The Challenge

"Listen you perverted asshole, I don't have to take this kind of shit from you. I'm going home NOW and you can't stop me. And by the way, I'm 100% positive you can't keep an erection for more than 5 minutes. I should know. You fuck me often enough." This...is what Takaba wanted to say, what came out was, "It's not as if I really have a choice is it Asami?" the young man said between gritted teeth.

"There's always a choice, Takaba. There's always a choice. You just have to make sure the consequences are something you can handle." Asami responded as he walked towards the entrace.

"Asami! Good evening old friend!" The older man who greeted them, Takaba noted, must have been very good looking in his younger years. His body still looked fit and his eyes were bright. Those bright eyes fully took in the sight of Takaba's sensual show of flesh; the erect pebbles under the slim strip of cloth; the taut stomach; the prominent hard on and the delicious wet spot. Both Asami and Takaba saw how the man licked his lips in appreciation. Asami's face was smug while Takaba's was apprehensive.

"I see you have already started the party, Asami. What a delicacy you seem to have on your hands tonight. A juicy dish indeed."

Takaba felt like smacking the guy in the face. Asami chuckled and grabbed the young man by the waist. "What do good boys say when someone compliments them?" Takaba raised his eyebrow in an 'are you joking' way. Their eyes locked and Asami could see the boy's anger. "Akihito..." he warned.

He drew himself away from the yakuza and addressed the man with a bow, "Thank you."

"How well trained, Asami. And such a nice ass too," the man laughed.

Grabbing Takaba by the wrist, "Please excuse us. Mr. Fuiji is awaiting me."

They walked towards the main hall were all the other guests had gathered. From the looks of it, it was only businessmen with their toys. This really did not make Takaba feel any better. It only made him feel worse. He also prayed to every deity that no one he knew was in there.

At the entrace, Asami stood behind the younger man and brought him to his chest. Takaba felt his pulse racing and his nipples hardening. "I think you are whilting, Takaba," the yakuza said softly into the boys ear. Whilting he was no more. His body responded to Asami's closeness and heat. The olderman caressed up and down the boys arms before sliding his palms to the stomach and once again closing over the crotch.

Takaba was floating, but not high enough to noy notice several guests looking over at them.

"Stop, Asami."

Asami kissed the ear's shell before dipping his tounge in. He tortured the lobe with his teeth, pulling on it softly. His hands continued massaging the young man's erection, his finger scratching at the tip. With his other hand, Asami pulled on the tiny buds. "I'm just helping you, Takaba. I am making sure you get home safely tonight." The fondling continued for a while more. When Asami felt the boy would burst he stopped. He grabbed the boy by the hair, arching the neck, so he could fully see the flushed face.

"You look even better than before, Akihito. And I think they agree." With that, he once again grabbed Takaba by the wrist and continued his journey through the crowd.

Takaba felt as if all eyes were on him. He could see, no he could feel, both their amusement and their lust. All eyes traveled downward and stopped at his crotch. He was wetter than before and he was fairly sure the spot was more like a lake at his point. It didn't help that Asami now decided to guide him by grabbing his ass with a finger teasing over his crack.

The yakuza greeted several people on their way across the hall. All of them seemed to barely pay attention to Asami; their attention focused on Takaba. Asami looked at the embarassed young man from the corner of his eye with his smirk set firmly in place.

They went up the stairs at the end of the hall and reached a luxurious entertainment room where the host, Mr. Fuiji, sat with a pretty young man on each lap. A few other men where there also well accompanied.

"Asami, how have you been? I'm sorry I can't stand up to greet you...I'm sure you understand my delicate condition..." he lamented and then let out a rumbunctous laugh. Mr. Fuiji's eyes soon enough fell upon Takaba and his state. "Well, I see I'm not the only one afflicted with such a disease."

"Hm. No, you're not." Asami looked at the pretty boys who were now entertaining themselves with their 'masters' neck. "I like how you've decorated the place."

Mr. Fuiji once again bellowed in laughter. "You also have good taste when it comes to decorating your home, Asami. Very good taste indeed. Where did you find such a treasure," he hinted towards Takaba.

"A flea market," the yakuza answered. It seemed there was no end to the old man's laughter.

Takaba felt his face grow hot with anger and humilitation. He tried to foucus on anything other than the people in front of him. More importantly, on something else other than Asami.

Asami sat down and pulled the young man to him. Takaba landed on Asami's lap.

"He looks pretty good for such a cheap find," another man added.

"The trick is in how well you are able to refurbish." They all laughed, except for Takaba. He wanted to cry, to run out of the room and hide. But he still had some pride.

"I am not a piece of furniture," he spat out. "No you're not," Asami answered. "More like a clothes dryer. Gets hot with a simple touch and then just keeps on turning and rolling over." Again they all laughed at Asami's joke.

The photographer made to leave but Asami grabbed him by the upper arms and leaned close into the ear, "Where are you off to in such a hurry, Akihito. You and I have several stakes in the outcome of this evening." Takaba could see all the other men smilig at their exchange.

"Woha. What are the stakes, Asami-san?" some one asked.

Asami laid the boy out over him, the boy's head resting over the yakuza's shoulder, the slender hands grasping the chair's arms and his legs on over the sides of Asami's. A hand made to touch Takaba to which Asami responded with a murderous glare. "No touching what is mine. Enjoy the view, but do not touch him."

Asami settled back and kissed the young man's delicate neck. His tounge drew circles while his teeth grazed over the column of flesh. His hands played with the pectoral muscles and the tiny nipples. His open palms went over them as if tracing an infite spiral. He poked a nipple through a hole of the mesh shirt and pulled downards. Takaba tried to contain a moan but let out a pitiful cry. The pink nub was now cherry red from the abuse. Asami's hands continued over the stomach, dipping into the bellybutton. He ripped through the mesh to instert a finger into the small crevice and pushed into it as much as he could.

Takaba felt as if something was inside his stomach. It was an odd sensation and was not too entirely sure he liked it. More than that, although he was very excited, shame and self conciousness where winning the battle. Asami continued to pump his finger in and out of the bellybutton until Takaba began contracting his stomach muscles to withdraw from it.

Asami licked the sweat from the young man's temple before plunging into his mouth. The unforgiving hand was now again rubbing over the erection. He dipped further down to squeeze the sac and caress the inner thighs. He then placed his hands on each side of the boys waist and hooked his fingers onto the belt loops. The tugged on these and managed to yank the pants almost half way down the pelvis. He rubbed the erection again and raised the waist of the jeans as much as he could. A rosy, moist head peeked out from underneath.

All the other guests in the room took their own erections to task at that sight. It was gorgeous. A pale torso adorned with cherry red nipples and an equally pale stomach set off by a rosy crown. The light blue of the pants further pronounced the contrast.

Takaba could now care less about anyone in the room. He was still ashamed but there were more pressing business at moment. He couldn't stop raising his hips and arching his back into Asami. The older mand swallowed all his moans in that neverending kiss. The yakuza finally released his lips but proceeded to bite down onto his shoulder. At the same time, the increased the rhythm of his hand and grasped the sacs more forcefully.

Takaba was mewling now. He raised his hands and took hold of Asami's neck. With a pull of a nipple and a final stroke over the pants, Takaba came. His creamy essence on his stomach and Asami's expensive suit.

He was barely coming down when the yakuza whispered to him, "What a good little pet." He then heard snickering.

He did not want to open his eyes and face the reality before him. He did not want to see the others lascivious leers or how they licked their lips when they looked at him. It was trite and tiring. And he was hurt. Asami knew how to break him down and he had fully done so. A tear rolled down his cheek and Asami licked it away. He gently kissed the young man and petted the hair.

The yakuza stood with the boy in his arms. "I am sorry to cut the party short, Mr. Fuiji, but I must make my exit." The older man again laughed and waved him away. "Sure, Asami, of course. I'm sure you still have a long night ahead of you."

He made his was swiftly to the car and after getting settled with the boy cradled on his lap, Asami instructed his driver to make for his apartment. At this, Takaba finally opened his eyes.

"What? I thought we had a deal. You're supposed to drop me off at my place."

A chuckle answered him. "Akihito, you did not keep your side of the bargain. You came, quite satisfactoraly, I might add. But you were not erect or wet after you came, now where you?"

"No...no, Asami. You promised," he saw the laughter in the others eyes and his anger once again came to the surface. "Damn you, Asami. You made me come. Besides we left right after."

"A deal is a deal, Akihito. We were still at the party and you were not hard and wet. Technicalities have no place in honor."

The litany of curses that followed that statement lasted until they arrived at the exclusive apartment building.