How I ended up fucking Yakuza is another story for another time. From an English teacher in a Tokyo suburb - to a manwhore for to a Tokyo gangster. To do as he pleased while he paid my rent and sorted my visas. Allowing me to live the high and low life all at once. Me appreciating all he gave to me - and all he took away.
I cannot make up my mind if my ass was delivered to him, or if I volunteered it that night. Meeting my new master in that smoke-filled izakaya* through a friend of a friend of a friend. Myself low on options and money in the Japanese capital, with returning to the UK simply not an option.
*An izakaya is a casual Japanese-style tavern where people drink alcohol and enjoy small shared dishes. Popular spots for socializing in Japan.
His name was Kiyoshi - although I later found out his full street name was Kiyoshi “The Viper” Kuroda (黒田 清). Snake tattoos crawling up his thick neck from beneath his silk shirt, along with the dragons and blood oaths that covered his body.
We sat privately at the back for a while. Just the two of us. Shoes off. Legs folded next to low tables. His bad English versus my terrible Japanese. Everyone there not daring to look our way, but knowing exactly what was happening.
And what was about to happen
He had a sugary soft voice for such a tough man - but his eyes said what needed to be said. Dominating me from the start. His mind thinking about all the wicked things his thick powerful body could do to my twink frame during the many pauses in the conversation.
However, I witnessed his real power when he stood up. Every person in the place standing up with him. Bowing their heads when he approached - when we approached. Making our way to the backroom to seal the start of our new business agreement.
The back room was a gangster movie cliche. A bank of monitors. Stale smoke and ashtrays. A large sofa. A corner futon. And a door that was locked behind me.
Kiyoshi was only carrying his cigarettes, and he put these down carefully on the table before turning to me. Assessing me and the way ahead. A short pause that felt so fucking long. My ass and cock twitching in fear and curiosity. This young twink lamb to the Yakuza slaughter.
The hardcore action started soon enough. Kiyoshi pushing me against the wall, mouth hard on mine. Rough as fuck. Tasting of sake and smoke. His tongue straight in. His tough guy body against me, hard muscle beneath his silk shirt. His cock already tenting through his loose pants.
I hate to admit it, I was more turned on than threatened by his power. Easily conforming to his western bitch. My thin cock just as hard as his as I tried to keep up with his tongue and affection. As I felt his fingers around my throat.
Kiyoshi pulled back looking more wolf than viper. Breathing heavily before indicating that he wanted me naked. I complied and stripped, all my clothes falling to the tatami floor at speed. He watched in silence, but did crack a smile as my cock sprang free. Already leaking in his honour.
Then he stripped; and I will never forget this. All that ink and skin revealed. Like he was another species. The way he slipped off his silk shirt so slowly, allowing me to read his body. He wore no underwear and his dropped trousers revealed a cock just as dominant as his body. Hard, thick and veined. Leaking the same amount of pre-cum as my own.
It then came time to serve my new Sugar Daddy, Kiyoshi shoving me to my knees. At his feet. Feet that were also tattooed. Every inch of him inked up. And as I read Kiyoshi - a simple command sprang for his lips.
“Suck.”
I opened wide, taking his thick Japanese cock down my throat from the start. Not really sucking him at all, but getting my face fucked. A brutal, veined, heavy start to proceedings. I gagged away but kept going to impress my new shirtless master. Eyes watering but secretly loving the way he fucked my mouth.
His cock was in my throat for a long time - but in a way - not long enough. I survived this endurance test and was led to the futon in the corner. Once there, I assumed the position of the bitch I was. All fours with ass high. Eyes forward as lube was mercifully produced from somewhere.
Looking back at Kiyoshi really turned me on, despite the continuing threat and danger in the room. This muscle bound Yakuza lubing up his cock while drooling down at me. A real life manga character.
His fingers made their way inside me. Cold and slick. One, then two, then three. Rough and demanding. Preparing the way for cock. I moaned like a whore, pushing back. Keen to impress. I couldn’t see his face but imagined his sneer was now even wider.
Kiyoshi aimed at my ass and mounted me with a grunt. His fat cock splitting me wide—burning like hell. I cried out, an over-the-top sound that no doubt turned him on. The fucking commencing with deep, punishing strokes and Japanese slurs.
Just like my throat being fucked before, this felt like a test. I hung in there. Grateful for what I was being given. Sore knees on the tatami and a sore ass. The punishing action ongoing but my cock stiff beneath me. My treatment appreciated and my ass soon proudly accustomed to the pounding it was getting.
Then Kiyoshi suddenly stopped.
I thought he was going to pull out and come.
But this was not the case.
His bad English filled my ears instead.
“You submit,” he grunted. “Body - mine.”
I didn’t quite understand so Kiyoshi showed me. Flipping me onto my back. Raising my knees high and pushing back in. Attacking my grateful anus from the front.
I think in the moment, with the rough tatami mat now on my back instead of my knees, I gave him my soul. Legs high. His devilish body now all mine to see. Every snake, dragon and crane tattoo on his body moving as he fucked me. His gangster face red as he rammed in harder, deeper, his hand around my throat again with just enough pressure to make stars appear and my untouched cock throb. I loved his brutality, the way this dangerous man made me feel alive. How he owned me completely.
His grip got even tighter on my throat as he came in my ass. Roaring into that final slam. Flooding my body with cum. Marking me inside and out. Looking down on me breathlessly before finally releasing my throat and speaking in Japanese. Words I didn’t understand. My lost face said it all and Kiyoshi translated.
“You’re mine now,” he said.
His voice was soft once more but his cock still deep. Slowly pulling out. Leaving my dick untouched. Reaching for his cigarettes to suck on instead.
We fucked again before dawn - well, Kiyoshi fucked me. Slower this time, but still raw. I ate his ass for a while and then he spoon fucked me. I came this time. His tattooed hand on my shaft as Kiyoshi did me sideways. Stripes of my cum on the tatami just before he came. But not in my ass this time - in my mouth. His strong hand opening my jaw as he laced my tongue with his dominant seed.
And for my Yakuza Daddy - I swallowed it all.
And do you know what it tasted like?
Opportunity.
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