It was just another job. Fujima adjusted his tie and pulled on his suit jacket. One last check of his hair, a bit of cologne, and he was ready to go. He was meeting his date at a hotel lounge.

Where the night would lead, he wasn't sure. He hadn't booked any further dates for the evening in case this one ran late. Usually, when his clients started with drinks, they wanted stretch things out a bit. And had the money to do so.

Fujima sighed and opened the door to the expensive hotel lounge. His ass was still aching from the pummeling he'd had this morning. His earlier client had been overly exuberant.

All in a day's work.

He smiled as he approached the table. For once, the picture the client had sent him to identify him looked like what he saw as he walked toward him. His client, Maki, rose to his feet, reached out, and shook his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you," Maki said.

"That's the whole idea." Fujima smirked and winked at Maki. A flush of color rose in Maki's face, reaching his ears. Maki had indicated he didn't mind a bit of flirtation in public. This wasn't a business meeting or a get-together with his friend. This was meant to be an actual date.

Refreshing.

Fujima took his seat. Maki was easily his ages year, though, he looked old a bit. Good looking for someone likely approaching mature looked. Soft black eyes, and nice brown hair. And he appeared to be in good shape. He filled out his suit nicely in all the right places.

"Drinks," Maki offered.

"Whiskey."

Maki called the server over and placed their order. The premise for the date was that they would meet for few drinks then head to a hotel room upstairs. It would have been nice to be fed dinner. Fujima hadn't had a chance to eat much. This was his third date of the day. As a high-end escort with sultry, sexy eyes and the face and body of a Greek god, he was in demand.

"Busy day at work?" Fujima decided to start the conversation.

"No busier than usual." Maki took a sip of his drink as soon as it arrived. His hands were shaking. He was nervous. He had probably never done this before.

"You're a criminal lawyer, right?"

"Prosecution."

"On the good side of the fence."

Maki shook his head. "Not always. Innocent until proven guilty remember."

"True." Fujima lifted his glass between them. "To fair trials."

Maki raised his glass and touched Fujima's with it. "To fair trials." He fussed with his glass after setting it down. "Have you done this for a long time?"

"What? Going on dates?"

Maki nodded. "I don't mean to pry."

"For four years now." Fujima took a sip of his drink. "I have a physics degree but there isn't much of a marketplace, job-wise, for physicists."

"Surely, there must be something."

"This pays better."

"With your looks, I'm not surprised." Maki tapped his index finger on the table. "Do you strictly date men?"

"No. Men and women. Mostly men, though."

"Are you gay or straight?" Maki laid his hand on the table. "No, wait. Don't answer that. It's none of my business."

"No, I don't mind." Fujima cocked his head to one side. "Bisexual. Which comes in handy given my profession."

Maki looked down at the table. "I was married to the same woman for five years before I worked up enough courage to come out."

"That must have been tough." Fujima reached forward and touched Maki's hand. They were on a date after all. Fujima had specified touching in public was permissible. Kissing was off the cards, but handholding was all right. He squeezed Maki's hand then released it.

"It ended my marriage. We have two kids, though. Couldn't ask for anything more fulfilling in my life. They're growing up to be amazing individuals."

"Are they upset about it?"

"They're still kids. And they're not understanding. But, someday, I'm gonna make them understand. What about you, do you have family?"

Now, normally Fujima would have lied depending on what he thought his client wanted to hear. But he didn't feel the need to do that with Maki. "My parents died in a car accident when I was nine. Me and my two younger sisters were raised in the system."

"I'm sorry."

Fujima smiled. "I survived."

"But you're a..."

"An escort. Yes, but it was a choice I made. No one forced me."

"Do you enjoy your work?"

"I like sitting and talking to the likes of you." Fujima leaned back in his seat and sent the sexiest smile across the table he could manage. "All the rest is icing."

"You like..." Maki lowered his voice. "...sleeping with people."

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Fujima reached forward with his foot under the table and drew the toe of hos shoe up Maki's calf. "It's the highlight of my day."

Such a lie. Inside he was quite broken. Sex was a job. He found no pleasure in it other than the physical response of his body. Benefits of being a guy. His cock was always keen to play.

"Shall we head upstairs?" Maki set his empty glass down. Fujima had barely touched it. He didn't like to drink when he was on a job. One ran the risk of not being able to perform. And it left one open to the possibility of being taken advantage of.

"Nothing I want more." Fujima rose to his feet and waited for Maki to lead the way. He placed his hand on Maki's lower back as they approached the elevator, ushering him inside. Once they were in and the doors closed, Fujima pressed Maki against the elevator wall, plundering his mouth. His hands found their way under the back of Maki's suit jacket and ran his hand up Maki's spine. Then down again- ending at his ass. He clutched it in his fist.

Fujima stepped away as the elevator doors opened. Maki looked as if he had been attacked by a wild animal. Maki had said he wanted a rough, aggressive date. Fujima would deliver in spades. It was in his nature to be aggressive with men. Women required such delicate care.

He jammed his cock against Maki's ass, breathing down the back of Maki's neck as Maki fought to unlock his hotel room door. "I want you to fuck me so hard," Fujima whispered as Maki continued to struggle. Sensing Maki wasn't getting anywhere, Fujima took over and unlocked the door. He was an expert when it came to hotel rooms' locking mechanisms.

Having opened so many over the years.

The fury and speed of Maki's undressing surprised Fujima. Now that they were alone together, Maki's meek, mild persona fell away. He was in for a ride with this guy.

Naked, Maki helped Fujima remove the rest of his clothing then stood back to admire him. He wandered forward and ran his hand across Fujima's chest. "You're so beautiful."

The most Fujima could do was smile. It was a compliment he was paid often. It had lost its effect. Beautiful, gorgeous-sexy. None of it meant anything anymore.

"How much for the whole night?" Maki asked.

"Three thousand."

Maki scrambled on the floor in his suit jacket looking for his wallet. He pulled out thirty one hundred bills and laid them on the dresser beside the television.

"Okay?" Maki cocked his head toward the stack of bills.

"Perfect."

Fujima moved in, cupped Maki's face, and kissed him. He made a point of moaning as his free hand traveled to Maki's ass. It was all part of the dance. Kiss, moan, fuck-cum.

"Tell me you love me," Maki whispered. This wasn't new either. Fujima had proclaimed his love for easily more than fifty people during his career. It was an easy lie to tell. He had found himself doing it in his real life as well as his work life.

Heartbreak.

"You're so precious to me," Fujima whispered against Maki's ear. "I love you."

Maki released a sigh of relief as if Fujima proclaiming his love for him somehow absolved him of whatever deviant act he was about to commit.

Fujima angled Maki toward the bed and shoved him down onto it. Maki laid flat on his back, his feet still on the floor; Fujima towered over him. He sank to his knees, gripped Maki's cock with one hand, and sucked into his mouth.

He started with the cockhead and slit, circling, and sucking, wetting the full cap. He pulled Maki's foreskin back, bringing it to attention, and accessing the shaft beneath the protective skin. He wrapped his lips around it, his tongue riding the velvety flesh. Sucking, pulling- tasting. Maki smelled and tasted of musk and soap. Wholesome. Fujima hummed around Maki's cock making Maki lift his hands over his head, groaning. It wouldn't take long to undo him.

This was the first step in his service. Make the client cum so he would last longer when it came to fucking him once the client had recovered significantly to do so.

Fujima slurped and sucked, and jammed Maki's cock down his throat, swallowing around it. There was a time when he would have coughed and choked when he first started as an escort. Now, his gag reflex was well under control. Being deep-throated wasn't a problem for him.

Maki sat up, then rose to his feet, and grabbed Fujima's head, and proceeded to face fuck him, brutalizing his throat. Fujima took it in his stride. Making all the right sounds and looking up with innocent eyes. He fluttered his lashes at Maki who was looking down at him. He closed his eyes when Maki spat in his face. The game was true and fully on.

Fujima erupted in choking sounds, pushing drool out to coat to his chain. There was certainly enough of it to produce the effect he wanted. Maki spat in his face again and grabbed handfuls of his hair, lowered Fujima's face into his pubes, and battered Fujima's face with his taut belly.

Maki hauled Fujima's mouth off his cock with a pop and slapped each of Fujima's with his wet, hard cock. Fujima gazed up at him, spit stinging his eyes, and opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Maki pumped his cock, increasingly faster. A stream of cum hit Fujima's forehead then the rest made its way into his mouth. Each tima a shot ended up on his tongue, Fujima swallowed, then opened his mouth for more.

His face was a wet, spit soaked, cum covered mess. He waited for his next instructions.

Maki had taken charge.

"Go get cleaned up."

Fujima rose to his feet and headed for the washroom. He looked in the mirror. Some of Maki's cum had landed in his hair. He decided to have a shower. A quick run with the hairdryer through his hair after he stepped out of the steaming hot water left him feeling somewhat human again. He would have felt better if he had been able to brush his teeth. He opted for a sip of mouthwash he found on the counter.

Maki was lying on his back on the bed waiting for him.

Fujima climbed on beside him. "What do you want from me next?"

Maki spread his legs and lifted them, bending his knees, and grasped his knees in his hands. "I want you down there ... feasting."

Rimming it was.

Fujima arranged himself between Maki's legs and used his hands to clear Maki's furry ass cheeks out of the way. He dove in. Fujima loved eating ass. This wasn't a hardship in the least. His tongue dipped and prodded; retreated and spit at Maki's hole, then pushed his face back beneath Maki's balls. They rested nicely on the bridge of his nose. Almost comforting. Maki reached down and held them out of the way while pumping on his cock. It gave Fujima greater access.

He extended his tongue, shaping it into a point, and pressed hard against Maki's hole. The wet, firm muscle breached the outer ring and he held it there, then dipped in and out. Maki's hand ran through his hair, gripped a handful, then jammed Fujima's face deeper into his ass.

Fujima was in heaven- as much as he could be while working. Not being able to breathe every few seconds was turning him on. He squirmed against the bedding, his cock hardening. This went on for several minutes. Fujima had a record of eating some guy's ass for some twenty-five minutes. Maki was looking to break that record.

By the time Maki released him, he was gasping for breath.

"Sit up at the head of the bed."

Fujima scurried up, placing his back on the headboard, seated on a pillow.

"Spit into your hand."

Fujima did as he was told.

"Smear it on your chest. Circle your nipples with it."

Again, Fujima obeyed. He moaned and ground his hips up and down as he spread the spit over his chest and nipples. He lowered his hand as Maki approached and suckled each of his nipples into his mouth. Maki was looking for a taste of his own ass.

Fujima grinned. He was beginning to like this guy. Maybe they were both heartbreak.

Maki retreated. "Grab your cock and start stroking it."

Fujima wrapped his hand around his hard cock and began sliding his closed fist up and down his shaft. He undulated his hips, moaning and mewling, which seemed to please Maki.

"I want you to cum."

That shouldn't be a problem. Fujima was already close. Eating Maki's ass for half an hour had almost made him cum in the bedding. He increased his speed.

"Cap it when you cum. Catch it all."

Again, Fujima grinned.

Definitely liking this guy.

The first pulse rocked through him. He capped his cock in time, filling his fist with cream. Burst after burst, he collected it in his palm.

Maki was paying rapt attention, his eyes wide.

"Eat it for me."

Fujima brought his hand to his mouth and made a show of extending his tongue into his cum-filled hand and lapping it up. He didn't stop until his hand was clean.

Maki was breathing heavily.

He surged toward Fujima and took his mouth, his tongue searching every crevice. Humming and groaning as he did. Fujima wrapped his arms around Maki's body to keep him sealed to his lips, returning the fervor by pushing what taste he could into Maki's mouth.

Maki released him and sat back looking at Fujima; Maki's cock hard and weeping.

"Roll over on your stomach."

Fujima rolled over, waiting to be told to spread his legs. They had agreed on condom use only. No bareback. He assumed that's what Maki was doing. Instead, he heard him get off the bed and fiddle with something on the floor. The jingle of a belt buckle told Fujima exactly what Maki intended to do next. It was also in their agreement that Fujima consented to being spanked and lightly beaten with a belt, crop, or flogger.

"On your knees ... closer to the end of the bed."

Fujima shuffled down the bed on his hands and knees until his feet were hanging over the edge of the bed. He braced himself.

The first slap was hard. Maki wasn't going to go easy on him. The next warmed his other cheek. After each lash, it began to sting more and more until it became difficult to bear. Fujima would have to call a stop to it soon. The agreement said lightly beaten not beaten to a pulp.

The belt strap moved to his back and his shoulders. Maki laid down a few stripes then shoved Fujima to get him to roll over. Fujima shut his eyes. Rarely if ever did his clients request this, but he was willing to go there with this guy. Somewhere deep down, he felt he deserved it.

The belt came down across his nipples. It smarted something terrible. Maki beat them until they were red and swollen. Fujima clenched his fists and sucked in a breath. The next strap came down across his cock. It was lighter but it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.

Maki's fingers lifted Fujima's cock and laid its flaccid shaft on his pubes, exposing his balls.

"Spread your legs."

Goddamn it.

Fujima's ass rocketed into the bedding as the belt came down on his balls. It was almost too much. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. But he wanted more.

Definitely heartbreak.

Each tap of the belt shocked his system, making him feel alive. The most alive he had felt in a long time. When Maki stopped, his balls were red and swollen.

"Beautiful," Maki muttered running his fingertips over them. Even that light touch sent squirming lightning bolts into Fujima's gut.

"Back to the head of the bed ... lying down. Pillow behind your head."

Fujima made his way to the other end of the bed and arranged himself. Maki crawled toward him and straddled Fujima's head. Maki lifted his cock and fed Fujima his balls. Again, Fujima's air was cut off every few seconds, his mouth filled with sweaty, fragrant balls; his nose sealed off with them. If it hadn't been for the trashing it had received, Fujima's cock would have been hardening. As it was, it was too traumatized to come out.

Fujima clung to Maki's hips, encouraging him to ride his face. Maki's cock seeped precum into Fujima's hair as Maki drummed his cock on Fujima's forehead.

Being ridden- and sucking hairy flesh, his mouth full- it was glorious.

Maki climbed off, leaving Fujima to regain his breath. Maki sat with his back against the headboard. He waggled his cock, choking it. "Sit on it."

Fujima raised an eyebrow. "Condom."

Maki grunted but relented, sliding off the bed to get some condoms from his suit jacket. Fujima took the opportunity to grab some lube from his own jacket.

He clambered back onto the bed with it, moving gingerly because of his swollen, injured balls. It would take him a few days to recover from that. His apartment would be an underwear-free zone for a while. He squirted some lube into his hand.

"Hands and knees so I can see what you're doing." Maki was back at the head of the bed. It seemed it was a show he wanted. Fujima turned his ass to face Maki and started working the lube into his hole. One finger, then two, pumping- stretching, his stomach clenching and releasing.

Then three- then four. Fujima's hand was cupped, slipping in and out of his ass to the second knuckle, each time his hand touched his balls, wincing. He changed his position and thrust deeper, groaning. He almost managed to slip his thumb in.

So good.

"Now sit on my cock." Maki gripped his cock, pumping it. The condom was in place on his thick shaft. Fujima was reluctant to comply. Fucking in this position was going to mean coming to rest on his balls. But perhaps, that's what Maki intended.

Fujima straddled Maki's hips, his knees on the bedding, and with Maki guiding him, he slid onto Maki's cock in one smooth motion.

He grasped Maki's shoulders.

"Kiss me, lover," he said.

Maki covered Fujima's mouth with his, his tongue seeking, sparring with Fujima's, both men seeking to dominate. Fujima rocked his hips so Maki's cock would grind against his gland. The searing heat as his balls rolled against Maki's pubes only lasted for a moment. He rose on his knees then plunged back onto Maki's cock.

Maki grunted and smiled against Fujima's lips. "You're tough. I like that."

"I was made for this." Fujima smiled back.

"Fuck me like you're riding a stallion."

"Easy." Fujima rose and lowered onto Maki's cock. "Because I am."

Maki slapped Fujima's ass.

"Behave."

Fujima grinned and bounced on Maki's cock. Time and again- tormenting himself hard. The thwack-thwack of skin smacking together filled the room. Each thrust jostling Fujima's guts, his insides exploding with sensation. Maki held Fujima in place with his hands and drilled up into him, his hips like a jackhammer, obliterating any sense of reason Fujima had left.

"Hands and knees," Maki gasped.

Fujima used his hands on the headboard to lift himself off Maki's cock, stood on the mattress, and found a space on the bed to take his position. Maki grabbed Fujima's hips and slipped back in, situating himself behind Fujima with one knee bent, his foot on the bed.

Maki was going for leverage. Fujima's legs were shaking like jelly.

Fujima groaned as the first of many bone-ratting thrusts pierced his body. He braced his hands. Maki was going to fuck him right off balance. He decided to submit to the inevitable and leaned further forward, placing his chest on the mattress. His arms outstretched, he set his cheek on the bedding. As expected, Maki grabbed his wrists, wrenching Fujima's arms back, and hanging on for dear life to Fujima's arms as he pummeled Fujima's hole.

Maki's hips crashed time and again against his ass. Battering- thrashing. Fujima was sure he would find bruises in the morning. His body felt like it had been through a meat grinder.

He was loving every second of it.

It felt like forever, being mauled. Fujima's ass was on fire, his shoulders were screaming, and yet- he couldn't get enough of it. He sunk into the rhythm, letting it take him out of his body to someplace he knew only existed in his mind.

Maki's hips jerked. Fujima vaguely remembered calling out Maki's name and telling him to fuck him harder. Fuck me. Punish me. Fuck me harder. Destroy me.

Maki grunted as he released rope after rope of cream, filling the condom. After the final thrust, Maki pulled out, and Fujima collapsed on his side, panting.

"Open." Maki hovered over Fujima, filled condom in hand. Fujima dutifully opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, accepting the gift as it was drained from the condom.

"Clean it." Maki gripped his cock, squeezing out the last drops. Fujima moved closer and took Maki's cock into his mouth, cleaning the sensitive cockhead gently.

Maki shoved Fujima away then stretched out on his stomach on the bedding. He spread his legs. "Get your face in there. I want to feel your hot breath on my hole- your tongue licking my insides." He peered over at Fujima. "Now. Feasting- I want you feasting."

Fujima sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Good thing he was heartbreaking.