Paradigm
I would like to think of it as fate, the day I saw him. I had never had a taste for men or boys, but he was, for the lack of better words, different. I wanted him the moment I saw him, as if he had always been mine to have. It was only up to me to make the claim.
I was having a post-meeting drink at a club in Ginza with the board members one afternoon when I saw him. He wore a dark blue school uniform with buttoned-up French collars. He was carrying a black backpack by one strap slung over his left shoulder. More boys in similar uniform started to appear from around the corner.
The boy's profile was sensual and soft. I guessed him to be 13 or 14. He paused by a boutique across the street and looked at the dresses in the window. He appeared to be mesmerize by one of them. He crouched down for a few seconds to study the hem line of a burgundy-colored dress. I excused myself from the group and slipped out of the club to meet the boy.
I walked up and stood next to him and looked at the dress he was staring at. It was a velvet dress with rows of small pearls sewn along the collar and at the hem of the dress. The child manikin that wore the velvet dress carried a petticoat made from crushed black velvet on its forearm. The outfit cost 80,000 yen, according to the small placard placed by the foot of the manikin. The cost of elegance was severe.
He finally looked over to me, but only casually to acknowledge my presence next to him. The boy had stunning green eyes.
"That is a beautiful dress," I said.
He frowned and looked as if he was trying to decide what to say. He said nothing and looked back at the dress one more time then walked away. I followed him. He knew I was following him, but he didn't appear to care. He did not walk faster nor did he try to lose me in the pedestrian traffic. We walked for about three blocks, then went into a small coffee shop where he turned and confronted me.
"What do you want?" He said and shrugged the book bag from his shoulder and placed it on the floor between his feet. He had a light, sweet voice that reminded me of silk and perfume.
The coffee shop was not very crowded and most of the customers sat in the back in the non-smoking section. I smiled and took out one of my business cards from a small silver card case. When I offered to him, he didn't take it immediately.
"Do you want a job?" I asked when he finally took my card.
He read the card and looked up at me, puzzled.
"What are you talking about?"
"You want that dress right?"
A sudden look of comprehension appeared on his face. He was no stranger to this kind of proposition.
"You," he began. He was careful with his choice of words. "Want to hire me to... earn that dress?"
"One night," I said.
He didn't look angry or offended. A foot in the door.
"Why should I trust you?" He said and sat down on the chair next to him. He nudged the book bag beneath the table with his feet.
"You want something that I can give you, and I'd like something that I hope you can give me," I said. "I am only in country for two more days. Let me know by tonight."
He watched me thoughtfully. I wanted him to come with me then, but I know he would probably run off if he felt pressured.
"How would you know I wouldn't turn you in to the cops?" He said. He bent the card lightly between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke.
"Because I know you wouldn't," I said and left.
He called me while I was in a cocktail party that night. I gave him my hotel name and room number and a show time. He said very little and when he did speak, he sounded a little nervous.
"How long can you stay?" I asked.
"I'll tell my grandfather I am staying over a friend's house tomorrow night," he said after a brief silence. "He won't expect me home until the night after."
"We'll talk later," I said. " Would you like for me to pick you up somewhere or-"
"No," he cut me off. "I know where the hotel is. I'll be there on time."
Then he hung up when a voice called out his name in his background. I was already planning the events of the liaison in my mind as I pocketed the cell phone and returned to the party.
He showed up promptly at 7 p.m. as he had promised. He was dressed in a pair of worn blue denim and plain white shirt. I was still wearing my suit. I had only returned from the last part of the meeting ten minutes before the boy arrived.
"Do you want dinner?" I asked him. He shook his head and walked over to the plush sofa by the balcony and sat down.
"The dress," I said. "Who was it for?"
He appeared to be annoyed by the question.
"I don't think you have the right to ask me that question," he said. "Considering the fact that you only paid me to fuck."
When he said "fuck", it sounded dirty.
"You don't know what I paid you for," I said. "Let's try this again. How about if we start from something simpler and less intrusive, like your name?"
He didn't answer immediately. Probably thinking of an appropriate pseudo-name to give me.
"Aoshi," he finally said. He didn't offer me a last name.
"The dress, who was it for?"
He sighed and sank deeper into the sofa.
"It's for my sister," he said after a long silence.
"Why is the dress important enough for you to sell yourself to get it?"
"You ask too many fuckin' questions," he said. "And isn't that what you wanted? For me to want it bad enough to sell myself to get it?"
He sat up and started to unbutton his shirt slowly.
"You don't have these kind of dates that's a little curious about you?"
He shrugged.
"I don't really care what they are curious about, as long as I get paid. Speaking of which..."
He rubbed the pads of his thumb and forefinger together.
"Do I look like the kind that will cheat you?"
"I don't know what kind you are."
"Do as I say and answer my questions," I said. "And you'll get more than enough tip to cover the cost for the dress."
He unbuttoned his shirt half way down and started to loosen his belt.
"You did this before?" I asked him.
He made a motion that could be yes or no.
"Does it matter?" he said.
"Not at all," I replied and gestured for him to come to me. He did. He stood in front of me and waited for me to do something. He looked a little scared.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked again, but with a lowered voice.
"Put that on," I said and gestured to a plain white box on the bed. He looked at it then back at me. "Consider it part of setting the mood."
He walked to it and lifted the cover from the box. He peeled open the thin wrapping tissue in the box and stared down at the clothing in the box. He frowned again.
"You want me to wear THIS?"
"Yes."
He picked up a small blue plaid skirt and held it in front of him.
"I really do have a sister," he said. "I wasn't looking at the dress for myself."
"I know."
"So it's just your thing? To see boys in these?"
"No. Just you."
He bit down on his lower lip and sucked on it lightly. He contemplated the skirt a little longer then looked back down at the box.
"I'll wear this, but not the panties."
"Wear everything in the box."
"But-"
"Everything," I emphasized and got up to go to the small bar in the far corner of the room.
He made a small protesting noise and picked up the box and walked into the bathroom with it. I made a martini at the bar and drank a little of it while I waited for him to change.
I could not restrain my smile when he emerged from the bathroom. He said "fuck you" and looked at himself in the dresser mirror with a frown on his face.
"You look very cute," I said. He does. He had a perfect face and body that fit into the small girl's school uniform I had picked up this morning. The small plaid skirt was mid-thigh high. The crisp white button-up shirt with short sleeves hugged his waist with the rest neatly tucked into the waist band of the skirt. A small blue tab tie closed around the throat of the shirt. His legs looked longer without shoes or socks.
"I feel weird," he said. "I don't know if I can do this."
I took another sip of the martini and walked to the bed and sat down at the foot of it.
"You are free to leave now if you want," I said. "But I won't stop once we get started."
He looked at me and then down at this hands. "I'll stay," he whispered.
I took another sip of the martini and set it down on the dresser. I sat down on the bed and gestured for him to come to me. He did with some reluctance. He stood in front of me, uncertain of what he should do. I took him by his small waist and drew him to me. He smelled soft and sweet.
I kissed him on his mouth.
"Do you want me to..." he asked and looked down on my lap. The boy either had prior experience or he's just very motivated for a first timer.
I ran a finger along his lower lip and smiled. He nodded and knelt between my knees. I stroked his hair as he carefully unbuckled my belt then lowered the zipper. Then he looked as if he's completely immersed in his task, focusing on nothing but my cock. It was kind of interesting. His fingers touched and slid along the length of it slowly and gently. He was handling my erection as if it was some new curious toy. I didn't hurry him. I wanted to learn what kind of wicked angel I had rented for that night.
He gave the tip a small kiss. Then he started to lap the length of it in small licks. He could only take a couple of inches of the cock into his mouth, but he worked his tongue well on the small length he did take in. He did not even recoil when I came in his mouth. He swallowed what he could and continued to lick at the trickle that seeped out from the tip. Small errant drops had dripped on the tab of the shirt.
"Good boy," I said and kissed him on his forehead. He looked up at me as if he's suddenly aware of my presence. I told him to get on the bed while I got up and walked over to the dresser. I opened the top dresser and took out a small egg-shaped vibrator attached to a controller from a black cloth bag. When he saw it, he grimaced.
"Turn around," I said. He turned over on his belly and rose to his elbows and knees. I took two silk scarves from the drawer before I closed it.
I sat beside him and lifted the small skirt. I was pleased he had worn the little white panty I had picked out for him. It was silk with delicate white lace trimming and was only small enough to cover the cleft of his ass. He had nice thighs. I had a fleeting moment of regret that I had not bought him a garter belt.
"You have a very talented mouth," I said to him. He didn't thank me for the compliment. He probably called me a name in his mind instead. "How many of these dates do you average a week?"
He lifted his head and looked over his shoulder to me.
"You talk a lot," he said.
I spread his thighs open a little further apart then pulled the panty down to his knees.
"If you don't mind," he said and looked back down at the bed. "I'd rather just have you do what you need to do and not have a conversation about it."
I hit the bottom once with my open hand and he yelped. Where I had hit him began to blush slightly.
"What was the for?" He protested.
"From this point forward, no more snide remarks or speaking without permission, understand?"
He looked over to me again, some confusion and indignation in his eyes.
"You've passed up your chance to walk out of here. From now to whenever I decide to release you in the morning, you are completely mine."
Slightest trace of frown appeared over his lips and he nodded then turned away.
He tensed when I slid my finger along the cleft of his ass. He started to tremble as I spread open the small cheeks.
"How often do you do this?" I asked and pressed a wet finger against the tight hole.
He winced as I pressed the finger inside. He was tight and it was difficult to work my finger inside.
"I don't," he finally answered in between labored breaths. "I usually just get paid to have pictures taken."
"So you are a virgin?"
I pushed my finger in up to the knuckle. He stiffened.
"Yes--" he said in between breaths.
"Tonight I will take it." I leaned over and kissed him at the nape of his neck.
"You... won't fit..." He said and tried to crawl away from me. I pressed him down by the neck and drove his face into the mattress.
"It's rather difficult to imagine you haven't been raped by the way you easily open your legs to strangers with money," I said and pushed in another finger. He cried into the mattress, his fingers clawed at the sheets.
"You're hurting me..." he said when I loosened the grip on his neck so he can turn his head and breathe. "I don't want to do this anymore. I want to go home."
I drew my finger out slowly and pushed it back in with the same lingering tempo.
"It won't hurt if you loosen your body."
"I can't," he said again, this time there's tears in his voice.
His hands ripped at the sheets, pulling it off the mattress as he did so. A drop of tear appeared at the corner of his closed eyes and trickled down his cheek.
"Open up," I said again and pushed in the third finger. His mouth opened and before he could scream, I sealed my hand over it. "As much as I'd like to hear you make some noise, I don't think the room's sound proof."
I kept my hand over his mouth as I continued to push my fingers in and out of him. Tears continued to spill from the corners of his eyes although he gradually grew use to the thickness and movements of my fingers.
"Good boy," I said. "You're doing just fine..."
I curled my fingers inside the warm passage and spread them apart. He started to cry again.
"You're doing well," I said and withdrew my fingers. I turned him over on to his back and thrust my fingers back into him again. He tried to close his legs and writhe away.
"Keep them open or I will tie the ankles to the posts."
With some effort, he kept them open.
I withdrew my fingers and picked up the small vibrator. He watched me quietly as I coated it with baby oil.
"You're doing well," I said. I dripped some oil on my fingertip and pressed into him. He sighed and moaned kitten-like sounds.
I pushed the vibrator against his small hole and with a little effort, I slid it inside. He moaned louder. I shoved the vibrator as deep as it will go then pulled up the panty. With the silk scarves, I tied his wrists to the posts of the headboard. I piled two pillows under his belly so he would remain kneeling.
"What are you--"
I turned on the vibrator before he could finish his sentence. He cried out, startled. I kissed him on the forehead. "You'll learn to like it."
"I don't like this," he said between gasps. "Take it out...."
I didn't answer him. I made myself another martini and smoked a couple of cigarettes while I watched him from across the room. He writhed languidly, occasionally pulled against his bonds.
"Stop pulling on the scarves," I said as I walked into the bathroom. "It'll just tighten up and I will not loosen it."
I heard him curse.
After I took a long shower, I went into the adjacent room where the temporary office was set up. I found myself smiling whenever I hear him whimper and asked to be freed. By the time I finished my paperwork, it was nearly 9. Aoshi had been strung up for nearly an hour. He had also gotten progressively quieter as time passed by. He was completely silent when I got up to check on him.
He glanced over to me when I came into the room. He looked tired.
"Are you okay?" I said and sat down next to him. I brushed errand strands of wet hair from his face.
"I'm numb," he replied bitterly.
I switched off the vibrator. The panty was damp and heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. I pulled the panty down and off him. He let out a sigh as the vibrator was drawn out.
"Good boy," I said and untied his wrists. He rolled over, rubbing his wrists.
"You are..." he said, his green eyes full of curiosity. "...very strange."
I smiled and lied down next to him. He put his head against my chest and curled up against me.
"Aren't you going to--" he said after awhile.
"No."
He looked up at me.
"I got what I wanted," I said.
"I don't understand."
"You're not meant to."
He nodded and laid his head back down on my chest. I stroked his hair until he fell asleep.
I woke at four next morning and he woke with me. He watched me pack quietly for awhile, then walked into the bathroom. He came out of the bathroom changed back into his shirt and jeans. He had the school uniform draped over his forearm. He walked over to the bedside and picked up the little lace panty. He came to me and placed the uniform on top of the folded shirts in my suitcase.
I gave him a small kiss and gestured toward the night stand where I had left his fee in the hotel envelope.
"I'll be here in November," I said and closed the suitcase. "I've left you 300,000 Yen. No more of these kinds of dates or pictures, understand?"
He shrugged.
"A third of that money's down payment for your virginity," I said and put on my jacket. "And yes, I can tell."
He smiled and nodded. "No more dates or pictures until you come back."
Before I stepped out of the room, he asked for another kiss and I gave it to him.
"Next time..." he said into my mouth. "I pick the outfit."
"Only if it's crotchless."
A/N: The psychology here is where you want to find it. :P
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