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"Whoa!" said the boy, wiping his forehead. "That was close. I was only able to duck under the bed right before you entered. It might have been ME in that dress, speared all freaky like that instead of you. I had no idea any of THAT was going to happen." The boy sat down on the bed. "I mean, Noriko Ukai with another girl? Total hotness! But my own sister? Yuck! But then, you're not a relative, so I bet you thought it was great, huh?" Sakano grunted around his gag. "Although if Noriko had been doing all that dirty stuff to me, I don't think I would have minded. I really have to thank you, man. You saved my life when you fell out of that closet. The bed was bouncing so hard I thought I was going to be stabbed to death by the springs." Sakano grunted some more. "What? You're in a predicament?" The boy grinned. "I suppose I ought to help you." But instead of helping, the boy only crossed his legs on the bed and continued to muse. "Mind if I smoke? I really need a cigarette after all that stress and excitement." Tatsuha lit up, then leaned against Sakano, resting his elbow on top of the strap-on. It sank in a little deeper and the producer nearly choked. "Still, two girls all over one guy? I've never had that. In a way, you were really lucky. Now, Noriko Ukai and Ryuichi Sakuma, that would have been perfect. One to fuck me, another to be fucked by me. What a sandwich! Although I'm not sure who'd be best to put on top or bottom. That sexy strap-on raises a lot of new possibilities." More muffled grunts. Translation: You vile boy, untie me this instant. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I'd really like to help you. But my sister, see, she's my only contact to Ryuichi Sakuma. If I piss her off, then she might not introduce me to him. So what I can do is limited." Sakano's eyes widened. He couldn't believe this. "But I said I'd do something for you, didn't I?" Sakano felt something being arranged on the back of his head. It was poking his scalp. "There, that's good. See you later. I'll turn off the lights for you, too." Sakano was looking through gauze. Tatsuha had put Mika's veil and headdress on him. When the door shut after the noxious boy, the producer began to struggle with his cords. Since his hands were tied close to his feet, maybe . . . . The door opened again and Sakano froze in horror. Someone stumbled into the dark room. The figure hissed as it walked into a table. "Goddamn hotels!" slurred a drunken voice. "Where'd they hide the light switches? Oh, fuck it." It was K. "Say, Mika," said the manager. "I know this is your wedding night and all, but that come-on you were giving me downstairs . . . I don't know how to say this. I know you're mad at Tohma and everything." Hurriedly, Sakano made a loud noise around his gag. He had to alert K before this grew worse. "There you are, on the bed. Damn lights. What was that you said? 'Mmmmm?' Yeah, I know I'm a good-looking guy, but you're my boss's wife." NO! thought Sakano. He made a more urgent noise. "Okay, if you insist," K replied. "I wasn't struggling very hard against the notion, either." He reached out, feeling around. His hand encountered Sakano's hip, then the strap-on. Sakano couldn't believe this. He was going to be rescued by his colleague in the most embarrassing way possible. "What the--oh, honey," said K. "You didn't have to do THIS if you wanted a man! Here." Sakano felt the pressure inside him vanish as K pulled out the strap-on. He was thankful, until something even bigger, thicker, and longer shoved abruptly inside. Sakano screamed into his gag. "Yeah I'm big," K mumbled. "God, you're tight. Are you a virgin? Oops, I guess I never thought of that. Sorry. Didn't mean to insult you or anything, saying you'd been around the block a few times. But I thought you and Tohma would at least have-- The hell with it. I'll try to make it good for you here." He began to thrust carefully. Appalled, Sakano shoved his face into the mattress. He couldn't believe this. "Tight, God. You're really squeezing me. Not sure I can hold off forever. This is really sexy. Sorry. I'll try to hang on as long as I can. A man shouldn't be too selfish if he can help it, especially if it's your first time." He muttered to himself, "Alright K, you're in the trenches with your AK-47 and waves of enemy are coming at you. You're the last man alive, so you have to hold out." HOLD OUT? Sakano almost fainted with horror. How long was this going to take? Unfortunately for the producer, K had great powers of erectile function when he was at his most determined. Forty-five minutes later, K finally moaned in orgasm. By then, Sakano's ass felt like K had been firing an AK-47 into it and the producer, to his amazement, had even had an orgasm himself. Unfortunately, it had been forty minutes earlier. "Aaaaah," said K, as he pulled out. He patted Sakano's ass. "Thanks for giving a man the chance to clear the gunpowder out of his barrel. I hope it was good for you, too. Don't tell Tohma, now." He left the room. By now, Sakano was in a daze, almost past caring. The nervous sweat of his body had soaked into the cords, shrinking them even tighter around his wrists and ankles. His gag was slimy with spit and tears. And the cleaners were going to have to get his semen out of Mika's wedding dress. This last item scared Sakano more than anything. What if Tohma found out? Sakano nearly wept at the thought of his boss. He'd been secretly in love with Tohma for years, slavishly in love. Yes, he liked women. But he also loved Tohma, adored him. But just as Sakano was picturing Tohma walking into the room, his shocked face, his own firing and having to commit seppuku beneath the wheels of his boss's car to redeem his honor, the door opened, and Eiri Yuki walked in. Continued in Chapter 3.
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