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The bell above the door rings. It’s Akira’s turn to take a customer, so he fluffs up his dress a bit before turning to the entrance.
He perks up when he sees who just came in. Holy shit, it’s Akechi!
“Master!” he chirps, rushing over to him. “How may I serve you today?”
Akechi smirks, gaze raking over Akira. Akira preens at the attention, pushing his chest out a bit to emphasize the cutout there, and tilting his head to draw attention to his neck.
“What’s on the menu?”
“Oh, all sorts of things, Master!” Akira starts guiding Akechi to a table—one right in the middle of the cafe. What can he say? He likes being on display. “You can use my mouth or my ass. We have plenty of toys available as well! I can bring out a menu if you’d like to see everything, or…well, my coworkers are showcasing several of them right now,” Akira says with a giggle. Their cafe is known for their wide selection of toys. With as busy as the cafe is right now, that variety is on full display.
Akechi looks around, eyes lingering a few places as he sits. “The vibrating nipple clamps—get a pair of those. Oh, and a set of sounds.”
Oooh, it’s been a while since someone sounded Akira. He shudders a bit in anticipation. “Right away, Master!”
Grin on his face, he scurries off to the stock room, grabbing the items Akechi wanted and hurrying back to the table. “How do you want me?”
“On your back,” Akechi orders, and damn, he’s even hotter when he’s all commanding like this. Akira hops up onto the table, lying back and spreading his legs. He’s sure Akechi has a great view of the skimpy panties Akira’s wearing, made of delicate lace and just barely big enough to cover Akira’s cock. He’d actually done some tailoring on his—with as small as he is, they’d initially covered him more than he liked.
The knots holding the panties in place come undone with a quick tug, though they still cling to him from how much he’s leaked. Akechi smirks, tracing a nail over Akira’s lace-covered dick. The touch makes Akira whine, hips jerking.
“Already so eager. No wonder a slut like you works somewhere like this.” He hooks the panties with a finger and slips them entirely away, freeing Akira’s cock. Another drop of precum wells up at the tip at the way Akechi’s staring so intently at him.
Akechi lets out a cruel little laugh. “Well, look at that. I won’t even need lube, will I?” He grabs one of the sounding rods, running it along the tip of Akira’s cock to slick it up. The cold makes Akira gasp, cock twitching. Then Akechi starts to press it in, and that draws a much louder sound from him.
“F-fuck!” Akira knows this set intimately, and Akechi has not started with the smallest one like he’s supposed to. Like hell Akira’s reporting him, though. After all, this is exactly what he loves. The sound burns as it stretches him out, forcing him open. Akechi fucks it in and out of him, twisting it a bit, makes Akira feel every damn centimeter as he feeds it into Akira’s cock.
Distracted as he is, he doesn’t notice Akechi pick up the nipple clamps. He very much does notice when they tighten around his nipples, making his back arch at the sudden pain.
He’s close already—normally, he can hold himself back, but Akechi’s hitting every last one of Akira’s buttons. Plus, it’s Akechi.
Akechi yanks the sound out of Akira’s cock, turning the vibrations on the clamps on at the same time. Just like that, Akira’s gone. His back arches and he comes hard.
“Well, look at that. Shouldn’t you last longer? Maybe I should ask for a refund…” Akechi sighs, exaggerated and clearly fake.
Still, though, Akira’s legs wind around Akechi’s back, keeping him close. “P-please don’t leave!”
Akechi’s smirk widens, and he holds up the next sound in the set. “Well, if you insist.” The sound slides into him, stretching his cock out further. It burns, pleasure sharp from having come already, the inside of his cock a little raw from Akechi stretching him out too fast. Akira can barely hold in a scream—it’s intense. Normally he can hold himself back until at least halfway through, and most customers don’t use the sounds. They’re expensive, after all.
Akechi tugs at the plug Akira is wearing, teasing him with the slide of it inside him. Suddenly, Akira burns with the need to have Akechi in him, fucking him and filling him.
“M-Master, fuck me, p-please,” Akira begs. “Need, haaaaaah, need your c-cock!”
Akechi’s eyes are dark with lust, trained on Akira. “Yeah? That much of a slut, huh?”
Akira nods dizzily as Akechi keeps fucking the plug in and out of him. A whine escapes him as Akechi tilts it up and grinds it against his prostate.
“Alright, alright. I can give you what you want. Although…” Akechi pulls the plug out fully, setting it on the table. “You’ll need to be stretched out a little more if you’re going to be taking my cock.”
Akira sincerely doubts that—management is absolutely anal (heh) about making sure their employees don’t get injured, which means the plugs they have to wear to keep them stretched are very much on the larger side. Still, he absolutely isn’t going to complain about getting Akechi’s fingers in him.
Two of Akechi’s fingers slide inside him immediately, aiming right for his sweet spot and rubbing over it harshly. Akira chokes up at the sudden burst of intense pleasure, already starting to approach another orgasm. A third finger follows soon after, only barely a stretch, but the hint of a burn and the way Akechi’s fingers move inside him leave him moaning. He comes dry, his cock seeming to pulse around the sound and making it all the more obvious just how big it is.
When Akechi presses yet another of his fingers in, Akira briefly tenses up in surprise. He’s never had a customer go beyond three. Akechi is far more focused on actually stretching Akira out, now that he’s gone beyond what the plug’s kept him at.
It’s only a few minutes before Akechi withdraws his fingers and undoes his pants. Akira glances down, and holy shit. Okay, Akechi was not exaggerating in the slightest about his size.
He presses inside, and fuck. Akechi fills him up perfectly, putting pressure against Akira’s sweet spot the entire slide in. Despite already having come twice, he’s rapidly approaching his peak yet again. He can’t help it, not when Akechi is using him so well.
It doesn’t help that Akechi gives him no time at all to adjust. He starts fucking Akira roughly immediately, making him arch at the friction.
“M-Master!” Akira wails. “I, nnnh, so good.” He rocks his hips, doing his best to match Akechi’s rhythm and let him fuck just that much deeper into Akira.
As if everything else wasn’t enough, Akechi starts to toy with the sound again. He slips it in and out of Akira’s cock, maddeningly slow compared to the pace he’s setting with his hips. Akira keens as Akechi twists the sound inside him, hips jerking as it sends him over the edge yet again. When Akechi pulls the sound out fully, cum oozes out of Akira’s cock, backed up after how many times he’s come with it in.
Akechi presses the last of the set into him, coring him open further. Akira sobs at the painful stretch. A careful adjustment of Akechi’s hands, and the sound slips in even deeper, whiting out Akira’s vision at the burst of pleasure.
Akira shrieks, quickly waving off the other staff member who looks over in concern. Yes, it hurts, but Akira loves it. Akechi is managing to take Akira higher on pleasure than he’s ever gone before, playing his body expertly. If anyone tries to pull them apart…well, he’s not letting that happen, even if Akechi’s breaking a few rules.
What with everything else Akechi’s doing to him, Akira almost forgot about the nipple clamps. That very much changes when Akechi leans down and takes the chain connecting them between his teeth, tugging at them harshly. The fresh wave of pain in his chest leaves Akira writhing on the table, back arching in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure. He whines, scrabbling at the tablecloth as Akechi turns up the vibrations. “Oh g-god, Maste-eerrrr!” He’s so fucking close—he’s gonna come again if Akechi keeps this up.
“That’s it,” Akechi snarls. “You’re mine, Akira. It doesn’t matter who else touches you; nobody can fuck you as well as I can.”
Akira whimpers and nods, eyes rolling back in his head as he comes. It’s painful—he’s already come so many times, after all. He loves it, though, even if it’ll make the rest of his shift hell.
“Y-y-yours,” he manages to gasp out. “Yours, Master, alwa-aaays.”
Eventually, Akechi manages to tug the clamps free entirely. He immediately sets upon Akira’s reddened, raw nipples with his mouth and hands. Akira’s actually starting to tear up, he’s so overwhelmed at it all.
He wouldn’t trade it for anything. He loses track of time as Akechi fucks him. All he knows is the perfect pleasurepain Akechi pulls from him, the way he manages to coax Akira over the edge once more.
Eventually, though, it ends. Akechi snarls, the steady rhythm he’s managed to keep this entire time faltering. His hips stutter once, twice, then he slams into Akira deep as he can and comes. Somehow, it manages to pull yet another orgasm from Akira. He moans through it, welcoming Akechi’s cum inside him.
Akechi stays in him for a long moment. When he finally pulls out, he makes sure to shove the plug back inside Akira before a drop of his cum can escape. Akira lies boneless on the table.
Fuck. Goddamn, Akechi’s good at this. Akira definitely shouldn’t have let himself come that much; his shift only just started, after all. Ah, well. He can handle it.
“How much to buy you for the rest of the day?” Akechi asks abruptly.
Akira blinks. Akechi’s already spent a fair amount on toys, and now he wants to add to that by getting Akira for the rest of the day? It’ll cost nearly seventy thousand yen!
“Ah, with everything else, your total would be…” Akira quickly does the math in his head, giving Akechi the final price.
He doesn’t even blink an eye. “Deal.”
With as quick as his answer is, and what he said earlier…Akira decides to take a chance. “Y’know…I wouldn’t mind quitting this job. I’d just need someone I know can provide,” he says with a flirtatious glance up at Akechi.
Akechi sends back an amused glance of his own. “Is that so? Well, maybe we can make some negotiations during the rest of the time I have you.”
Akira can’t stop a grin from breaking over his face at that. He offers his hand to Akechi, who holds it tight.
That’s how they leave. Hand in hand—together.