The Challenge

"That's it, Asami! I'm through with this. I am tired of you humiliating me!"

Takaba was fuming. He tought back, specifically, to last night's events. The evening had started out normally enough. Well, as normal as an evening with Asami can start. That meant that on his way home, Takaba had been nabbed none too gently by the yakuza's gorillas and shoved through his office door at Club Sion.

"What the hell is it with them? What the hell is it with you? Can you just "ask" to see me for once? Idiots."
"Well, good evening, Takaba," the smirk in Asami's voice only served to infuriate the photographer further. "Wer're going out."

"'We' did you say? I didn't have plans to go anywhere, so I'll be going home now." He turned towards the door and had taken a few steps when Asami's menacing voice clarified his plans for the evening. "WE are going out somehwere tonight, Takaba. I have a party to attend to and I am being gracious enough to invite you. Now, be a good boy and put that on."
Takaba turned to face Asami and his gaze followed that of the yakuza's towards the couch. THAT was a pair of baby blue, soft corduroy pants and a white shirt? that was almost the size of a sock.

"NO! I am not wearing that." Takaba held his head with all the dignity he had left and looked defiantly at the leader of Japan's underworld. The smirk on Asami's face increased and not in a good way. He looked menacing, like a hyena waiting to move in for the kill.

He stood up abruptly, casing Takaba to take a few steps back. He came round the desk and sat on the edge.
"Akihito, come here." Like hell! Takaba wanted nothing more than to run out of that room. However, he knew that wasn't an option and all his other choices were limited. Throwing something heavy at Asami might help him get out of the office, but he would never make it out of the building. So, he obeyed and approched the older man carefully.
Asami reached out his hand to pat the boy's cheeck soothingly before tangling in the messy locks and bringing the boy to him firmly.

"Now, Takaba," his breath ghosted over the photographer's lips. "You will be a good boy and you will put that on. You will NOT defy me or counter me again. Is that understood?" Takaba seemed frozen in place. His wide eyes spoke of his fear and panic; nowhere could he find his voice.

"I asked you a question, Akihito. Is that clear?"

A small grunt that sounded like 'yes' and a nod of the head was all the young man could manage. "Good. Now change." Before letting the boy go, Asami closed his lips over his. His free hand wrapped around the boy's waist bringing him to full contact with the yakuza. Takaba could feel both is cock and Asami's stirring. Soon enough, Asami let go of him so he could change.
Takaba grabbed the articles and made for the bathroom.

"Akihito, you will change here, in the office. And you will not put on any underwear." At this Takaba wanted to protest, but he quickly remebered the yakuza's warning.

The pants fit him like a glove. A very snug glove. Nothing was left to the imagination with them. The bulge of his cock was made very visible. 'Dear god', takaba thought. 'And I'm not even hard.' The shirt was no less revealing. Made almost entirely of mesh, the boy's torso was splendindly revealed save for a solid horizontal strip that covered the nipples. It didn't do much to hide them, though. The yakuza then produced some very smart white sneakers and the outfit was complete.
Takaba had to admit the looked pretty good. Good enough to be shown off as the preferred boy toy of 'his eminence'.
Although he could see the lust in the other man's eyes, he was not groped by Asami in the office. The man actually waited until they were in the car.

Withoug warning, Takaba found himself on his back and a hungry gaze peering down on him. "My, my, Akihito. Don't you look lovely." Before he could retort, his mouth was engulfed in the fire of the other's kiss. He tried to push the older man off but that only begot his wrists being pinned above him. This made it easier, he realized, for Asami to run his hand all over his torso. "How lovely, indeed," he heard in the distance.

Uncounciously, he spread his legs to make room for the yakuza. Asami settled his crotch on top of the boys and began to move in small, slow circles. The friction was delicious for both. Takaba could no longer hold back voicing his approval and when the yakuza's fingernail scraped over a nipple, he bucked his hips in appreciation.

"Mmmmh. I'd be careful if I were you, Takaba. Such unrestrained actions might bring about equally unrestrained reactions."
With that, the yakuza moved away and adjusted his clothing. "we are almost there, Takaba." He looked the young man over. "Try to make yourself 'presentable'." The amusement did not go unnoticed by the photographer who quickly began to rearrange his clothing. However, there was one problem. The front of his pants sported a wet spot at the tip of his still visible erection.
He tried to calm himself down to at least get rid of one problem. To his misfortune, they had arrived at the party and Asami had also spotted the wetness. The older man got out of the car with such finesse that Takaba felt like kicking him in the ass to make him fall. The young man then got out of the car. He had not taken a step away from the door when Asami pushed him against the vehicle and closed his palm over the boys crotch.

Panic. Once again Takaba was filled with panic. Even though the face of the yakuza showed amusement, there was no guarantee anything he said or did would be amusing for others.

"I think is looks enticing, Akihito. I want every one to see that wet spot at the tip of your erection's outline. which means, you'll have to keep yourself hard and wet while we are here." He saw the disbelief in the boys face and added, " Don't worry, We'll only be here a couple of hours."

"What? Are you crazy? You can't even keep an erection for a couple of hours."
Asami brought his face closer, "I thought we had settled this business of you countering me. As far as the other comment goes, it sounds to me like a challenge. If you are able to keep yourself hard and wet during our stay, I will drop you off at your place right after. However, if you fail..." he leaned down to lick the boy's lips, " I will show you exactly for how long I can hold an erection. Is it a deal, Akihito?"