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Master Akihito

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Takaba Akihito sat at the table, staring at his designated sex slave for the day.

While certainly the word "sex" described what he saw before him, there was absolutely nothing that screamed the word "slave".

Oh sure... the man was dressed appropriately for the task; a black (maybe) leather collar and a thin, oh so VERY thin, black (definitely) leather g-string... but the eyes that stared down at him from a great height, did so with contempt.

Akihito finally had Asami exactly where he wanted him... except now that he did, he didn't have a clue what to do with him.

His mind had gone absolutely blank.

"Well...?" Those eyes glared at him.

"Uh... umm..." Completely flustered, Akihito looked down. Their plates from breakfast were still on the table. "D-do the dishes."

"Do the dishes..." Asami crossed his arms. "And what does that have to do with sex?"

"W-well..." Akihito fished about for an answer. "I can't get in the mood when there's dirty dishes around!" he replied. "So you have to take care of that first!"

Asami began picking up the dishes and piled them on top of each other, managing to clear the table in one shot. He turned around once, glancing at Akihito with annoyance before entering the kitchen.

Akihito put his hand to his mouth in a panic.

I just ordered him to do the dishes. How stupid is that?! I've got to pull myself together!

. . . . .

The day had already started off badly. Akihito was anxious to get his fantasy started, but it seemed that Asami was planning to sleep in for the entire day.

As noon approached, Akihito decided to bolster Asami's energy for the coming task by making sure he started the day well-fed.

He's going need it. At this rate... by the time the 24 hours are up, he'll be going into work tomorrow without any sleep. Ha! Let him see for once what it's like to be kept up all night by a sex-crazed maniac, and then still have to go to work in the morning!

He fixed a nice breakfast for him and then gently woke Asami up.

This is my last act of kindness before I put him through HELL.

It was after breakfast that Akihito discovered his mistake.

"What do you mean, I won't get a chance to sleep before I go back to work tomorrow?" Asami said, frowning at him. "I'll have plenty of time, seeing how this little charade ends 12 hours from now, at midnight."

"Midnight? No no no... 24 hours from now will be noon TOMORROW!" Akihito replied.

"The slip specifically reads: 'sex slave for a day'... not 'sex slave for 24 hours'. I had to take a 'day' off for this... remember? Could that be why you didn't start this when I got home last night? I had wondered about that..." Asami said with a smirk.

"You bastard!" Akihito growled. "You knew I misunderstood it and you still let me waste half a day! This is SO unfair!'

"And you could waste another half a day complaining about it, if that's what you wish to do."

Akihito glared at Asami and then got up and stomped toward his bedroom. Once there, he retrieved a box along with a small bag that he had hidden under his bed. He brought it back to the table and began ripping off the packing tape.

Asami tilted his head to read the label on the box. "'All-Purpose S/M Kit'...?"

"It was the cheapest way to get the most stuff. I couldn't afford to buy it piece-by-piece." Both Akihito and Asami peered inside. Akihito pulled out the first thing that was on top.

It was shiny, black, and HUGE. It was as long as his forearm and noticeably thicker than it, too. Bewildered, Akihito held up the giant dildo. "This couldn't possibly...?!" He looked at Asami, who was giving him a scary death glare. "Haha... I think somebody put this in here as a joke..."

Akihito quickly dropped the giant phallus behind his back. It landed on the floor with a resounding THUD.

"Let see what else is in here..." He stuck his hand in and felt something fuzzy. "Ah, here's something interesting...!" He pulled out his hand and saw a fuzzy black spider sitting in his palm. "AAAGH!" he screeched as he frantically shook his hand. The spider landed on the table. "There's... there's DANGEROUS BUGS in that box!"

Asami frowned and picked it up. "I think it's a vibrator." He pushed on the legs and they bent. "It looks like you're supposed to bend the legs around your—"

"That's HORRIBLE! Who would put that THING around their... you know..." Akihito shuddered. "Are you sure it's a vibrator?!"

Asami put the spider down and rifled through the box. He pulled out a small plastic object with a sliding switch. He pushed it all the way up and the spider began buzzing. "It's a cheap toy. All of this stuff is cheap." He pulled out a bunch of black leather pieces that were clearly meant to be worn. "None of this is real leather." He sat back. "I'm not wearing any of this rubbish."

Akihito didn't blame him. The pieces were ugly and there was a strong chemical smell coming from them. He picked up a collar. "This looks different from the rest... I bet this is real leather!"

Asami shook his head, "It's not."

"Well, it looks like it to me... and besides you're going to wear it." Akihito got up and then walked behind Asami. Asami didn't put up any resistance. Akihito's heart began to pound as he nervously buckled the collar on.

He's letting me do this!

Somehow on Asami, the collar actually looked stylish. Akihito picked up the bag he had brought out with the box. "Here..." he said, handing it to Asami. "This thing was very expensive..."

Asami pulled the object from the bag. It was a black leather g-string. The leather was incredibly soft and very thin. Akihito hadn't been able to resist fondling it in the store, which led to the clerk staring pointedly at him... which in turn, led Akihito to purchasing the g-string out of embarrassment. "Put it on... right now," Akihito told him.

Asami stood up and without question, stripped right there.

Whoa... he's really doing what I tell him to do!

Asami slipped the skimpy g-string on, which barely covered his front and absolutely none of his backside. The thin material outlined what was underneath perfectly.

Asami Ryuichi, elite businessman and high level crime lord, stood before Akihito wearing nothing but a collar and a tiny leather g-string.

And that's when Akihito's mind went blank.

. . . . .

Akihito walked in the kitchen and saw that Asami had placed all the dishes in the dishwasher.

Akihito frowned. I've never even used that thing before... those machines aren't very good at cleaning dishes.

Asami was leaning against the wall, in his black collar and g-string, with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "Now what?"

Akihito was at a loss. His mind was totally entranced by this sexy vision of Asami.

I'm already getting turned on.

Trying to think of something, he looked down at the floor. "Next you, uh... scrub the floor!" He bent down and pulled a pail and a scrub brush from one of the cabinets. He went to the sink, filled the pail with water, and added a few drops of soap.

"You want your sex slave to scrub the floor? Once again, I fail to see what this has to do with sex."

"Well, watching someone do housework makes me horny!" Akihito replied testily. He showed Asami the small tent that had formed in his shorts. "See?!"

"I have no experience with this. You may have to give me a demonstration..."

Akihito growled. "It's not rocket science! Here..." He got down on his hands and knees and pulled the brush out of the bucket. "You start by moving the brush... GET YOUR HAND OFF MY ASS!"

Asami had knelt down and grabbed onto Akihito's back end. "I want to get a sense of how you're moving your body..."

"A-anyway... you first move the brush in a circular motion... HEY!" Asami suddenly yanked down Akihito's shorts. A soapy finger was inserted inside of him. "DON'T..."

"A circular motion... like this?" Asami's finger began probing him. Akihito's semi-erection turned into a full hard-on. "What do I do next?" Asami asked in a low voice.

Akihito closed his eyes and began moving the brush back and forth. "Then you scrub this way..."

Asami began thrusting his finger in and out of him. "Like this...?"

"Yeah..." Akihito sighed, as he began spreading his legs apart. "NO!" Akihito yelled as he suddenly came to his senses. He managed to crawl away but Asami caught him before he could get to far.

Asami flipped him over so that he was sitting on his butt. Akihito's shorts were down around his knees. "I think I better scrub this first..." Asami said grinning. The next thing Akihito knew, Asami's head was between his legs.

Akihito tried to push Asami's head away. "No! Bad slave! Bad..." He finally gave in, realizing when Asami Ryuichi wanted to wrap his mouth around your cock, you laid back and let him do whatever the hell he wanted. Besides, there was something delightfully lewd about being taken down on the kitchen floor and lustily devoured by an extraordinarily handsome, tall sex slave.

Asami's mouth and tongue felt ruthlessly hot against his sensitive skin. Akihito couldn't keep himself from arching his hips up to go deeper into Asami's mouth.

Akihito had been pent-up since early that morning in anticipation so it didn't take him long to come, nor did he care what sounds he made as he did.

After the blood flow was restored to his brain, Akihito realized that Asami had managed to take control of the situation. Again.

And I let him... damn it!

Asami was staring at him, with his eyes glowing. That gaze was drawing him in... making him want to submit to this man's will.

The trance was broken by the melodic ringtone of his phone. It was on the counter, plugged into a charger. Irritated, Akihito jumped to his feet and pulled up his shorts. He snatched it up and answered gruffly. "Yes...?!"

"Takaba-kun...!" said a voice that he recognized as his editor's from the Weekly Headline. "This is Shinotake. Ah! It's a good thing I was able to reach you..."

Crap! Why did I answer my phone? I wasn't thinking...!

"Oh... Editor! Hey, remember I told you that I needed to take today off? Well..."

"Yes, yes, I know. But we have a problem. You know that actor, Kuno Keitaro? The one who rarely grants interviews? Who's supposed to give a press conference tomorrow?"

Akihito turned his back to Asami so he could think clearly. "Let me guess... he cancelled it again."

"No, he suddenly decided to move it up to TODAY! The damn press conference is going to start in 30 minutes! I can't get a hold of anyone else to help me cover it. Takaba... I NEED you to do this..."

Akihito turned back around. Asami had gotten to his feet. The tiny g-string seemed to be straining to hold what was inside.

"Listen Takaba..." Shinotake continued, "you know how this guy hates giving interviews. The press conference will probably only last for maybe an hour, at the most..."

Akihito sighed heavily. This was his job. "Yes, of course I'll help cover it."

"Oh great! Do you have a pen? I'll give you the address..."

Akihito found a pen and paper, wrote down the address and then ended the call.

He looked at Asami and sighed. "I have to leave for a couple of hours. It's work..."

"I see."

"I don't suppose we could maybe move this to another day?"

"I already went to considerable lengths to shift my schedule around to take this day off, Akihito. It's going to have to be today."

"Yeah... I get it..." Akihito looked at the clock. "Shit! I'm going to be late! Look, I want you to be ready for me when I get back!"

"Ready? How?"

"I-I don't know! Make sure the place is cleaned up... and look sexy when I walk back through the door! You know... slave stuff!"

Asami chuckled as Akihito dashed out of the kitchen.

Akihito quickly changed into a shirt and tie and then grabbed his camera bag and ran out the door.

. . . . .

The address Akihito had written down led him to a small, out-of-the-way restaurant.

He hesitated just outside. Don't they normally do these things at hotel conference rooms? Did I write the address down wrong?

Shinotake walked out of the entrance and then spotted him. "Takaba! It's about damn time! The press conference has already started...! His editor grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside.

"I-I'm sorry..." Akihito apologized as he was pulled through the door. "It was such short notice..."

"SURPRISE...!" several voices yelled out loudly, causing Akihito to jump.

"Happy birthday, Akihito!" Suddenly Kou was at his side, grinning as he threw his arm over Akihito's shoulder. Takato was beside him. There was a crowd of people inside the restaurant, smiling and cheering at him.

"Drinks! Drinks all around for everybody! I'll get you one..." Yoshida wandered off to find drinks.

"Well Akihito? Did you suspect?!" Kou asked.

Akihito finally found his voice after being overwhelmed. "No... not at all!"

"Of course he didn't," he heard a voice behind him say. "You can tell by the look on his face that he's just as clueless as ever."

Akihito turned around and found himself looking at Mitarai's smirking face.

"This is..." Akihito looked around. All of his friends and many of the people he worked with were here. "This is amazing! How did you manage to get everybody...?"

"We worked very hard. Hopefully we managed to get everyone here who means something to you," Takato said.

"Everyone..." Akihito immediately thought of Asami. He was torn between the touching gesture of his friends who arranged this party for him, and the person he most wanted to spend his birthday with... who was waiting for him back home. "Yes, this is fantastic. Thank you...!"

Yoshida reappeared and slapped a drink in his hand. "Drink up, birthday boy!"

. . . . .

Akihito managed to throw himself into the spirit of the party. He was having a great time... for the first two hours anyway. After that, his mind kept wandering back to Asami.

Asami, his sex slave for the day, was waiting for him... except the day was quickly running out. There was no way Akihito could duck out of his own party.

Of course they arranged for a very generous feast for dinner, and then there were presents to open afterwards. Most were gag gifts, but he did get a few nice things.

The clock kept ticking away.

The guys kept trying to push drinks on him. Akihito did his best to not drink too much, which was noticed by Takato. "Why are you holding back, Akihito? Let loose... it's your birthday!"

"W-well..." Akihito stammered. "I really didn't expect this, and I sort of need to stay sober because..."

Akihito sighed heavily. I should just accept this. To do otherwise would be ungrateful of me. "No, you're right... I should just enjoy myself."

"Akihito... did you have other plans for your birthday? Are we keeping you from something?"

"NO! No... it's fine."

"Something perhaps... with this mysterious lover of yours?" Takato peered at him sharply.

"It's nothing... really!"

"Nothing... right," Takato turned around and yelled out. "Hey everybody! We're going to have to wrap this party up. It's seems loverboy here has a hot date tonight..."

"Invite her to come here Akihito!" Kou called out.

"No, I think this is supposed to be a private date... if you know what I mean," Takato said winking.

There was a loud noise of whistles and jeers.

"That's probably for the best anyway," Shinotake said. "Don't stay out too late... that actor's press conference is still supposed to be tomorrow... at 7 AM."

"So early?" Akihito gasped.

Shinotake laughed. "We're all just slaves in the end, aren't we?"

. . . . .

It was just after 10:00 PM when Akihito walked back through the door.

Well... at least I still have a couple of hours left.

As he took off his shoes, he noticed the place smelled clean. Did he actually...? He glanced over at the small table by the door. There was a business card. He picked it up and read it.

Merry Maids Cleaning Service?

Akihito rolled his eyes and dropped the card back onto the table.

He walked into the living room and found Asami stretched out on the couch, asleep. He was still wearing his collar and leather g-string. His sleeping face looked peaceful.

And sexy.

Akihito smirked and pulled off his tie. Being very careful not to wake him, he tied Asami's wrists together with it. He went to his box of S/M goodies and retrieved the spider vibrator with its remote. He returned to Asami and clipped the spiders legs onto the outside of the bulge in the g-string. There were five settings on the remote. He edged the switch up to number 1.

He could barely hear the vibrator humming. He pushed the switch up to number 2.

The humming got a little louder. After a few seconds, Akihito saw a slight twitching under the spider's legs. He moved the switch up to number 3.

Now he could clearly hear the vibrator buzzing. The bulge under the g-string grew larger.

Ohh...!

Akihito could feel himself growing hard. He pushed the switch up to number 4. Asami stirred in his sleep and let out a soft sigh. Asami's growing erection was straining at the thin leather material. The tip was beginning to peek out from the top.

Akihito felt his body flush with heat.

The spider popped off the front of the g-string before Akihito could switch the vibrator to its maximum setting of 5. He quickly turned it off and picked the spider up so he could clip it back on.

Suddenly two hands with a necktie wrapped around them grabbed his own hand, startling Akihito and causing him to drop the small vibrator. He looked up to see Asami's eyes staring back at him. A small smile appeared on his face.

"How was your surprise party?"

Akihito stared at him. "You KNEW about that?!"

Asami sat up. "Of course I knew." Asami seemed puzzled momentarily about the tie knotted around his wrists. He slipped a finger under one of the loops and untied the knot. "When I hear there are people acting suspicious around you, I'm going to find out why..."

"You should have told me!"

"And spoil all their fun? Actually, had you been paying attention, you would have figured it out."

Asami reached for his cigarettes, lit one, and sat back. Akihito shook his head in wonder that Asami could sit there, in a piece of leather that barely covered his privates and a collar around his neck, and yet STILL appear to be the one in charge. Akihito sat back and pouted. "You won't follow any of my orders. You didn't even clean the house yourself..."

"So far, I have followed all your 'orders'," Asami said, "but your actual words were to 'make sure the place is cleaned up'. You didn't specify that I do it personally." Asami drew off his cigarette. "Oh... and to 'look sexy'. I'll assume from your attempted attack on me, I was successful with that..."

Akihito growled. "YOU...! You manage to twist everything so that it suits you. You're a terrible slave!"

"You are a terrible master."

Akihito turned and looked at Asami in disbelief. "WHAT?! How can you say that when you won't even allow me to take control?"

"You aren't taking control properly, are you? You are under the mistaken impression that being the master means you are the one being served, when in reality the master is really the servant."

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? The master is THE MASTER!"

"For someone to agree to play a sex slave, they are consenting to give total control over to someone else. The slave is completely under their care. The truth is... the master is doing what the slave wants to give them pleasure," Asami replied.

"If the way in the slave desires to receive pleasure has not been agreed upon beforehand," Asami continued, "then the master must closely observe clues the slave gives which will guide him in the proper direction; when to intensify their experience... when to back down if the act threatens to no longer be pleasurable. That is a very serious responsibility for the one playing the master. Do you understand?"

Akihito shook his head confused. No, I don't understand... I am supposed to be the master, but yet you are saying I should be the one pleasuring you. But when you're in control, isn't it always for your benefit?

No, he's right! He normally takes all the responsibility for my pleasure, even before his own. He does push my limits, but he seems to know how much I can handle.

Asami picked up the tie. "This is not a control device, but a prop. If done correctly, words can bind more effectively than ropes."

Akihito's eyes widened. "This is about trust, isn't it? That's what being the master is about... and also being responsible for your pleasure, but I haven't done that yet. Well..." Akihito gave a little smile, "except for the spider vibrator."

Asami gave a small smile right back. "Such a cheap, impersonal device... don't you think?"

Akihito took the cigarette from Asami and put it out. "I don't need a machine to help me control you... or a piece of paper for that matter." Asami cocked an eyebrow at Akihito. Akihito got up. "I'll be right back..."

Akihito returned a moment later. He was hiding something behind his back. "Lay on the floor..." Akihito ordered. Asami got off the couch and laid down. Akihito placed what he was hiding behind Asami so he couldn't see it.

"Lay completely still. You're not allowed to move at all... no matter what."

It was so brief that Akihito almost didn't catch it. The barest hint of hesitation in Asami's eyes, but it disappeared within a flash.

It's hard to give over that kind of trust, isn't it... especially for him. But he's doing it. The thought that Asami was giving him that privilege made his heart flutter.

"Am I allowed to speak?" Asami asked with a smirk.

"You mean, 'am I allowed to speak, MASTER Akihito'... and no, you are not! In fact, you are not allowed to make a single sound whatsoever. You must remain completely..." Akihito bent down and kissed the lump that was protruding from the g-string, "...and utterly silent." He kissed Asami just above the leather piece and then grabbed the top of the g-string with his teeth and pulled it down. "Not even a single moan may escape from your lips..."

"Unless it becomes too much for you..." Akihito whispered, "then you may ask me to stop." Akihito looked up at Asami's face. The answering look told him that Asami had accepted the challenge.

Akihito began by giving little flicks with his tongue to Asami's erection, knowing that the underside of the head was one of the more sensitive areas. When Asami had grown to full length, Akihito took it completely into his mouth, sucking and using his tongue.

Asami stayed completely still and silent. Akihito's clues on how well he was doing came by watching the rise and fall of Asami's chest as he began breathing more deeply, as well as Asami's abdominal muscles tensing every now and then.

Akihito stopped and grabbed the tie that had been left on the couch. Asami was watching his every move closely.

He looks like a restrained predator that might break loose at any minute...

He tied the tie around the base of Asami's erection and then reached for the thing he had placed behind Asami. It was the bottle of oil that he had used for their first fantasy.

Akihito grinned evilly. "Remember, no moving... no sounds..." He poured the oil onto his hands and then began stroking Asami's hard-on.

He switched between gentle and hard stroking, watching Asami's face as he did this. When it seemed that Asami was close to coming, Akihito would stop and briefly tighten the tie at the base to prevent it. Then he would loosen it and start all over again.

Asami's body continued to clues about his physical state. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was clenching his fists. Akihito's own erection was straining hard against his pants.

Asami began to break out in a sweat. There was a small downward twitch from one of his eyebrows, which caused Akihito to hesitate.

That almost looked like he was in pain. He'd tell me if he was though... wouldn't he?

Still, he kept up the relentless and intense handjob. He saw Asami grimace.

Akihito stopped. No, he wouldn't. Damn his ego!

Akihito was still wearing his watch. Glancing at it, he saw it was 12:39.

This is not what I want. Yes, there are times I want to take charge, but not like this.

Sighing, he untied the tie. He reached up and unbuckled the collar around Asami's neck and removed it. "It seems I've gone a little bit over time." He showed Asami his watch.

Asami glanced at it and then looked back at Akihito. There was a savage look in his eyes.

Uh oh...

Asami quickly got to his feet and then grabbed Akihito and hoisted him over his shoulder before heading toward the bedroom. He threw Akihito down on his bed.

"Not a single sound from you Akihito..." Asami said mockingly. He was immediately on Akihito, attacking like a wild animal.

Completely giving himself over to the pleasure Asami was giving him, Akihito didn't even try to follow Asami's order.

. . . . .

Akihito groaned as he heard the alarm clock go off at 6:00 in the morning. He was sore all over. He glanced over at Asami, who was sleeping blissfully.

I still ended up being kept up all night by a sex-crazed maniac. Bastard...

Akihito grudgingly got up, showered, and managed to rush out the door on time.

As soon as he heard the front door shut, Asami opened his eyes. He got up, slipped on a robe and then looked out the window, watching until he saw Akihito ride off on his scooter.

He grabbed a trash bin and walked throughout the place, gathering up all the things that had been in Akihito's box to make sure they would be tossed out with the garbage... except for the spider vibrator. He slipped the small device and its remote into the pocket of his robe, thinking he might find a good use for it in the future.

The one thing he couldn't find was the leather g-string he had worn. He smirked as he realized that Akihito must have hidden it away somewhere.

He went over to the shelf, grabbed the silver bucket, and then dumped all the paper slips that were in it into the trash.

All the slips were identical. Everyone of them had "sex slave for a day" written on them.

He retrieved his briefcase and pulled out a large envelope. He poured the contents from the envelope onto the table. These were all the original slips that had been in the bucket. Being careful to not open any of them, he sifted through them until he found one that had been notched by a fingernail. Notched, so he could tell it was his slip when he reached in to draw, and therefore avoid picking it.

It was his original first slip he had placed in the bucket. It had been his intention from the very beginning that Akihito would receive it; however, he didn't know how long it would take before Akihito finally drew it, so he had rigged the bucket with identical slips to guarantee Akihito would finally get it.

He picked out the notched slip and added it to the other slips he was tossing out, and then gathered up the original slips and put them back in the bucket.

He placed the bucket back on the shelf and smiled.

"Happy birthday... Akihito."

. . . . .

It was another week and Akihito watched as Asami took his turn at drawing a slip out of the bucket.

Asami glanced at it before handing it to Akihito. Akihito read it out loud, "'Direct or star in a pornographic film'... OH NO...!"

Akihito looked over at Asami nervously. "So... knowing full well that I AM a cameraman, which part do you plan to play?"

Asami smirked at him. "Do you even need to ask?"

. . . . .

. .

Next: "I'm Going to Make You a Porn Star!"

Note: the slip Asami just drew was one of his own entries.

The "sex slave for day" slip didn't make onto the "Things that Akihito would like to try again" list because he had told Asami he didn't need a piece of paper to take control... meaning that Akihito now feels the confidence to be more aggressive in their lovemaking. ;)

~J