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“...Zushi is waiting in my lodge,” Wing explained, that gentle smile of his exuding such a familiar warmth, “so I shouldn’t keep him much longer. Killua – tell Gon that it’s alright for him to practice his Nen through meditation. Honing his Ten should become a daily routine while he is recovering.”
Killua simply nodded, agreeing to pass on the message as he turned on his heel, scampering off to the elevator down the hall to reconvene with his friend. Wing let out a sigh when the boy turned the corner, slight relief washing over him. He placed his hands at either side of him, curling them into loose fists whilst slipping them into his pockets. He began to walk slow strides in comparison to the quick dash Killua had made moments ago; despite what he’d said about Zushi waiting for him, which was indeed true, he had no need to rush back to his quarters.
It was about a five minute trek, which could have easily been halved if he’d picked up the pace, but he found taking things at his own pace to be much more pleasant. Even as he stood at his door, he languidly searched his pockets for his key, humming quietly to himself. A small smile remained on his face as he wondered to himself if Zushi might hear the lock turning; usually, when he went out, it was all the boy could do to wait eagerly for him to return, excitedly rushing to the door like a puppy at the first sound of the door clicking open.
Though, this time was certainly a little bit… different , because Wing had quite literally left him with no choice but to wait.
“I’m back,” he announced upon entering the suite, carefully shutting the door behind him. Locking it once more . He turns to face the middle of the room, where the rather luxurious bed was positioned against the east side wall.
When he didn’t receive a response, the man frowned, perplexed. “Zushi? What have I taught you about replying when someone speaks to you?” His voice is stern, but not angry. He could never be angry at Zushi, his precious, precious little boy.
“I’m so…hgg! Sorry, Master,” the boy sobs, and he sounds broken, like his throat has gone dry. The croaks that try so desperately to form each word sound like music to Wing’s ears. “I’m sorry,” he hiccups, and tries again. “I tried, I just… Master, it’s too much, p-please…”
The boy’s voice dips up at the end, desperately wriggling on the duvet. He doesn’t manage much movement though, because he’s bound to it, chains cuffed to his ankles and wrists to ensure he wouldn’t be able to move.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Zushi – quite the opposite, in fact. The studious boy had proved time and time again that he was perfectly capable of listening to Wing’s commands, hanging on every word he said with a fascination and obedience unlike any kid he’d ever interacted with before. Maybe that’s what had drawn him in like bait on a fishing hook, had him head over heels with the idea of raising him to be
his
.
There were many more ways to train one’s body than through the four principles of Nen, after all, and it was easy enough to use sweet promises of increased durability and focus as a result of the types of things Wing wanted so desperately to do to the kid. It wasn’t even a lie, because, really , sex took an exhaustive amount of energy by itself, and if he ordered Zushi to maintain his Ren for the entire duration of their… training on top of that, then there wasn’t any problem, right? It was to sharpen Zushi’s body and soul as efficiently as possible, to help nudge him further along in his progression of the mastery of Nen. There was nothing wrong with a little guided help.
When Wing had first proposed the idea of a new training, his hands had been trembling, palms so sweaty that he’d had to wipe them on his pants time and time again. He’d swallowed hard, found himself unable to meet the intense, curious gaze of his disciple, eagerly agreeing to whatever Wing had in store for him without even stopping to ponder saying “no.” He’d been so obedient, had looked absolutely delectable when Wing touched his adorable little cock for the first time, explained to him that for now, this was just a warm up, and after a few weeks he would begin asking Zushi to use his Ren during the same activities.
So, there was no way Wing didn’t believe in his ability to follow his orders and be a good boy. Naturally, there were times Zushi had misbehaved, such as just a few weeks ago when he’d used Ren without permission in his match with Killua, but Wing had been quick to discipline him back into shape on those nights. Discipline, of course, referring to hours of teasing touches, which eventually led to him fucking the boy into their shared mattress and refusing to let him cum the entire time. Truthfully, it was hard being stern when Zushi always sounded so cute as he desperately begged Wing for release, tears streaming down his face from the seemingly endless torture, made to be filled time and time again with Wing’s cum.
This time, though, Zushi hadn’t done anything wrong. Not technically , anyways, but Wing had found himself frustrated with the boy’s tendency to put himself down so easily since the arrival of Gon and Killua to Heaven’s Arena. It was hard to stand by when his most precious treasure was calling himself pathetic, or useless, all because of those two (who were clearly not human). So, he’d decided to spend his evening showering his special boy in affection, fucking him over and over again until he saw his own worth again.
But first, he’d wanted to make sure he really wanted it, that he was perfectly ready for their night of extended training, so he’d left him tied to the bed with a bright pink vibrator plunged into his asshole – set on a timer, of course, so that it would turn off every once in a while, not giving the boy enough time to cum from the stimulation. He couldn’t have him getting too worn out by the time he returned from his outing to check on Gon’s status, after all.
“Please,” Zushi keens again, bringing the black-haired man back to the present, “master…”
“Yes, yes,” Wing hums, reaching for a remote that he’d left sitting on the coffee table, out of the boy’s reach. With the click of a button, Zushi visibly relaxes, slumping against the sheets beneath him with another sob. His asshole twitches around the vibrator and his thighs tremble, seemingly confused by the loss of stimulation; he can only imagine how many times the boy has been edged by the toy in the last thirty minutes or so.
“You did well, Zushi,” Wing murmurs soothingly. He approaches the bed, unfastening the restraints keeping the boy in place so that he could move again. The boy immediately lunges for Wing, looping his arms around his master’s neck and pressing his sweat-clad body against him. “Master,” Zushi whimpers, rubs his hard dick against Wing’s abdomen, leaking pre-cum all over his pale pink shirt that was, as usual, untucked at the side. “You took way too long.”
“It was only half an hour,” Wing chides, bringing a hand to rest at Zushi’s bare rear where his thumb began to rub circles against flushed, tan skin. There was a noticeable bulge in his jeans now, which the young boy giggled excitedly about as he wiggled in Wing’s lap, allowing the adult’s clothed dick to slip between his ass cheeks. The Nen master cursed under his breath, reminded once again how his student was truly going to be the death of him one day.
“Still,” Zushi whines, rolling his hips in a desperate fashion, “can we start our training already? I was a good boy and waited for you, so…”
Wing chooses not to comment that he wouldn’t have been able to misbehave even if he wanted to, what with being bound to the bed like that; he doesn’t want to steal the boy’s glory, not over something so trivial.
“Alright,” he resigns, chuckling as he lifts Zushi off of his lap with a strong grip that has the boy mewling in his arms. “Get on the bed. Were you able to maintain Ren while I was gone?”
It’s a silly question, because they both know Wing would be able to tell if he hadn’t, but Zushi humors him anyway. “Y-Yes,” he stutters as he positions himself on the bed, hips swaying from side to side as he displays his backside to his master, “I did, just like you told me to.”
“Good boy,” Wing grins as he reaches for the neon colored toy, fiddles with it a little bit to watch the little boy squirm in discomfort. The noises that bubbled up in his chest sounded anything but discomforted, though, pleased sobs wracking through his body as the vibrator worked its way in and out of his twitching hole. “Good boys deserve rewards, so… Zushi – I want you to keep your Ren off for now. You can just relax and let me take care of you.”
As he speaks, he clicks the plastic button on the cheap remote in his other hand, and watches as the toy springs to life once again, buzzing loudly inside Zushi’s asshole.
“ Ah! Yes, mast–ah, hah, right there, master, please!” Pleads tumble out of the boy’s mouth as the vibrator brushes against his prostate, makes him feel all funny in a numbingly mesmerizing way. It doesn’t feel the same as when Wing’s cock hits that spot, but it still has him seeing stars behind his eyelids, choking out garbled sounds.
“Mm, do you want to cum now? How many times is your record, Zushi?”
For a moment, Zushi can’t think well enough to even consider the possible answers, his mind fogged over with pure bliss. But he quickly realizes that if he doesn’t reply, he’ll be in trouble, so he racks his brain for the answer, reflecting on their previous training sessions. “F-Four, I… think,” he mumbles, unsure of himself. Honestly, after the first two times, he usually started to feel so blissed out that everything felt like one long orgasm to him, the whole world blending together.
“Correct,” Wing says, pleased with Zushi’s observation skills. He waits a bit longer to hear his student’s response to the other question that had been proposed, watching from behind as his face scrunches up from the oncoming orgasm that’s been eluding him for half an hour and counting. “Please, Master, will you… let me cum, please, I can take more, I’ll be good, please, just, oh, it’s so goooood ,” the boy’s words quickly begin to slur together as the toy strikes his sweet spot once again, rendering him incapable of thought.
Briefly, Wing worries that he’s gone a bit too far with his “training” for such a young boy to be begging him for permission to cum like that, clutching at the sheets of the bed with an iron-tight grip. He feels that he shouldn’t have taught him to say such dirty things, shouldn’t have ruined his innocence quite to this extent. But, ultimately, the way it makes his cock twitch in the confines of his pants outrides the guilt he feels deep down, makes him pass his tongue over his lip to wet it, because God was it hot. Nodding to himself, he starts to push the toy in deeper, watches the way his student arches his back, cries out in sheer pleasure. “More, yes, please, Master,” he gasps out, breathless, “Master, I’m going to cum, Master, yes, Master! ”
It only takes a few more times of driving the vibrator into Zushi’s ass before his whole body goes rigid, sobbing out “Master” like a broken record as his much-anticipated orgasm washes over him. Once he’s come down from the high, Wing carefully tugs on the toy, easing it out with a wet squelching sound that makes both of them shiver.
As the boy was gasping for breath, trying desperately to recover so they could continue on, Wing set the vibrator, sticky with lube, off to the side to be cleaned later. He fumbled with his belt, metal clinking as he hurriedly slid it through the loops that kept it linked with his jeans, tossing it to the floor haphazardly. Next came the unzipping of his pants, but he didn’t remove them; he simply untucked his throbbing erection from within them, opting to leave his clothes on to save the hassle. There was already a smudge of pre-cum on the front of his shirt, so getting it a little more dirty wouldn’t do any harm, he supposed.
“I’ll give you thirty seconds,” Wing warned, rubbing the inside of Zushi’s thigh teasingly. “Is that alright?”
He always tried his best to be comforting, to make sure his precious student wasn’t harmed. He did want to push him to his limits, but not to a point where he wasn’t enjoying it, and sex with a child was a bit of a fragile concept in his mind. He wasn’t sure where exactly would be considered crossing a line, so he always asked to be certain when he felt concerned for Zushi.
“Okay,” Zushi agreed, shoulders slumping as he tried to regain familiarity with his surroundings. The only sound in the room other than Zushi’s labored breathing was the ticking of the clock, signifying each passing second that brought them closer and closer to the time limit he’d been given.
Thirty seconds came and went. Wing used his thumb to lightly spread Zushi’s stretched asshole, examining it as if to make sure it was still loose from the vibrator. He hummed in satisfaction at the results, and then lined up the head of his cock with the ring of muscle, pushing in with one last warning to his student.
Zushi’s mouth fell open in a silent scream at the intrusion – never could get used to how thick Wing’s cock was, it always felt like it was tearing him in half– and struggled to keep himself steady; luckily, Wing’s hands were now at either side of him, gripping tight at his boyish hips.
“There, there,” Wing coos, circling his thumb on Zushi’s skin comfortingly, “good boy. So good for me, mmh, you’re taking my cock so well…”
And he was. He really was, the wet heat of him felt so perfectly tight around Wing’s length, not to mention the way Zushi’s ass was greedily swallowing him up despite how he tried to ease himself in slowly for the boy’s sake.
Zushi simply whined, unable to vocalize any of his thoughts, or lack thereof, when he was being filled to the brim with his master’s cock. They’d done this enough times by now under the guise of training that he could feel when Wing bottomed out, knew all of him was inside and let out the breath he’d been holding in a sigh of relief.
“I’m going to move now.”
A nod, one that Zushi just barely manages to give. With that single nod, Wing loses whatever final semblance of self control he’d managed to retain from the moment he’d walked in the room and saw Zushi waiting for him, naked and bound to their bed. In one fluid motion, he pulls nearly all the way out, and then shoves all of him deep inside the young boy, earning a shriek of pleasure that cracked in the middle.
He couldn’t help himself from the rough pace, really, despite how much he tried to be gentle with Zushi, always so afraid he would break. So worried that he might scare Zushi away from this training, that he might take on another Master who’s not a pedophile who’s sick in the head and leave him behind. He bites his bottom lip to keep it from quivering at the thought, and thrusts into his student once more. “Zushi,” he gasps, sounding out of breath and perhaps a little bothered by his own reflections. He wants to say “I love you,” but he can’t bring himself to cross that line, knows it’s wrong. As if fucking a child wasn’t just as sick.
“You’re so good for me,” he chooses to say instead, buries his cock in Zushi’s ass again, revels in the way those tight walls clamp down around him, milking him so insistently that he’s sure he isn’t going to last long tonight. “You’re a good boy, Zushi.”
Zushi sobs out a pathetic call of “Master,” feels his entire body threatening to collapse in on itself under the weight of Wing. Despite how thin and lanky the Nen master was, he was incredibly strong, and now he was using more strength than what was necessary to pull Zushi’s body back onto his cock with each passing moment. On top of that, he was still sensitive from his first orgasm, overstimulation making each thrust feel dozens of times more intense.
“M-Master, mmh, oh, I can’t… N-No more, I’m gonna–... again…”
Even as Zushi omits the word “cum” in favor of letting out a shrill moan, Wing can tell that he’s nearing another orgasm based on the way his body reacts. He grunts, tightening his grip on Zushi’s hips despite being fully aware that he’s going to leave bright red fingerprint-shaped indents on his skin.
“Cum for me, Zushi, such a good boy,” he breathes out the praises as naturally as he breathes out carbon dioxide, living for nothing else than to tell his precious boy how amazing he is, how cute he is, how lovely he is. He’s a one in ten-thousand talent, his Zushi, his everything .
Zushi shudders as he comes, wailing out in pleasure; Wing fucks him through it, whispering sweet nothings to him as he nears his own climax. Even as Zushi comes down from the high of it all, he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give Zushi a break in favor of chasing his own high, breathing heavily as he thrusts into the young boy who sobs in discomfort as overstimulation settles in. He tries to wriggle away, to escape the attack on the bundle of nerves in his ass, but his body fails him, and Wing has such a deathly tight grip on his tiny body that it wouldn’t have mattered anyways.
“Can you take it inside?” Wing questions, but it sounds more like a statement than a question. He doesn’t have any intention of pulling out, but wants to at least give Zushi the option of saying “no” if he’s truly opposed to it.
“Yes, Master,” Zushi croaks out, unsure how he manages to form the words on his tongue when everything is spinning in circles around him. Wing smiles weakly, just barely managing to vocalize a warning time before his orgasm overtakes him, painting the boy’s insides in sticky translucent white. Zushi takes it so well, shivering as he feels hot cum spurt into him, each thrust pushing the gooey substance further inside of him.
Wing gives just a few more thrusts into Zushi before stilling completely, gulping down breaths and trying to bring himself back down from cloud nine. He stares down blankly at the boy beneath him, rakes his gaze up and down to observe his sweat-soaked skin that glistened in the light, thinks of how angelic he looks like this, an angel sent from heaven.
“I’ll give you one minute,” Wing says this time, doubling the time limit. “After that, there will be no more breaks for the remainder of our training. Understand?”
There’s a deafening silence, and for a moment, Wing is unsure if his student could even process his words at the moment, too fucked out to think. But then came the reply, which made him smile once again:
“Yes, Master.”