RUSH-HOUR - Chapter 4
Warning: Contains explicit descriptions of man-on-man action. Don't read if you are too young or too timid for that. The rest: Enjoy ;-)
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Dragging my weakly resisting body along, Mister Chills emitted an air of tenseness, along with fierce confidence. I knew I should have fought harder against him. I knew I gave him all the wrong signals, of being meek and submissive, both of which I normally was not. A dominant man like him would only feel encouraged, and I feared for the intactness of my behind after going with him to some hotel. He was the type who could screw you raw, until you couldn't walk properly anymore. The bulk in his pants had indicated he was huge. People often assume that dominant men are like that to compensate for, well, not so overly developed parts of their anatomy. That's a wrong assumption, at least when it comes to truely dominant men. From my experience, they don't need to compensate for anything. And he for sure was no fake.
The Love Hotel he dragged my tired as hell body to was one of the pretty exclusive ones. Seemed like at least he deemed me worth spending some money on. The man at the reception looked at us, or rather him, for a second, then avoided eye-contact. Mister Chills didn't pause at the counter, instead he flipped a black plastic card out of his pockets that operated the elevator. Not letting go of my hand for one moment, he dragged me inside the lift. As soon as the doors closed, his free hand shot at the back of my head, forcing my face close to his.
The kiss was rough, which is ususally not to my liking, but I bowed down to his great technique nevertheless. When his tongue pried my lips open, almost brutally starting to explore my oral cavitiy, I came back to my senses. Despite being tired and therefore weak, I tried to push him away, to no avail. So I had to sgnal him my resolve to end the kiss by biting down on his tongue. That was the only thing I could do, constrained in his death grip as I was. I didn't dare bite too hard, out of fear this would arouse the beast in him only more.
With a sudden push, he slammed my body against the elevator wall. „Ouch", crying out in pain and surprise, I glared furiously at him, obviously serving as amusement for him. The next moment, the doors opened again, and he once more grabbed my hand. „Come!" The way he talked to me, in this short, demanding manner, angered me, but it also made me follow him without contradiction.
The room we finally entered hightened my anxiety almost to the point of an anxiety attack. It was one of the kinky play-rooms, openly displaying scary tools and toys for people with a more individual taste. I mean, using toys can be fun sometimes, with a familiar and trust-worthy partner. None of these features could be attributed to him.
Closing the door behind the shocked me, he grabbed my shoulders from behind, pushing me towards the huge bed, then down onto the bed so that I was facing him. Towering over me, he chuckled. „You are a strange one. Following me here without resistance, seems like my estimation of you up until now was wrong."
„I'm tired as hell. What did you expect me to do? Make a scene in front of my new work place? Or in the streets, so that I get arrested with someone like you, who presumably has some illegal stuff in his pockets?"
He chuckled again. Tracing the contours of my left cheek with one of his fingers, his hand slipped further down, along my nape and into the collar of my shirt. „Stop it!" Grabbing his wandering hand, I managed to wriggle my way off the bed. „I'm not like that, sleaping with someone I don't even know the name of!"
„Mirai. That's my name. And you know it very well, since you interviewed our landlady about me, just the way I did about you." Oh hell, how I hated my pale skin-color at that moment, not hiding the slightest bit how red my cheeks had turned. It was true. A few days after moving into the appartement, after seeing him for the first time, I had asked some - in my eyes at that time innocent - questions. After learning from one of the other students in the complex that he was a dealer, I had made sure not to openly show any interest in him again.
„That doesn't change the fact that I won't sleep with a stranger. And you are a stranger to me."
„We are neighbors for almost five months now. And don't tell me you never got picked up at a bar, followed by a one-night-stand?" His brows raised. It was clear as day that he would see through a lie instantly.
„Two. I went with two guys I didn't know previously, and slept with one of them. As I told you, I'm not like that." Maybe digging my own grave, I added honestly: „All in all, I only had five partners up until now. And I prefer being on top, just that you know it!"
There was astonishment flickering over his features, then the wolfish grin returned. „Prefer? So you do switch position, don't you?" Yepp, I had just dug my own grave. Truth be told, I mostly was a top, but didn't mind switching positions with a steady partner who wanted to, like Hitako. We had only dated for three months, which is admittedly not very long, but it had been a commited dating period. Going out for almost a month before more happened than kissing and a bit of feeling-up, both getting tested before having sex, and not screwing around with anyone else, until we had decided that we were better off just being friends. Call me old-fashioned, but I prefered it that way. There were too many deseases one could catch, and I didn't have the time or strength for fooling around in-between my jobs and university, anyway.
„Good, so I won't have to be gentle like with some virgin!" This blunt declaration made me instantly feel nausea.
Almost whimpering, I backed away from him, pleading with my eyes and voice: „Don't rape me, I beg of you! My next shift is scheduled for tonight, and I need this job, I really do!" Why I brought up my job as an argument against being raped, escaped even my own understanding. There were far more important reasons for not getting raped.
But Mirai, my Mister Chills, laughed out loud. „You got hard as steel once you saw me. Don't worry, we'll use protection, although I am clean. Get tested regularly, since I meet a lot of pesty people in my business. Regarding your job: The harder I fuck you, the better, until you are unable to stand up. Quit at club Rush-Hour, that's no place for you." Observing me with narrowed eyes, he added: „How did you end up there, anyway?"
„That's none of your fucking business..." The fire in Mirai's eyes flared up. Scaring me into submission again. „Okay, okay, I'll tell you. No big story behind it, anyway. A former high-school class-mate of mine works there and recommended me to the manager. They pay far more than at in my previous job, so of course I didn't let this chance go by." Some hard to grasp emotion flickered across his face, then he grinned.
„No problem. If it's money you need, just work for me." Reducing the distance between us, rooting me on the spot with his burning eyes, he whispered into my ears: „Or become my living and breathing sex toy! I'm a generous master to my toys, you know!"
Puffing out steam that had build up within me while listening to his demeaning words, I finally found my true form back. „Are you crazy? I would never deal drugs. And I would definitely never sleep with anyone for money!"
Not caring to respond to anything I had said, Mirai started to brush his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck. Damn, it felt good, especially the way he carefully nipped every now and then, using his teeth in an arousing manner, with just the right amount of pain thrown into the mix. My legs turned into butter, very soft butter.
Panting, I catched myself leaning against his strong, muscular body, and I couldn't do anything about it. „You want me, don't you!", he whispered, in a matter of state fact. And I couldn't deny it, or hide the tell-tale reaction of my lower body. Yes, I was hard as steel once more, from his ministrations to my neck and the masculine smell of his body.
„What if I do? There are a lot of men I find attractive. Doesn't make you anything special to me!"
This rebuke obviously angered him. Grabbing me at my shoulders again, he held me at arms-length. „Men like Hiro Mizushima? Let me guess, he performed some show in front of you, didn't he? There's no way he wouldn't get the hots for a cutie like you. But I won't hand you over to him, because you are mine. If you want to, or not, doesn't really matter. Once I want something, I get it!"
How did he know? And why did Mirai know someone like Hiro good enough to predict his actions? Who was this guy? Confused, I stared at him. Then the rest he had said dawned upon me, and I winced.
„Will you quit at the club, like I tell you to - yes or no?" His eyes burned into my skin and flesh, leaving me no other option than to give him an answer.
„No, I won't quit. Who do you think..." The rest of my sentence remained unspoken forever.
Pushing me back to the bed again, and down onto it, he started undressing me with rough movements, ripping my garments in the process. „Okay. If there is no other way to get you to quit, I'll have to make sure you won't be able to get back there tonight. Starting with your uniform. You can't work with a torn one, can you?"
Shamefull words of begging and pleading escaped my mouth. I was truly terrified. All my former sex partners had been very gentle, especially the one's with whom I had accepted to take the receiving end, and honestly, I was convinced that I had not an ounce of masochism in me. I didn't like being dominated, I actually hated it. That's why I left the boarading school after just a year, and moved into my own place at only sixteen. The teachers had been strict, as had been my step-father. That didn't sit well with me, seeing myself as a free spirit, unwilling to be tied down by anyone. The only one I could fully trust was me. The only one who counted was also me.
Therefore, being pressed under this dominant man's body wasn't just scary, it right out petrified me. Unable to fight back, for he was simply too strong, I covered my eyes with my hands and started to sob, while his hands aggressively continued to tear my clothes into shreds. Suddenly, his motions stopped. I could feel his hot breath puffing against the back of my hands, his aroused panting ringing in my ears. „Don't cry!" This time, his voice sounded much gentler. His breath was exchanged for his lips, brushing against my skin, placing soft kisses on my hands and by now tear-streaked cheeks. Carefully, I peeked at his face. There seemed to be honest distress noticeable.
Nonetheless, he didn't withdraw. His hands had ripped every single button from my vest and shirt, exposing my bare chest to his gaze and touch. It didn't take him long to take advantage of that. Kissing his way down, from my cheeks to my collarbone, he marked the sensitive skin with his teeth, underlining his claim of me being his. Arriving at the two protrusions on my chest, he admired the sight. I knew my nipples were a turn-on, all my former boyfriends had liked to play with them a lot. They were round and tiny and red like little cherries, a beautiful contrast against my pale skin. Mirai was no exception. Taking one of them into his mouth, he sucked on it, then licked it with his hot and coarse tongue. My pleading turned into moaning, to my own disgust. But I couldn't help it, this is one of my most sensitive spots. Obviously pleased with my reaction, he continued his gentle attack at my little cherries, while starting to grind his lower body against mine.
Damn, it felt good. I myself couldn't tell anymore if I wanted this, or not. All the yaoi mangas I had read came to my mind, and how I had always shaken my head about the one's where rape turned into love in the end. Now, I found myself in a somewhat similar situation, and the confusion was real. Was I still forced? Or was I participating voluntarily? All these crazy thoughts vanished when he increased the speed and force of his grinding. My hard-on was a real hard one by now, and I moaned without restraint, now and then interrupted by sobs of indistinctable cause. With one mighty pull, he surprised me again by ripping my pants off, leaving me completely exposed, and also with bound legs since the pants were still wound around my knees. Even if I had intended to flee, I wouldn't have gotten far.
„Ah, you left me waiting for this sight for five months, but I have to say: It was worth it!" Admiringly caressing my bare body with his hungry eyes, my embarrassement peaked. Still shielding my eyes with my hands, I could feel heat rush through my body. Knowing myself too well, my skin presumably by now was sporting a pinkish blush. His chuckle confirmed my assumption. „You are too cute." Warm skin touched my stomach, tracing circles around my navel. His hand, I assumed. Peeking through my fingers again, I could see the look on his face, and it scared me silly. Lust. Pure and unconceiled desire.
Scaring me even more was the fact that he had started to unbutton his own trousers. My breath stopped short when he freed his member from it's restraints within his clothes. He was huge! Damn it, that manly weapon of his needed a gun licence! The thought of that being put into me alone was enough to cause an acute outbreak of cold sweat on my forehead. „You like what you see?" Noticing my shocked gaze - my hands had unconsciously slid down from my eyes and were now covering my mouth -, he took my hard flesh into the palm of his hand, rubbing it up and down slowly. The whole time, his gaze never left my face. Adding his own cock, he rubbed both our members against each other within his palm, eliciting shamefully high pitched moans and gasps from deep inside of me. Hell, that Mirai really knew how to push all the right buttons!
„Alright. Time to start with the real thing." Leaving me lying on the bed, gasping and panting and with a needily twitching cock, Mirai advanced towards one of the cupboards in the room. I could hear the sound of a drawer being opened, then some rumbling and mumbling, before the drawer was closed again. Returning to the bed, his hands weren't empty anymore. My eyes almost popped out when I saw the dildo and the anal beads. At least he also brought along a tube of lube and, keeping his promise, some condoms.
Probably resembling a small bunny, I tried to huddle up, mortified at what was about to happen.
„Turn around and lay on your stomach." Once again one of his short orders, that left no room for disobeyance. The desire he had build up before started to fade, replaced by sheer terror. Nevertheless, I did as commanded and turned my quivering body around. I heard some rustling, and then he slid over me. Stark naked, I assumed from the feel of it. His hot shaft slid along my thigh, further up until it reached the crack between my two lower cheeks. A clank sound, followed by a squeezing sound. He had opened the tube and had taken out some of the lube. I burried my head in the sheets, clinging onto them with my trembling fingers. My heart beat so fast, I could hear it clearly and feared it would burst out of my chest at any moment. It wasn't cold at all in the room, but icy shivers rushed over my body out of fear.
While still hovering over me, I could feel the touch of a finger at my most intimite body part, applying some of the cold, somewhat sticky lube. Cirkling around my opening, he suddenly stabbed the finger into it. Although I had tried to prepare myself mentally for this, it still hurt at first. „Relax. You'll see, it will feel good in a moment." His reassuring words helped a bit, but only a little bit.
Forcing my body to relax as much as possible, the addition of a second finger wasn't as painful as I had feared. I dare say, what he did to me indeed started to feel good again. The way he moved in and out, bending his fingers to increase both the friction and the widening effect, while not forgetting to stimulate my prostate from the in- and outside, was manifest to his high experience in this kind of bed-play. Compared to him, I was a chaste amateur.
Stiffling my moans and gasps with one of my hands, I was determined not to show him any signs of pleasure. „So stubborn! You are even cuter than I imagined."
Being titulated as cute repeatedly triggered some resistance within me. I wasn't a pomeranian puppy or a kitten, for crying out loud. And it made him sound like some perv, keen on doing it with some cute little boy. „Stop calling me that!", I hissed while trying to wriggle away.
I wasn't able to move further than a few inches. „Stop calling you what? Cute? But you are, my sweet Kouzawa-chan. Cute as a frightened bunny before his head gets chopped of, to be turned into a satisfying meal for me." Uwah, was he for real? Was this meant as a threat of what he would do if I didn't behave? „Now, raise your butt for me, cute Kouzawa-chan." Deliberately using the attribute I hated the most to describe me, he demonstarted the power he held over me. He was in charge, and all I could do was obey. Reluctantly following Mirai's order, I got on my fours, only to have my upper body forcefully being pushed down again. „I said your butt!"
„Yes, master", I hissed through gritted teeth, in a tone that emphasized the word master in a sarcastical way. He chuckled.
„I see. You are a fast learner, too!" The irony in his tone didn't escape my ears. Obviously, he enjoyed himself very much, especially when my feisty personality came through. Damn it. The more I resisted, even just with words, the more cruel pleasure he derived from this whole ordeal. Gritting my teeth until I feared they would break, I suppressed the rebuke already on my tongue, ready to be spilled. „Take a deep breath!" Knowing from past experiences as a bottom he probably meant well, I followed his order.
The next moment, a stiff object with an artificial feel forced the already loosened by his fingers, but nevertheless still tight ring of muscles around my opening apart, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from my mouth. He wasn't gentle at all, pushing the foreign object in one, nearly brutal move deep inside of me. From what I had been able to see, it was a dildo of a middle sized category, no comparison to the weapon he sported. Since I hadn't done this in a while, and not very often at all, it hurt fiercely. Leaving the dildo deep inside of me, he retracted, probably admiring the sight or something. Making me blush a deep scarlet thinking about how I must have looked like. So demeaning.
Blinking tears away, I turned my head towards him. „Don't stare. Just get it over with, damn it!" The faster he ended this, the better. What was the point of dragging the inevitable any longer? Just fuck me and get lost, I thought. I knew I should have fought harder against him right from the beginning, and I despised this meek version of myself. But I was afraid of him, that is the truth. I truly feared what he would do to me if I resisted too much. If I pissed him off. He was strong, and could beat me to a pulp without getting out of breath. A small part in me whispered that I also had been curious, and had fantasized about doing it with him for quite a while now, but I tried to ignore this part.
Taking my only slightly erect shaft into his hand, he locked eyes with me. „I told you, don't cry. Tears won't help you. Don't fight me, don't fight the pleasure. I know, deep inside, you wanted this to happen from the moment you first saw me." Was he able to read what was on my mind? Leaning closer while increasing the force applied to my more and more excited member, stroking it skillfully up and down, he licked at my earlobe. „Just take a look at how hard and wet you have become. I promise, I won't hurt you. But if you don't behave, I will have to apply some punishment. Understood?" I nodded, too fast for my own taste. „Good boy", he praised me, before turning his attention back to my behind.
Moving the dildo in and out, in a rhythm synchronized with his strokes, I let myself go with the flow. He was right. Why fight it when I could try to at least enjoy it a little? He would do it, anyway. Each time he hit the pleasure point inside of me, I gasped, and moaned out loud when he changed the angle, applying more pressure to my prostate gland. Clutching hard at the sheets, biting my bottom lip until I could taste blood, my body trembled and met his every thrust, more and more greedily. The fear from before faded, being replaced by an increasing amount of pleasure. He wasn't gentle, but he wasn't brutal, either. Or selfish. He made sure I was able to enjoy it, too, this became more and more evident, calming my anxiety tremendously.
I came for the first time within minutes, and by then, my head was too dizzy to remember much of it. „Good boy", Mirai praised me again, pulling the dildo out of the me who had slumped down onto the bed, exhausted to the point of nearly fainting. Usually, I'm rather proud of my stamina. After a night-shift at the bar, even my youthful strength could run dry. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the realization that Mirai had yet to come hit me.
Too exhausted to still feel fear, I let him flip my body over and do with it what he pleased without resisting. His hands roamed all over me, as did his eyes. The proof of my own masochism, the sticky, uncomfortable feeling of my semen, slowly drying on my chest, disgusted me for a moment. Too distracted by my thoughts, I didn't notice him slipping a condom on his cock.
He didn't give me any time to recover from my daze, or even completely catch my breath again. Lifting my legs up, sprawling them wide open in the process, he gave his cock three hurried strokes, then entered my ass with a low growl. „Unbelievable. You are still so fucking tight." I could wholeheartedly second that. Although his preparation of my body had been thoroughly, the pain was still eminent. He stretched me to my limits, eliciting exhausted sobs in the beginning. Hadn't he performed such an intense fore-play, my entrance would certainly have torn.
Compared to his first entry with the artificial cock, he pushed the real thing much slower into me, much more carefully. I was thankful for that, I can tell you, at the same time admiring his ability of performing such an amount of self-control. His first thrusts were rather shallow, giving me - and my muscles - the much needed time to adjust. Pearls of sweat ran down his forehead, giving evidence of the strength it cost him to rein in his desire. „Fuck, you fucking kill me", exclaiming that, he finally rammed his whole, impressive length into me. Pain mixed with pleasure as I had never experienced before, with any of my previous partners.
Being on the receiving end had hardly satisfied me up until now. I had accepted it, but only a handful of times. Never before had I found this position truly fullfilling, but with him, it was different. The way he moved on top of me, varying in speed and depth, and angles, made me go crazy. The scent of his body, even his sweat, aroused me to no end. The hotness of his shaft, plunging in and out of me, made me burn with desire for him, too. And when he started to kiss me, plundering my mouth for what it was worth, licking the faint traces of blood from my bottom lip, that was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. His growls and gasps mixed with my heavy breaths and whining moans.
Gripping my already standing in full attention again length hard, the only thing on my mind was to fuck this hand. To grind myself against his palm. To let him make me come again. Noticing my actions, he changed position, kneeing before me and lifting my legs onto his shoulders. Then, he stilled, buried deep inside of me. Driving me insane from my unfullfilled desire. Some incoherent words escaped my mouth, I don't know what I spouted. Probably more shamefull begging and pleading, this time not for him to let me go, but to do exactly the opposite.
My bow-tie lay next to us, and this hellishly handsome demon used it to bind my shaft at the base, not allowing me to release. „We don't want it to be over too soon, right?" This statement made my fingertips tingle from the need to throw something at him, preferably something heavy and painful. But as soon as he started to move again, my anger immediately vanished into thin air. Of course I tried to reach the restraint to find release, but he nonchalantly grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, leaning forward again to gain access to my lips. And my neck. And my chest. Everywhere his mouth touched, he left marks with his teeth, accompanied by mumbled declarations of ownership. My legs had slid from his shoulders, now circling around his waist and clinging on to him with strength I have no idea where it came from.
I can't remember how long he kissed and bit and fucked me, I only know that in the end, he left my body, ripped the condom off of his cock and the bow-tie from mine, before holding our twitching members once again together in one of his palms. Two strokes, and we both released almost simultaniously. And yes, of course right onto my chest, increasing the mess my first climax had already left there.
Somewhat proudly looking at this mess - and the marks he had left, I assumed -, Mirai seemed very pleased and my hopes were high that this would be it for today.
But no, unfortunately, I was wrong. After cleaning my body with a damp cloth from the bathroom, his hands once more were all over me, touching probably every inch of my skin from head to toe. And, of course, my stupid body reacted without listening to my tired mind, starting to become excited again. As did he, to my chagrin. The last thing I know for sure is, that this time, he first inserted the beads into me, followed by his shaft. It hurt so much that my face contorted in pain, and I couldn't suppress tears spilling from my eyes. The sadist in him seemed to enjoy the sight, but the rational him obviously feared to tear my insides and hatefully slowly pulled the beads out again, while his member remained deep inside.
The rest of this day are merely faint scraps of memories, of him enjoying himself on my body's account. I remember him saying something like „this is what Hiro may desire, but will never get", and other words and sentences without real context, until at some point, I must have fainted...
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Dragging my weakly resisting body along, Mister Chills emitted an air of tenseness, along with fierce confidence. I knew I should have fought harder against him. I knew I gave him all the wrong signals, of being meek and submissive, both of which I normally was not. A dominant man like him would only feel encouraged, and I feared for the intactness of my behind after going with him to some hotel. He was the type who could screw you raw, until you couldn't walk properly anymore. The bulk in his pants had indicated he was huge. People often assume that dominant men are like that to compensate for, well, not so overly developed parts of their anatomy. That's a wrong assumption, at least when it comes to truely dominant men. From my experience, they don't need to compensate for anything. And he for sure was no fake.
The Love Hotel he dragged my tired as hell body to was one of the pretty exclusive ones. Seemed like at least he deemed me worth spending some money on. The man at the reception looked at us, or rather him, for a second, then avoided eye-contact. Mister Chills didn't pause at the counter, instead he flipped a black plastic card out of his pockets that operated the elevator. Not letting go of my hand for one moment, he dragged me inside the lift. As soon as the doors closed, his free hand shot at the back of my head, forcing my face close to his.
The kiss was rough, which is ususally not to my liking, but I bowed down to his great technique nevertheless. When his tongue pried my lips open, almost brutally starting to explore my oral cavitiy, I came back to my senses. Despite being tired and therefore weak, I tried to push him away, to no avail. So I had to sgnal him my resolve to end the kiss by biting down on his tongue. That was the only thing I could do, constrained in his death grip as I was. I didn't dare bite too hard, out of fear this would arouse the beast in him only more.
With a sudden push, he slammed my body against the elevator wall. „Ouch", crying out in pain and surprise, I glared furiously at him, obviously serving as amusement for him. The next moment, the doors opened again, and he once more grabbed my hand. „Come!" The way he talked to me, in this short, demanding manner, angered me, but it also made me follow him without contradiction.
The room we finally entered hightened my anxiety almost to the point of an anxiety attack. It was one of the kinky play-rooms, openly displaying scary tools and toys for people with a more individual taste. I mean, using toys can be fun sometimes, with a familiar and trust-worthy partner. None of these features could be attributed to him.
Closing the door behind the shocked me, he grabbed my shoulders from behind, pushing me towards the huge bed, then down onto the bed so that I was facing him. Towering over me, he chuckled. „You are a strange one. Following me here without resistance, seems like my estimation of you up until now was wrong."
„I'm tired as hell. What did you expect me to do? Make a scene in front of my new work place? Or in the streets, so that I get arrested with someone like you, who presumably has some illegal stuff in his pockets?"
He chuckled again. Tracing the contours of my left cheek with one of his fingers, his hand slipped further down, along my nape and into the collar of my shirt. „Stop it!" Grabbing his wandering hand, I managed to wriggle my way off the bed. „I'm not like that, sleaping with someone I don't even know the name of!"
„Mirai. That's my name. And you know it very well, since you interviewed our landlady about me, just the way I did about you." Oh hell, how I hated my pale skin-color at that moment, not hiding the slightest bit how red my cheeks had turned. It was true. A few days after moving into the appartement, after seeing him for the first time, I had asked some - in my eyes at that time innocent - questions. After learning from one of the other students in the complex that he was a dealer, I had made sure not to openly show any interest in him again.
„That doesn't change the fact that I won't sleep with a stranger. And you are a stranger to me."
„We are neighbors for almost five months now. And don't tell me you never got picked up at a bar, followed by a one-night-stand?" His brows raised. It was clear as day that he would see through a lie instantly.
„Two. I went with two guys I didn't know previously, and slept with one of them. As I told you, I'm not like that." Maybe digging my own grave, I added honestly: „All in all, I only had five partners up until now. And I prefer being on top, just that you know it!"
There was astonishment flickering over his features, then the wolfish grin returned. „Prefer? So you do switch position, don't you?" Yepp, I had just dug my own grave. Truth be told, I mostly was a top, but didn't mind switching positions with a steady partner who wanted to, like Hitako. We had only dated for three months, which is admittedly not very long, but it had been a commited dating period. Going out for almost a month before more happened than kissing and a bit of feeling-up, both getting tested before having sex, and not screwing around with anyone else, until we had decided that we were better off just being friends. Call me old-fashioned, but I prefered it that way. There were too many deseases one could catch, and I didn't have the time or strength for fooling around in-between my jobs and university, anyway.
„Good, so I won't have to be gentle like with some virgin!" This blunt declaration made me instantly feel nausea.
Almost whimpering, I backed away from him, pleading with my eyes and voice: „Don't rape me, I beg of you! My next shift is scheduled for tonight, and I need this job, I really do!" Why I brought up my job as an argument against being raped, escaped even my own understanding. There were far more important reasons for not getting raped.
But Mirai, my Mister Chills, laughed out loud. „You got hard as steel once you saw me. Don't worry, we'll use protection, although I am clean. Get tested regularly, since I meet a lot of pesty people in my business. Regarding your job: The harder I fuck you, the better, until you are unable to stand up. Quit at club Rush-Hour, that's no place for you." Observing me with narrowed eyes, he added: „How did you end up there, anyway?"
„That's none of your fucking business..." The fire in Mirai's eyes flared up. Scaring me into submission again. „Okay, okay, I'll tell you. No big story behind it, anyway. A former high-school class-mate of mine works there and recommended me to the manager. They pay far more than at in my previous job, so of course I didn't let this chance go by." Some hard to grasp emotion flickered across his face, then he grinned.
„No problem. If it's money you need, just work for me." Reducing the distance between us, rooting me on the spot with his burning eyes, he whispered into my ears: „Or become my living and breathing sex toy! I'm a generous master to my toys, you know!"
Puffing out steam that had build up within me while listening to his demeaning words, I finally found my true form back. „Are you crazy? I would never deal drugs. And I would definitely never sleep with anyone for money!"
Not caring to respond to anything I had said, Mirai started to brush his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck. Damn, it felt good, especially the way he carefully nipped every now and then, using his teeth in an arousing manner, with just the right amount of pain thrown into the mix. My legs turned into butter, very soft butter.
Panting, I catched myself leaning against his strong, muscular body, and I couldn't do anything about it. „You want me, don't you!", he whispered, in a matter of state fact. And I couldn't deny it, or hide the tell-tale reaction of my lower body. Yes, I was hard as steel once more, from his ministrations to my neck and the masculine smell of his body.
„What if I do? There are a lot of men I find attractive. Doesn't make you anything special to me!"
This rebuke obviously angered him. Grabbing me at my shoulders again, he held me at arms-length. „Men like Hiro Mizushima? Let me guess, he performed some show in front of you, didn't he? There's no way he wouldn't get the hots for a cutie like you. But I won't hand you over to him, because you are mine. If you want to, or not, doesn't really matter. Once I want something, I get it!"
How did he know? And why did Mirai know someone like Hiro good enough to predict his actions? Who was this guy? Confused, I stared at him. Then the rest he had said dawned upon me, and I winced.
„Will you quit at the club, like I tell you to - yes or no?" His eyes burned into my skin and flesh, leaving me no other option than to give him an answer.
„No, I won't quit. Who do you think..." The rest of my sentence remained unspoken forever.
Pushing me back to the bed again, and down onto it, he started undressing me with rough movements, ripping my garments in the process. „Okay. If there is no other way to get you to quit, I'll have to make sure you won't be able to get back there tonight. Starting with your uniform. You can't work with a torn one, can you?"
Shamefull words of begging and pleading escaped my mouth. I was truly terrified. All my former sex partners had been very gentle, especially the one's with whom I had accepted to take the receiving end, and honestly, I was convinced that I had not an ounce of masochism in me. I didn't like being dominated, I actually hated it. That's why I left the boarading school after just a year, and moved into my own place at only sixteen. The teachers had been strict, as had been my step-father. That didn't sit well with me, seeing myself as a free spirit, unwilling to be tied down by anyone. The only one I could fully trust was me. The only one who counted was also me.
Therefore, being pressed under this dominant man's body wasn't just scary, it right out petrified me. Unable to fight back, for he was simply too strong, I covered my eyes with my hands and started to sob, while his hands aggressively continued to tear my clothes into shreds. Suddenly, his motions stopped. I could feel his hot breath puffing against the back of my hands, his aroused panting ringing in my ears. „Don't cry!" This time, his voice sounded much gentler. His breath was exchanged for his lips, brushing against my skin, placing soft kisses on my hands and by now tear-streaked cheeks. Carefully, I peeked at his face. There seemed to be honest distress noticeable.
Nonetheless, he didn't withdraw. His hands had ripped every single button from my vest and shirt, exposing my bare chest to his gaze and touch. It didn't take him long to take advantage of that. Kissing his way down, from my cheeks to my collarbone, he marked the sensitive skin with his teeth, underlining his claim of me being his. Arriving at the two protrusions on my chest, he admired the sight. I knew my nipples were a turn-on, all my former boyfriends had liked to play with them a lot. They were round and tiny and red like little cherries, a beautiful contrast against my pale skin. Mirai was no exception. Taking one of them into his mouth, he sucked on it, then licked it with his hot and coarse tongue. My pleading turned into moaning, to my own disgust. But I couldn't help it, this is one of my most sensitive spots. Obviously pleased with my reaction, he continued his gentle attack at my little cherries, while starting to grind his lower body against mine.
Damn, it felt good. I myself couldn't tell anymore if I wanted this, or not. All the yaoi mangas I had read came to my mind, and how I had always shaken my head about the one's where rape turned into love in the end. Now, I found myself in a somewhat similar situation, and the confusion was real. Was I still forced? Or was I participating voluntarily? All these crazy thoughts vanished when he increased the speed and force of his grinding. My hard-on was a real hard one by now, and I moaned without restraint, now and then interrupted by sobs of indistinctable cause. With one mighty pull, he surprised me again by ripping my pants off, leaving me completely exposed, and also with bound legs since the pants were still wound around my knees. Even if I had intended to flee, I wouldn't have gotten far.
„Ah, you left me waiting for this sight for five months, but I have to say: It was worth it!" Admiringly caressing my bare body with his hungry eyes, my embarrassement peaked. Still shielding my eyes with my hands, I could feel heat rush through my body. Knowing myself too well, my skin presumably by now was sporting a pinkish blush. His chuckle confirmed my assumption. „You are too cute." Warm skin touched my stomach, tracing circles around my navel. His hand, I assumed. Peeking through my fingers again, I could see the look on his face, and it scared me silly. Lust. Pure and unconceiled desire.
Scaring me even more was the fact that he had started to unbutton his own trousers. My breath stopped short when he freed his member from it's restraints within his clothes. He was huge! Damn it, that manly weapon of his needed a gun licence! The thought of that being put into me alone was enough to cause an acute outbreak of cold sweat on my forehead. „You like what you see?" Noticing my shocked gaze - my hands had unconsciously slid down from my eyes and were now covering my mouth -, he took my hard flesh into the palm of his hand, rubbing it up and down slowly. The whole time, his gaze never left my face. Adding his own cock, he rubbed both our members against each other within his palm, eliciting shamefully high pitched moans and gasps from deep inside of me. Hell, that Mirai really knew how to push all the right buttons!
„Alright. Time to start with the real thing." Leaving me lying on the bed, gasping and panting and with a needily twitching cock, Mirai advanced towards one of the cupboards in the room. I could hear the sound of a drawer being opened, then some rumbling and mumbling, before the drawer was closed again. Returning to the bed, his hands weren't empty anymore. My eyes almost popped out when I saw the dildo and the anal beads. At least he also brought along a tube of lube and, keeping his promise, some condoms.
Probably resembling a small bunny, I tried to huddle up, mortified at what was about to happen.
„Turn around and lay on your stomach." Once again one of his short orders, that left no room for disobeyance. The desire he had build up before started to fade, replaced by sheer terror. Nevertheless, I did as commanded and turned my quivering body around. I heard some rustling, and then he slid over me. Stark naked, I assumed from the feel of it. His hot shaft slid along my thigh, further up until it reached the crack between my two lower cheeks. A clank sound, followed by a squeezing sound. He had opened the tube and had taken out some of the lube. I burried my head in the sheets, clinging onto them with my trembling fingers. My heart beat so fast, I could hear it clearly and feared it would burst out of my chest at any moment. It wasn't cold at all in the room, but icy shivers rushed over my body out of fear.
While still hovering over me, I could feel the touch of a finger at my most intimite body part, applying some of the cold, somewhat sticky lube. Cirkling around my opening, he suddenly stabbed the finger into it. Although I had tried to prepare myself mentally for this, it still hurt at first. „Relax. You'll see, it will feel good in a moment." His reassuring words helped a bit, but only a little bit.
Forcing my body to relax as much as possible, the addition of a second finger wasn't as painful as I had feared. I dare say, what he did to me indeed started to feel good again. The way he moved in and out, bending his fingers to increase both the friction and the widening effect, while not forgetting to stimulate my prostate from the in- and outside, was manifest to his high experience in this kind of bed-play. Compared to him, I was a chaste amateur.
Stiffling my moans and gasps with one of my hands, I was determined not to show him any signs of pleasure. „So stubborn! You are even cuter than I imagined."
Being titulated as cute repeatedly triggered some resistance within me. I wasn't a pomeranian puppy or a kitten, for crying out loud. And it made him sound like some perv, keen on doing it with some cute little boy. „Stop calling me that!", I hissed while trying to wriggle away.
I wasn't able to move further than a few inches. „Stop calling you what? Cute? But you are, my sweet Kouzawa-chan. Cute as a frightened bunny before his head gets chopped of, to be turned into a satisfying meal for me." Uwah, was he for real? Was this meant as a threat of what he would do if I didn't behave? „Now, raise your butt for me, cute Kouzawa-chan." Deliberately using the attribute I hated the most to describe me, he demonstarted the power he held over me. He was in charge, and all I could do was obey. Reluctantly following Mirai's order, I got on my fours, only to have my upper body forcefully being pushed down again. „I said your butt!"
„Yes, master", I hissed through gritted teeth, in a tone that emphasized the word master in a sarcastical way. He chuckled.
„I see. You are a fast learner, too!" The irony in his tone didn't escape my ears. Obviously, he enjoyed himself very much, especially when my feisty personality came through. Damn it. The more I resisted, even just with words, the more cruel pleasure he derived from this whole ordeal. Gritting my teeth until I feared they would break, I suppressed the rebuke already on my tongue, ready to be spilled. „Take a deep breath!" Knowing from past experiences as a bottom he probably meant well, I followed his order.
The next moment, a stiff object with an artificial feel forced the already loosened by his fingers, but nevertheless still tight ring of muscles around my opening apart, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from my mouth. He wasn't gentle at all, pushing the foreign object in one, nearly brutal move deep inside of me. From what I had been able to see, it was a dildo of a middle sized category, no comparison to the weapon he sported. Since I hadn't done this in a while, and not very often at all, it hurt fiercely. Leaving the dildo deep inside of me, he retracted, probably admiring the sight or something. Making me blush a deep scarlet thinking about how I must have looked like. So demeaning.
Blinking tears away, I turned my head towards him. „Don't stare. Just get it over with, damn it!" The faster he ended this, the better. What was the point of dragging the inevitable any longer? Just fuck me and get lost, I thought. I knew I should have fought harder against him right from the beginning, and I despised this meek version of myself. But I was afraid of him, that is the truth. I truly feared what he would do to me if I resisted too much. If I pissed him off. He was strong, and could beat me to a pulp without getting out of breath. A small part in me whispered that I also had been curious, and had fantasized about doing it with him for quite a while now, but I tried to ignore this part.
Taking my only slightly erect shaft into his hand, he locked eyes with me. „I told you, don't cry. Tears won't help you. Don't fight me, don't fight the pleasure. I know, deep inside, you wanted this to happen from the moment you first saw me." Was he able to read what was on my mind? Leaning closer while increasing the force applied to my more and more excited member, stroking it skillfully up and down, he licked at my earlobe. „Just take a look at how hard and wet you have become. I promise, I won't hurt you. But if you don't behave, I will have to apply some punishment. Understood?" I nodded, too fast for my own taste. „Good boy", he praised me, before turning his attention back to my behind.
Moving the dildo in and out, in a rhythm synchronized with his strokes, I let myself go with the flow. He was right. Why fight it when I could try to at least enjoy it a little? He would do it, anyway. Each time he hit the pleasure point inside of me, I gasped, and moaned out loud when he changed the angle, applying more pressure to my prostate gland. Clutching hard at the sheets, biting my bottom lip until I could taste blood, my body trembled and met his every thrust, more and more greedily. The fear from before faded, being replaced by an increasing amount of pleasure. He wasn't gentle, but he wasn't brutal, either. Or selfish. He made sure I was able to enjoy it, too, this became more and more evident, calming my anxiety tremendously.
I came for the first time within minutes, and by then, my head was too dizzy to remember much of it. „Good boy", Mirai praised me again, pulling the dildo out of the me who had slumped down onto the bed, exhausted to the point of nearly fainting. Usually, I'm rather proud of my stamina. After a night-shift at the bar, even my youthful strength could run dry. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the realization that Mirai had yet to come hit me.
Too exhausted to still feel fear, I let him flip my body over and do with it what he pleased without resisting. His hands roamed all over me, as did his eyes. The proof of my own masochism, the sticky, uncomfortable feeling of my semen, slowly drying on my chest, disgusted me for a moment. Too distracted by my thoughts, I didn't notice him slipping a condom on his cock.
He didn't give me any time to recover from my daze, or even completely catch my breath again. Lifting my legs up, sprawling them wide open in the process, he gave his cock three hurried strokes, then entered my ass with a low growl. „Unbelievable. You are still so fucking tight." I could wholeheartedly second that. Although his preparation of my body had been thoroughly, the pain was still eminent. He stretched me to my limits, eliciting exhausted sobs in the beginning. Hadn't he performed such an intense fore-play, my entrance would certainly have torn.
Compared to his first entry with the artificial cock, he pushed the real thing much slower into me, much more carefully. I was thankful for that, I can tell you, at the same time admiring his ability of performing such an amount of self-control. His first thrusts were rather shallow, giving me - and my muscles - the much needed time to adjust. Pearls of sweat ran down his forehead, giving evidence of the strength it cost him to rein in his desire. „Fuck, you fucking kill me", exclaiming that, he finally rammed his whole, impressive length into me. Pain mixed with pleasure as I had never experienced before, with any of my previous partners.
Being on the receiving end had hardly satisfied me up until now. I had accepted it, but only a handful of times. Never before had I found this position truly fullfilling, but with him, it was different. The way he moved on top of me, varying in speed and depth, and angles, made me go crazy. The scent of his body, even his sweat, aroused me to no end. The hotness of his shaft, plunging in and out of me, made me burn with desire for him, too. And when he started to kiss me, plundering my mouth for what it was worth, licking the faint traces of blood from my bottom lip, that was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. His growls and gasps mixed with my heavy breaths and whining moans.
Gripping my already standing in full attention again length hard, the only thing on my mind was to fuck this hand. To grind myself against his palm. To let him make me come again. Noticing my actions, he changed position, kneeing before me and lifting my legs onto his shoulders. Then, he stilled, buried deep inside of me. Driving me insane from my unfullfilled desire. Some incoherent words escaped my mouth, I don't know what I spouted. Probably more shamefull begging and pleading, this time not for him to let me go, but to do exactly the opposite.
My bow-tie lay next to us, and this hellishly handsome demon used it to bind my shaft at the base, not allowing me to release. „We don't want it to be over too soon, right?" This statement made my fingertips tingle from the need to throw something at him, preferably something heavy and painful. But as soon as he started to move again, my anger immediately vanished into thin air. Of course I tried to reach the restraint to find release, but he nonchalantly grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, leaning forward again to gain access to my lips. And my neck. And my chest. Everywhere his mouth touched, he left marks with his teeth, accompanied by mumbled declarations of ownership. My legs had slid from his shoulders, now circling around his waist and clinging on to him with strength I have no idea where it came from.
I can't remember how long he kissed and bit and fucked me, I only know that in the end, he left my body, ripped the condom off of his cock and the bow-tie from mine, before holding our twitching members once again together in one of his palms. Two strokes, and we both released almost simultaniously. And yes, of course right onto my chest, increasing the mess my first climax had already left there.
Somewhat proudly looking at this mess - and the marks he had left, I assumed -, Mirai seemed very pleased and my hopes were high that this would be it for today.
But no, unfortunately, I was wrong. After cleaning my body with a damp cloth from the bathroom, his hands once more were all over me, touching probably every inch of my skin from head to toe. And, of course, my stupid body reacted without listening to my tired mind, starting to become excited again. As did he, to my chagrin. The last thing I know for sure is, that this time, he first inserted the beads into me, followed by his shaft. It hurt so much that my face contorted in pain, and I couldn't suppress tears spilling from my eyes. The sadist in him seemed to enjoy the sight, but the rational him obviously feared to tear my insides and hatefully slowly pulled the beads out again, while his member remained deep inside.
The rest of this day are merely faint scraps of memories, of him enjoying himself on my body's account. I remember him saying something like „this is what Hiro may desire, but will never get", and other words and sentences without real context, until at some point, I must have fainted...