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“I said I’m done, Tadashi. pull out.” He hissed through his teeth. “Now.”
Tadashi’s heartbeat was so loud in his ears that he hadn’t heard it the first time. Ainosuke had come, but Tadashi hadn’t. “I’ll tell them it was your fault if they ask why we took so long.” Ainosuke pursed his lips and whispered, “Stupid dog.”
“W-we?” Tadashi stammered, “But, Ainosuke-sama, I’m-”
Still hard. And wet all over. And not supposed to be there. Tadashi would’ve wanted to say any of those things, but the words were pushed down his throat as he saw Ainosuke’s glare. His priority was serving his master, and it occasionally meant throwing reason, and sometimes dignity, out of the window.
That evening, Ainosuke was supposed to attend dinner with some of the most influential exponents of a notorious party that had, in the past, posed an open threat to his political line. The leaders of the party had recently been replaced, and Ainosuke’s aunts had pushed him to try and meet up with the new ones in order to create fruitful relations for the future.
But since leaving the Shindo Mansion at sundown, Ainosuke and his dutiful secretary had had to deal with multiple problems. Of course, dinner was in a starred restaurant, but the location itself was not in the fanciest of corners, so to speak. It was very busy compared to the eerily bare classy neighborhoods where the men from the upper classes would usually gather. Ainosuke was already irked that he hadn’t been the one to choose the place. He knew his way around the best spots to dine in Okinawa, and to let someone else decide in his stead… Not nice. But politics is about compromise.
Other than that, well, the GPS left them stranded in the wrong part of the city, an unexpected summer downpour completely drenched their clothes as they tried to find their way to the right location, and the representatives Ainosuke was supposed to dine with were angry-calling his assistant as he drove toward what was, hopefully, the right place.
When the car was finally in the right parking lot, Ainosuke was so tense he would’ve smoked a hundred cigarettes. But he couldn’t. Not while working, not while being a Shindo, and not when his still slightly wet hair would soak up the smell and give it away during dinner.
It was no wonder, then, that he’d needed a different kind of pick-me-up. He had a change of clothes in the car, after all, and he still needed to wait for his hair to be dry to look presentable.
So that’s how things ended up with Ainosuke on all fours in the backseat of the Shindo luxury car, with Tadashi behind him gritting his teeth while fucking him silly with an unfamiliar, brute rhythm for the sole purpose of spoiling his master. Well, that, and also making him come as fast as possible to make sure he wouldn’t miss dinner.
That’s why Ainosuke asking him to be present was a shock to him. He thought if he got it over with as soon as possible, he would send his master off and have the whole time in the world to get himself back on track. But now he needed to go out there with him. Sweaty, somewhat wet, hot and bothered, and with a very suspicious little white stain quickly drying up on the cuff of his suit jacket.
Tadashi refused to look at himself in the rearview mirror as his master undressed and put his clean clothes on. He knew he looked a mess and felt dirty all over. Just tucking his sticky cock back inside his slacks had made him uncomfortable enough. He didn’t need a reminder.
Walking to the restaurant alongside Ainosuke was hell, and Tadashi tried discreetly coming to walk behind the other, so as to not be seen until he was inside.
He didn’t really know what the alternative would have been, but he did not expect to be sitting at the same table as Ainosuke, cooped up in a corner, facing the intimidating frames of these middle-aged rich men he had nothing in common with. Not one of them had brought their assistant along, either. And they hadn’t been subtle with their chuckles and looks of contempt as they saw him behind his master when approaching the table.
But it was no use internally complaining about it, or dwelling on it. He knew what he must have looked like. A wet dog trying to stand on two legs, making a fool of himself at a table of men.
Except he couldn’t help but notice, throughout dinner, that these men were not refined, nor nobler than him, and not nearly as dignified or worthy as his master. They were greedy, and malicious. Rich pigs , he thought. He had many thoughts like these, working at the Shindo mansion, but kept them to himself every time. It was no use voicing them. He blew his chance to do it once. Now he had no right. He had to stay in his place.
He kept his head angled down for the most part of dinner, not daring to meet eyes with anyone and not even listening to them speak. He didn’t have that much appetite either, of course.
His neck was starting to get sore from the posture, and his eyes were tired of looking at his barely touched plate. He was just about to raise his head when a familiar hand snaked its way to the front of his pants.
Ainosuke was sitting beside him, with his fingers on the tent in his slacks, looking innocent as he followed the conversation among the other men. He spoke too, occasionally, but he didn’t take his hand off of him.
Tadashi looked up at his master, and it’s as if his presence only got noticed at that moment. Crap.
“So… Shindo-san, I assume the reason you took your secretary with you is that you have a particular bond? Perhaps he has served your family for a long time?” A buff, older man gestured to Tadashi like he was some type of ornamental statuette.
“Quite a long time, yes,” the last word was punctuated with a rough motion of Ainosuke’s palm on his crotch, burning shame blooming inside Tadashi’s stomach as he was reminded of what he and his master had been doing earlier. “In fact, he is but a few years older than I am, and I remember seeing him around the mansion since I was a child.”
Tadashi was not sure if he was supposed to talk. His job was just driving his master to the place and back home, but they’d gone beyond that already. Did his master expect him to speak?
“Oh I see! You must be friends, then.” The politician snorted the affirmation out like a joke, chuckling and looking amused as he noticed his companions were laughing along.
Ainosuke reflectively grabbed Tadashi’s crotch harshly, making him let out a gasp he was able to cover with a little cough.
“I wouldn’t say so, actually,” he replied, showing one of his calm smiles. He tried to match the other politicians’ wickedness. “He’s just more efficient than any other, so I bring him around like a little dog on a leash,” he continued, and the others laughed at his joke.
So Tadashi was not supposed to speak, after all.
Not that he would have been able to, in that situation. Ainosuke kept groping and prodding and palming, effectively using him to relieve his stress. But his secretary was finding it harder and harder to appear unfazed. After all, he’d been deprived of his orgasm less than an hour before, and his blood had been running hot since then. He wanted to push his hips up so bad, but now that the conversation was about him, any little movement would have given him away.
He didn’t care about himself that much, but the idea of his master being caught red-handed touching another man in public, and his secretary at that… It would be all over the newspapers, and his life would be destroyed. Tadashi often wondered how Ainosuke was willing to take such risks when everything was at stake. Maybe he wanted to taste a bit of that destruction.
As the chatter changed its focus again, Tadashi tried bumping his finger on Ainosuke’s thigh, hoping he would relent. It had the opposite effect.
Ainosuke’s fingers deftly grabbed the swell through Tadashi’s pants and started rubbing up and down, following the shape of his cock and pushing the sticky fabric up into it. When a particularly merciless motion of Ainosuke’s fingers pushed his zipper onto his frenulum, Tadashi unwillingly kicked the oak table and let out a strangled sound.
When he raised his head to the curious stares of the men in front of him, his face was flushed and his eyes were shiny. It was humiliating, painful, dangerous, and his mind told him to keep it all bottled up, but his body betrayed him.
He couldn’t concentrate enough to come up with a believable explanation for his behavior, so he just grabbed his fork and stuffed his mouth with food, lowering his eyes and hoping the men would just drop it. And he lucked out, because after a few confused looks among them, they all went back to their vain banter.
But Ainosuke’s smirk turned upside down. He probably hated these men as much as Tadashi did, but his social standing did not allow him to compromise himself in front of them. Tadashi needed to humor him .
His dominant hand started moving on Tadashi’s crotch again. The poor thing tried to wiggle away, feeling too sensitive now to continue with their little game, but his master was having none of it. He started pinching, and moving around, and doing all things that could never be pleasurable to anyone but Tadashi. His masochistic streak was really doing a number on him. He wanted it to end for fear of being caught, that’s true, but he might have been even more scared of being denied his release, at that point. He was getting desperate.
Fortunately for him, Ainosuke didn’t plan on stopping until he either came or embarrassed himself in front of everybody. He just kept mercilessly pushing him to his limit.
Tadashi was positive he would have to throw his underwear away after that night, with how gooey and disgusting they felt rubbing on his skin. Just the shame would prevent him from wearing them again, anyway.
Ainosuke looked at his wristwatch to check the time and overall showed a very tranquil face to his hosts. No one would ever believe he was jerking his secretary off under the table.
And yet said secretary was closer and closer to exposing him. He couldn't take the pressure and stimulation anymore. He needed to get out of those damn pants, but Ainosuke wouldn’t let him. He needed to scream out the tension, but he’d never allowed himself to let things out. He needed to come, but he couldn’t without one final push.
That’s when Ainosuke furtively pushed a bowl of hot soup off Tadashi’s side of the table, letting out a gasp as it landed on the secretary’s lap and all the attention was drawn back to him.
Between the aggressive movements of his master’s hand and the sudden contact with the scorching liquid, Tadashi’s control snapped and he let out a loud moan. The other men took it as a cry of pain, but in reality, Tadashi was coming in his pants, bent down on the table with the mind-numbing mix of pain, pleasure and shame that he felt at that moment.
He wanted to never show his face again. He wanted to run back home. He wanted to have a damn shower.
The stunned silence was interrupted by Ainosuke. “Oh my… I guess my assistant really has been exerting himself too much these days,” he said. Then, turning to Tadashi, “Who knew such a workaholic could be so clumsy.”
He smiled his way out of the initial embarrassment, but the tension was still clearly among them.
“Well, gentlemen, I’m afraid it is time my secretary and I go back home,” he exclaimed, sitting up and urging Tadashi to do the same. He was breathing heavily, and the others seemed to be worried about him too. His brain was turning to mush, after all, and he couldn’t seem to get down from his high.
“Dinner was a pleasure, of course, and I cannot wait to be the host for the next time around.” He grabbed Tadashi and helped him get on his shaky legs. The men tried their hardest to hide their giggles when the stain on Tadashi’s crotch became visible. They had no idea .
Ainosuke thought about his next line for a second.
“Until then, I am looking forward to our future collaborations and I wish you all a very good night.”
The blue-haired man bowed and shook hands with each of the representatives individually while comically holding his secretary up against his side. His charismatic smile seemed to have won them over, but they still had their reservations regarding the awkward, disheveled, and apparently injured servant the brilliant young politician had brought along.
They looked at the two with concerned smiles, but they shrugged the matter off when they disappeared behind the door.
Once they were back in the car, far from the prying eyes in the restaurant, Tadashi seemed to have “sobered up” from the messy mix of sensations from a few minutes before.
Ainosuke finally spoke. “How severe was the burn, dog?”
Tadashi let out a quiet sigh before answering “I’m fine, Ainosuke-sama.”
He could see his master frown in the rearview mirror. “I didn’t ask you that.”
Ending the conversation, Tadashi started the car. He might have gotten lost on the way to this dumb restaurant, but at least now he perfectly knew his way back home.