Cleaning Dishes Chapter 4
Ian made his way through the crowded streets of Shinjuku, feeling deflated as he noticed the slim amount of cash in his pocket. When he first moved to Japan, he believed it would be a dream come true, typically picturing a paradise of limitless opportunities.
It had been a year now, and despite these lofty aspirations, his situation had become significantly worse. The yen's value plummeted and his company only provided a minimal income. This grim outlook plagued his thoughts, hollowing him out and leaving him feeling like a shell of his former self.
He glanced into a storefront window, glimpsing a disheartening reflection – gaunt, worn, and unrecognizable from the person he was during college. He had been caressed by a sense of purpose and pride then, a time when his body held definition, and his brown hair was a forceful presence on his head. Yet, reality now showed a considerably emptier man with sagging bags underneath hollow eyes, as well as an old lusterless reflection.
Intrigued by the commotion, Ian heard voices and footsteps erupting behind him; people eagerly chatting and snapping photos. He found it difficult to keep up with the action, failing to notice the incoming wave of individuals until they shoved him over, accidentally sending him into a puddle.
"Dang it!" Ian exclaimed.
A person in the crowd turned to see what was going on, but no one attempted to respond, leaving Ian slightly disturbed.
Out of the blue, Ian was tugged onto his feet and a man he'd never met before began chatting in English. This stranger was unmistakably intrigued by Ian, his perfect command of Japanese captivating and drawing a crowd. The idea of someone living life to the full in Japan caused Ian's despondency to grow.
A small favor was paid, and someone offered to help Ian up. Without glancing at the person, Ian uttered an appreciative "thank you" in Japanese.
"No worries. I'm sorry for tripping you over," the distinctive voice said in English.
These words came from a tall Japanese man who seemed to be laughing with glee.
"Not your fault," Ian countered with sincerity. The man shook his head, amused.
"Well, it's partially my fault. I let my other half, Blakey, wander off. This guy's gotten quite a bit of attention."
The crowd grew in size, increasing by the second.
"We could be here a while. A few hours maybe. Instead of standing here getting wet, would you consider going to my place just down the road? I'm positive I have something to fit you."
As Ian dared to challenge the man, his resistance was dismantled, "It would be hard to refuse your offer. However, I have work. I actually need to go - I can't just... leave."
The man named Tanaka had a persuasive air, causing a breeze through the soggy air.
"Your boss will understand you need to clean up," Tanaka reassured him. "I'm acquainted with many of Japan's upper echelons, so if I ask nicely, there shouldn't be an issue. While you're there, I'll even settle the day's wage you would have missed."
Though naturally hesitant, Ian relented after sensing a certain degree of power seeping from Tanaka's lips.
"My place is just a stones throw away," Tanaka gestured. "I'll have a better fitting outfit for you, I assure you."
Ian was taken aback by the belief Tanaka exuded. He stood there, taken by the charisma of this man. Even if Tanaka's cologne was overpowering and distasteful to him, there was a certain level of attraction he couldn't deny. From afar, he recalled speaking with Craig about Blakey, a figure with an enigmatic presence in Tokyo he had noticed online before. His students gushed over him. "Ahhh, I've come across Blakey too" Ian would joke. "He's quite something. Such a pretty face."
However, Ian had been a little startled to find out this striking man was before him, a direct foil of his own financial and social inadequacies.
"So tell me a bit about yourself, Ian. Blakey shares everything, but it's a mess of giggles, dancing, random anecdotes, and I think a Tik-Tok or two. You've seen those right?"
Ian had, as his students were enamored with Blakey, and considered it a rite of passage to introduce him to some adoring online content.
"So, I'm from the US – Louisiana especially."
"Interesting, especially for someone that looks like you. So, you must be a beloved figure here."
"I'm not gay," Ian attempted to deflect.
"It's not gay to appreciate beauty," Tanaka casually returned, sidestepping Ian's defense. "I came with Blakey and we're together. He's just masculine in nature, and somehow an even better shade of male. It's a combination of our traits that create what we are."
Ian felt confused by the peaceful harmony Tanaka implied, unsure how to respond.
"I understand that, but I prefer women," Ian mentioned, and Tanaka changed the topic.
"I believe you'll manage," he remarked. "With your large stature, you're likely to grab some attention."
"I'm not so sure about that," Ian responded. "My muscles have diminished due to my inability to eat well."
Tanaka gazed at him momentarily before nodding in understanding. Despite his affluence, he was cognizant of the hardships people endured.
"Why did you opt to journey to Japan?" Tanaka enquired as he made a turn, almost pulling Ian along.
"I've always craved to escape my small town," Ian shared. "There was too much animosity and ignorance. I wanted to attempt teaching English, but it didn't turn out how I envisioned. Additionally, I sought a girlfriend over here."
"So you imagined becoming a sex symbol overnight?" Tanaka teased.
Tanaka chuckled, and Ian expelled the breath he was holding in.
"I was joking. Times have been difficult for everyone, but the English educational system has deteriorated. It was better before, yet fresh teachers are quitting and companies aren't improving. How long have you been here?"
"Over a year," Ian responded with relief.
They boarded an elevator and Tanaka pushed a button for the top floor.
"I'd like to remain another year to see if things mend. If not, I'll explore other nations. I thoroughly enjoy writing and vlogging. I've seen a few of Blakey's TikToks as we both share content about Japan."
"That's fantastic. I commend your optimistic outlook. The majority would whine and surrender. You appear to be a diligent individual to work and vlog. How are things happening?"
"Professionally, not ideal. My vlog had been trending, but it's now stagnant. I feel too fatigued to perform any fun activities. The drop in views is becoming evident," Ian said.
Tanaka mulled it over introspectively before remaining silent. The elevator beeped, and they were ushered out to Tanaka's apartment. Ian was stunned by the colossal size. The entryway surpassed that of his own abode, and the opulent furniture and decor enveloped every corner of the floors and walls. The lounge area featured the biggest television Ian had ever witnessed. Not for the first time around Tanaka, Ian wondered about his line of work.
Feeling the massive hand of Tanaka on his shoulder, Ian let himself be led to the washroom, which was also larger than his minuscule apartment.
"I'll bring you a warm towel shortly," Tanaka assured. "If you'll give me your garments, I'll have someone fetch them for cleaning."
It suddenly hit Ian that he would be naked in this person's home.
"I'm convinced it'll be fine. I truly need to go home and alter my attire."
Tanaka's solemn demeanor conveyed defiance.
"Ian, you're unsanitary and filthy. You'll indeed alter your clothing. Disrobe so you can be cleansed. I won't remind you again."
Obeying Tanaka's assertive tone, Ian started shedding his clothes.
First, the tie and jacket were shed. The slightly stained shirt from a lack of proper cleaning and moldy trousers were discarded. Ian was then clad in a threadbare pair of boxer shorts. Tanaka raised an eyebrow and requested those as well. Ian complied, and Tanaka vanished, taking the garments with him.
Ian acknowledged the pleasant fragrance in the washroom. A blend of lavender and vanilla infused the room, and Ian started feeling more at ease. He didn't realize the scent intensifying, prompting him to sway. Two sturdy arms caught him and guided him to the shower. There, in a cubby on the wall, they placed him. He felt something pierce him in the back, but he could not be certain. Ian was aware of the water hitting him but was powerless to do anything. His mind emptied, and he relinquished control to the hands assisting him.
"It's time for your shower, Ian," Tanaka said and scrubbed him with a lilac soap.
"Hm," Ian mumbled groggily, shirking responsibility for his actions. Nonetheless, he was incapable of resisting Tanaka's skilled manipulation.
Wherever the soap touched, Ian's skin tingled, and the sensations permeated his entire body. Tanaka's adept hands caressed and cleaned every inch of Ian's physique. His muscles returned as they once were and his rigidity increased. His penis pulsated and enlarged to a colossal ten inches. Tanaka spread Ian's legs and cleansed his perineum and anus.
He fetched Ian, switched placements in the shower, and continued cleaning him with the same lilac soap. As Tanaka soaped his posterior, Ian's rear blossomed into the flawless, plump buttocks to match his now monstrous penis.
Tanaka's own dick wasn't shorter or softer. It was the golden penis of a Japanese man, standing proud and rigid. The tip, dark with rage, demanded worship. Tanaka's breathing became labored as he watched Ian's body transform. He once had a smoothly hairless frame, but now that had changed. Ian's hair grew in patches, and his scrotum filled out to match his developing figure.
Tanaka couldn't resist but kiss the guy humping on his lap. Their cocks collided as they fought for dominance. The contest for tonguing dominance eventually ended with Tanaka lifting and pinning Ian to the shower room ground, where he was conditioning his new plaything.
"You see this, Ian. You won't be able to match me, but you'll control others. You'll be my toy at my beck and call, but everyone will see you as the macho guy you are. No one, male or female, will attempt to refuse your carnal seduction, but you won't need to stress anymore about any woman."
Ian struggled to make sense of his new job. Competing emotions surged within him, but his infatuation with Tanaka's prick overcame his previous desires. Tanaka relocated back into the recessed alcove, shower water drenching both of them. Ian raised his head to look upon this master who ruled him. The man sported a firm cock, and accessing it was as easy as calling for it.
"Good boy," Tanaka remarked as Ian commenced down at the base of his erection and slid his mouth towards the spear's tip, caressing it with his tongue along the way. Droplets of precum pools and Ian promptly accepted it into his throat. Ian moved rhythmically, never letting Tanaka's prick depart. The man himself settled back in the alcove, his cock being rubbed by his newly-entitled servant.
"Ian, today you'll become gay," Tanaka spouted. "You'll only have sex with men. You'll only submit to me, but I'll be your master. You'll be the first of my army of studs. You'll please my men as they wait for more me. You'll complete every command and more."
Ian wrestled with this news. Contrasting emotions wrestled within his brain, yet his lust won over his fondness for breasts and vaginas. Tanaka exhaled as he saw Ian process this news.
"As of today, you're a homosexual. You'll fornicate with dudes. Only me shall you obey, and you'll be the inaugural stud in my updated group of loyal studs. You'll please the men as they lie in wait to worship me. You'll do everything I tell you to do."
The transformation in Ian's mind became apparent as he couldn't understand what Tanaka was saying past the suds and water swirling around them. Though he didn't fully understand his master's commands, his subconscious was absorbing them, storing them in his deepest thoughts.
"When I ejaculate down your gullet, your perspective will change. Your sole purpose will be serving me, generating pleasure for me, and maintaining my boys' happiness. You'll keep your blogging gig but also shoot and sell videos of yourself to draw more attention."
Tanaka focused on massaging Ian's head and then moved on to his face. Tanaka's gentle strokes spiraled into stiffness. A small goatee formed. It was simple, but undoubtedly appealing.
"When I export cum into your neck of the woods, you'll become a dim-witted, randy dupe ideal for creating content and having sex with dudes. Y'all will use a southern accent and wear flashy attire. You'll talk so foolishly that no Japanese person will attempt to teach you English, but you'll enlighten them on what it means to enjoy sex."
Tanaka intensified the manipulation of Ian's head.
Closer and closer Tanaka rushed towards his climax, grunting as he called Ian abusive names like "dumb hillbilly," "slut," and "bitch." Finally, he unleashed his hot lava down Ian's throat, and the message sank into Ian's subconscious, wiring his psyche accordingly.
After washing their wet bodies with actual soap, Tanaka gazed at Ian's hair, which now carried a light brown tone with purple interspersions. His eyes, illuminated by heartfelt devotion and admiration, rested upon the man before him.
"How do you feel, Ian?" Tanaka inquired.
"Well, master, I feel like I've got the same degree of happiness as a lemonade drink on a hot day," Ian said, with a country twang. "Might I suggest aiding me in sealing our agreement even further?"
A radiant smile plastered itself on Ian's face. Tanaka couldn't help but notice Ian handling his own large cock.
"I reckon that's a wonderful notion!"
Ian wasted no time in feasting on his master's member. The raspy moans of the substantial, unintelligent country boy worshiping his cock became pleasant music to his ears. The reverberations of the groans of delight emanating from both men purged any other sounds.
With no regard for time, Tanaka hoisted Ian up to interlace their lips. He seized the man and pegged him down. Although a strict top, Tanaka didn't hoard the pleasure. He navigated his way down Ian's torso, paying particular attention to his hairy nipples. After bestowing his latest toy with delight, it was time for Tanaka to retrieve his prize. He maneuvered his way down Ian's abs, savoring the trail of hair leading to his objective – Ian's virgin opening.
Thanks to the purple soap, Ian's aperture was revamped to be so much more receptive to a random slut on the street. Tanaka seized Ian's leg to remove it from the path and relished the taste of the outcome of his efforts. Tanaka's tongue contacted Ian's opening, and the stud writhed in rapture. The more he licked, the more Ian wrapped his limbs around Tanaka.
"Spread your legs, whore," Tanaka ordered. "It's time to be penetrated."
Ian spread his legs and smirked, showcasing his broad grin. Tanaka observed his latest acquisition. He preferred the delicate smoothness of Blakey, but he desired somebody more masculine at times. Tanaka was breathing heavily, and the overpowering desire was beginning to assume control.
Inserting three fingers into Ian's altered rectum to ensure that Ian was primed, Tanaka smiled at the velvety softness of Ian's rear. He aligned his overflowing cock at Ian's entrance and cautiously inched his way in. Quickly, he would be able to enter with effortlessness, but he appreciated breaking in his stud.
Ian felt the massive phallus penetrate him gradually. Consuming this new sensation, the nanites transformed his anus to yearn for the most pleasurable thing known to him: being penetrated. He released giddy moans of joy as Tanaka sunk to his depths. Ian's hefty member dripped copious volumes of cum. It seeped onto his abs and onto the bed, causing dark shadows on the glistening black sheets.
Tanaka pounded relentlessly and eagerly. Despite being on the inverted position with Tanaka's substantial frame thrusting into him, Ian humped in retaliation to allow his master greater access and to selfishly opt for his spot to be hit even more persistently.
"Please! Harder," Ian begged.
In response, Tanaka became even more powerful. As the climax approached, Tanaka increased his speed significantly to Ian's delirium.
"Once this is over, you'll be addressing me as 'Daddy, boy," Tanaka stated. "My subordinates will always regard me as 'Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy. Everything you wish," Ian responded in haste. "Please fill me with your cum. Mark me as your property!"
"Anything my brat wants," Tanaka replied, lying on Ian's torso and murmuring into Ian's ear.
Tanaka rammed one final time and ejaculated. Fountains of sperm gushed and permeated Ian's innards. Ian cried out in rapture and ejaculated as well. Both men recuperated and gazed into each other's eyes. The cum trickled from Ian's backside and down his torso, yet no one made any attempt to clean the mess.
"Finding you was one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life," Tanaka affirmed.
"Do you mean that, Daddy?" Ian inquired.
"I'll have many subs in the future, but you'll always be one of my favorites."
The pair snuggled further into the bed and dozed off. The thumping of one of Tanaka's guards allowing Blakey into the room was heard.
"Ah! You had a good time without me," Blakey complained. Tanaka smiled and coaxed the pink-clad twink to join them. It was a hectic day for the three of them.
One month later.
"Hey babes," Blakey greeted. "Ian and I are going on a getsaway with Daddy today. Ian come say something."
The rustic country boy walked into frame, adorned in a flannel shirt with the first few buttons undone and tightly fitting pants. His sky-blue eyes complemented the shirt, while the cowboy hat Tanaka had instructed him to wear for the day was perched on his head.
"Hi all," Ian said. "We hope you're doing well today. Ian and I will be hosting a bunch of new buddies soon. Link is in the bio!"
Blakey attempted to look vexed, but it only accentuated his endearing cuteness.
"Hey! No advertising your lives unless you're going to advertise something else!" He remarked with a pouty whine.
"Don't worry dear, I'll make certain you're filled with satisfaction later," Tanaka said, feeling slightly guilty for reminding him.
"Off we go. I can't have Daddy getting upset," Ian remarked, bidding farewell with a wink.
Blakey concluded the live and followed after the latest addition to his Daddy's stable of men.
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