afterward, not during
sex. While we are playing, I’m the master and you are my plaything.
Does this sound like the kind of scene you want?”
“I want you to use me,” Takumi said. The words had come out
unconsciously and he was surprised at how hot it felt to hear himself
say that.
“That is good,” Asai said, “because the vanilla sex that I knew you
wanted when you first came here is not a scene I can enjoy more than
once or twice with the same person; but this way, there is so much
more variety, so much equipment, so many toys and tools and
techniques, the possibilities are infinite. With openness and honesty
between us, we can explore the sexual side of our relationship for the
rest of our lives if we want to, just as we can play happily together as
dolphins in the water.”
Asai already had Takumi’s respect and his gratitude and a
crushing kind of love. If it was going to last for the rest of their lives,
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it would have to go deeper. Takumi had no experience of a
relationship like that, but he knew he wanted it.
“We still need to do a little more talking,” Asai went on. “I know
it’s tedious, but I need you to agree to certain things. If I enter your
cute little ass I’ll use a condom. If I enter your mouth, I prefer not to –
is that OK?”
Takumi closed his eyes. Thinking of Asai entering him anywhere,
any way, was making it hard to keep still. He wanted Asai so bad, and
he wanted him right now. With difficulty, he controlled himself.
“Yes.”
“So… I’ll use the kinbaku rope to bind you in a simple posture.
Perhaps a gag. And the nipple clamps we talked about. Restraint, a
little bit of pain, that’s enough for the first time. You had a bad
experience this morning. Being bound will reassure you that you are
safe here. Do you consent to that?”
“Yes,” Takumi said again. He spoke almost in a whisper, with his
head bowed. He felt safe already because he trusted Asai, but he still
wanted to be tied up more than anything in the world. No worries
about whether he was doing the right thing; no trying to second-guess
what his partner wanted. Everything was being taken out of his hands.
“Good. So we’ve finished talking. Now you won’t speak unless
you’re asked a direct question, and you won’t come unless I give you
permission. Do you understand? You can nod your head for yes and
shake for no.”
Takumi nodded.
Asai stood up. He said, “Go on your hands and knees on the bed
with your head toward the wall.”
Takumi obeyed. He heard Asai take his keys from the desk and
lock the door… no, he was unlocking a door and opening it. It must be
the door to the gym that lay between their two bedrooms.
For a moment he thought that Asai was using the gym as a quick
route to his own bedroom, but he hadn’t gone that far. Takumi could
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hear him opening drawers, fetching things out. Maybe it wasn’t a gym
at all, but the place where Asai kept his sex tools and toys. A secret
room, always locked. A place where a young guy could be taken and
ravished and imprisoned.
He shivered. He wanted desperately to look through the open
door, but he’d been told to face away from it and he knew he must
obey. He didn’t want to mess up this experience – this relationship –
before it had even begun. He knew that if he asked Asai about the
room, which he was anyway not allowed to do right now, he would be
told that he must be patient. A little bit at one time: that was how it
was going to be.
When Asai came back, he climbed onto the bed behind Takumi
and laid down whatever he had brought, out of sight. He gripped the
waistband of Takumi’s shorts and pulled them down to his knees. In
other circumstances, Takumi would have lifted his knees and kicked
them off; with Asai, he didn’t.
Asai told him to come up and sit cross-legged, still facing the
wall.