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Touya's Pride, Part 3 of 11 (NC-17, fic)
Title: Touya's Pride (Part 3 of 11)
Author: Ravenna C. Tan
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Hikaru/Akira eventually, Akira/others, sort of (you'll see)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Non-commercial fanfic.
Summary: Touya Akira loses a match and suffers a crisis of faith. Could wily old Kuwabara-sensei have the answer? Or is the answer to be found in Touya's eternal rival, Shindou Hikaru?
Warnings: This is not a fluffy Aki/Hika fic. There is what could be termed cross-gen/chan, and also psychological manipulation as part of the plot. The sexuality is graphic, but not gratuitous. Touya is 16. Spoilers for the series, also.
A/N: I posted an "intro" to Hikaru no Go for those who want to read the fic without watching or reading the whole series, on LJ and IJ.

Part One is here: LJ and IJ

Part Two: LJ and IJ



Part Three

Over the course of the next few days sensei replaced the toy with a bigger one, then a still bigger one that I had some physical trouble getting into place. I had to literally fuck myself on it, opening the way. I had to do it myself; he reminded me again he would not touch me. He wasn't some kind of pervert.

He reminded me that if it was too much, I could always refuse. But I have never been one to back down from a challenge.

Once that one was in, the torment was not over. It pressed against me in such a way inside that my erection did not flag for the entire game. The moment he left, I stroked myself right there in front of the Goban, until I came all over my fingers.

My parents would have been utterly horror-struck if they had known. But at that moment, my lust was stronger than my shame. And then after I was satisfied, and I lay on my back on the tatami to try to extract the thing, the shame that crept back was smaller than I expected it would be.

Just natural, like hunger or thirst. Perhaps if I hadn't been so sheltered all my life I'd already think of sexual things so matter-of-factly. Perhaps Shindou already did. Did he toss off as easily as he'd eat a bowl of ramen after a study session? I lay there spent and empty, the soiled toy in my hand, wondering.

I felt shameless lying there. And realized, yes, that was the point.

I had a match to play on Wednesday and I thought Kuwabara-sensei would not see me that day. But I was wrong. He was there early in the morning, with a driver to take me to the Go Institute. "My treat," he told me, "and besides, you might find it uncomfortable trying to ride the train and walk wearing this."

He held up another butt plug, this one even larger than the last. "No!" I said, before I could stop myself.

"Akira-kun," he growled like an old lion, playful and yet the warning evident in his voice.

I bowed, my eyes on the ground. "Kuwabara-sensei, please. I must win this match. I..."

"Do you think I don't know that, Akira-kun? The Go world is waiting to see if your big loss last week was merely a fluke, or if you are truly struggling."

"I..."

"You are struggling. But not the way they think. Come now. No one will know except me and you. You beat me last night, Touya Akira, with a raging hard prick and a fully stuffed butt." He laughed at how his crude language could still make me blush when the things he referred to didn't, not anymore. "Keep your momentum going. You wouldn't want to regress to the state you were in when you failed, would you? You have discovered a new edge. Use it."

"Yes, sensei."

"You'll need to keep up your progress if you're to face Ogata-kun at the end of next week, eh? Come now. Hurry." He knelt down on the floor in the entrance hall, right by the shoe rack, and put the plug on the floor, then pulled a small bottle from his suit jacket's pocket, and dribbled it liberally with pearly goo.

He stood and waited for me to seat myself upon it. There was no use protesting. They wouldn't sell toys like these if they were too large to fit, would they? And it wasn't that much larger than the one I had used last night.

And I had beat him.

I lowered myself down, a groan escaping me. So big. I began to doubt myself, doubt that I could get it in. But I kept trying. I could barely hear his words of encouragement as I forced myself down. Just a little more. A little more... I needed to open up more. I fucked myself on it, loosening the flesh, but it still wasn't enough.

It hurt as it went past the point where I could take it and without thinking, I soothed myself by stroking my cock. "Ah-ah!

"That's it, Akira-kun, that's it."

And suddenly it was in me, stealing my breath away entirely and leaving me trembling.

"Good. Get dressed. I'll be waiting in the car."

Fifteen minutes later I was seated next to him. He had not said one way or the other whether I should or could touch myself, so the moment I had gone into my bedroom I had tossed off as quickly as I could. At least then I could get dressed and look halfway normal, without a bulge in my pants.

At the Go institute, I caught sight of Shindou changing his shoes as I waited for the elevator. He had no match today and was dressed in a hoodie and track pants; he must have been there just to watch the match. I wondered what he and Kuwabara-sensei would say to each other in the observation room.

And then I had to forget them as it was time to face my opponent. Kagama 6-dan was from Nagasaki and had a face like a tengu. But I could play like a demon myself.

At the break for lunch halfway through the match, things were very, very close. My opponent was sweating a bit, perhaps starting to think that my stumble in my previous match must have been due to hidden illness.

But it was this time I had something to hide. As I went toward the restroom during the break, my treacherous penis decided it had had enough of a rest. I went into the bathroom anyway, feeling lightheaded, as if all the blood had been drawn out of my head and into my cock.

"Touya, are you all right?"

A warm hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked into Shindou's eyes. "Shindou..." My knees buckled.

"Whoa, hang on." He caught me and I had the craziest thought, which was that the smell of his shirt was familiar. Of course it was; we played each other often, had even traveled together once on that short good will trip to Korea. But I had never before been aware that I knew Shindou's scent.

My next thought was far more urgent, though, as my hardness brushed against his hip. Get away, get back... But actually doing it, not just thinking it, was harder than I thought.

Maybe he didn't feel it since he didn't push me away either. I finally stepped back and steadied myself against the door. "I'm sorry. Pardon me. I... I feel a little faint."

He turned the water on in the faucet and wetted a paper towel, and came back and dabbed it on my forehead. I had the urge to bury my nose in the soft warm place between his neck and his sweatshirt.

I'm going mad. Kuwabara-sensei is driving me mad.

But the coolness felt good and cleared my head a little. "Thanks." I took it from him and stepped away again.

"Will you be all right to meet at the Go salon tomorrow?" he asked, face anxious. "I really want to go over this match with you."

"Tomorrow?" I blinked, my mind blank.

He looked at me puzzled. "Touya, today's Wednesday. Thursdays we usually meet at your father's go salon, remember?"

"Oh, yes, I know... I just..." I hadn't thought about that. And I hadn't told Kuwabara sensei that I met Shindou nearly every week, unless one of us was traveling. "I, um, have a study session to go to."

"Oh? Whose? Can I come?"

I'm a terrible liar when I'm not prepared to make something up on the spot. "Er, no, you can't. It's a... it's a closed thing."

His face fell, a hint of anger in his eyes. Almost a look of accusation.

"Shindou, it's not what you think." Isn't it? What did I think he thought? "It's just this week, and maybe next."

"What about Friday, then?" he asked, still frowning at me.

"I'll... find out. Okay? I'll call you."

His face brightened a little. "All right. But if you don't call, I'm going to hound you instead, all right? So don't forget."

"I won't forget."

"Good. Now you better crush him during yose, or I'll be very disappointed."

The moment the door closed behind him, I went into a stall and jerked off as hard as I could. And then I did, indeed, crush Kagama 6-dan during yose.

(continue to part four!)