and drawing close to Hiroki again. "Or maybe you like the idea of getting on your knees in this filthy bathroom? We're not gonna be alone forever."

When called a slut again, he couldn’t even seem to argue, instead simply shaking his head a little in denial, but offered no words in his defense. Then something was pointed out to him that he wasn’t quite prepared for. ‘You love this!’ Did he? Oh, Gods, he did, didn’t he? Worse, he was called out for coming here to watch the other sing and then jerk off. While that hadn’t at all been his intention coming in, it had come very close to being exactly that in the end. The way his cheeks flushed more was very incriminating no less, having been caught even considering getting off in public, let alone to the thought of someone he actually knew.

Before he could properly defend himself, however, he was being guided by the chin, the action causing an unexpected zing to shoot through him right to his dick. Faux pink eyes met those gorgeous green ones, struggling to focus even in his breathless state. At least the toy was being turned down a setting, that made thinking a little easier. He was being offered a deal? Well, moment of truth then. He’d be finding out what fate held for him now.

He listened as the faux blond started to speak, eyes darting over to the pink remote when it was brandished, but shockingly not even attempting to swipe it back, pink orbs zipping back to meet his gaze the next moment when he was drawn in even closer. His heart pounded hard enough that he worried Nate might hear it as they were close enough to share the same breath. They were close enough, in fact, that Nate would be able to see the way his pupils dilated with want and it was impossible to miss the way he glanced down to his lips, nor how his own lips parted a bit. In spite of the situation they found themselves in, Hiro apparently wanted to kiss him anyway.

He almost whimpered when the other laughed in his face and pulled away. Still, he had the information he needed. Do as he was told and his secret would be kept and the remote returned. He didn’t feel like he had a choice and a part of him was very okay with that. If this was going where he thought it was going, this might not be as bad as he had feared. Or perhaps it would be as good as he feared. A matter of perspective, really.

He was given a moment to breathe as the punk’s phone went off, leaving him to his own devices for a moment. How long would he be trapped in this agreement? Would Nate stay true to his word? Worse, would he go through all this only… Only to be abandoned in the end when the other grew bored of him…? He quickly tried to chase that thought out of his head and it helped that the guitarist was apparently done with whoever had texted him and prompted him with questions.

“Iie… Uh, n-no. I drove myself. And it’s not a dildo! It’s a… Eto… A-a um, p-plug…” He corrected, not even sure why he insisted on making the correction at all. Well, no. That’s not exactly true. Shame was eating him up alive and he was sure he’d filled out the cage completely at this point. Nate was right. He was loving this. When his bully drew in closer again and continued, fear lanced through him and he looked over at the door to the bathroom which certainly wasn’t locked then looked up at the other fearfully. “S-stall? Please?” It wasn’t a demand, but a question. A pled, really. The thought of actually getting caught was mortifying and he hated how he was sure he was literally dripping into his underwear at the thought.