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From Chapter 2
“I’m gonna order an Uber back to the dorm,” he told me. “You can pick me up for our next date Friday. ‘Kay?”
I protested about him taking an Uber but he said he liked the idea of leaving me sitting here on the couch naked and I could honestly understand that sentiment. We agreed I’d pick him up at 7 p.m. on Friday and Sato gave me a passionate, lingering kiss before heading out to catch is ride. Realizing it was already 4 a.m., I went ahead when the door closed behind Sato and wrote up and sent an email to my boss saying I’d been up all night sick and would need the day off.
When Sato texted to say he was back in his dorm, I replied with a goodnight text and went to bed, where I jerked off while fingering my now slightly loose hole and thinking about Sato until I had my third orgasm of the night and fell asleep.
The Concert
“send me a hole pic”
I looked at the text from Sato again. It was early Friday afternoon and I was in the office. He’d become a little more demanding since the last time we’d seen each other. He had me turn on read receipts (which he didn’t do for himself), send him a video of me fingering myself and told me to go and buy a jockstrap to wear on our next date. He hadn’t done that, in the end. He’d also been making use of my credit card. I got notifications every time it was used. He’d bought dinner for himself and at least two friends on two different nights, went to Louis Vuitton and bought something and gone to a sex shop.
The first time I saw the charge I almost confronted him for how much he’d spent. It was one of the dinners, a nice, expensive restaurant where he’d bought at least three meals. Then I realized I was hard as a rock sitting at my desk. This Japanese twink using my money without even asking, for some reason, turned me on. Something about thinking of the sexy and assertive Asian twink who’d used me as a way to lose his virginity now using my credit card to buy whatever he wanted felt so strangely good. An odd surrender of power over my own life.
I’d been looking at the text demanding a hole pic and trying to decide what to do for about five minutes when a second came in.
“now”
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling my nerves really ramping up, and then texted back.
“OK”
The eighth floor of our building was unoccupied but we still had access to it. There was a bathroom there that nobody ever used with a lock on the door. I adjusted my hard on and stood up, determined. Somehow this 18-year-old twink had me wrapped around his finger.
I took the elevator down and went to the bathroom, my heart racing the entire time. What power did Sato have over me? From the moment I saw that text I couldn’t stop picturing his slim, smooth body, his cute and sexy face, the devious smiles he flashed. I remembered the way he talked to me. How he was so blunt and demanding. Just thinking about how he told me he would be using my hole to lose his virginity was an insane and inexplicable turn on. The way he made me feel like I had less right to authority, despite my being 11 years older than him, was disorienting and somehow thrilling. My hole twitched as I remembered how it felt to have his cock shoved into my throat.
I opened the bathroom door to find it clean and empty. I closed the door and locked it. There was little to no chance anybody would walk in, but I wanted to be safe.
I was undoing my belt when another text came in.
“strip totally and if you let me see your face i’ll get a special reward for you”
My heart started pounding in my ears as I looked at that text. This time it was a request with a promise of reward instead of a demand. I didn’t care about the reward, but the fact that it was offered and including my face wasn’t an order made me want to do it even more. I sent a text back.
“You promise you’re not gonna share it with anybody?”
He didn’t reply for a couple minutes and I found myself growing impatient. My hole twitched again and my dick jumped as I thought about how his words made me feel when he was having sex with me. I could practically hear his words replaying in my head in his voice. How he degraded me, called me a bitch and a faggot, how he talked about my need for his Japanese teen cock being more powerful than my need for oxygen, the way he asserted that I wanted him to use my throat to massage his cock and give him pleasure. how he called me a good boy despite my being older and that fact that even the praise was degradation
I took a deep breath, suddenly determined to just go ahead and do it.
I dropped my pants to the floor and kicked off my shoes. I stepped out of the pants and took off my socks, then my tie, then my shirt. I looked in the mirror. My cock was standing out straight from my body, pulsing. I took a minute to admire myself. I had no body hair. I went out, at Sato’s demand, and bought an at-home laser hair removal on my chest, pubes, balls, ass, pits, arms and legs. The hair was still trying to grow back after I shaved and lasered it, but I was already seeing it come in thinner and lighter. I didn’t like the totally smooth look at first but it was already growing on me.
I picked up my phone to see Sato had sent another text.
“whatever you’re gonna do hurry up. and wait for me to look at it before you get dressed. u might need to retake it”
I sighed and shook my head, more amused and turned on than annoyed at this arrogant 18-year-old twink giving me, a 29-year-old man, orders.
“OK,” I answered.
I decided the best way to do it would be putting my phone on the counter with a timer on the camera, turning around, bending over, spreading my cheeks and looking over my shoulder. If I were at home I would have laid down on the bed and pulled my legs back, raised my ass up and taken the picture so it showed my face and hole at the same time. Here, as ineloquent as it was, this was the best thing so could think of.
When I looked at the pic it was definitely awkward. But I decided it would do for the situation. I sent it to Sato, immediately questioning if I should have included my face. Then I waited. It was a full eight minutes before Sato responded.
“you can do better. lay on the floor. go to another room if you can like an empty office so you’re not laying on a bathroom floor”
Then he described exactly what I thought would be the best way. The balls on this twink. The suggestion that I go to an empty office seemed absolutely absurd, but I decided to check the empty offices on this floor and sent him an OK in response.
I managed to find an office that had nothing in it but a desk and no windows except the one facing out to the street. It was tinted and from up here nobody would be able to see in. The building right across the street was only five floors high. I texted him so he wouldn’t get too impatient.
“found an office”
Then I started to strip. When I was totally nude I picked up my phone to take the pic and again saw a message from Sato.
“there a desk? would be hot if you lay on the desk to do it. and wait again to make sure it’s good enough”
I rolled my eyes but climbed up onto the large desk anyway. On the verge of panic, I swung my legs back and rolled my back up so my ass was in the air. My arms were shaking from the strange position but I was able to get the pic. I sent it, then got another correction from him: send two, one smiling and one with my mouth opened, eyes wide and eyebrows raised like I felt really good.
By the time I sent both of those I was shaking and sweating from a mix of the anxiety of taking a hole pic on a desk in an office at work and the fact the AC wasn’t turned on on this floor. He didn’t respond for another 10 minutes and it only got worse, the anxiety of how long I’d been gone from my desk combined with the fear that came as part of where I was and what I was doing. I had decided to say “fuck it” and just get dressed when he sent a message back.
“good boy. go back to work. gotta make sure you keep up with the credit card bills”
I felt my face go read and my body try to disappear as I read that. I couldn’t imagine how my friends would react if they found out I was basically submitting to a just-legal twink like this, following instructions, letting him spend my money, risking my job to take a good hole pic just because he asked. This cocky and arrogant 18-year-old was starting to push it.
‘Starting to?’ I thought. If this was just starting to push it, there was something deeper going on in my mind. But despite the embarrassment, I wasn’t angry. I was hard and leaking precum. I almost jerked off and then remembered that, for starters, I was in an office with no way to clean up and on top of that I was already worried that being away from my desk for so long would raise questions. So I just accepted that I would end up with blue balls and got dressed.
Nobody questioned anything when I got back to my desk and the rest of the day went by normally. Sato didn’t text me again the entire time I was at work.
When I got home, I did what I needed to prepare to bottom (Sato hadn’t said he would fuck me but he was 18 and horny and it was more likely he would decide he wanted in my ass than not), fixed my hair, put on the Pump jockstrap I’d bought and got dressed. I got another notification that my credit card had been used but didn’t bother to look at it as I walked out the door.
When I picked him up outside his dorm, Sato’s expression was so casual he almost seemed bored.
“So what are we doing for our date tonight?” I asked when he closed the door.
“I got us tickets to a concert,” Sato said. That must have been what he’d used my credit card for. “I think we’ll both enjoy it, and then you can buy me dinner before we come back to my room. My roommate’s out for the night.”
He gave me the name of the venue and I pulled up directions on my phone. As I drove he talked about his classes, ranted about a professor and asked me about work. It was so normal it felt weird.
When we got parked and out of the car, Sato grabbed my hold and held it on the walk to the club the concert was at. They IDd both of us, the old white man working as a bouncer giving me a quizative but non-judgmental look when he saw Sato holding my hand. In response to that look, Sato grabbed my upper arm with his other hand and leaned into me. The bounce shrugged in response and wordlessly handed both our IDs to me and put Xs on Sato’s hands to mark him under 21.
We got inside to find a ton of people, most of them Asian, milling about waiting on the concert to start. It was about 9:30 before it did. It was an Asian indie artist from Houston and Sato was right, I loved his music.
At about halfway through, during a slower song, Sato stood in front of me and wrapped himself in my arms, then less than a second later slowly guided one hand down and back around to his front until it was over his jeans, letting me feel the ridges of his developing abs along the way. His cock was hard. He held onto my hand and massaged his cock through his jeans for a few seconds and I got the idea. When he let go I kept doing it. One woman noticed us, making me cautious for a moment because I still felt it odd to be in the submissive role with an 18-year-old, but after watching for a minute she just walked away without saying anything.
When the show was over and we were back in the car, Sato pulled out his hard cock and had me start stroking it the moment we were out of the parking lot. It was amazing how pliable I was with him. I didn’t say a word and just let him guide my hand there and wrap it around his shaft. Trying to focus on the road, I pulled the foreskin back and forth over the head as I drove. He told me to take him to a late night sushi place.
“You can have a little taste before we go in,” he told me when we were parked.
I looked at Sato’s cock and my mouth started watering. I quickly leaned over the center console with my mouth open and engulfed his cock. He just sat back with one hand on my upper back on the other behind his head, sighing as I swirled my tongue around and put it under the foreskin to lick the head for a few seconds, then put a hand on my forehead and gently pushed me up off his cock.
“I’ll let you suck me more later,” he said as if doing me a favor. “I know you’re hungry for my Japanese cock, but I’m hungry for food now.”
Over dinner we talked about the concert and more about how school was going for him. Nothing terribly captivating by itself, but his every word garnered my full attention. Sato had me wrapped around his slim, long fingers and if I’m totally honest I didn’t mind it. In fact, something about being so infatuated with this somewhat dominant 18-year-old near-twunk to the point that I didn’t question his commanding attitude was thrilling.
On the drive back to his dorm he again pulled his cock out of his jeans. This time he didn’t have to guide my hand, I reached out immediately and took hold and started jerking. I was so horny, my dick staying hard through most of dinner and my balls just starting to feel blue, that it didn’t really even think about the action even after I did it. It was dark outside but at one point we drove under a highway light as a trucker was driving next to us and the guy honked and rolled down his window to give us a thumbs up. Incredibly embarrassed, I hit the gas and sped away as Sato laughed. The rest of the drive I did my best to stay away from taller vehicles and focus on the road, which was difficult given how great Sato’s cock felt in my hand. It radiated warmth and its iron-stiff length was silky to the touch.
Sato let me stroke and tease his cock the rest of the way back to the dorms. When we got there, he put it away and led me into the building. I felt extremely out of place walking through the halls of a college dorm as a man who’d graduated years ago, close in tow behind the Japanese freshman I knew was about to fuck me. Other college students, most of them around Sato’s age, stared at us as we walked. It must have been an odd sight, a man my age following an 18-year-old freshman around like a loyal puppy.
“My roommate is out for the night and won’t be back until late tomorrow,” he told me as he punched in a code to open his dorm room door. “I got some new toys and wanna have some fun, so I hope you’re ready for a long night.”
Hearing that, my heart jumped into my throat and my hands started shaking, but my cock was also suddenly aching as it tried to get harder than was physically possible. Sato opened the door and walked in, and I followed him meekly. It was an apartment-style dorm. No real kitchen, just a mini fridge and a microwave, but otherwise a two bedroom apartment.
“OK,” Sato said, stopping in the middle of the living room. “So, you’re gonna take your clothes off here. Fold them and put them on the couch. Then I’ll take you to my room and have my way with you.”
The cockiness this sexy Asian twink radiated drove me wild. He spoke with a sureness so strong he might be able to convince me the sun orbits the earth by his tone and attitude alone. It bordered arrogant confidence, with just the right touch of condescension and the tiniest hint of an edge that conveyed some sort of earned authority.
“OK,” I answered, my steady voice not betraying my anxious excitement as my hands, which did betray my nerves with their shaking, began unbuttoning my shirt.
“OK what?”
“OK, sir,” I corrected.
That brought a cocky grin to his face as I pulled my shirt off. Christ, that grin made my heart pound and my stomach do backflips. When my pants came off, my sexy light blue Hugo Boss briefs had a massive dark spot from all the precum I’d been leaking all night. My cock slapped against my stomach and then leveled out with those briefs pulled down. I stepped out of them, folded them and put them with the rest of my clothes. I looked over at Sato, fully dressed. Being totally exposed in front of this fully dressed 18-year-old was an oddly uncomfortable, embarrassing and exciting experience.
“Come with me,” Sato said. He grabbed my balls in his hand and used them to lead me as he started walking.
Literally leading me by the balls, I thought with some wry amusement.
His grip on my balls was light enough that it didn’t hurt on its own, but firm enough that if I fell behind they would be pulled painfully forward. We went into his bedroom and Sato pointed to the full size bed.
“There’s a sleep blindfold there. Put it on and sit down.”
I walked to the bed and did as I was told. Sato opened the closet and I heard him removing things. When he came to me, he grabbed my wrist and told me to stand. When I did, he put both my hands behind my back and began wrapping something around my wrists.
“What are you—“
Sato slapped me lightly on the face, not even enough to sting but enough to surprise me and shut me up. It was a stupid question anyway, it was obvious what he was doing.
“Not a word from you until I’m done.”
I fought the urge to respond “Yes, sir,” unsure of my acknowledgement would be defiance of his command.
It was a rope that Sato was wrapping around my wrists. He wound the rope, a sensual soft texture, around my wrists twice before putting the fingers of his free hand in and looping the rope through. He tied it, then moved the rope over my upper right bicep, just below my deltoid, and around my chest then back around my left arm.
Every touch, brush and caress was electric, amplified by the fact I couldn’t see.
He did that again, then tied it between my shoulder blades and fastened it to my wrists binding. He then ran his fingers through the rope from my arms and across my chest before he started working with the rope again. He put it under my right arm from behind and pulled it up over the portion across my chest and out in front of me and down. He did it again with the left arm.
He’d reached the end of the rope and grabbed another, connecting it. He wrapped that rope around my lower chest and arms. My cock was still achingly hard and leaking precum like a faucet as he wrapped the binding around the vertical portion connecting the first chest rope to the wrists and fastened it tight.
The rope went back around me and as he walked to the front Saro paused and teased my nipples. My knees went weak and I let out a whimpering moan. I’ve never had the most sensitive nipples but the experience made them extraordinarily sensitive.
Sato moved the rope back around and under my arm and then tied it on my left side and then over my right shoulder, then back under my right arm. He slipped it back around and through the ropes over my shoulders, then back around and tied it to the vertical rope.
“You’re being such a good boy,” Sato praised me, wrapping his arms around me and running his hands down my abs. “Almost done.”
Almost done wasn’t that quick, though. He bound my waist and legs with rope, taking his time and running his hands over my body as he did.
“Sit on the bed,” Sato told me. His voice was kind but brokered no questioning or arguments.
Sato helped me onto the bed, a task that was surprisingly difficult with my eyes blindfolded, my upper body tied up and my hips bound.
“Sit up as best you can,” he told me. “You can scoot back against the wall if you need. Legs in front of you. Yes, like that.”
Sato pushed my left leg up so my knee was bent then wrapped another new rope around my ankle. Then he moved my leg back so my knee was nearly up at my chest. He wrapped the rope around my leg toward my upper thigh, then back around, binding my leg in three places. He knotted it through each level on each side, then did the same with my other leg.
When he was done, Saro tickled my balls and laughed at my gasps and whimpers for a moment before giving each ball a light, painless but surprising flick and then tilting me moved me forward. It was hard to keep myself in position as he did that — Sato was stunningly talented for a college freshman but his work was still a little sloppy. I didn’t want him to know that and feel even slightly less confident, though, so I did my best to avoid straining my binds for fear they might slip or come undone.
When he got me in this new position, I was resting chin down and ass up as he attached a leg spreader to my ankles. I was beginning to wonder what I’d gotten myself into as he ran a slim thumb over my hole. I told myself that I really did have a decent chance of breaking free if I needed to, but knew that I wanted to prove to both Sato and myself that I could take on this sub role and take what he wanted to give me tonight.
“So fuckin tight,” he commented as he played around with my hole. “Gonna leave you gaping before you get to go home.”
Sato then took yet another rope and connected it to the ones he’d bound my ankles with, then connected it back to the rope binding my arms and chest, going through the hip bindings on his way. Finally he used rope to bind my legs near the knees to my chest on each side. I realized when he was done with that that his work may have been sloppy at first but these last binds were done well. I was completely immobilized and started to panic wondering if I could escape if I needed to after all, my erection softening slightly and my breathing growing a touch erratic. Sato must have identified my reaction accurately.
“I know you can’t move but don’t freak out,” he told me, rolling me onto my side and beginning to caress what of my shoulder wasn’t covered by the ropes. His voice was suddenly soft and caring and comforting, a dramatic shift from his typical demanding tone to something I don’t think I’d heard from him before. “I’m not gonna gag you this time, so you can tell me if you want to stop.”
He kept caressing my shoulder and then with his other hand pet my abs while I subtly rested the ropes for weaknesses. I could have over analyzed the “yet” part but I decided not to. My breathing was already steadying and my cock rehardening, something about his soft touch and gentle tone calming me, when I realized that the wrist bindings had flaws enough that I could, if necessary, break free.
“But you’re not gonna want to stop,” Sato continued, his voice still kind but now with lust mixed in. I knew he was continuing his statement about being able to tell him to stop, but it still felt as if he’d read my thoughts about being able to break free. “I know you’re already my white slut daddy, even if you don’t realize it.”
I soaked his words in, questioning them but not feeling any anxiety from his assertion that I was his submissive slut. He sat on the bed next to me, silently running his hands over my body, as if he were objectifying me while intentionally allowing me to give careful, critical thought to his words.
Sato wasn’t wrong, I realized. I didn’t love being called a daddy, being only 29, but the point he was making was dead on. I revisited the thought I had at dinner, that this 18-year-old Japanese stud had me wrapped around his finger, and how excited that made me. The age gap and size difference made it somehow taboo and exciting that Sato was dominating me.
I also remembered, as Sato caressed the back of my neck and ran his hand through my hair, that I’d characterized him as slightly dominating. That analysis had to change, since now I was bound (with some considerable talent for someone of his age and experience level, I really can’t overstate that), totally naked and blindfolded on his bed. Especially since Sato was, presumably, still fully dressed.
“What do you think of that?” Sato asked as he rolled me onto my back, specifying before I had a chance to answer, “That you’re my submissive white slut daddy? You can answer me.”
I cleared my throat and Sato moved the hand caressing my and down to just above my pubes.
“I think you’re right,” I answered, then amended by adding, “Sir.”
Sato chucked.
“I’m gonna put a mask on you and take some pictures, if that’s OK,” Sato said. His tone was slowly creeping back to what I was used to, that arrogant, confident and authoritative voice returning. The edge that aroused me so much was slipping back in. “I won’t show them to anyone but I’ll put the mask on so you’re more comfortable. Is that OK?”
I nodded my head and he laughed that little hard exhale through his nose that made me swoon. Sato took my body, slipping his slim muscled arms through gaps in my bent legs and then up and under my arms, and easily lifted me a quarter inch off the bed to turn me so, as far as I could tell, I was laying with my head at the top of the bed. Then the mask, just a surgical one like everyone wore during the pandemic, went on.
I heard Sato moving around, noticed by the way the mattress shifted that he’d stepped up onto the bed to stand over me, felt him lie down next to me and put an arm behind my neck, get back off the bed and move around some more then, after maybe 10 minutes, the mask came off.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Sato said after a moment.
He ran his hands along my legs, torso, arms and sides. He caressed my face, ran his fingers through my hair and stroked my left earlobe before speaking again. There was just the tiniest bit of uncertainty in his voice, but it was an emotion so foreign to his voice that it stuck out like a splash of bright red on a canvas of black.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. The slightest hesitation in his voice was well masked but still so obvious because I’d never heard it from him. “I mean, enough to let me take photos of you like this without the mask. It’s OK if not. I’ll earn the rest of your trust. Just ‘cause you’re my subby bitch doesn’t mean I don’t have to earn your trust.”
I thought for a moment about it and decided, in large part because I interpreted the hit of self-doubt as Sato being vulnerable with me, that I would let him. The fact that he talked about earning my trust was convincing, too. I’d sent so many nudes, including with my face, to so many men that there had to be at least a few out there somewhere.
“OK, sir,” I answered. “I trust you.”
I could almost sense Sato’s trademark grin as he removed the mask from my nose and mouth. He moved around the room for a minute or two, then sat back down on the bed next to me.
“Time to take off the blindfold,” he said. Then, after a second of thought, “Let me just move one thing first.”
I heard something clatter and then he sat back down next to me. The blindfold came off and I found the room softly lit by candles. In front of me was a full-length mirror. I didn’t even recognize myself. I was contorted, my body covered in rope and knots, my legs spread wide and up to my chest, exposing my aching cock and tight, quivering, puckering hole that knew what was coming and was impatient to feel Sato’s cock. The rope was a deep red, so soft and smooth that its binding was almost comforting, tied so intricately, and oddly beautiful.
Sato was sitting next to me on his knees with his legs spread, leaning back on his heels and resting himself on the headboard around his shoulder blades. Once I was able to pull my eyes away from my own body’s reflection in the mirror I couldn’t look away. He looked like he was trying to read my reaction, that out-of-character nervousness I sensed in his voice hinted at in his face. It made him look 18, where as his confidence usually made him read as a man in his early to mid-20s. Nervous or not, he was so god damn sexy. Sato was still wearing his clothes, and the contrast of him fully clothed to me, not only totally nude but tied up, was stunning.
Sato’s face was just the right balance of round and triangle, accentuating his perfect face structure that many would pay endlessly to achieve in plastic surgery but keeping his face full. His eyes with their monolids added a steeliness to his gaze most of the time, but his face was very expressive. Those eyes could light up like a stereotypical boy-next-door college twink when he was talking about something that got him excited, but when he was bossing me around what to do those same eyes were cold and hard.
His hair, cut in a common Japanese style, fell over his forehead — usually he had it either center parted or pushed back, but he’d been moving around a lot to tie me down. His nose was on the smaller side but fit his face perfectly.
Everything about Sato was perfectly proportioned. Except his cock.
Even now, in the dim light and looking through the mirror, I could see the outline of Sato’s cock. Its 7.5 inches weren’t overly big as a rule, but on his smaller frame it looked like an absolute monster. Despite its appearance on him, I already knew it fit perfectly inside me, with a little patience and stretching. Sure, it hurt when he first drove his cock into my ass on our last date, but after taking his time to get inside me and letting his cock stretch me out, he fit like I was born with an ass designed for his cock and he in turn was born with a cock designed for my ass.
I quirked a small smile as I thought about Sato’s beauty and the perfection of his cock.
“You look so sexy like this,” Sato said again, drawing my eyes up from his jeans-clad cock to his face, then to me to look at what he was talking about. “This is Shinari. I got the ropes after our first date and I’ve been practicing ever since. Still a bit sloppy, but I’ll get better if I keep practicing on you.”
I felt a thrill at that. I knew then that I wanted more of this. He turned his gaze from our reflections in the mirror to my face, and I looked up at him, our eyes locked.
“It’s just so… satisfying,” Sato continued, running a hand through my hair, “to objectify you like this. Tie you up so you can’t move, can’t resist. I’m not gonna do anything if you… I guess you could say withdraw consent. So you don’t have to worry. But just the knowledge that I could do whatever I want to you and you couldn’t stop me…”
He trailed off, looking me right in the eyes, his gaze overflowing with lust and a touch of novel excitement. The way he talked about objectifying me, the acknowledgement he was doing exactly that, was a huge turn on.
“Alright,” he said, standing up. “Couple more pictures and then we get started. That OK?”
I nodded and he just stared at me, waiting.
“Yes, sir, that’s OK.”
He flashed a smirk and then pulled his phone out of his pocket. His clothed state, still dressed exactly as he was when I picked him up with the exception of his shoes, made me especially aware of my nakedness as he snapped photos from 11 different angles. He again got on the bed, this time stepping up and walking before he plopped down next to me. Sato slid an arm under my neck, held his body close to mine, leaned his head on my shoulder and held the phone up at an angle that showed him clothed next to me, stripped and bound with my cock hard.
“Try to give me some puppy dog eyes, baby,” he told me.
My dick jumped at hearing this twink 11 years my junior calling me “baby” and telling me how to look at hte camera, amid all the obscenity of the whole situation, and I did as he told me.
“Good boy.”
My dick jumped again as Sato took a few more photos, changing up the angles. I had to admit, there was something incredibly sexy about the image of a grown white man put in this situation by a teenage Japanese twink who was taking selfies of us together. Sato’s smile wasn’t a posed one for a photo, it was genuine. He was actually happy to have me here in this situation, beyond just sexual excitement. He locked his phone and lowered his arm and looked at me.
“Such a pretty boy,” he whispered absentmindedly.
Then he kissed me, a single slow kiss where both our lips parted and we slowly closed them. I opened my eyes after the kiss to find Sato looking at me almost affectionately. He kept eye contact with me for a moment then slipped his phone back into his pocket, winked at me and got up to walk over to his desk. There was a very large black box there that he picked up (it looked heavy) and walked over to the bedside table. He sat it down then opened it.
I looked back at the mirror and saw myself, my hair a mess and my body held still in that unnatural position, and saw what Sato saw. I really was sexy, tied up and so ultimately vulnerable. When I looked back, Sato was looking at me knowingly. He had a vibrating toy in his hand, pink and slim, and a bottle of Swiss Navy anal lube in the other.
“Well get to this in a minute,” he said, setting them both on the nightstand.
Sato reached back into the box and pulled more out and set it on the table. A ball gag, a flesh-colored dildo about half the size of his cock, another flesh colored dildo almost exactly the size of his cock, a medium butt plug with a curve to stimulate the prostate, a whip, a paddle, a Hitachi wand, an anal bullet, a long, slim black candle and another in red, nipple clamps and a masturbator machine.
“We’re not using all of this,” Sato said as if reassuring me. “But I wanna keep you guessing.”
With that, Sato sat on the bed and gave my hole a quick swipe with his index finger. He put a pillow under my ass so it was propped up then laid down on his stomach with his face about eight inches from my hole as he caressed my cheeks. He put his thumb on my hole and pressed a little, not trying to get in but just give me something to feel, and rubbed in circles, then sat up on his knees. The way he had me bound left my hole totally exposed. I couldn’t close my legs and my cheeks were spread wide.
Sato stared at my hole, then looked me in the eyes and licked his lips before diving down and going to town. Almost instantly, I was a moaning and convulsing mess as he licked and nibbled and kissed at my hole. He grabbed me by my ass cheeks and pressed his face into me. His tongue poked at my entrance and then pushed its way in slightly before he went back to lapping at it. It was like a constant current of electricity surging through my body.
He did that for at least five minutes, making me moan until I could feel my voice breaking, before he licked a slim index finger and slowly inserted it into my ass. He found my prostate and started massaging it. With his other hand he picked up my cock, the head an angry purple now, and bounced it in his hand. He swiped off a drop of precum with a finger and held that finger at my lips. I opened my mouth and he wiped it off my my tongue, a watery and lightly sweet flavor.
“So tight for me,” he said, his voice almost a moan.
Sato grabbed my hard dick again and pulled it toward him, away from me, until I let out an uncomfortable “ungh,” at which point he let it go and watched it slam back down to point toward my face. He did it two, three, four, five times before I stopped counting, occasionally sending a glob of precum flying to some part of my body as it sprung back to its default position. It hurt but it also felt great, the couple times precum landed on my face exciting me even more, leaving me moaning even louder as he kept up the prodding and pressing and rubbing on my g-spot.
“Yeah, moan for me, baby. There you go. Such a good slut. Submissive bitch boy daddy. You’ll do anything to please me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, sir!” I moaned.
“You’re obsessed with a Japanese stud 11 years younger than you,” Sato continued, ignoring my response as he continued to pull my dick toward him and release it when I started to feel discomfort.
“Yes, sir,” I whined.
“Say it,” Sato commanded.
“I’m fuckin’ obsessed with a Japanese stud 11 years younger than me, Sir!” I obediently answered. That “Sir” at the end changed in meaning for me as I said that. It felt more necessary, more formal, more like his title.
Sato pulled his index finger out of me and licked his middle, putting both of them inside me.
“You love being my subby plaything,” Sato said. It wasn’t a question, that dominant edge fully returned to his voice. “I bet you never thought you would be bound in Shinari on a Japanese teen stud’s college dorm bed, getting fingered and obsessive craving my big Asian cock.”
He turned his fingers round and round in my hole to stretch it out, regularly curling the fingers to brush my g-spot.
“Never imagined this, Sir,” I told him with a moan. With my cock sitting untouched, the sensations were less extreme and easier to relax and just enjoy.
“Oh, but you’re so glad it’s happening, aren’t you daddy sub?” Sato asked.
“I’m so, so glad, Sir,” I answered him. “I’m loving being your daddy sub.”
“That’s right, baby,” Sato said. “You do love it. You need it. I know you need it. I knew you needed it even before you did. I knew it the moment I saw your faggy white face with your eyes watching me walk around that first day.”
My head went back and a soft moan escaped my mouth as he continued working my hole over.
“I love playing with your body,” Sato told me matter-of-factly. “With you tied up like this, you’re so helpless you might as well be a toy. We’re gonna have so much fun together and no matter how hard I fuck you or how hard you cum, you’re gonna be desperate for more.”
Sato pulled his fingers out of me and reached for a toy.
“Let’s give this pussy some extra stimulation,” he narrated as he grabbed the anal bullet, a little pink oval with a wire attached to a control.
I’d only seen anal bullets in porn, and I suspected Sato had never used one before. I was certain because of the fact that he was a virgin until he fucked me that he’d never used it on another man, and something told me Sato hadn’t ever put anything at all in his ass. Not even a finger.
“Relax that hole for me, daddy,” he cooed. “Be my good slut.”
I did my best to relax my hole a little more than it already was but knew he was really only saying it as verbal foreplay. Sato got a tiny drop of lube and smeared it over the toy, then put it right at my hole.
“I’ve been so impatient since I bought this,” he said, pausing contradictingly for a moment. “Super curious to see how you react when it’s turned on.”
With that, Sato gave the bullet a little push. My ass opened and practically sucked it in. Sato grabbed ahold of the remote. Thinking for a second, he grabbed the Hitachi wand, too, then turned on the bullet.
It started as a dull sensation, just enough to elicit a humming sigh from me. He dropped the control on the bed and turned on the wand. His hand wrapping around my dick, Sato smiled at me while I stared at him with my mouth slightly open and eyes studying his face. The dullness of the bullet’s vibration was giving way to a more intense stimulation and it made his already sexy face look more and more beautiful by the second with the knowledge that he was causing the feeling.
Sato moved the wand and put it directly on the head of my dick. The vibration of that sent waves through my dick and balls and ass and hole and legs and made my vocalization of pleasure a little more pronounced. Combined with the anal bullet, it was a powerful experience, though I did find myself wishing he’d started the wand somewhere else and worked up to this.
He spent about four or five minutes just rubbing the head of my dick with the Hitachi wand, the vibration turning from pleasant to numbing to itchy in the last minute or two. When he shut it off he immediately put it back on the table and reached for the smaller of the two dildos there. Sato smeared lube on it and lined it up with my hole. After a second thought, he turned the bullet off and pulled it by the wire from my ass, the feeling of it being removed drawing a soft “ooh” from me.
When it was out he put it back on the table and again lined up the dildo before spending the next several minutes using it to slowly fuck me and stretch me out. He switched to the bigger dildo and did the same, then grabbed the bottle of lube and slicked his cock.
“I don’t have the patience to fuck your skull right now, baby,” he told me almost apologetically. I actually did feel a little disappointed about that. “I gotta feel your white daddy pussy insides again like right fuckin’ now.”
Sato repositioned himself so his face was over mine, propped up over my helpless body. He sat up again for one moment and nodded down toward his cock, telling me to look down. I watched as he pulled back the foreskin to reveal his shiny mushroom head, then bent back down over me and lined himself up. This time, Sato took his time. He held his cock and pushed in slowly, until the head popped in.
“Oh, yes,” I whispered, my voice a little higher than normal from the pleasure. “Oh, fuck yes. So good. Don’t stop.”
Sato let go of his shaft and put his hand back on the bed near my head.
“God damn fuckin’ hot fuckin’ daddy pussy,” He muttered as he started slowly pushing in deeper. His eyes studied my face carefully, I think looking for signs of pain or discomfort. “And such a good boy, too. Taking my cock like a pro.”
He kept sliding in, so slow it was almost torture, and repositioned himself as he did so his face was closer to mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face and my eyes lingered on his lips, wanting them to interlock with mine.
“You know every sexual experience you’ve ever had was just preparation for this?” Sato asked as he stopped his forward progress about halfway in.
“I do, Sir,” I whispered back. “I do now.”
His mouth, hanging open a little in pleasure, curved into a smile.
“Yeah, good white daddy,” Sato said. “You can’t get enough of this. I’m surprised you weren’t a dirty little ran through whore before you met me. Just out there trying to find that perfect cock. Well, this is that perfect Japanese cock, halfway in your daddy bitch cunt right now. The reason you couldn’t find it is ‘cause you’re a 29-year-old white daddy slut and I’ve only been legal for a couple months.”
Sato resumed his slow push into me, displaying much more patience than last time. His eyes were half-lidded in pleasure, as were mine, as we gazed at each other. Something about not being able to move my legs or arms or anything to make my position more accommodating for him made his progress even sweeter for me.
Not only was I helpless to stop Sato from doing whatever he wanted to me, I was dependent on the perfectly sexy Japanese twink to move and manipulate my body into the right position for his pleasure and, I realized as he adjusted his angle slightly so his shaft massaged my g-spot as he slid it in, my pleasure, too.
That realization that Sato was thinking about my pleasure even as he focused primarily on his own had an uneven effect on me, emotionally. It made me feel cared for, strange as that feeling was given that he was insulting me and earlier said straight up that it was hot that I was so helpless I was basically a toy for him to play with. It made me feel the beginning of some attachment to him apart from purely sexual desire.
“Am I hitting your spot now, baby?” Sato asked me.
“Yes, Sir,” I said breathily as he continued to push in and apply constant stimulation to my g-spot.
“You ever had some nice, big Japanese cock before?” He asked me. I could tell by his tone that Sato was enjoying the verbalization.
“No, Sir,” I answered honestly. “I’ve never had any Japanese cock.”
Sato smirked at that, the expression incredibly hot with his mouth open in pleasure.
“How do you like getting fucked by a Japanese man?” he asked me, adding extra emphasis and adding a short, fast thrust inward on the word ‘man.’
“I fucking love it, Sir,” I told him. “Feel like I’ve been missing out.”
He chuckled at that but didn’t respond. He was almost bottomed out in me now. He moved a hand off the bed and used it to brush back some of my hair that ended up on my forehead. The closer he got to having his cock fully buried inside me, the closer his face got to mine. By the time he bottomed out, his lightly sweaty forehead was on my slightly sweaty forehead. His wide, shorter nose was next to my narrow, taller nose. His delicious, full lips were less than a centimeter from my mouth.
“Oh, baby,” He moaned into my open mouth as his balls met my ass, that. “Fuck, baby. You’re still so tight, and you’re so, so hot. Perfect subby daddy pussy.”
All I could do was moan in response. Sato smiled — I could see it in those expressive eyes — and slowly started kissing me. As our lips danced his cock began sliding back slowly. He got about three quarters out then started going back in, repeating it and picking up the pace with each inward stroke.
My eyes closed, I reveled in the feel of his big, thick Japanese teen cock drilling my hole. Sato moved his hands behind my head and held me there, pulling my face up to his own as he supported himself on his elbows. A bite on my lip had me thrashing my body, not in pain but in pleasure. His balls smack my ass and his hips collide with my bent-back legs echoed throughout the room, almost as loud as my moans and his grunts.
“You stupid white slut,” Sato said, breaking the kiss but keeping his lips so close to mine that they brushed as he spoke. “Get this Asian cock, bitch. So fucking hot. So fucking tight.”
Sato seemed to lose interest in being creative for the rest of the night — something I should have expected given his being 18 — and after about 10 minutes of steady fucking, his abs rubbing against my sensitive dick and his cock punching my g-spot over and over, he sat up on his knees and took hold of my dick.
“You can cum whenever,” he told he breathily as he jerked my cock. “I’m not gonna stop jerking you, even if you beg me when you get close. Just know I don’t care if you cum before me.”
He took a second to breathe before continuing.
“I’m gonna fuck you as long as I need to breed this tight daddy pussy.”
His verbal play was intoxicating to me and actually did threaten to push me over the edge. Sato was a little rough on his jerking technique, squeezing just a little too tightly and stroking just a little too hard, but maybe all the more amazing for it. This 18-year-old was dominating me despite his lack of experience. It made me feel more degraded knowing that this Japanese near-twunk was dominating me without enough experience to give a proper handjob to his bottom. I was learning quickly to accept and enjoy that degradation.
I only lasted about five more minutes before I was moaning out to warn him that I was close.
“Oh, God, Sato,” I cried out.
“Fuckin’ right, God Sato,” he growled, his eyes locked to mine.
Jesus fucking Christ, I thought hearing that. He took me calling out to him and throwing “God” in there and turned it into praise for him as a god.
“Fuck, Sato, Sato, Sato,” I moaned, feeling my orgasm get closer and closer. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck. I’m gonna cum. Please, I don’t wanna cum yet. Please.”
Sato smirked down at me as he didn’t stop stroking me, but instead adjusted the angle of his cock as it fucked in and out of my pussy to hit my prostate harder. He spat at my cock and spread the saliva around as he picked up the speed.
“Warned you, fucker,” he grunted at me. “Told your bitch ass… what would happen when you… got close.”
He was getting closer too, probably thinking about himself continuing to fuck my hole even after my orgasm, through the return of pain that can come post-nut. But, honestly, I don’t think I would want him to stop even if his cock pounding my ass hurt enough to make me cry.
“Don’t worry,” Sato panted at me. His fuck rhythm was losing its rhythm. “You’ll have plenty of chance to have the honor of taking my Japanese cock. I’ll breed this — ugh. Breed this pasty daddy ass over and over if you’re a good boy for me.”
Hearing him talk about being fucked by his Japanese cock as an honor and describe being breeded by him as a reward for being a good boy for him was the last straw.
“Fuuuuuck!” I cried out in a throaty moan as I tumbled unwillingly over the edge.
Sato was quick, pulling out almost all the way and rapidly, roughly assaulting my g-spot. The moment the first round of hot white cum left my cock, Sato went right back to deep dicking me. He pulled out almost all the way then shoved his entire length back in, over and over, so fast that as my head rolled to the side and I got a glimpse of us in the mirror, his hips and ass in the reflection were a blur. The angle was intentional, perfect for slamming his cockhead into my g-spot and running the entire length of his shaft along it.
My orgasm was so powerful that the first three shots all landed on my face. Another four volleys splattered on my chin, neck, chest and abs before it started to leak out. Sato slammed himself inside me, earning him a pained moaning grunt, and roughly manhandled me around so he was facing the mirror at a slight angle now. As soon as he could see himself, Sato grabbed me by the jaw and turned my head so I could see our reflection, too.
“Watch yourself get fucking used by a fucking yellow Jap gook twink,” he growled, almost as if drawing on some racial trauma and injecting it into the pleasure he got by pounding my ass.
Almost immediately after telling me to watch myself, Sato went back to supersonic deep dicking me. And god, it had been a long time since I’d continued bottoming after cumming, but this felt great. My memories of continuing top take cock after cumming were filled with discomfort and pain. That was still here, but after hearing Sato refer to himself with a string or slurs while telling me he was using me — not fucking me, using me — made that pain into something I wanted. It made me crave the pain.
Sato fucked me upright for a little bit, but it wasn’t long before he bent down, placing both hands on my throat and putting his weight there. My eyes shot from the mirror to his face as he strangled me. His met mine, filled with what looked like anger, but also power and confidence. He grinned sadistically as I choked and fought to draw in breath, and when I began to writhe he suddenly slammed his cock into me harder than he had yet. His face contorted as he entered the throes of his orgasm. I tried to speak, to tell him I couldn’t breath, but no air would come out to carry my words.
Sato’s cock twitched once and he let out a gurgling moan. The second came with a growling moan. The third a sighing cry. His hands fell off my throat and he collapsed onto the bed, jerking his hips sporadically as his cock continued twitching as he bred me deep. I coughed and sputtered as I sucked in breath. I realized I should have been angry, but as I pulled breath after breath into my lungs I found myself incredibly turned on by the fact that he’d almost choked me to unconsciousness.
He unloaded at least eight good shots of cum into me before his tensed body relaxed and his ragged breathing found a steady, heavy pace. Sato fumbled around with his hands and took hold of my head, turning it toward his. His eyes were closed, face twisted in ecstasy. He slammed his lips into mine and kissed me, rough and sloppy. His tongue found its way in my mouth and flailed everywhere inside.
When he calmed down, the kissing slowed until it stopped. Sato caught his breath while holding my bound body in his arms. His cock softened slowly and he stayed on top of me until it slipped out of my hole, followed by possibly the biggest load I’d ever taken. He must not have cummed since the last time he fucked me.
Still collapsed on top of my body, Sato brought one hand to my face and stroked my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I got carried away. I didn’t mean to choke you that hard. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He sounded like he might be on the brink of tears.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeated again.
“It’s OK,” I assured him.
I would have to have a talk with him about employing more self control as a dom, but it really was OK and that conversation could wait.
“You fucked me so good,” I praised him.
“Not nearly as well as you took it,” Sato said, still sounding emotional but laughing softly as he spoke. “That white daddy pussy loves my Japanese cock.”
“Yes, Sir, it does,” I told him. I was watching his face as he laid there, his eyes closed. He smiled at that.
Sato caught his breath a moment longer then his eyes shot open and he looked surprised.
“Fuck!” he nearly shouted.
“What’s wrong?” I asked panicked.
“You’re still tied up.”
I almost laughed at that. Sato shot into an upright position on his knees and began undoing the ropes. He got them off, fumbling quite a bit along the way, and the collapsed back onto me.
“How was it?” Sato asked.
I liked how he was becoming more vulnerable with me — I’ve always liked to be dominated by doms who were vulnerable with me, something about that authenticity and knowing there’s more to them than just a sexual alpha — but it still felt strange for him to seek my affirmation.
“Amazing,” I answered. “How was it for you?”
Sato nodded and stayed quite for a minute, then spoke. Sato was lying across my body slightly horizontally, his head resting on my right shoulder and his feet off to the left of mine. His face was turned toward me but his eyes were closed. I brought my left arm across my chest and put my hand on the back of his head, gently scratching his scalp and running my fingers through his hair, slightly dampened by sweat from the exertion of his fuck.
His eyes opened lazily, half lidded as he started to speak/
“I really love fucking you,” he told me. “It feels so good to have this big, strong, professional adult white guy totally helpless to smaller, younger, less experienced Japanese 18-year-old college freshman. And you weren’t just helpless ‘cause I tied you up. You were just as helpless when I got rid of my virginity with me. I know you were. It’s, I don’t know. It feels good. I feel strong and powerful.”
“That’s good,” I reassured him, holding his eye contact.
“Do you like being submissive to me?” Sato inquired. Now all pretense of being a tough dom were gone. He was genuinely concerned.
“It’s amazing,” I told him.
We laid there in silence for a minute. I tried to focus on my young dom’s breathing as we stared into each other’s eyes, but I kept thinking back to that string of slurs directed at himself that he shouted while fucking me. I felt like I had to say something.
“Sato,” I started, a little nervous. I wasn’t sure I should bring it up. He might not want to talk about it. But he was being authentic and vulnerable with me and I really felt like I needed to make sure he was OK. He had, after all, just put me in Japanese rope bondage and fucked my brains out and I loved it. I could already tell I was getting attached to him.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“That stuff you said,” I continued slowly, still trying to decide if I should bail out of the question and trying to be deliberate with my word selection. “The slurs you called yourself. I guess…”
I paused for a minute, trying to figure out the next part of my question.
“I guess I just felt like I needed to ask,” I went on. “Are you OK?”
Sato smiled softly at me and moved his face a little closer to mine.
“Yeah,” Sato answered softly. “I didn’t really plan on it. I guess, you know, I heard a lot of that shit growing up. I think my first crush called me those exact words when he turned me down. Gotta be honest, it kinda felt good to say them about myself while fucking a white guy like you.”
I could sense that this was going to get into some territory I wasn’t really familiar or particularly comfortable with. Still, looking at this gorgeous, dominant Japanese twunk, I decided that if we found ourselves in raceplay territory I would give it a try.
“That makes sense,” I said. “Do you still feel good about it?”
Sato just nodded, though he looked a little sheepish.
“Don’t be embarrassed about it,” I told him. “People are fucking terrible and we all process trauma in our own way. I didn’t mind the way you were processing it there. Actually kinda liked it.”
Sato smiled at me.
“You liked the whole fuck? Slurs and being rough and all?” he asked me. The Sato I knew was back. The question now wasn’t for affirmation. It was to make me say it.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I answered.
“You like being my helpless white fucktoy, don’t you daddy?” he pressed further.
“I love being a helpless white fucktoy for your amazing Japanese cock, Sir,” I told him, leaning into it.
“And how was your cum?”
“That orgasm was insane,” I whispered to him. “I honestly didn’t want to cum, I wanted it to go on until neither of us had the energy to go on. But that orgasm was great. Thank you, Sir.”
He drew an expression of amusement on his face, like one of a man who knows he has all the power.
“Good,” he told me. “Cause I think I’m gonna have to make you mine.”
I smiled back at him, my expression more one of affection than his of power.
“I’m gonna claim this milky white daddy pussy,” he continued. “And since it’ll belong to me from now on, you’re gonna be getting a lot more big, sexy, awesome Japanese cock. Gonna make you my personal cumdump, bitch.”
