This is a spin-off from a story I wrote titled: "Hardworking Photographer Akihito Takaba's Debut" [5 chapters, August-September 2014]. It's not necessary to read that story first, but a couple of the events mentioned in this first chapter have been taken from that story.
This first chapter is for Coritos~ who first commented on the peeping scene in my other story; therefore, causing me to think, hmm... if I took this just a little bit further...
Peeping Akihito
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It all had started with that cake! The dessert that Asami had not wanted at the Museum gala dinner and had slid over to Akihito to enjoy. After the first bite, in which Akihito expressed his pleasure at tasting such a delicious confection by letting out a small moan, Asami had stared lustfully at Akihito while he ate it. Akihito tried to ignore him and concentrate on eating the delectable cake, but he knew Asami's eyes were on him the entire time.
He made me feel like... I was being spied on while naked and vulnerable.
That thought brought back another memory of the same night at the hotel; when Asami had gone to take a shower but neglected to close the door all the way. Akihito tried to block the memory but it kept coming back to him. He had peeked through the crack in the door and unbeknownst to Asami, watched him take a shower. It seemed to Akihito that Asami had spent a little more time washing between his legs than necessary.
It got a little bigger... didn't it? Maybe I'm just embellishing the memory...
Akihito wasn't so sure now. He tried harder to remember exactly what had happened.
Asami took off his robe, got in the shower and began soaping down his body, saving the area between his legs for last. At that point his movements slowed considerably and he had closed his eyes. Then he suddenly stopped, opened his eyes, and washed his hair.
The end.
It got a little bigger... I just know it! Stroking himself, it began to rise and...
WAIT! That's not what happened!
But it was too late. Akihito's imagination took over and he watched as Fantasy Asami pleasured himself in the shower, calling out Akihito! before reaching a thundering climax.
By the time the last image of his fantasy played in his mind, Akihito found himself down on the ground on his knees with his shorts pulled down. His hand was grasped between his legs as a pearly stream shot out and landed on the floor in front of him.
Flushed with embarrassment of what he had just done, Akihito quickly got up, and then cleaned up both himself and the floor.
When I'm not around, does Asami... do that? What is it they say... 90% of males admit to jerking off and the other 10% are lying.
Does he ever...? Would he ever... when I'm not around?
Oooh... I wanna watch him do that!
That thought caused him to become aroused again.
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Akihito spent his day off devising a plan for getting Asami to pleasure himself and also for a way for him to be able to watch without Asami knowing about it. Because Asami had shown that he might possibly do this while he was in the shower, that was where Akihito was going to set his trap.
He carefully studied the layout of the bathroom and hallway. From the way the door opened, there was no way you could see someone showering unless you were standing directly in front of the open door. He did notice when he left the door open just a crack, he could see the shower head in the reflection of a mirror that was mounted on the opposite wall. The problem was that the mirror was too small.
At best, I'd only be able to see Asami's head and neck. The mirror would have to be much larger.
The door was another problem. Asami never left it open while he took a shower. It was just a fluke that the door had been left open just a crack at the hotel. If Akihito could figure out how to keep this door open in the same way, he'd also have to make sure the hallway was dark so Asami wouldn't be able to see him peeking in.
Akihito had a good idea of how to solve the door and hallway light problem, and he'd get a larger mirror in the bathroom as well. Of course the biggest obstacle was how he was going to create a situation where Asami found it necessary to "take care of himself".
Akihito would have to resort to something dangerous... PERILOUSLY dangerous.
He was going to have to sexually frustrate Asami.
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The next day, Akihito went out and bought the mirror. It was oval-shaped with beveled edges, and about 3/4 the length of man's body. He needed it to be in the same place as the small mirror, but he thought he better be careful how he accomplished this so not to alert Asami's suspicious nature. Akihito hung it next to the door instead.
Asami commented on it as Akihito was hanging it. "Another mirror for the bathroom?"
"You said I could decorate the place anyway I liked. The mirror was on sale, so I bought it thinking it would look nice in here." Akihito stood back and looked at it critically. "I don't know if it looks right in that place though. What do you think?'
With the typical uninterested look that usually came over Asami's face whenever Akihito asked his opinion about decorating, he replied noncommittally. "It doesn't matter to me where you put it."
The next day, Akihito moved the mirror to another spot. "Is this better?" he asked Asami.
"It doesn't make a difference to me."
Akihito moved it again the next day. And then the next. After being asked his opinion once again, Asami frowned at him. "Is it really necessary to have two mirrors in there?"
"Maybe I should just replace the smaller mirror with this one?"
"That would make more sense."
"Yeah, that's really the best place to put it. Thanks for your help," Akihito replied graciously, while secretly cheering to himself on the inside. Phase 1 was now complete. Now he moved onto phase 2 of his plan.
After he hung the mirror in its new spot, Akihito mentioned casually during dinner that he had trouble with the bathroom door not staying closed. Asami took a look at it after they had finished eating. "Seems fine to me," he said as he tested opening and closing the door.
"Huh... that's strange. Maybe it fixed itself."
Asami gave him a stern look. "Maybe you just didn't close the door properly."
"It's possible, but I've had trouble with it before," Akihito shrugged.
"I'll leave the phone number for Maintenance for you. Call them if you have trouble again."
"Okay, I will. Thanks!"
Next would be phase 3; teasing Asami enough to make him sexually frustrated. Akihito pretended to take on an assignment that would have him working all night and not returning home until Asami had already left for work. Akihito phoned Asami at work each night to let him know that he would not be home.
For the next few days, with each phone call, Akihito made the conversation more and more sexually charged. At first, Asami had no problem with playing along, but after the third night Akihito's heavy flirting over the phone began to irritate him. By the fourth night, Asami refused to play along at all.
"Again, you're not going to be home? I don't have time to play with you on the phone. It's pointless. I'm hanging up now."
"Asami... I'm sorry. It's just that it's been so long since I felt your skin against mine..." Akihito said in a soft pleading voice, "I-I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've never wanted you so much as I do at this very minute. I want to feel you inside me, Asami..."
"I'll wait for you to come home," Asami said quietly after a long pause. "I can go into work late tomorrow if I have to."
GOT YOU, YOU BASTARD! Akihito crowed to himself. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do to Asami.
"I-I'm on a 24-hour joint stakeout with some detectives," Akihito said, trying to sound extremely apologetic. "I won't be home at all for the next couple of days. It's possible this could even go on for as long as a week! I promise to make it up to you after..." Akihito actually heard a low growl over the phone.
"I see. I have another call coming in. We'll discuss this later." Akihito heard the sound of the call being disconnected.
It's on.
Tonight's the night!
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From that point on, Akihito had to work quickly. He took a screwdriver and loosened the latch on the bathroom door, then fiddled with the hinges so that the door was no longer balanced properly. By the time he was done, the door would not latch closed but instead hung open about 2 cm. Standing on a chair, Akihito took apart the light fixture and carefully snipped the electrical wires behind it. Now the hallway was dark.
He wrote a note, leaving it just next to the entrance explaining that the light in the hallway had gone out and that he had called Maintenance, who informed him they would be there in the morning to fix it. He also mentioned that he asked them to take a look at the bathroom door. Akihito then changed into his "stakeout" clothes; except this time he would be staking out their condo from across the street.
Just like old times, he thought with a smile.
He expected to see the limo pull up around 2 am since that was the normal time that Asami arrived home. But 2 am had come and gone and there was no sign of Asami. Panic began to creep into Akihito's mind.
What if I got him so frustrated he decided to seek satisfaction elsewhere?!
Akihito called up his colleague, Mitarai. "Hey, I need you to do me a favor. I'll cut you in for 30% if you help me with a stakeout."
"You'll cut me in for 70%, if you're that desperate," Mitarai retorted.
"You dirty thief!" Akihito growled into the phone, but he smiled to himself. "Fine! There's an office building I need you to check out. I want you to go there and see if a certain office is still lit up and occupied."
"At this time of night? He must be up to no good, huh?" Mitarai prodded.
"I'll explain everything later. Just get there as fast as you can, then call me and tell me what you see."
Mitarai called back about 15 minutes later. "Yeah, that office you were wondering about is still lit up, and I can see someone sitting at the desk..."
"Great! Keep an eye on him and call me as soon as he leaves." Akihito ended the call before Mitarai could ask any questions.
I wonder if Asami is working late to keep himself distracted after the teasing I gave him?
Mitarai called him about a half hour later. "The office has gone dark and I just saw someone get into a limo. I'm going to guess that was your target."
"Great! Thanks for your help, Mitarai."
"Tell me what this is all about, or else I won't keep helping you."
"Oh... well, I'm investigating the link between how late a man works and how successful in business he is..."
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! What a boring story! You're never going to sell that!"
"I think there would be a lot of people interested in something like that."
"Thanks for wasting my time... IDIOT!" Mitarai snapped before hanging up on him.
"You're welcome," Akihito smirked as he pocketed his phone. "That payback was long overdue."
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Asami's limo pulled up in front of the building at 4 am. Akihito watched as Kirishima got out of the car and opened the door for Asami. Now all Akihito had to do was figure out when would be the best time for him to sneak back into the place. Asami was a creature of habit, so it wasn't difficult for Akihito to precisely predict Asami's steps. He looked at his watch to estimate the length of time each step would take.
About now, he's walking through the front door... he'll put his briefcase down and put the mail on the table to read later. He's sees the note I left behind and reads it. Now he's taking off his coat and tie... he won't have a drink until after he's showered.
Akihito got up and began walking toward the front door of the building.
Once he was in the outer hallway, Akihito put his ear against the wall. He could hear water running through the pipes. He carefully and quietly opened the front door. Once he was inside, he could hear the shower running. He tiptoed down the darkened hallway which was only lit by the light streaming through the slightly gaping bathroom door.
Positioning himself to peer through the gap in the door, he could see Asami dressed in a white bathrobe. He watched as Asami slipped it off and hung it on the hook.
I timed this perfectly!
With the large mirror in position, Akihito had a great view of Asami as he stepped under the steamy water. He really does have a nice body, he thought appreciatively.
Akihito watched as Asami applied shampoo to his hair, scrubbed it and then rinsed it out. Akihito took a deep breath as Asami reached for the soap, and then began scrubbing his body. Just as before, Asami washed everywhere else before washing between his legs. However, just as he was reaching down to that area, he turned around and faced the shower, leaving Akihito with just a view of Asami's backside.
NO! Akihito thought. He could tell by the position of Asami's arms that he was indeed now washing between his legs.
Turn back around so I can see!
Asami's washing movements stopped and then he began rinsing all the soap off. Akihito sighed. I guess it was crazy of me to think I would ever catch Asami doing something like that-
Asami put one hand on the wall as if to brace himself. The other appeared to slip between his legs again.
Akihito felt a thrill shoot between his own legs. He's doing it, isn't he?
Akihito watched intently. He could see the tensed and shaking movements of Asami's right arm.
He is...!
Akihito felt himself becoming hard. He quickly undid his pants and slid them down so he could touch himself. Even though he didn't have a good view, he was still extremely aroused by what little he could see. I would give ANYTHING if he would just turn around...
He heard an unexpected soft low moan come from Asami. It caused Akihito to gasp. Akihito quickly put his hand over his mouth but then he realized Asami could not POSSIBLY have heard such a soft sound coming from the hallway over the noise of the shower.
Asami finally turned his back to the shower and Akihito actually leaned forward in anticipation of seeing the front of Asami's body reflected in the mirror, but instead his eyes were drawn to Asami's... which were looking directly back at his. He saw an evil grin slowly appear on Asami's face.
SHIT!
Akihito began stumbling down the hallway while trying to pull his pants up at the same time as he raced for the front door. Just as he reached the front door, he glanced back and saw a terrifying sight. Asami was coming at him FAST; stark naked and dripping wet, with eyes blazing. Akihito turned to open the door, but it was too late. Asami was already on him and had him trapped against the door.
"Are you crazy?! You... you're dripping all over the floor...!" Akihito said, trying to sound angry.
"What do we have here... a peeping Akihito?" he heard Asami say in a silky and sinister voice.
Akihito opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it when he realized that he had truly been caught and didn't have a single idea of how to defend himself.
"You'll have to be punished, you naughty boy," Asami whispered into his ear.
"What? No! Wait, let me explain...!" Akihito protested as he was dragged toward Asami's bedroom, noticing on the way the wet tracks Asami had left behind on the hallway floor. Asami dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. Akihito landed near a pair of leather handcuffs.
Why are those on his bed?!
Asami locked the cuffs onto Akihito's wrists and then sat down on the bed beside him.
"W-what are you planning to do?" Akihito asked fearfully.
"What should be done to all naughty boys like you. You're going to get a spanking." Asami patted his lap. "Lean over here..."
Akihito jumped off the bed and stared at Asami defiantly. "Hell no! I'm an adult, you bastard!'
"An adult who was jerking off while watching me shower? I suppose I could think of a more severe punishment..."
Akihito sighed, resigned to his fate. He started to bend over Asami's knee but Asami stopped him. "Your pants will give you too much protection, so we will be doing this bare-bottomed."
"Whatever!" Akihito growled, as he allowed Asami to undo and pull off his pants. He quickly bent over Asami's lap. His naked lower half came in contact with Asami's.
Wow, this feels kind of erotic...
SMACK!
His musing was rudely interrupted by a fierce stinging sensation.
"OUCH!" Akihito yelled before jumping back up. "Hey, that really hurt!"
"I didn't hit you that hard. Assume the position and stay put, or else I'll increase the number of swats to your ass."
"How many are you planning to give me?" Akihito asked as he rubbed his ass.
"Until I feel you've had enough."
Akihito tentatively leaned back over Asami's lap.
SMACK!
"OW! That stings!" Akihito squirmed against Asami.
For some reason he could feel himself becoming erect, but he felt the sting of his ass more clearly.
SMACK!
Akihito felt his body jolt out of reflex, as he drove his crotch into Asami's.
I'm getting turned on by this...
SMACK!
Akihito groaned. His bottom now felt very warm and tingly. In between his legs, he felt a hard throbbing.
"I can feel that, Akihito. You're getting pleasure from this... aren't you, you naughty boy? One more..."
SMACK!
He felt Asami's cool hand caress his stinging cheeks and then a finger slipped into the crevice of his bottom. It felt wonderful. "Have you had enough?" Asami asked teasingly.
"N-no..." Akihito moaned.
"No...?" he heard Asami chuckle. "First you show an interest in voyeurism... and now this? You are full of surprises tonight, Akihito."
SMACK!
Again the cool hand caressed his now hot bottom. Again the finger slipped in between to reach his most intimate spot.
Akihito squirmed desperately against Asami. "Please... do it again..."
SMACK!
"AHH!" Akihito cried out. He could feel Asami's arousal against him now. He waited for the hand to soothe his sore bottom before asking for yet another. And then another... spreading his legs apart to accommodate the caresses that followed after.
"Another...!" Akihito whimpered once more.
"That's enough," Asami said to him. "You won't be able to walk tomorrow if we keep this up." Asami slid Akihito off his lap and onto the bed, face down. Akihito's ass felt like it was on fire now. He felt Asami's cool kisses against his hot skin before Asami took him above and beyond... to new heights.
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The next morning, Asami was sitting at the table enjoying his tea. Akihito was standing up at the table trying to eat breakfast. In the hallway, a man was on a ladder working on the light fixture, having already repaired the door to the bathroom.
Asami gave Akihito a puzzled look. "Why don't you sit down and relax?"
Akihito glared at Asami. "I can't sit down. My butt's too sore from the spanking you gave me last night!"
Asami chuckled. "I intended to stop at five. You're the one who begged me for more." He finished his tea and then put the cup down. "I didn't know you liked that kind of thing. I'll have to incorporate that into our sexplay more often."
"Don't... you... DARE!" Akihito said threateningly. "And just because I got carried away last night doesn't mean I'm 'into' that sort of thing! It was... just a heat of the moment... thing..."
"Heat of the moment, was it?" Asami looked at Akihito, thoughtfully. "And you peeking in on me... was that also a 'heat of the moment' thing? From my understanding, you've been planning that for about a week now... am I right?"
"No! I..." Akihito blushed.
"Besides, if you wanted so badly to watch me do something like that, you could have just asked. Or is it that you wanted to play the perverted voyeur?"
Akihito blushed even more furiously.
"I have to say," Asami continued, "there is something very erotic about watching someone pleasuring themselves when they don't know they're being watched... isn't there? I never knew you used your fingers on yourself."
"I-I don't...!"
"No? I became suspicious when you first tried to hang that ridiculous mirror in the bathroom, so I installed a camera to see what you were up to. I watched as you moved the mirror around, and then last night I saw you loosen the hinges on the door and tamper with the light fixture in the hallway. But by far the best of it was when you had yourself so worked up over what you were planning, you were masturbating in there every night. That's when I watched you use your fingers on yourself, and heard you call out my name... asking me to fill you up with my hot..."
"AAAAAGH!" Akihito yelled before he stomped off toward the hallway, passing the maintenance man who was still replacing the light fixture. Akihito entered the bathroom. There were sounds of things being thrown around. The general destruction could be heard through the door.
"WHERE THE HELL IS IT?!"
Asami walked to the hallway and looked at the maintenance man whose eyes had grown wide.
"I might have another repair for you," Asami told him. "I expect it will be another light fixture..."
"AH HA! THERE YOU ARE!"
CRASH!
The maintenance man nodded slowly. "That sounds about right..."
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Akihito stayed sullenly silent for the next three days as Asami gave him the space to cool down. On the fourth day, Asami finally decided this behavior had gone on long enough.
He caught Akihito by surprise in the kitchen, silently approaching and then grabbing him from behind. "Holding on to your anger for this long must be hard work. I can think of better ways for you to burn off all that energy..."
Akihito angrily pushed him off.
Leaning up against the wall, Asami crossed his arms. "How long do you plan on holding this ridiculous grudge against me?"
"I'm not holding a grudge against you. At least... not anymore," Akihito said, sounding troubled.
"Oh? Then what is it that has you so bothered?"
"J-just... all that stuff that happened..." Akihito stammered. "Something's wrong with me."
"Why do you say that? Because you enjoyed being spanked? Because you were turned on by watching me in the shower? Those are normal, healthy desires."
"It's NOT normal! At least... not for me. Especially that... darker desire..."
Asami looked at him with curiosity for a moment, and then smiled. "You mean, you wanting to catch me masturbating?"
Akihito groaned in embarrassment and then hid his reddening face with his hands.
Asami grabbed Akihito's hands and pulled them away. "There's nothing to be ashamed about. Just tell me what things you would like to try. I promise, there's nothing you could suggest that would shock me."
"I know! That's what scares me!" Akihito pulled away from Asami.
Asami grabbed Akihito before he could get away. He gripped Akihito's chin with his hand and narrowed his eyes as he studied Akihito's face. "Hmm... I wonder...?"
He suddenly let go of Akihito and walked over to the counter. He grabbed the silver ice bucket that was placed next to some bottles of wine and then exited the kitchen. Akihito watched him do this, bewildered.
Akihito walked out of the kitchen hesitantly and saw Asami sitting at the table with his briefcase in his lap. The silver bucket was now on the table.
"Sit down," he told Akihito, as he snapped open the case.
Akihito sat down, but only because he was curious about what Asami was doing.
Asami pulled out two pens and placed them on the table. Then he pulled out some blank paper and placed that on the table as well. He closed his briefcase and put it on the floor.
Asami gave some of the paper to Akihito. "I want you to tear this into strips. Make about ten of them." Asami picked up a sheet and began tearing it. Puzzled by this, Akihito did the same.
When they were finished, Asami handed him one of the pens. "Write down ten of your sexual fantasies. Just a simple descriptive sentence will do."
"M-my... what?! I don't have any... or least not that many," Akihito blushed again. "Besides why would I do that?"
"Because we are going to explore your sexuality. I am also going to write down ten."
"HELL NO! You're into some bizarre perversions!"
"Let me finish... you write down yours, and I'll write down mine. We'll fold them closed and put them in the bucket. Once a week, we'll draw one and play it out..."
"NO! NO! NO!" Akihito leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. "You're going try to make me do weird stuff! I refuse to do this!"
"We'll take turns drawing the slips out," Asami continued patiently. "Whoever is doing the drawing will be in control of what's written on the paper. So whatever is written down, we both have to be prepared to let the person who drew the paper be in charge of the act."
Akihito looked at Asami skeptically. "Do you mean... if you wrote down something like 'sex slave for a day' but I drew it... I could make YOU be the slave?"
"That's precisely how it would work." Asami smirked at him, "Now are you interested? You would have a 50-50 chance of drawing something like that. I'll even let you draw first..."
Akihito stared at Asami, unbelieving. 50-50 chance of drawing it! And even if I didn't, it's not like I haven't already done something like that with him before... but this way I'd have the chance to make him be MY slave. Man, I would love that!
"Write that down... 'sex slave for a day'," Akihito said quickly. "That will be one of your suggestions. If you do that, then I'll agree to this."
Asami gave him a quick nod and wrote on one of the slips of paper. He held it up so Akihito could confirm what he had written, then folded it up and placed it in the bucket. He grabbed another piece of paper and began writing on it.
"Wait!" Akihito stopped him. "It's my turn to put something in the bucket. We're going to keep this even. I'll put mine in and THEN you can add one."
Akihito hastily scribbled something down on a slip of paper and then put it in the bucket. Asami waited for Akihito to do another. Akihito stared at the paper nervously before scribbling something else down, folding it, and tossing it in the bucket. Asami immediately wrote something down and put his slip of paper in the bucket.
"T-that's all I can come up with for now..."
Asami raised his eyebrows. "Just... two?"
"I'm not like you! I don't have a catalog of perversions stored in my brain! Just give me a day to think about it. I'll come up with ten... somehow."
The actual truth was that Akihito had no trouble with coming up with ten. In fact he could think of at least 50 things that at one time had been past fantasies of his. The problem was that he would have to be willing to give that control over to Asami if Asami ended up drawing them on his turn.
I need to come up with things that will be to my advantage no matter WHO draws it. I'll have to think this through carefully...
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Next... "The Bucket List"
This bucket list actually exists (I am using it to create some spontaneity with the story). It should be interesting to see who draws what fantasy out it and how Takaba and Asami will handle their prospective roles- keeping in mind that Asami can usually turn a situation to his advantage; though with some of these, he might possibly find himself somewhat challenged...
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