"Ken...Ken?...HEY, KEN!!!"
Ken looked up with a start. "Yeah?"
"Would you please move those pots out of my
path?", Yoji asked, tapping his foot
impatiently.
"Um, sure", Ken said absently.
"Geez! What is with you today, Hidaka?", Yoji
shook his head. "You've been in a daze all day."
Ken looked away sheepishly. It was true. He had
been distracted. Distracted by a certain
redhead. Try as he might to concentrate on
work, Ken's eyes inevitably fell upon Aya's
sweet, tight ass. Ken's member ached, longing
to plunge itself into that work of art. He
wanted to whip Aya into submission. He wanted
to play. He wanted to-"
"KEN!"
"Hm?"
"The pots?", Yoji reminded him, irritated.
"G-gomen."
As Ken lifted up a pot, moving it to an empty
table, a troublesome thought entered his mind.
Yoji's mother was coming. And Aya was
surprisingly (disturbingly) loud when Ken made
love to him.
Ken sighed, picking up another pot of
flowers. "I wonder if Aya would agree to be
gagged."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Where is my little puppy dog?!"
Ken, Aya and Omi turned their gaze to a tall,
blond woman standing at the entrance to the
shop. She was dressed in a stylish black pant
suit, black pumps, and a black beret. An
attractive older woman, despite the heavy
lipstick and eye makeup painted on her face.
"Your 'puppy dog'?", Omi asked, while Ken
snickered softly.
"Yes." The woman walked up to the three young
men. "My little Yoji-poo!"
"Oh. He's over there, hiding behind that
plant", Ken informed her, casually pointing.
Yoji shot Ken a look as the woman tackled him,
smothering him with kisses, until he was
wearing almost as much lipstick as she was.
"Oh, son! It's so good to see you!"
"Uh, yeah, mom." Yoji looked over at
Aya. "Isn't it time to close up now?"
"Yes. I suppose it is", Aya nodded, barely
supressing his amusement. "Omi, would you lock
up, please?"
"Hai!"
"I'm sorry", the women apologized, after Omi
had closed shop. "I forgot to introduce myself.
I am Kudou Nami. Yoji's mother."
"Yeah, we kind of figured", Ken
laughed. "Hajimemashite. I'm Ken, this is Yoji,
and that stunning redhead over there is Aya."
"Aya?" Mrs. Kudou tilted her head
slightly. "You must be very comfortable in
your masculinity to go by that name!"
"What masculinity?", Yoji chuckled. Aya simply
glared.
"Now", mama Kudou turned to Yoji, grabbing him
by the collar to prevent him from running
away. "How about you buy us all a nice dinner?"
"I don't remember offering to pay", Yoji
grumbled, looking at his shoes.
"Dinner sounds great!", Omi cheered. "I haven't
eaten since breakfast."
"You all go ahead", Aya waved them off. "I have
to stay and balance the books."
"We'll be sure and bring you something home",
Omi promised, as they all walked out of the
shop.
Ken glanced sorrowfully over his shoulder. He
would miss Aya's companionship at dinner. But
maybe it would be good to give his hormones a
rest, even if it WAS only for an hour or two.
~~~~~~~~~~
Aya took a seat at his desk in the back office,
put on some reading glasses, and went over the
day's earnings. "Let's see...Today, we sold
four of-mmph!"
Aya's eyes widened as he felt a hand over his
mouth. Slowly attempting to turn his head, it
was abruptly whipped forward.
"Don't move!", a voice ordered roughly.
Aya ignored the order, feebly attempting to
squirm away.
"I said..."
A needle sunk into Aya's shoulder, rendering
him unconscious.
"Don't move."
Ken looked up with a start. "Yeah?"
"Would you please move those pots out of my
path?", Yoji asked, tapping his foot
impatiently.
"Um, sure", Ken said absently.
"Geez! What is with you today, Hidaka?", Yoji
shook his head. "You've been in a daze all day."
Ken looked away sheepishly. It was true. He had
been distracted. Distracted by a certain
redhead. Try as he might to concentrate on
work, Ken's eyes inevitably fell upon Aya's
sweet, tight ass. Ken's member ached, longing
to plunge itself into that work of art. He
wanted to whip Aya into submission. He wanted
to play. He wanted to-"
"KEN!"
"Hm?"
"The pots?", Yoji reminded him, irritated.
"G-gomen."
As Ken lifted up a pot, moving it to an empty
table, a troublesome thought entered his mind.
Yoji's mother was coming. And Aya was
surprisingly (disturbingly) loud when Ken made
love to him.
Ken sighed, picking up another pot of
flowers. "I wonder if Aya would agree to be
gagged."
~~~~~~~~~~
"Where is my little puppy dog?!"
Ken, Aya and Omi turned their gaze to a tall,
blond woman standing at the entrance to the
shop. She was dressed in a stylish black pant
suit, black pumps, and a black beret. An
attractive older woman, despite the heavy
lipstick and eye makeup painted on her face.
"Your 'puppy dog'?", Omi asked, while Ken
snickered softly.
"Yes." The woman walked up to the three young
men. "My little Yoji-poo!"
"Oh. He's over there, hiding behind that
plant", Ken informed her, casually pointing.
Yoji shot Ken a look as the woman tackled him,
smothering him with kisses, until he was
wearing almost as much lipstick as she was.
"Oh, son! It's so good to see you!"
"Uh, yeah, mom." Yoji looked over at
Aya. "Isn't it time to close up now?"
"Yes. I suppose it is", Aya nodded, barely
supressing his amusement. "Omi, would you lock
up, please?"
"Hai!"
"I'm sorry", the women apologized, after Omi
had closed shop. "I forgot to introduce myself.
I am Kudou Nami. Yoji's mother."
"Yeah, we kind of figured", Ken
laughed. "Hajimemashite. I'm Ken, this is Yoji,
and that stunning redhead over there is Aya."
"Aya?" Mrs. Kudou tilted her head
slightly. "You must be very comfortable in
your masculinity to go by that name!"
"What masculinity?", Yoji chuckled. Aya simply
glared.
"Now", mama Kudou turned to Yoji, grabbing him
by the collar to prevent him from running
away. "How about you buy us all a nice dinner?"
"I don't remember offering to pay", Yoji
grumbled, looking at his shoes.
"Dinner sounds great!", Omi cheered. "I haven't
eaten since breakfast."
"You all go ahead", Aya waved them off. "I have
to stay and balance the books."
"We'll be sure and bring you something home",
Omi promised, as they all walked out of the
shop.
Ken glanced sorrowfully over his shoulder. He
would miss Aya's companionship at dinner. But
maybe it would be good to give his hormones a
rest, even if it WAS only for an hour or two.
~~~~~~~~~~
Aya took a seat at his desk in the back office,
put on some reading glasses, and went over the
day's earnings. "Let's see...Today, we sold
four of-mmph!"
Aya's eyes widened as he felt a hand over his
mouth. Slowly attempting to turn his head, it
was abruptly whipped forward.
"Don't move!", a voice ordered roughly.
Aya ignored the order, feebly attempting to
squirm away.
"I said..."
A needle sunk into Aya's shoulder, rendering
him unconscious.
"Don't move."