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It was dangerous to wander alone in this part of town. Satomi had been told that a dozen times before, and for the most part, he listened, but on this particular occasion, he had a special mission that took him into the depths of the city after dusk.
He turned down a narrow alley between two tall grey buildings, finally nearing his destination. Out of the shadows, from the covered stoop of an unmarked doorway came an imposing figure. With startling suddenness, he stood directly in Satomi’s path. He leaned over him, scrutinizing, while Satomi turned his head and cringed away, shrinking into himself. The man inserted himself into Satomi’s space without pause, stepping forward as Satomi stepped back, not allowing any distance to be put between them.
“Oh? What do we have here? Who’s this cute little puppy?” the man said. He swung a heavy arm around Satomi’s shoulders and leaned in, crowding his space. Satomi could feel his breath on him with only inches separating them. “You aren’t lost, are you? Come with me, I’ll take you to play.”
The man didn’t give Satomi a choice. He was bigger than Satomi and stronger. With a large hand gripping his shoulder, he steered Satomi around and walked him deeper into the alleyway. His arm weighed down Satomi and clamped him to the man’s side, keeping him close while pushing him forward. He could feel the heat of him against his side and the tension of his muscles. There was no escaping; the man’s presence was dominating, his words absolute. There were no words Satomi could say that would dissuade the man now that he had caught Satomi. He could call for help, but who knew who would come running if he tried. It might just make things worse.
Satomi let himself be directed. If he didn’t put up too much of a fight, then maybe he would be spared some pain. The man guided him through a couple of turns until they reached the dead end of an alley. Satomi couldn’t see the main road from where they were, and none of the orange glow of the streetlights reached them here. They were in the deepest narrow of the alley, sheltered from sight by a tower of bins and cardboard boxes.
There was nowhere left to go, and the man seemed content with the spot he’d led them to. He released Satomi with a push, launching the staggering boy a few steps in front of himself. As Satomi fought to keep his balance, the man advanced on him from behind. Satomi had only barely gotten his feet back under him when he was pushed again in his back. The man shoved him twice, and Satomi stumbled forward, barely in control of his own body as the world around him moved faster than he could contend with. He was just barely able to raise his hands in front of him before hitting the stone wall of the building. His palms burned as he braced himself against the siding. The man was upon him again in an instant, pressing against him from behind. His insistent weight pressed Satomi forward until he was forced to turn his face to the side.
Satomi’s chest was pressed against the building now, and he could feel the uneven surface of the stone biting into his skin through his thin white shirt. His hands were still splayed in front of him beside his shoulders, tense and bracing for what came next. The man’s body was flush against his back, and even now, with no space left for Satomi to retreat, he continued pushing forward. A determined knock of the man’s hips against his own drove Satomi’s hip bones into the stone, the brittle connection causing him to wince.
“Ow…it hurts,” Satomi complained without thinking. He wasn’t trying to rile the man up or even try to make him feel guilty and lay off him. The words had simply slipped out with the bite of concrete.
“Aww, baby, does it hurt?” the man cooed, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better soon.”
There was no consolation in his words with their sickening sweet tone, but the man did ease up the pressure he was applying against Satomi’s back. However, the relief was quickly followed by hands reaching to grab at his hips. They gripped him tightly, wrapping around his waistband, and jerked his pelvis back from the wall. Satomi felt the man’s hardness against him, the pressure of it no longer deniable. The man manipulated Satomi’s lower body, dragging it back and forth across him a few times before letting out a deep moan of pleasure.
Then the hands loosened their grip slightly to creep forward, sneaking around Satomi’s front to fondle his pants’ button and tug down his zipper. The man wasted no time before diving into the newly revealed territory. He groped Satomi through his briefs, cupping and squeezing the small length tucked within.
“What’s this… am I really making you feel that good, little one?” The man seemed delighted to find Satomi already half hard at being shoved up against a wall and molested.
“No! I—”
“Shhh, sweet thing,” the man interrupted Satomi’s attempted protests. Satomi considered mouthing off again, but the man followed through quickly on his words, and a moment later, two thick fingers were being pressed into his mouth. They slid in easily, Satomi’s panting breaths having left his lips parted. The man pressed his fingers down against Satomi’s tongue, pinning it against his jaw and rubbing the soft, textured flesh. He stroked his fingers back until Satomi gagged, throat convulsing to expel the invader in his mouth. At the same time, the man continued rutting his length against Satomi’s lower back. Between the finger in front and the hard press of the body behind, Satomi felt dizzyingly stuck. He was trapped—alone in this dark alley with a scary, thuggish man who touched him unceasingly.
The fingers retreated from his mouth before he choked on them completely, and Satomi coughed to catch his breath. He let his forehead drop against the wall, suddenly enervated from the way the man used him. The man didn’t slow. He took advantage of Satomi’s slumped and compliant state to shove his trousers down around his thighs. Satomi’s underwear came with them, betraying him in the ease with which they abandoned and exposed him.
The man must have revealed himself too because the next thing Satomi felt was the touch of skin against skin—the now fully solid cock of the man sliding against the swell of his ass.
“Ahh—wait, please!” He cried out. This was going too far even for some yakuza gangster, wasn’t it? Would he really do this to Satomi, just for appearing vulnerable in the wrong place at the wrong time? Satomi pushed off the wall, attempting in vain to shove the man off him. The man simply snatched his wrists and pressed them back against the stone. Satomi was caged in, completely and inescapably.
“Come on, easy there. I thought you wanted this, huh?” The voice teased. The following thrust of a cock between Satomi’s legs drove home the taunt.
“No, please! Please! Stop it, let me go!” Satomi writhed in his grip.
“Aww—Satomi-kun is so cute when he begs,” the man purred in his ear, “so cute and sweet.” Kyouji began sucking on Satomi’s neck and kissing there with every breath in between. It was a bit harder to pretend he was some strange gangster after hearing his own name slip through in his dirty talk, but Satomi could adjust. Maybe this wasn’t some random encounter; maybe the man had spied him before and had been waiting on an opportunity to pounce, waiting for Satomi to wander into his domain so he could grab him and have his way with him.
Satomi moaned. “Please!” he cried.
“Shh, baby. Don’t worry, I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The man gripped Satomi’s hips again. “Just be good and don’t struggle too much, okay?”
Satomi whined and bucked his hips, an ambiguous gesture between inviting and rejecting. His hands stayed against the wall even when the man let go, and he braced himself for the intrusion he knew would come.
The man thumbed over his entrance, stretching his flesh to the side.
“Look at you, so wet and ready for me…” the man mused tauntingly.
“I bet a slut like you comes down here just hoping someone will put you in your place.”
The man spat on Satomi’s already wet hole. Satomi had stretched himself thoroughly before going out to prepare for this. It took away from the fantasy only slightly: the thrill of being found wandering the streets with a loose and wanting hole helped supplant the unsexiness of having to lay the logistical groundwork for the fantasy to progress smoothly.
With his mouth returning to Satomi’s neck and his hands tight around Satomi’s waist, the man pressed forward in a decisive thrust. He pushed past the tensing muscle of Satomi’s entrance, forcing it wide to accommodate his girth. He pushed until he was fully seated inside Satomi, his cock filling him to the deepest depth. He let out a deep groan, relishing the tight squeeze of the innocent little body that swallowed him.
“Mm, so good for me.” He pulled halfway out and slid home again. Quickly, he picked up into a rapid pace. It was not the sex of lovers—slow, gentle, and full of longing—it was a man taking what he could because he could. He used Satomi’s body, overpowering him and wringing his pleasure from the body he was victorious over. And Satomi wasn’t strong enough to resist him. He had no choice but to accept the strength of the man behind him, pounding into him relentlessly. Satomi was forced to accept the feeling of the man’s hips slapping against his ass with every firm thrust, the punching heat that the man’s cock sparked deep within him. He was forced to stand still as the man raped him and forced him to appreciate the undeniable pleasure it stirred up in his body. He was shamefully hard, his cock spitting precum between his shoes on the uneven alley ground.
Moan after moan began to leave Satomi’s mouth. Even as he tried to suppress them, the pleasure of being fucked was too great. The man’s bruising iron grip and punishing pace were bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
“This’ll teach you to walk around where you don’t belong, ey?” The man grunted out behind him.
Satomi only whimpered in response. He couldn’t think anymore, could barely process most of the filthy words flowing from that uncouth mouth. He was grounded only by the cold bite of concrete on his hands as he held himself up against the man’s ravishing thrusts.
“You slutty kid, look at you, enjoying being raped by an old gangster like me.”
Satomi screamed. His mind narrowed to just those words, replaying them with a singular focus as he reached his peak. He groaned again, rope after rope of cum being squeezed from him by Kyouji’s determined fucking. He slumped slightly, dizzy and barely able to stay upright in the aftershocks of pleasure. His legs were weak. He was reeling. He thought he might collapse.
A beat later, he was solidly tethered to the world again. He had let himself fall backwards slightly, draping his body over Kyouji’s. Kyouji had caught him and was supporting his weight, his hard cock still grinding slowly inside him.
Satomi moaned at the feeling.
“Use me. Come on, finish inside me.” Satomi pushed himself off and braced against the wall again. Kyouji needed no further prompting before beginning to drill into him again with renewed fervor.
“You’re so good, so good for me,” he moaned as he drove into Satomi. He was back to sucking on his neck, a favored habit of the older man. It was only a few more strokes before Kyouji let out a low groan and came deep inside Satomi, his head resting tucked in the crook of Satomi’s shoulder, hot breaths moistening his skin there.
Kyouji let his weight rest on Satomi just a little in the aftermath of his own orgasm. It was a nice weight, heavy and a bit obtrusive, but comforting like a blanket pressing down on Satomi and ensuring him he’s safe.
It wasn’t long until Satomi felt a few light kisses on his neck. Kyouji peppered them liberally as he pulled out of Satomi. He was still panting a little as he tucked himself back into his pants—they both were.
Satomi had turned his head and was watching Kyouji fix his clothes in a half-daze.
Kyouji stepped back up to him and pulled Satomi’s pants back up his thighs.
“Now, now, Satomi, you shouldn’t leave your pants down like that. Who knows what kind of lowlife might wander by and see?” He reached around to zip and button them as well. “You wouldn’t want someone to get the wrong idea and come mess with you, huh?”
His pants all done up now, Satomi stepped back and pushed at Kyouji’s chest in mock disapproval of his teasing words. They both knew well enough how he’d feel about that…
“My little Satomi used me for his fantasy, and now he’s so cold to me,” Kyouji whined in a way that could be nothing more than pitiful when done as an adult man.
Satomi batted at him again but stayed close this time. He let his head tilt to the side and found Kyouji’s shoulder as a resting place. He slipped his hand down and took Kyouji’s in his. The older man grasped him tightly in return.
“Thanks,” Satomi managed. They were walking out of the alley now, Kyouji leading the way again because Satomi really wasn’t sure where exactly they had ended up.
Kyouji leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “Anything for my Satomi-kun.” After a few more steps together in the darkness, he asked, “Hey, I was pretty convincing riiight?” He sounded far too proud of himself, the teasing lilt slipping easily into his voice.
“Sure, you seemed like a real yakuza pervert going after a younger guy.”
“Aww, Satomi-kun, don’t be harsh just because you’re embarrassed you came so quickly. I’ll help you work on your stamina some more, what do you say?”
Satomi resolutely ignored him for the rest of their walk as they made their way back to their apartment hand in hand.