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I'm Going to Make You a Porn Star!
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"Hey... HEY over here, Horiyoshi-san!" Mitarai called out loudly.
The distraught, elderly man was being firmly escorted from the building by police officers. He turned his head toward the two photographers standing near the street. Mitarai's flash went off several times as he jumped in front of Akihito, bumping him out of the way. "Gotcha... ya old bastard!" Mitarai momentarily glanced at Akihito. "Sorry dude... you snooze, you lose!" His flash went off several more times.
Akihito didn't even notice he had been rudely jostled out of the way. He had lowered his camera and was watching a very pretty woman dressed in business attire exit the building. She was wearing a black backpack.
A backpack? You'd think she'd be carrying something a little more stylish.
"No! You're all wrong! I was set up...!" Horiyoshi protested vehemently.
Mitarai laughed and snapped more photos. "Sure you were...!"
"No, I swear it! It was my secretary Kimura... she's working with the yakuza!"
Akihito watched as the young woman casually lowered her head, easily blending in with the other pedestrians as she walked off in the opposite direction. Akihito took off after her. When he caught up, he slowed so he was walking just behind her. "Excuse me... Kimura-san?"
The young woman turned to look at him. He quickly raised his camera and took her picture. She looked at him in shock and then turned back around and ran.
Akihito ran after her.
She quickly scurried around the corner of a building and into an alleyway with Akihito following right behind. It turned out to be a dead end. The young woman had her back to him as she knelt on the ground and rifled through her backpack.
Akihito stopped and slowly walked toward her. "You don't need to run from me. If you're in trouble with the yakuza, I may be able to help you—" The woman suddenly stood up and turned around with a scowl on her face.
And an impressively-sized knife in her hand.
"Whoa!" Akihito took a step back. "Hey, I think that knife length maybe slightly illegal. Look, I'm not a threat to you—"
"You can say THAT again," she growled as she brandished the knife at him. "Give me that camera!"
"This?" Akihito raised his camera and then took a few more pictures of her. "No, I don't think so. This happens to be my favorite one." Akihito backed away as he slipped the camera into the case hanging on his shoulder. He heard the screeching of tires behind him.
He whipped around and saw there was a car blocking his only exit. Two shadowy figures got out of the car.
Akihito glanced back. The woman was slowly approaching with the knife. "Get the camera bag from him...!" she yelled at the men.
The two large men stepped toward Akihito. Now that he could see their faces better, he noticed they looked rather young. The tattoos on their arms looked new, but incomplete.
Akihito rolled his eyes. "You've got to be kidding me... how long ago were you hired? A month ago?"
The two men stopped and looked at each other confused. "Well, Godo here is a newbie," one of them answered, "but I can assure you I've been doing this job long enough to know 'the 20 different ways to hurt someone'."
"You've only been working for Iron Dick Itoya for two months longer than I have. And it's 'the 21 different ways to cause pain'... idiot..."
"Iron Dick Itoya?" Akihito repeated, puzzled.
"You fools! Don't go spouting off names!" the woman growled at them.
"Really...?" Akihito smirked. "Iron Dick?!"
"I've been working for him for more than half a year!"
"No you haven't... it's been five months. I know because I just passed my three-month mark yesterday..."
Akihito could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. He interrupted them. "I have to admit, you two are REALLY entertaining... but I have other things to do, so I'll just go now..."
"Sorry kid," one of the men said to him. "Give us your bag... or else!"
Akihito laughed. "I'm no kid... and you're the SORRIEST excuse for a bunch of yakuza henchmen I've ever seen, so..."
Akihito began sprinting full-speed toward them. Both men were wide-eyed with surprise at first, but then they grinned and braced themselves to catch him.
Just before Akihito reached them, he dropped down and slid into their legs, knocking them to the ground like a couple of bowling pins. The larger man grabbed his leg and began rolling around. "AH SHIT! Son of a BITCH...!"
Akihito vaulted over the top of the car blocking the alleyway and took off running. He heard the metallic crumpling sound of the car roof denting as the other man attempted the same move. Akihito stopped to look just as the man missed landing on his feet and face-planted on the pavement instead. He didn't get back up but just laid there, groaning.
"HA!" Akihito gloated. "They don't make goons like they used to!" He stopped smiling when he saw the woman peering at him from the other side of the car. The look in her eyes was pure evil. "Right... I'll make sure DA's office gets a copy of your photo... Kimura," he muttered to himself.
Akihito turned around and took off running again, turning down several narrow streets with small shops before coming out into a crowded tourist district. Akihito leaned up against a wall to catch his breath.
He reached down and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, noticing his jeans had been badly torn from his slide on the ground. He ran his fingers across the tattered material. "Aww man... and my favorite pair, too!"
Looking at his cell phone, he saw he had a text message from Kirishima: Asami-san requests that you meet with him today at the earliest opportunity.
Akihito tapped: Free now. Where?
The reply came back: Please meet Asami-san at this address... The address was hyperlinked.
Akihito tapped on the link and a map came up with a red dot marking the destination. Akihito zoomed in on it.
"The warehouses in Minato...?"
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Akihito walked into the warehouse and then found a separate closed-off room contained within the structure. Peeking in, he saw the place had been set up like a fancy hotel room, complete with a made-up bed and a fake window decorated with matching curtains on the wall next to it.
Akihito took note of the video equipment that had been placed around the brightly lit room.
Key light, fill light, backlight... this place has been set up professionally for filming! He's serious!
There was a camera set up on a tripod in the center of the room. A table off to one side had a fancy shopping bag, a bottle of wine and two wine glasses placed upon it. The bottle had been uncorked and both glasses filled with red wine.
Asami and Kirishima were next to the camera. To Akihito's surprise, Asami's hair was ungelled and down, and he was dressed casually. He was looking through the viewfinder while Kirishima read out loud from a manual. "... on the right side, second button down is the zoom..."
Asami pushed something on the right side of the camera. "Got it..."
The sight of Kirishima reading out of an instruction manual to help Asami learn how to use a video camera caused Akihito to laugh out loud. Both men looked up at him.
"Ah... Takaba-san is here to assist you with the rest. If there's nothing else you need..."
"No, I've got this," Asami replied.
Kirishima walked over to Akihito and shoved the instruction manual into his hands. "He doesn't..." Kirishima muttered under his breath. "Help him to get it right... but be tactful about it."
"What... no confidence in your boss?" Akihito replied with a smirk.
Kirishima glared at him and then glanced down at Akihito's torn jeans. "I'll never understand why some idiots choose to spend their hard earned money on purposely ripped pants," he said before walking out the door and closing it behind him.
Akihito walked over to Asami. "So... I don't suppose you're about to film a wine commercial or something..." Akihito nervously ran his hand through his hair as he looked around. "I can't believe you did all this just to record us having sex..."
Asami stepped over to the table and picked up one of the wine glasses. "Not us... just you," he said as he walked back over to Akihito. He took the manual from Akihito and handed him the glass. "I make it a rule to never allow myself to be filmed."
"Just me? Ohh..." Akihito shook his head apprehensively. "I don't think I can do this..."
"Yes, you can." Asami glanced down at the glass. "Have a sip. It will help calm your nerves."
Akihito looked down at the glass in his hand and then back up at Asami with a raised eyebrow.
Asami rolled his eyes and sighed. "There's nothing wrong with it." He plucked the glass from Akihito's hand and took a sip. "It's good. You're being unreasonably paranoid." He handed the glass back to Akihito.
"Gee... I wonder why?" Akihito retorted sarcastically. He gulped down the contents of the glass and handed it back to Asami. "There. Happy now?"
Asami frowned at him. "If you drank it more slowly, you might actually taste it." He walked back over to the table and put the glass down. He picked up a bag that was on the table and tossed it to Akihito. "Change into this..." Asami turned his attention back to the camera.
Akihito went over to a corner and then pulled out a tank top and what appeared to be boxer shorts out of the bag. They were both white, but the shade was a warm color rather than a bright white.
Akihito brushed his fingers across the material.
Silk...
He stripped down and slipped into the tank and boxers. The silk felt surprisingly nice against his skin.
He walked back over to Asami, who was flipping through the instruction manual. Akihito saw that his wine glass had been refilled. He picked it up and this time took a sip.
"Oh... it IS good," he said surprised.
Asami looked up. His eyes quickly flickered up and down Akihito's body before returning to gaze directly into Akihito's eyes. He picked up own glass and took a sip, his eyes never leaving Akihito's.
Akihito felt a strong twitch between his legs.
Damn it... it's like a trained monkey! Nope... Do NOT go there right now. Think of something else! That scary witch with the knife...
That image did the job, and he felt it immediately shrink back down.
"Go sit on the bed..." Asami instructed him.
Akihito looked at the bed, which was bathed in bright lights and had the camera aimed at it. Again, he felt like he was going to lose his nerve.
"Oh, the hell with it..." He gulped down the rest of his wine before placing the glass back down. He walked over to the bed and sat stiffly on the edge. He was feeling incredibly self-conscious.
Asami looked into the viewfinder of the camera. "Relax... sit on the bed as if you were in your own bedroom back home."
Akihito climbed to the middle of the bed and sat crossed legged, with his hands in his lap. He looked up at Asami who was standing behind the camera.
He realized his nervousness had disappeared.
Something about this... it's not so bad. I don't mind it as much as I thought I would.
He took a breath and felt his body relax. Must be the wine...
"Tell me your name," Asami said.
"Have we started?" Akihito asked.
"Yes... what is your name?"
Akihito smirked. "Iron Dick Itoya."
"Your REAL name."
"But..." Akihito looked uneasy, "what if this gets out somehow?"
"It won't. This disk is going straight to my safe."
"You have a safe? Is it back at your place...?"
Asami raised his head and glared at Akihito. "I'm quickly losing my patience—"
"TAKABA AKIHITO!" Akihito replied angrily.
"Where are you from?"
"Is this really necessary? You already know..."
"Do you really want to upset the director?" Asami replied ominously.
"Yokohama... Japan."
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a photographer."
"What kinds of things do you photograph?"
"People behaving badly..." Akihito smirked, "For instance, my most interesting subject was one Asami Ryu—"
"You take pictures of people acting naughty?" Asami asked, interrupting him.
"Eh? I... guess you could say that. Oh... I think I know where you're going with this..."
"Do you act naughty sometimes?"
"Me?!" Akihito shrugged. "Sometimes..."
"What kind of naughty things have you done?"
"Well, there was this guy back in school... he was a terrible bully. A real jerk. I squirted some chocolate syrup into his shoes. His discovered it when he put his shoes on. He thought it was poo and freaked out in front of everybody...!"
Asami chuckled. "I can imagine you doing something like that. How about something... sexually naughty?"
"Sexually...?"
"Yes... see if you can shock me."
"Ha! That's impossible," Akihito said, rolling his eyes.
"All right then... something that you think might surprise me. A naughty act you did on your own. Something you would never tell your friends..."
"Ah! One time—" Akihito shook his head. "No, let me think of something else..."
"Go with what you were about to tell me."
"Oh, hell no... it's weird..." Akihito said uncomfortably, then he chuckled, "YOU would probably get off on it though..."
"I would really like to hear about it, Akihito..." Asami replied softly.
"Okay... well, when I first moved away from home, I had to do my laundry at a laundromat. It was kind of a run-down, seedy place. All the machines were super old and they didn't work so well. Anyway, I was working three jobs then, and the only chance I had to wash my clothes was in the middle of the night. So on this particular night, I loaded my clothes into one of the machines... you know those old ones that load from the top? I started it and it wasn't long before that thing was rocking like crazy. I mean, it looked like it could've walked across the floor! You know what that means, right?"
"No, what does that mean?" Asami asked.
"You don't know? Well, it means your clothes are piling up in one place. If that happens, the machine rocks because there's too much weight on one side and it causes the machine to shut down. Then, an annoying loud buzzer goes off to let you know something's wrong, so you have to open the lid and push your sopping wet clothes around until it's all balanced again. I did that and as soon as I closed the lid, the machine started right back up.
"I was leaning over the machine at the time, and it kind of started vibrating. It caught me by surprise but it felt nice, so I deliberately pressed up against the washer. Well... I had been so busy working and all, and I hadn't... um, gotten any relief in a while, so..."
"'Gotten any relief'..." Asami repeated. "What do you mean by that?"
"I hadn't... YOU KNOW... ugh! I hadn't jerked off in a while, so I was really pent-up. My hips were pressed up against the machine and I could feel the vibrations hit that whole area. It felt really good..."
Akihito stopped for a moment. He was growing hard at the memory but his hands were still in his lap, covering any evidence of it. He uncurled one of his fingers that was tucked underneath and discreetly ran it across the tip of his erection. The pressure of his finger combined with the friction of the slick material from the shorts caused him to grow even harder. He took a breath and continued.
"So I just stayed leaned up against it. I had jeans on, which kind of dulled the vibrations so it wasn't enough to make me come or anything like that, but I stayed like that anyway... just enjoying the sensation."
Asami raised his head above the camera so he was gazing directly at Akihito. "You didn't undo your pants so you could feel it directly?"
Akihito felt an intense throbbing between his legs from the look in Asami's eyes. He shifted his position on the bed and drew his legs together tighter so Asami could no longer see his hands. His erection was aching to be touched, so he quickly tweaked the head between his fingers.
"I didn't think of that... right then. But it wouldn't have mattered. The cycle changed and the vibrating stopped. I stepped away but now I had a major hard-on. The restroom was closed and locked with an "out of order" sign that probably had been there since the Shōwa Era. I was desperate for relief."
Asami was looking through the viewfinder again, but his voice dropped lower. "Did you lower your pants and masturbate right there?" It had enough of an effect that Akihito again felt the need to pinch the head of his erection.
"I... I thought of doing that, but somebody else had come in, so that idea was out."
"Male or female?"
"The person who had come in? It was a guy. He looked like a teacher. Like a damn elementary school teacher. You know the type: glasses... the bookish kind. In fact, after he loaded his clothes into one of the washers, he sat down and started reading a book.
"I was sitting on the other side of the room next to the dryers, so we had a row of washers between us, but I still kept my legs crossed because I was afraid he'd see my hard-on. The only thing I could do is wait until my clothes were done and then go home and take care of it there.
"But I was SO horny by then... and then the machine began making the same sound it did when I was leaned up against it before. I couldn't stand it, so I went back over to it. Teacher-glasses-guy was totally into his book and I told you the machines were between us, so he could only see me from the waist up.
"I leaned up against it again, and damn if it wasn't vibrating like 10 times harder than it was before! I knew as soon as I felt it that it could EASILY make me come. But of course that guy was there. What could I do? Get it over with as quickly as possible, right? That's when I thought about maybe slipping my pants down so I could feel it without my jeans in the way ... I'd probably pop within 20 seconds, but one... the machines looked grimy, and two... even with the machines being dirty, it would still be nasty of me to... you know... come on one of them.
"So I just tried to look casual. I put my elbows on top of the machine and leaned on them. No big deal, just an impatient guy waiting for the washer to be done. That guy still has his nose in his book... and I'm getting hit with WAVES of this really, really great feeling! And I was sure I would come at any second, but it just went on and on and on...!
"I couldn't control my expression so I kind of laid my head down. And I couldn't keep myself from moaning, but it couldn't be heard over the loud noise of the machines, so I just completely let myself go. Then it hit me real hard and the next thing I know, I'm coming in my pants...
"I just kind of laid there with my head down on the machine, trying to recover from it and then I straightened up... and that teacher-guy is no longer reading his book but staring at me, in shock! Like he can't believe what he's just seen!
"Well, then the washing machine shuts off because it's done. I grabbed my laundry bag and stuffed my wet clothes in it because there was NO WAY I was going to stick around after that! That guy just held his book up to his face, but what little I could see, his face was really red. I ran out of there as fast as I could!"
Asami removed the camera from the tripod and walked over to Akihito, still looking through the viewfinder. "You were embarrassed, but it aroused you. Even as you've been telling me this, you've been touching yourself."
Akihito pulled his legs together even tighter. "This is so embarrassing..."
"Were you aroused at the thought of the 'teacher' watching you come?"
"No! It was because I was trying to come without him knowing what I was doing! I don't know... maybe a little?"
"How hard are you? Open your legs and show me..." Akihito reluctantly did as he was told and Asami aimed the camera lens between Akihito's legs. "Akihito, you are very hard..."
Akihito looked down at his shorts. "I know... I'm not exactly sure why either..."
"You liked telling me your naughty story."
"I don't know... maybe."
"I think you want someone to watch you being naughty. Isn't that why you did what you did in front of that man?"
"Now you're just making things up on your own!"
"Am I? Your nice, new silk boxers are getting wet."
Akihito looked down at the small wet spot. He touched it with his finger and then looked up at Asami with a mischievous smile on his face. "Would you... like to watch me being naughty?"
"I would like that very much, Akihito."
"I might ruin these nice silk boxers. Were they very expensive?"
"I'll buy you another pair."
Akihito reached up and ran his hand across his chest. "This feels so nice against my skin... against my chest... and against here..." Akihito began stroking his erection through the silk shorts. He closed his eyes. "The feeling is... I can't describe it... both cool and hot... it makes me feel... anxious..."
"The silk feels that good?"
Akihito opened his eyes again. "It does... but now I'm imagining that I feel your hot tongue here..." He caressed his nipple through the shirt, "And you touching me here..." he said as he rubbed his palm over the tip of his erection. "Oh, these shorts are definitely going to be ruined... right now I want any part of you touching my body... especially here..." Akihito pulled the loose hem of the shorts aside, exposing his bottom. "Look... I wouldn't even have to take these silk shorts off..."
Asami lowered the camera. "You are so..." Asami's eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a flash of some strange emotion in his eyes.
He turned around abruptly and then walked back to the tripod. He placed the camera back on it.
Akihito felt confused. "Now what...?"
"We're done," Asami said curtly.
"We are?!"
"Yes. I'm turning the camera off." Asami pushed a button on the camera and then turned back around and walked toward Akihito, pulling his shirt off at the same time. He had a seductive smile on his face. "You appear to be suffering. It would be cruel of me to drag this out any longer."
Asami got on the bed, positioning himself between Akihito's legs. He began to caress Akihito's chest through his shirt.
"Oh yes... so cruel to make ME suffer," Akihito said with a smirk. He reached down between Asami's legs and felt the hard ridge that was straining against his zipper. "You'll have to relieve my suffering." Akihito grabbed the top of Asami's pants near the button. "Can I...?"
"By all means... if you think it will help," Asami smirked back.
He's being playful again.
Akihito grinned with delight and then unbuttoned Asami's pants.
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A little more than an hour later, Akihito and Asami were relaxing on the small bed in the makeshift studio. Unnoticed by either of them, a red light had been flashing for a while now on the camera.
Digital text was flashing on the view screen. Warning: low battery. Recording will end in 10 seconds...
5 seconds...
The red light ceased its flashing and the camera shut off.
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Akihito was in the kitchen, getting ready to tape the "Direct or star in an porn movie" slip to his Things that Akihito would like to try again list.
"I want to film you next time..."
Asami grabbed the hand holding the slip. "No."
"Oh, come on... I'm a cameraman! Please, PLEASE let me film you!"
"I told you, I don't allow myself to be filmed," Asami said sternly. He let go of Akihito's hand.
"What if I don't actually record it? No memory card or disk. I'll remove the battery—"
"NO."
"What if I use a pretend camera?" Akihito held up his hands, mimicking the shape of a camera as he grinned. "Like this...?
Asami shook his head, and then walked out of the kitchen.
"Right..." Akihito smirked as he taped the slip to his list. "You being the next porn star is definitely open for discussion."
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Akihito drew out a slip, unfolded it and then read it.
Ah... it's this one. I'm not sure if I have the nerve to go through with this as I had intended...
Akihito sighed resignedly. "This is what I drew..." he said, handing the slip to Asami.
"'Watch the other person fire their gun'...?" Asami looked at Akihito, puzzled. "You want to watch me fire a gun... this is a little surprising. I would have never guessed you had a gun fetish."
"Number one... don't always assume you know everything about me," Akihito said. "And number two... I don't. I just want to see how you, you know... load and fire it..."
Asami looked at Akihito suspiciously. He locked his eyes onto Akihito's, staring at him hard. Akihito managed to hold the gaze without breaking his composure.
A smile of realization slowly grew on Asami's face. "Do you mean... you want to watch me 'PLAY with my gun'...?"
Akihito's composure suddenly crumbled and his face turned completely red. He quickly hid his face in his hands. "Yes..."
"I see..." Asami chuckled. "I was wondering when we'd get around to that one."
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Next: How to Drain Your Dragon
A few things-
1) I apologize for inserting plot into the porn. ;)
It's a bit of crossover from Kirishima's and Suoh's story. Yes, at one point these two stories will briefly collide into each other. No, you don't have to read the other story. It's just for Kirishima/Suoh enthusiasts.
2) For anyone who might be confused by the meaning of the slip Akihito just drew: Akihito finally gets to experience the fantasy that triggered the start of the bucket list... he's going to watch Asami pleasure himself. Is it just that Akihito likes being a voyeur, or could there possibly be a deeper reason behind this desire?
3) The slip just drawn was Akihito's third entry. For those who want to see an index of the bucket list (who requested what, who drew it, comments, etc.) it's located in my profile.
4) Also in my profile, a poll (YAY!) Cast your vote NOW for the first fantasy you like to see Asami and Akihito to repeat! [NOTE: poll is now closed]