Three Yakuza and a Baby, Chapter 6
Title: Three Yakuza and a Baby, Chapter 6: Aki's in trouble!
Author: priestess_grrrl
Series: Viewfinder, which belongs to the wonderful Yamane-sensei, not me.
Pairing: Akihito and... Akhito. But Asami's there in spirit. ^_~
Rating: NC-17; warnings for bondage, masturbation, mild violence. Also, cliffie. (Sorry...!)
Notes: Apologies for the long delay; will try my best not to leave laptop six states away again. *headdesk*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6: Aki’s in Trouble!
Akihito yawned sleepily as he unlocked the door to the office darkroom. It had certainly been a rough twenty four hours and he was glad to be back at work, although he was worried about Kokoro. What the hell was Asami thinking, leaving a baby with someone like Feilong? Doesn’t he know anyone who’s not criminally insane? Regrettably, Akihito already knew the answer to that question.
Last night he and Asami had arrived at the Ritz Carlton to find Feilong lounging in the Jacuzzi, wearing nothing but some fancy pearls in his hair, with both Tao and Kokoro in the tub with him! Akihito couldn’t even count the number of things that were inappropriate about that situation. He had immediately rushed over to grab Kokoro out of Feilong’s arms, but she was as slippery as an eel, and for one horrifying moment, neither one of them had a hold of her.
It was Asami’s quick reflexes that had saved the day: he leaped forward and caught Kokoro in his hastily-removed suit jacket. Feilong was livid and Akihito was terrified that Asami would be angry, too - the absolute last thing Akihito wanted was to have to face the wrath of both Asami and Feilong at once. But Asami had only shrugged, glanced down at Kokoro and said, “Next time you decide to jump out of a tub, kid, do me a favor and wait until I’m not wearing a six thousand dollar suit.”
At this point Akihito had embarrassingly burst into tears, clinging to both Asami and the baby. Feilong thought this was so pathetic that he gave up, sank back into his bubbles and told Asami and Akihito to get lost. He agreed to let Akihito take Kokoro for the night as long as he brought her back the next morning so that they could go shopping again. Akihito couldn’t imagine what else Kokoro could possibly need, after seeing the baby equivalent of King Tut’s treasure piled up in the front room, but he didn’t argue.
I don’t know why Asami had to make things even crazier by bringing Feilong into this! Akihito fumed as he clicked off the darkroom safelight and began winding the first roll of film onto the reel. The situation was bad enough as it was without compounding the issue. Sometimes Akihito swore Asami did crazy things on purpose just to see what would happen. Despite his confident, controlled exterior, sometimes he acted just like a kid poking a hornet’s nest with a stick, honestly.
Still, Akihito had to admit, he had appreciated Asami spending the night with him last night, despite the fact that he had started the day trying to avoid him. Surprisingly, Asami was actually fairly good with Kokoro, and he didn’t seem to mind getting up at all hours of the night to feed her, either. In fact, Asami must have gotten up without Akihito even realizing, because he woke up in the early morning to an empty bed.
When he’d come into the living room, he was amazed to find Asami asleep on the couch with Kokoro curled up in his arms, her tiny fists clutching his silk robe. Akihito immediately fetched his camera and managed to get several good shots before Asami woke up and growled at him. He quickly darted away to hide the camera, lest Asami get any devious ideas concerning the improper usage of rolls of film.
Akihito smiled as he mixed the film chemicals together. I can’t wait to see how these turned out. He really wasn’t supposed to be processing personal film at work, but as it was only a few shots at the end of the roll, he wasn’t too worried. The last few images could always be cut off the roll…
He stopped. What was that? He could have sworn he heard something. Shaking his head, he continued what he was doing. Honestly, after all these years, you’d think the darkroom wouldn’t spook me anymore…
Before he could even finish that thought, he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Film chemicals spilled everywhere as a strong hand bearing a drug-soaked rag was forced over his mouth. Blind panic seized him and he started to struggle desperately against his attacker, but then something flashed through his mind. Asami had told him what to do in this situation, what was it, what was it…??
“If someone tries to drug you, don’t struggle. Hold your breath and go limp. They will assume that the drug has taken effect and that will leave you free to plan your next move. Struggling will only cause the drug to work faster.”
Focusing on Asami’s calm, controlled voice in his head, Akihito fought down the impulse to writhe to escape and purposefully relaxed all of his limbs. Asami had been right: his unknown assailant immediately switched gears, assuming him to be unconscious. He was unceremoniously dropped to the floor where a second set of hands grabbed his wrists and started binding them together behind his back.
So there are two of them… no, three. A third intruder tightly secured a blindfold around his eyes, then rudely fisted his hair, forced his jaw open and shoved something inside. A ball gag…?! Akihito nearly gave himself away by choking, but luckily (or unluckily, depending how you looked at it) he had a lot of experience being bound and gagged, so he recovered quickly. What worried him more was the fact that his assailants seemed to know exactly what they were doing and had all the right tools to do it. This was clearly no ordinary, everyday kidnapping.
Suddenly his blood froze in terror: his sneakers were being pulled roughly off of his feet. They were stripping him. Please, God, no…! It was one thing to keep up this routine of playing possum if they were just going to tie him up, but if they intended to rape him, too… Not that struggling would make that much of a difference, as there were three of them and only one of him. Tears moistened the inside of his blindfold. Gang rape was not something he wanted to experience first hand. Please, Asami, hurry, come find me, I need you, hurry…!
Apparently rape was not what his attackers had in mind, however, as they merely secured his ankles, then proceeded to bind his wrists and ankles together behind him. Akihito breathed a silent sigh of relief through his nose. Whatever was happening, at least it wasn’t that. Nevertheless, there was clearly a distinctly sexual element at play here, and that fact disturbed him. He’d been hogtied and ballgagged before, and it was never for a nice little walk in the park. Whoever these people were, they were no strangers to bondage. Why do these things always happen to me…?
As they grabbed him roughly and yanked him upward, Akihito realized that the small amount of the drug he had inhaled had indeed affected him. Dizziness and nausea threatened to overcome him as he struggled to remain conscious. A rolling, squeaking sound met his ears… something was being dragged into the room. He felt himself being lifted upward by many hands, then he was dropped like a rock face-first into whatever they had just wheeled into the darkroom. Fortunately something fairly soft had broken his fall. He tried to discern what was pressed against his bruised face, something crinkly, papery…
Mail. This is a mail cart. Oh. His attackers must have stolen it from the mailroom and brought it down here. That meant… that meant… fuck. The drug was definitely starting to affect his cognitive abilities. Inside this cart, they could easily take him out of the building unnoticed. Asami likely had men stationed outside, but they would probably not notice a random mail cart being wheeled out of the building. Not good. Not good at all.
As he felt the cart starting to move, Akihito tried to breathe, difficult as it was while trussed up and gagged. Think, Takaba, think. What would Asami do? Of course, Asami would never be in this situation, because no one would be stupid enough to try to kidnap Asami, and if they did, they’d be the ones who ended up bound and gagged in a mail cart. Nevertheless, Akihito tried to summon Asami’s calming voice in his head once more.
“Pay attention to your surroundings. Information is your best ally in a compromised situation. Never assume defeat; a loss is only a temporary setback. Gather information and bide your time. Where are you? What are your assets? Who are your allies?”
Right. Akihito thought about it. Where are you? In a mail cart. Assets? None. Allies? None. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Asami was his ally. Only problem was, he wasn’t here at the moment. Come to think of it, Feilong was actually his ally too, in this situation. Unless it was Feilong who had kidnapped him again, but Akihito doubted it. Feilong preferred flashy, taking-off-in-helicopter-after-gunfight type of kidnappings. This covert-darkroom-mail-cart sort of thing wasn’t really his style.
As for assets, well, he did have his consciousness, that was one really good thing. And - oh! He just remembered: there was a comb in his back pocket. That was most certainly an asset. He’d definitely seen movies in which the hero uses the comb in his back pocket to saw through the ropes and escape. I bet that’s what Asami would do! Now, if only he could reach it…
Ever so slightly he strained against the ropes, sliding his hands toward his jeans pocket, careful not to reveal himself. The cart was actually bumping along quite a bit, which helped to hide his movements. It was somewhat difficult to grasp with his hands since they were tied to his feet, but eventually he managed to get a hold of the small comb. Victory!
Except… wait. Now what? He was holding the comb, but it wasn’t like he could start sawing away at the ropes without them noticing. And soon, he realized with a start, they were probably going to pick him up and move him to a new location. They were surely to notice the comb then, and take it away. Crap!
Akihito did the only thing he could think of to do: he struggled against the ropes until his hands were close to his waistline, and then he carefully began to slide the comb into his boxers. He figured he could put it there for safe keeping, and then retrieve it at some point when he was presented with an opportunity for escape.
Slowly he slid it down against his skin, inch by inch. He had it almost all the way in when suddenly the cart hit a huge bump, which caused the comb to grind straight into the crack of his ass, teeth first. Ouch! Fortunately the gag muffled his painful cry, and his assailants were too busy navigating the cart to notice, since they had now moved outside. Akihito considered trying to cry out in order to alert Asami’s guards, but that might only make things worse, and then he would lose his one advantage.
His thoughts were also preoccupied just now with getting that damned thing out of his ass. The comb had somehow lodged itself painfully between his cheeks, and he was struggling as much as he dared to get it out. How do I get myself into these situations? There was no time to ponder this, however, as he was very abruptly deposited, mail and all, into what he presumed to be a vehicle. A tarp or blanket was thrown on top of him and he heard the sound of metal doors being slammed shut.
For the first time he could hear the voices of his abductors: Chinese speaking voices. Uh oh, maybe this really is Feilong’s doing…? That didn’t make a lot of sense, though. Why would Feilong have him kidnapped now, right under Asami’s nose? There had to be another explanation. Something to do with Kokoro, perhaps. The sad truth was that it could be anything, since apparently it was common knowledge that all anyone had to do if they wanted to manipulate Asami was to snatch Akihito. He rolled his eyes under the blindfold. Yeah, because apparently that’s my role in life, being Asami’s damsel in distress.
Akihito’s face flushed in anger. Why couldn’t these people just talk to each other, like normal human beings? Why was it always guns and violence and kidnapping? And why was he always stuck in the middle, trussed up like an animal, waiting for Asami to come rescue him? He loathed it, but he felt powerless to change it. Since he’d been thrust into Asami’s topsy-turvy world, it was all he could do just to keep his head above water.
As the vehicle started to move, Akihito tried to orient himself. The voices seemed to be coming from further ahead, from the front seat of the vehicle, perhaps, though it was hard to tell from where he was on the floor. He guessed it was some kind of van they were in and that he’d been shoved in the back, like luggage. That way if they were pulled over or someone happened to look inside, they wouldn’t notice anything suspicious.
The plus side of this arrangement was that he was now nearly invisible to his assailants. As long as he didn’t make any sharp movements, they wouldn’t know what he was doing. Time for me to enact my escape plan! First step: getting the comb out of his ass. He twisted his hands around until he was able to reach carefully into his pants with two fingers. It took him a couple of tries, but he managed to pinch the comb between his fingers and slowly, slowly pull it out.
Akihito suddenly shivered all over. The way the comb had felt sliding up his backside reminded him strongly of the way Asami often stroked him erotically with his fingernails before penetrating him. His cock twitched. Damn it, not now, I’m trying to escape, here! Yet his body did not want to obey. The last time he had been in this particular position, Asami had been doing all sorts of interesting things to him, which his body was quick to remember even if he wanted to forget. The sexual nature of this entire affair was impossible to deny, and the more Akihito tried to ignore it, the harder his aching cock became.
Twisting and writhing against the ropes, Akihito struggled to ease the pain in his groin, which was uncomfortably trapped against the floor underneath him. He managed to get himself partially on his side, hopefully without anyone noticing, which was at least somewhat less agonizing. Determined not to give up, he gripped his little comb firmly in his hand and began sawing it against the nearest rope.
To Akihito’s dismay, it soon became obvious that a cheap plastic comb did absolutely nothing against strong nylon rope. In fact the opposite was true: the comb was quickly robbed of most of its teeth. Damn it, it always works in the movies…! Actually, now that he thought about it, he realized that in the movies, the person who escaped using a comb was usually bound with duct tape. Great. The only time I actually want to be tied up with duct tape, and I’m not. Feilong would be laughing right about now.
Sinking miserably back into his bonds, Akihito once again wished desperately for Asami to come crashing through the doors and rescue him. He imagined what Asami might do if he found Akihito in this position. He would jerk me off, goddamn it. Even before he untied me, he would grab my cock and fucking jerk me off, right here, right on the floor of this fucking van, goddamn it…!
Akihito gave up: he started grinding his hips into the carpeted floor in a desperate attempt to ease his swollen erection. He no longer cared if his assailants noticed him writhing around: fuck them, fuck everybody. All he could think about was Asami: Asami on top of him, Asami inside of him, the way Asami fucked him so hard that everything disappeared, all his thoughts, all his feelings, his entire existence became nothing but white hot desire.
As he urgently rubbed the tip of his cock against a groove in the floor of the van, straining against the ropes that bound him, he imagined Asami’s vice-like grip squeezing him hard, again and again. In Asami’s limo, pressed against the leather seats, in the tiled bathroom, forced down on his knees and tied to the faucet, in the elevator, his hands bound over his head with Asami’s silk tie, his silk handkerchief stuffed in Akihito’s mouth, coming so hard again and again into Asami’s strong hand. Take me, please, take all of me, Asami, Asami, ASAMI…!
Akihito was sure his kidnappers must have heard his muffled groan as he reached his climax, but if they did, they gave no indication. He lay there, panting through his nose, drooling helplessly over the gag. Asami. Hurry. I need you. Please.
But he knew it was useless to expect Asami to come for him so soon: there was no way he would know that anything had happened until Akihito failed to show up at his apartment after work. That was hours and hours from now. Meanwhile, there was nothing for him to do but lie here, tied up and gagged, with a sore face, a sore ass, a sore cock and now, wet jeans.
He was saved from feeling sorry for himself by the van abruptly coming to a stop. His kidnappers hauled him out, still wrapped up in the tarp, which made it difficult for Akihito to breathe. Luckily this did not last for long; soon he was dropped to the floor once again and the tarp was taken away. Someone began untying the ropes that bound his hands to his feet, then his wrist bonds were removed.
For a few seconds he let himself hope that they were going to untie him entirely, but that was not to be the case. He was hauled up against a pole of some kind; the metal felt cool against his drugged, overheated skin. Immediately they began tying him tightly to the pole, securing his wrists firmly behind it. The hemp rope they were using was larger and scratchier this time, and if possible, even more uncomfortable. Akihito couldn’t shake the idea that whoever these people were, they were experts at this particular game.
Unexpectedly, the blindfold was hastily torn from his eyes. He blinked several times before he remembered he was supposed to be still unconscious. Closing his eyes again, he tried to make sense of what he saw. An abandoned warehouse, hanging lights, steel beams, people wearing black…
The gag was then ripped out of his mouth and he couldn’t help but gasp for breath. He was wondering whether or not he should try to keep up the ruse of being unconscious when all of a sudden he was splashed in the face with freezing cold water. His eyes opened wide with shock and he shook his head, coughing.
Slowly the room came back into focus. In front of him were three women, all in black leather, none of them looking very friendly. One of them was holding a now-empty bucket, smiling a vicious sort of smile that reminded Akihito of Feilong when he was in one of his cruel moods. The others were standing with their hands on their hips, looking very much like venomous spiders examining the hapless prey trapped in their web, deciding whether they’d like to kill him first or eat him raw and still wriggling.
I’ve been kidnapped by a bunch of women. How can I even call myself a man?
At a noise from somewhere behind them, the three spider-women parted to reveal a pale young girl with large, empty eyes. She strode up to Akihito and gave him a look that frightened him to the core, though he couldn’t explain why. When she was mere inches away, she spoke to him in an eerily calm voice:
“What have you done with my child?”
Author: priestess_grrrl
Series: Viewfinder, which belongs to the wonderful Yamane-sensei, not me.
Pairing: Akihito and... Akhito. But Asami's there in spirit. ^_~
Rating: NC-17; warnings for bondage, masturbation, mild violence. Also, cliffie. (Sorry...!)
Notes: Apologies for the long delay; will try my best not to leave laptop six states away again. *headdesk*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6: Aki’s in Trouble!
Akihito yawned sleepily as he unlocked the door to the office darkroom. It had certainly been a rough twenty four hours and he was glad to be back at work, although he was worried about Kokoro. What the hell was Asami thinking, leaving a baby with someone like Feilong? Doesn’t he know anyone who’s not criminally insane? Regrettably, Akihito already knew the answer to that question.
Last night he and Asami had arrived at the Ritz Carlton to find Feilong lounging in the Jacuzzi, wearing nothing but some fancy pearls in his hair, with both Tao and Kokoro in the tub with him! Akihito couldn’t even count the number of things that were inappropriate about that situation. He had immediately rushed over to grab Kokoro out of Feilong’s arms, but she was as slippery as an eel, and for one horrifying moment, neither one of them had a hold of her.
It was Asami’s quick reflexes that had saved the day: he leaped forward and caught Kokoro in his hastily-removed suit jacket. Feilong was livid and Akihito was terrified that Asami would be angry, too - the absolute last thing Akihito wanted was to have to face the wrath of both Asami and Feilong at once. But Asami had only shrugged, glanced down at Kokoro and said, “Next time you decide to jump out of a tub, kid, do me a favor and wait until I’m not wearing a six thousand dollar suit.”
At this point Akihito had embarrassingly burst into tears, clinging to both Asami and the baby. Feilong thought this was so pathetic that he gave up, sank back into his bubbles and told Asami and Akihito to get lost. He agreed to let Akihito take Kokoro for the night as long as he brought her back the next morning so that they could go shopping again. Akihito couldn’t imagine what else Kokoro could possibly need, after seeing the baby equivalent of King Tut’s treasure piled up in the front room, but he didn’t argue.
I don’t know why Asami had to make things even crazier by bringing Feilong into this! Akihito fumed as he clicked off the darkroom safelight and began winding the first roll of film onto the reel. The situation was bad enough as it was without compounding the issue. Sometimes Akihito swore Asami did crazy things on purpose just to see what would happen. Despite his confident, controlled exterior, sometimes he acted just like a kid poking a hornet’s nest with a stick, honestly.
Still, Akihito had to admit, he had appreciated Asami spending the night with him last night, despite the fact that he had started the day trying to avoid him. Surprisingly, Asami was actually fairly good with Kokoro, and he didn’t seem to mind getting up at all hours of the night to feed her, either. In fact, Asami must have gotten up without Akihito even realizing, because he woke up in the early morning to an empty bed.
When he’d come into the living room, he was amazed to find Asami asleep on the couch with Kokoro curled up in his arms, her tiny fists clutching his silk robe. Akihito immediately fetched his camera and managed to get several good shots before Asami woke up and growled at him. He quickly darted away to hide the camera, lest Asami get any devious ideas concerning the improper usage of rolls of film.
Akihito smiled as he mixed the film chemicals together. I can’t wait to see how these turned out. He really wasn’t supposed to be processing personal film at work, but as it was only a few shots at the end of the roll, he wasn’t too worried. The last few images could always be cut off the roll…
He stopped. What was that? He could have sworn he heard something. Shaking his head, he continued what he was doing. Honestly, after all these years, you’d think the darkroom wouldn’t spook me anymore…
Before he could even finish that thought, he was suddenly grabbed from behind. Film chemicals spilled everywhere as a strong hand bearing a drug-soaked rag was forced over his mouth. Blind panic seized him and he started to struggle desperately against his attacker, but then something flashed through his mind. Asami had told him what to do in this situation, what was it, what was it…??
“If someone tries to drug you, don’t struggle. Hold your breath and go limp. They will assume that the drug has taken effect and that will leave you free to plan your next move. Struggling will only cause the drug to work faster.”
Focusing on Asami’s calm, controlled voice in his head, Akihito fought down the impulse to writhe to escape and purposefully relaxed all of his limbs. Asami had been right: his unknown assailant immediately switched gears, assuming him to be unconscious. He was unceremoniously dropped to the floor where a second set of hands grabbed his wrists and started binding them together behind his back.
So there are two of them… no, three. A third intruder tightly secured a blindfold around his eyes, then rudely fisted his hair, forced his jaw open and shoved something inside. A ball gag…?! Akihito nearly gave himself away by choking, but luckily (or unluckily, depending how you looked at it) he had a lot of experience being bound and gagged, so he recovered quickly. What worried him more was the fact that his assailants seemed to know exactly what they were doing and had all the right tools to do it. This was clearly no ordinary, everyday kidnapping.
Suddenly his blood froze in terror: his sneakers were being pulled roughly off of his feet. They were stripping him. Please, God, no…! It was one thing to keep up this routine of playing possum if they were just going to tie him up, but if they intended to rape him, too… Not that struggling would make that much of a difference, as there were three of them and only one of him. Tears moistened the inside of his blindfold. Gang rape was not something he wanted to experience first hand. Please, Asami, hurry, come find me, I need you, hurry…!
Apparently rape was not what his attackers had in mind, however, as they merely secured his ankles, then proceeded to bind his wrists and ankles together behind him. Akihito breathed a silent sigh of relief through his nose. Whatever was happening, at least it wasn’t that. Nevertheless, there was clearly a distinctly sexual element at play here, and that fact disturbed him. He’d been hogtied and ballgagged before, and it was never for a nice little walk in the park. Whoever these people were, they were no strangers to bondage. Why do these things always happen to me…?
As they grabbed him roughly and yanked him upward, Akihito realized that the small amount of the drug he had inhaled had indeed affected him. Dizziness and nausea threatened to overcome him as he struggled to remain conscious. A rolling, squeaking sound met his ears… something was being dragged into the room. He felt himself being lifted upward by many hands, then he was dropped like a rock face-first into whatever they had just wheeled into the darkroom. Fortunately something fairly soft had broken his fall. He tried to discern what was pressed against his bruised face, something crinkly, papery…
Mail. This is a mail cart. Oh. His attackers must have stolen it from the mailroom and brought it down here. That meant… that meant… fuck. The drug was definitely starting to affect his cognitive abilities. Inside this cart, they could easily take him out of the building unnoticed. Asami likely had men stationed outside, but they would probably not notice a random mail cart being wheeled out of the building. Not good. Not good at all.
As he felt the cart starting to move, Akihito tried to breathe, difficult as it was while trussed up and gagged. Think, Takaba, think. What would Asami do? Of course, Asami would never be in this situation, because no one would be stupid enough to try to kidnap Asami, and if they did, they’d be the ones who ended up bound and gagged in a mail cart. Nevertheless, Akihito tried to summon Asami’s calming voice in his head once more.
“Pay attention to your surroundings. Information is your best ally in a compromised situation. Never assume defeat; a loss is only a temporary setback. Gather information and bide your time. Where are you? What are your assets? Who are your allies?”
Right. Akihito thought about it. Where are you? In a mail cart. Assets? None. Allies? None. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Asami was his ally. Only problem was, he wasn’t here at the moment. Come to think of it, Feilong was actually his ally too, in this situation. Unless it was Feilong who had kidnapped him again, but Akihito doubted it. Feilong preferred flashy, taking-off-in-helicopter-after-gunfight type of kidnappings. This covert-darkroom-mail-cart sort of thing wasn’t really his style.
As for assets, well, he did have his consciousness, that was one really good thing. And - oh! He just remembered: there was a comb in his back pocket. That was most certainly an asset. He’d definitely seen movies in which the hero uses the comb in his back pocket to saw through the ropes and escape. I bet that’s what Asami would do! Now, if only he could reach it…
Ever so slightly he strained against the ropes, sliding his hands toward his jeans pocket, careful not to reveal himself. The cart was actually bumping along quite a bit, which helped to hide his movements. It was somewhat difficult to grasp with his hands since they were tied to his feet, but eventually he managed to get a hold of the small comb. Victory!
Except… wait. Now what? He was holding the comb, but it wasn’t like he could start sawing away at the ropes without them noticing. And soon, he realized with a start, they were probably going to pick him up and move him to a new location. They were surely to notice the comb then, and take it away. Crap!
Akihito did the only thing he could think of to do: he struggled against the ropes until his hands were close to his waistline, and then he carefully began to slide the comb into his boxers. He figured he could put it there for safe keeping, and then retrieve it at some point when he was presented with an opportunity for escape.
Slowly he slid it down against his skin, inch by inch. He had it almost all the way in when suddenly the cart hit a huge bump, which caused the comb to grind straight into the crack of his ass, teeth first. Ouch! Fortunately the gag muffled his painful cry, and his assailants were too busy navigating the cart to notice, since they had now moved outside. Akihito considered trying to cry out in order to alert Asami’s guards, but that might only make things worse, and then he would lose his one advantage.
His thoughts were also preoccupied just now with getting that damned thing out of his ass. The comb had somehow lodged itself painfully between his cheeks, and he was struggling as much as he dared to get it out. How do I get myself into these situations? There was no time to ponder this, however, as he was very abruptly deposited, mail and all, into what he presumed to be a vehicle. A tarp or blanket was thrown on top of him and he heard the sound of metal doors being slammed shut.
For the first time he could hear the voices of his abductors: Chinese speaking voices. Uh oh, maybe this really is Feilong’s doing…? That didn’t make a lot of sense, though. Why would Feilong have him kidnapped now, right under Asami’s nose? There had to be another explanation. Something to do with Kokoro, perhaps. The sad truth was that it could be anything, since apparently it was common knowledge that all anyone had to do if they wanted to manipulate Asami was to snatch Akihito. He rolled his eyes under the blindfold. Yeah, because apparently that’s my role in life, being Asami’s damsel in distress.
Akihito’s face flushed in anger. Why couldn’t these people just talk to each other, like normal human beings? Why was it always guns and violence and kidnapping? And why was he always stuck in the middle, trussed up like an animal, waiting for Asami to come rescue him? He loathed it, but he felt powerless to change it. Since he’d been thrust into Asami’s topsy-turvy world, it was all he could do just to keep his head above water.
As the vehicle started to move, Akihito tried to orient himself. The voices seemed to be coming from further ahead, from the front seat of the vehicle, perhaps, though it was hard to tell from where he was on the floor. He guessed it was some kind of van they were in and that he’d been shoved in the back, like luggage. That way if they were pulled over or someone happened to look inside, they wouldn’t notice anything suspicious.
The plus side of this arrangement was that he was now nearly invisible to his assailants. As long as he didn’t make any sharp movements, they wouldn’t know what he was doing. Time for me to enact my escape plan! First step: getting the comb out of his ass. He twisted his hands around until he was able to reach carefully into his pants with two fingers. It took him a couple of tries, but he managed to pinch the comb between his fingers and slowly, slowly pull it out.
Akihito suddenly shivered all over. The way the comb had felt sliding up his backside reminded him strongly of the way Asami often stroked him erotically with his fingernails before penetrating him. His cock twitched. Damn it, not now, I’m trying to escape, here! Yet his body did not want to obey. The last time he had been in this particular position, Asami had been doing all sorts of interesting things to him, which his body was quick to remember even if he wanted to forget. The sexual nature of this entire affair was impossible to deny, and the more Akihito tried to ignore it, the harder his aching cock became.
Twisting and writhing against the ropes, Akihito struggled to ease the pain in his groin, which was uncomfortably trapped against the floor underneath him. He managed to get himself partially on his side, hopefully without anyone noticing, which was at least somewhat less agonizing. Determined not to give up, he gripped his little comb firmly in his hand and began sawing it against the nearest rope.
To Akihito’s dismay, it soon became obvious that a cheap plastic comb did absolutely nothing against strong nylon rope. In fact the opposite was true: the comb was quickly robbed of most of its teeth. Damn it, it always works in the movies…! Actually, now that he thought about it, he realized that in the movies, the person who escaped using a comb was usually bound with duct tape. Great. The only time I actually want to be tied up with duct tape, and I’m not. Feilong would be laughing right about now.
Sinking miserably back into his bonds, Akihito once again wished desperately for Asami to come crashing through the doors and rescue him. He imagined what Asami might do if he found Akihito in this position. He would jerk me off, goddamn it. Even before he untied me, he would grab my cock and fucking jerk me off, right here, right on the floor of this fucking van, goddamn it…!
Akihito gave up: he started grinding his hips into the carpeted floor in a desperate attempt to ease his swollen erection. He no longer cared if his assailants noticed him writhing around: fuck them, fuck everybody. All he could think about was Asami: Asami on top of him, Asami inside of him, the way Asami fucked him so hard that everything disappeared, all his thoughts, all his feelings, his entire existence became nothing but white hot desire.
As he urgently rubbed the tip of his cock against a groove in the floor of the van, straining against the ropes that bound him, he imagined Asami’s vice-like grip squeezing him hard, again and again. In Asami’s limo, pressed against the leather seats, in the tiled bathroom, forced down on his knees and tied to the faucet, in the elevator, his hands bound over his head with Asami’s silk tie, his silk handkerchief stuffed in Akihito’s mouth, coming so hard again and again into Asami’s strong hand. Take me, please, take all of me, Asami, Asami, ASAMI…!
Akihito was sure his kidnappers must have heard his muffled groan as he reached his climax, but if they did, they gave no indication. He lay there, panting through his nose, drooling helplessly over the gag. Asami. Hurry. I need you. Please.
But he knew it was useless to expect Asami to come for him so soon: there was no way he would know that anything had happened until Akihito failed to show up at his apartment after work. That was hours and hours from now. Meanwhile, there was nothing for him to do but lie here, tied up and gagged, with a sore face, a sore ass, a sore cock and now, wet jeans.
He was saved from feeling sorry for himself by the van abruptly coming to a stop. His kidnappers hauled him out, still wrapped up in the tarp, which made it difficult for Akihito to breathe. Luckily this did not last for long; soon he was dropped to the floor once again and the tarp was taken away. Someone began untying the ropes that bound his hands to his feet, then his wrist bonds were removed.
For a few seconds he let himself hope that they were going to untie him entirely, but that was not to be the case. He was hauled up against a pole of some kind; the metal felt cool against his drugged, overheated skin. Immediately they began tying him tightly to the pole, securing his wrists firmly behind it. The hemp rope they were using was larger and scratchier this time, and if possible, even more uncomfortable. Akihito couldn’t shake the idea that whoever these people were, they were experts at this particular game.
Unexpectedly, the blindfold was hastily torn from his eyes. He blinked several times before he remembered he was supposed to be still unconscious. Closing his eyes again, he tried to make sense of what he saw. An abandoned warehouse, hanging lights, steel beams, people wearing black…
The gag was then ripped out of his mouth and he couldn’t help but gasp for breath. He was wondering whether or not he should try to keep up the ruse of being unconscious when all of a sudden he was splashed in the face with freezing cold water. His eyes opened wide with shock and he shook his head, coughing.
Slowly the room came back into focus. In front of him were three women, all in black leather, none of them looking very friendly. One of them was holding a now-empty bucket, smiling a vicious sort of smile that reminded Akihito of Feilong when he was in one of his cruel moods. The others were standing with their hands on their hips, looking very much like venomous spiders examining the hapless prey trapped in their web, deciding whether they’d like to kill him first or eat him raw and still wriggling.
I’ve been kidnapped by a bunch of women. How can I even call myself a man?
At a noise from somewhere behind them, the three spider-women parted to reveal a pale young girl with large, empty eyes. She strode up to Akihito and gave him a look that frightened him to the core, though he couldn’t explain why. When she was mere inches away, she spoke to him in an eerily calm voice:
“What have you done with my child?”