Damned American

All things were going according to plan for the trio, and they were now meeting on their own in the small, secluded, office. Everything was in order, and now the only thing that remained was the show.

“Okay, so the email was sent, and the ‘ransom letter’ for Kuma was given to Ryuichi. K’s wardrobe was completely redone in catholic school girl uniforms, and the add in the personals was posted,” Shuichi reviewed.

“hey what did the personal add say anyways, I never got to see it?” Suguru asked.

“Oh, it was great,” Hiro told him, having written it himself he told the boy what it said, “It read: Exotic American seeks Gay Japanese man. Must be big, buff, and recently released from prison. Likes: S&M play, long fucks on the beach, and big juicy man cock shoved down the throat. Dislikes: underdeveloped males and fluffy tendencies. What’s great is that there’s a big shot of K in the school girl outfit! He was so pissed, we left nothing else in the apartment so he HAD to wear it!”

“What about Mr. Sakano? Anyone hear anything on him yet?” Shuichi asked.

“Naw, nothing yet, but Sakuma-san was crying his eyes out at the missing Kuma. Not to mention his ransom letter made him start hyper ventilating. BUT, we did get Noriko’s thong, and it sold on Ebay for a couple thousand dollars…AND her cell number was sharpie markered on the crotch! She’s sooo pissed, she’s gonna have to change her cell number soon. The guy that got the panties won’t leave her alone.”

“You guys, do you ever stop to think that what we do is wrong?” Fujisaki asked in funny tone.

“Nope, not for a second. They all deserve it,” Shuichi told the other, “Hey where’d those brownies come from?”

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Well, now you see, the members of Bad Luck have stumbled upon a yummy chocolaty snack. Preoccupied over this fact, they neglect to notice the spying blond man standing behind the slightly opened door.

“Good you little brats, eat the damn brownies!” he whispered excitedly to himself.

With each brownie eaten K-san rubbed his hands together, true to his evil genius image. Down and Down they went, devoured into their bellies and their bloodstream. ’This is the perfect payback to the Hell those deviants put me through,’ K quelled the anger boiling beneath the surface.

Anger, for the school girl make over, complete with ribbons and knee socks. Anger, for the stolen guns and anything else that goes ‘boom‘. Anger, for the ad in the personals. The last being the topper, his house phone, cell, and PAGER being plagued with responses to the damned thing! What would it take to prove Japan that he is NOT gay! Well…maybe just a little bit, and only for a certain cross dressing keyboardist.

“This is the last straw you bastards, be prepared for some retribution,” K told the door, turning on his heel to find the other blond demon of the NG.

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The loud, blaring, sound of Sakuma Ryuichi’s voice singing ‘Predilection’ echoed throughout the halls, startling the owner. “WHA!” Mr. Sakano yelped at the ringing vibration pulsing in the front of his trouser pocket.

The erotic sound of Sakuma’s voice blended with the beats of the vibration wreaking havoc on his already frayed nerves. Standing there, listless, smack dab in the middle of the hall staring off into space, relishing in the contact made from the little thing playing on his hip bone.

Snapping back to reality, the black haired producer fished out the phone, “Moshi-Moshi?”

“Hello Mr. Sakano, this is Seguchi, have you heard back from the Sakuranbo-hana lounge?” the smooth, polished, voice of Touma floated beautifully over the small black phone.

“Oh, no not of yet. Sorry Sir, I was just about to check my email when you called,” the producer informed him. “I will let you know as soon as I know what’s going on.”

“Very well,” Touma replied hanging up the phone. ‘Mnn, he seems testy today,’ Sakano thought to himself.

Turning around, to walk in the directions of his office, Sakano wondered what would make the President cranky?

Finally making his way to the door etched with his name in big, bold, black lettering, the man opened it to walking into the chilly room. For some reason this room has never been able to keep the warmth. That was perfectly fine for it’s present occupant, having liked the cool air it was a nice match for him.

Pulling out his leather ‘rollie’ chair, booting up his computer, Sakano stretched his long legs under the black lacquer behemoth of a desk. When he was told he would receive his own work space, the man was excited beyond realms. Mostly for the fact that he could pick out his very own desk! Now, you may think this strange, but to our nervous Sakano it was a big step.

The beeping and comforting humming of the computer coming to life was the only sound in the darkened office. He never bothered with the lights; finding it easier to read the screen in darkness.

“Wow, I didn’t realize there were so many emails in my box,” he said a loud at the twenty five received emails. Not one being the answer from the lounge that Bad Luck was scheduled to perform at.

He was about the delete the others, mostly being Spam or free offers not to mention the porn one that made the producer blush, one however caught his eye.

The subject read, ‘Someone special’. “Mnnn, what’s this?” he wondered, at once noticing the senders address. “Mr. President? Now this is interesting.”

Clicking the highlighted option to read the email, Sakano clicked it. In elegantly font-ed script of the letter read as followed:

My Dearest Sakano,

I have wondered how to tell you this for sometime, it doesn’t come to me easily. I apologize for not being ‘man’ enough to tell you this in person, I guess on the inside I am a bit…well shy.

My precious producer, we have known each other for sometime time now. I admire the way you see things through, the way you make sure everything’s running smoothly, and most of all how you dote on my every whim. I have never met someone of your…caliber. Oh, look at this, I am rambling. What I am trying to tell you is that I love you. I love you, you damned man! I can’t get you out of my thoughts. Images of you run rampant around my head, your scent lingers on my flesh while your near…my body craves your touch. Innocent they may seem, but they bleed into my skin with a sinners desire.

I wish things were different. I wish I weren’t married, that you loved me in return, and that we could just leave this place and be happy together. Is it such a drastic thing to dream?

I must take leave now, so not to get caught. I hope that you feel the same way as I, but if you do not I will not hold it against you. I want nothing more than to give you your every desire; to make your every wish come true.

Yours,
Seguchi Touma

Ps…meet me in my office after hours if you wish to pursue something more than our friendship. I will be working late. You must know this, I will give you my heart, body, and soul the only thing I ask in return is your silence. As much as I hate asking this of you it must be done. For both our reputations…

The shaking man read and reread the letter from his secret love, unable to believe his eyes! It just couldn’t be true! But, it was sent from his computer and no one would be able to get onto it! So it must be true.

“Mr. President,” Sakano moaned in the dark room. He was about the respond to the letter when he noticed an attachment file. “What’s this?” Downloading the file, his heart beat in anticipation.

Finally, the thing was complete. Saving it to his PC, clicking the open option, his eyes crossed and drooled all over the monitor. There, in a full screen shot, was Seguchi Touma spread over a silk covered bed dressed in what appeared to be a harem girl’s costume.

The very instant Sakano saw the picture his dick rushed with blood and hardened painfully between his legs. The steely flesh pulsed at the way the teal eyed blond was fucking him with the lazy look hazed in his half lidded eyes.

One of the ‘girl’s’ hands was bent behind ‘her’ body to hold the weight, while the other was buried inside the sheer pants. The producer’s eyes honed in on the dusky colored nipples peeking through the mesh top, the erotic way they were poking through the material was just enough to drive the man wild. Touma’s mouth was slightly open, tempting the viewer to slide something between those glossed lips, the shot was complete with a pink tongue licking the bottom lip. His head was tilted back, but not enough to stop those roguish bangs from falling into the blue eyes. The picture of it, almost innocent in manner.

Sakano was so hard at the site his dark eyes were feasting on! Without realizing it, a hand made it’s way into the waist band the pants. Fingers were idly stroking the erection, while looking at the sizable bulge laying in the apex of the harem ‘girls’ legs.

“OH…Mr. President…” he moaned thrusting his hips upward, imaging cherry glossed lips wrapped around the blood engorged flesh while platinum hair tickled the base of his dick with every deep down stroke Touma made. “Fuck my dick with your mouth…yeah…take it deep!” he cried, finally fully release his cock to the chilly office air. The cold jolt was enough to stave off the oncoming orgasm, but the feeling only lasted shortly as Sakano encased the dick in his hand.

“Nggggnn, that’s it…I want you to lick my balls…” he spoke to the fantasized Touma as he tickled his testacies with his free fingers. The duel stimulation was too much to bare, the hands fucking him, the fingers tickling him, and the image of the blond man nestle between his legs on him knees fucking his dick with a talented mouth.

The dark hair man’s hip flew skyward in wild abandon as he tightened his fist, increasing the friction of the masturbation. The tingling feeling pulling his balls upward was the sign that he was close…

Locking eyes with that of the pictured Touma, Sakano told the image, “I want to cum in you mouth…I want to feel your tongue lap at the semen that shots out my cock, than I want to taste myself on your lips,” a little squeeze to the balls for small painful burst for the masochistic side of himself. “Fuck…Fuck it…FUCK MY COCK AND DRINK ME DOWN!!!!” he screamed in completion! Hot semen shot forth from the purple head of the pulsing penis, while bits of it feel back onto the flagging organ to drip down the shaft to funnel between ass cheeks.

Sated and tired, Sakano just stared at the mess off over BOTH his hands and than back at the screen. The stirring in his groin was enough to tell him that the photo would never be enough…