Valentine's Day

I like living in Los Angeles. I liked it so much I didn't return even after I found out Master Fukashigi had died and could return. I've grown happy, if a bit soft, here. The climate reminds me of my native Okinawa, all warm and sultry without any harsh winters. Here they don't care that I'm a half-breed or that my mother never married my father. I'm just another Angelenos. In America, I'm not always the tallest guy around, though I still can intimidate. I also enjoy American privacy. No public baths for me. I don't like people staring between my legs like its some sea monster. I haven't had much luck with the ladies. I've given up on getting married since I'm almost fifty now, but I would be nice to have some female company. I am starting to relax more. Los Angeles is a city of new-comers and she welcomed me with open arms.
So you could see why I was upset when some suit pushed a gun into the small of my back and ordered me back to Tokyo.
“Mr. Yuudai Tamashiro, your presences is requested in Tokyo,' the suit told me.
I was in the parking lot going to my car when this happened. I don't know how he snuck up on me. I must really have been getting soft.
“May I ask who is requesting this?" I said.
“Mr. Fukashigi, sir."
It was Keiji, the reason I had left Japan in the first place. He was now twenty-five and the most powerful man in Japan. Though he didn't hold any position in the government besides one ceremonial title, he had access to all levels of Japanese government. He also runs a multinational communication corporation called Valen, which owns television stations and newspapers in 36 different countries. Last year, Valen made a profit of $300 billion USD. Keiji has his sites set on political power in America. Some say he could rule the world one day.
So I couldn't say no to this offer, especially not with a gun to my back. I wouldn't make it easy though.
“How soon do I have to go?" I asked.
“We booked a flight for you and it leaves in two hours," the suit replied.
“I haven't packed for this trip."
“We'll provide you with everything you need on this trip."
“Are you can? I'd like to go back to my place."
“One of our agents will get it for you."
“No," I said, "I don't want any stranger going into my apartment."
"An agent is already at the apartment."
Shit. The fuckers had invaded my privacy. I didn't have anything to hide, but just the thought of some stranger pawing through my stuff made me feel icky.
“What about the police?" I asked.
“We have talked to the police and we found out that you have a record. We have made the proper arrangements."
“I could beat you up, you know."
“Not only do I have a gun, Mr. Tamashiro, I also have a third degree Black belt at Judo. While I am loathed to use my gun, I have no regrets using my Judo skills."
“You...you'll pay for this..." I cursed him lamely.
“I'm sure I will. Now hand over the car keys. I'll be driving."
I reached into my pocket and handed him the car keys. The suit lowered the gun, and I slowly turned around to see the man for the first time. He was shorter and of smaller build but looked pretty fit. He was of mixed Asian ancestry, like me. He looked as calm and composed as his voice suggest. He got into the driver's seat while I took shotgun in my own car.
“It's shift, mister," I said.
“That won't be a problem," he said. Damn.
At the one time I wished for LA traffic there was none. Not only that, it seemed my kidnapper knew his way around area. We were at LAX horribly quick. Since I had no luggage, it didn't take me long to go through everything. With half-an-hour to go, I stood at the gate with my kidnapper. While he didn't have his gun anymore (he had passed it to another agent), I knew that now would be a bad time to escape. So I stayed there like a goddamn fool.
“You can sit down now, Mr. Tamashiro, the agent said. He was sitting.
“I don't like sitting unless I have to," I replied.
“Would you like me to get you something to eat or drink?"
“Leave me alone."
I was actually hungry, but I was too proud and angry to say anything. So I stood there with my stomach growling. Why did I have to be so stubborn? Growing up hungry, I never passed up food, especially not free food. At least the flight came with a meal.
After some time passed we boarded the plane bound to Narita International Airport, with a stopover at Hawaii. My kidnapper sat next to me. When we landed in Honolulu, I thought of escaping since I knew the agent wouldn't dare create a scene by chasing after me. Anticipating this, my kidnapper told me that there were agents at this airport. Perhaps he was bluffing, but I didn't want to take the chance.
On the flight, I worried about Japanese skills. It had been ten years since I had set foot in Japan since that fateful night. On the flight to America I frantically studied English. I wished I hadn't skipped out on my English classes at school. When I arrived at LAX I was still confused. Thankfully I meet this guy at the airport, Miyagi, who helped me out. He got me my first job in LA and helped me with immigration. He probably peaked on me in the shower but that's okay. So after three months I actually knew enough English to carry out a conversation. Now I only used Japanese when writing to my mother. Hopefully it would come back to me soon.
Language was the least of my worries. I was going to meet the man I raped ten years ago. What would Keiji do to me? Would he have me killed? Was he that powerful? If he was going to kill me, would it be simply bullet to the head or would he torture me first? I didn't want to die, but if I was going to die, I wanted it to be quick. Maybe he wouldn't kill me? Maybe he would do worse? Make me his sex slave or something? I knew the guy was weird from first-hand experience. He had so much at his disposal. Who knows what he could do? I took advantage of the first class hospitality and drank away my fears.
I woke up in Chiba at midnight. My kidnapper took me to a chauffeured limo and we drove I don't know how long til we got to this office building in downtown Tokyo. It was corporate headquarters for Valen. Some more agents came and took me up to this living suite near the top of the building. It was where I was suppose to sleep.
“Mr. Fukashigi will see you in the morning," an agent told me, "Please sleep for now."
Sleep? How was I supposed to sleep? I would try anyway. On the bed were some pajamas, which I wore out of nervousness. I found that in the bathroom was stocked with a complete set of toiletries, include (rather worryingly) condoms and enemas. A fully stocked mini-fridge sat in the corner. The suite was like one of the finest hotels, but I was afraid I couldn't fall asleep. Somehow I did.
A knock on the door disturbed my dreams, leaving them only as a vague, disturbing memory. I walked over to the door.
“What is it?" I yelled.
“I'm here with your breakfast," a female voice said.
I slowly opened up the door. A cute office lady, in her twenties, came in with a tray of hot food. The site of her made me feel a twinge of desire, though she vaguely reminded me of my dream. She placed the tray of a table.
“Have a nice day!" she said as she left in an annoyingly chirpier voice.
I was hungry so I quickly ate the food. Another man came over with a fresh suit, and told me that Mr. Fukashigi would see me in an hour, so I should showered and dressed. After he left I stripped and got in the shower. While I was in there, I remembered my dream. I had become the sex slave of Keiji, who looked like he did when he was fifteen but had a huge spiked dick. He had beautiful women who would tempt me, make me hard, only to let me be raped by the crazed boy. I shuddered and put the thought out of mind.
After an hour a man came to get me. This was it. No escape. I'm not a religious person, but at the time I could only think it must be my karma that this is happening. If I survived I would pray to Buddha and every saints and possibly Jesus. Hell, maybe I would become a monk. I wouldn't survive though. I hadn't done very well in this life so I couldn't expect better in the next. I was so doomed.
We reached the floor where Keiji’s office. The agent who had kidnapped me stood next to a man I recognized as Keiji. If Keiji was cute when he was fifteen, he was extremely handsome now. He was a little taller than his father and had bulked up somewhat. He moved with confidence and grace, totally unlike his teenage self. I almost didn’t recognize him.
“Thank you, Lee-san,” he said to the agent in Japanese, and turned his attention to me.
I couldn’t read his eyes. He had a perfect poker face.
“Mr. Tamashiro,” he said in perfect English, “Please step into my office.”
I stepped into his large office. He entered and quickly closed the door behind me. He had pulled the blinds on his large picture window, but some morning light streaked through. He stood in front of me.
“I’m so weak,” he said in English, than started to chant the phrase in Japanese.
“Sir?” I asked, confused.
He quickly reached for my zipper and took out my flacid cock, still chanting. He knelt down in front of me as he contiuned to chant. He took my dick in his hands and licked it, causing me to shudder.
“Sir...”
He looked up at me and said, “I won’t hurt you, please just let me do this.”
I nodded weakly and he continue. He took my cock and tried to put the whole thing in his mouth, even as he started gagging. He grabbed my ass and started fucking my cock with his throat. I felt the back of his throat contract against my cock and it made so good. When I got too big to deep-throat, which was pretty soon, he started sucking on the head while he rubbed the shaft and balls. It was so good, for once in my life I wanted to sit because my knees were weak. I slowly collapsed onto the floor, with this powerful man sucking on my cock. Oh God, I had not been laid in six months and that last time was with a bored prostitute, nothing like this energetic man. I felt my balls rise and I knew I couldn’t last long.
“I’m going cum...your mouth...” I babbled, but he didn’t stop.
His blowjob was too good. I came in his mouth in several powerful spurts. Some cum leaked down his lips but most of it he swallowed. He then started to cry.
“I’m so weak,” he whispered.
I sat there for awhile watching him cry.
“Why did you give me a blowjob?” I asked.
“I didn’t plan on that. I was just planning on talking to you.”
“You kidnaped me just to talk?”
“You’re still as mean as ever, Tamashiro,” he said in his old tone, “I was weak. I couldn’t control my lust.”
“Why me? Surely you can find someone better than an ugly old ape like me to fuck?” I asked.
“I don’t fuck. I’ve vowed to be celibate,” he said firmly.
“You just fuck my cock! That’s not celibate!”
“I was celibate for ten years when you came along! No dating, no kissing, only masturbating once a week and quickly at that! I had better things to do than fuck!”
Wow, no sex for ten years. He must have been directing his sexual energy towards other things. Judging by his net worth, he had a lot of sexual energy.
He continued, “After the...incident, my father became depressed. He had been betrayed twice and let his son be raped twice. His health faltered and he died four months later...”
“I’m very sorry, I never wanted to hurt him...”
“I took over for him. I raised up enough money to start a legitimate business at age 18. Meanwhile I trained in the martial arts and became stronger. I became more and more powerful and now I’ve lost it...”
“You haven’t lost it...”
“I’m so weak,” he said as he fell into my arms crying.
I look down at the handsome man in my arms. I wanted to do something for him, give him the release he gave me. I unbuttoned his pants.
“Tamashiro?” he asked.
“Just lay down and I’ll take care of you,” I said.
He laid on his back while I took out his semi-hard cock. I cautiously licked it, having never sucked a cock before. It felt so warm. I put it in my mouth, and felt it grow harder. Keiji moaned slowly. This was so weird. I had never even though before of doing this, but now it felt so natural. I wanted to make him cum. Keiji took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt and started to play with his nipples. His chest was wonderful. He even had a six-pack. I was starting to feel really attracted to this young man. As I sucked on Keiji’s cock, I started to taste his pre-cum. Keiji’s dick was very hard, and the young man was gently bucking his hips in pleasure. Without warning he came into my mouth, make me drool it over everywhere. It didn’t taste bad though. Keiji lay on the floor panting.
“Tamashiro...” he moaned.
“Call me Yuudai. I think after swallow each others cum we can be more familiar,” I said.
“Yuudai-kun, thank you for the Valentine,” he said with a smile.