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(FIC) Quid Quo Pro
Title: Quid Quo Pro
Fandom: My Sexual Harassment
Pairing: Masataka/Kasunori
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mild BDSM
Summary: Set pre-anime. Honma is taught what it is to be an elite businessman.
Honma looked out the window of his new office, surveying the park below. He was the youngest manager of the computer company he worked for, having risen quickly through the ranks after his graduation from the prestigious college he’d attended. Smiling to himself, he sat by his desk in his comfortable new leather chair. When he’d graduated, he was surprised that he was able to get a high level job. The vice president of the company, Masataka Sawamura, was an alumnus of the college Kasunori had attended. He seemed impressed with Honma’s performance there, and had put in a good word for him. After he was hired, Mr. Sawamura had taken an interest in him, providing helpful guidance in his new career. Honma felt his superior must have played a role in gaining him the manager’s position he now held after the retirement of the previous manager. Even though Honma was a very capable man, and had proven himself thus, positions of power in this company weren’t usually granted to newcomers.
As Kasunori sat at his new desk, wondering how he could repay the man who had become his mentor, the phone rang. He picked up the phone, cradling it between cheek and shoulder, answering with a greeting.
“Kasunori, it’s me, Masataka.”
“Mr. Sawamura,” Honma responded, having to smile at how coincidental it was for the man to call when he had been thinking of him. “How are you this morning?”
“Now Kasunori, I’ve told you to call me more familiarly,” the man gently chastised, “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Of course, Mr. Sa… Masataka,” Kasunori answered.
“Kasunori, I was thinking about celebrating your new position. Why don’t we have a nice dinner together, just us friends. I know a great little restaurant that would be perfect.”
Honma smiled at his superior’s kindness. “That would be wonderful, Masataka.” Having powerful friends in the business world was fortuitous.
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Dinner was at a quaint Western-style restaurant. After a lovely dinner where the two chatted away, Sawamura invited Kasunori back to his penthouse apartment for a nightcap. Tomorrow was his day off, so Honma had no problem accepting the offer. The two entered the lavish apartment. Taking off his shoes at the entranceway, Sawamura fetched his guest a pair of slippers to use. The apartment was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. As the two made their way through the apartment, Masataka casually informed him that his wife and their two teenaged daughters were visiting relatives for the weekend. Upon entering the living room, Kasunori noticed a picture of the woman and the children among other photos on a case of shelves on one side of the room. She was a beauty, despite her age. In his mind's eye, Honma recalled meeting the woman last spring at a company event, as well as how her husband seemed so attentive towards her. She and Sawamura gave all appearances of being quite the devoted married couple.
Sawamura guestured to the couch, asking for Kasunori to sit as he retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses from the liquor cabinet in the room. Setting the wine glasses down onto the coffee table, Sawamura poured the golden liquid into them. He handed one glass to his young friend before taking a nearby seat on the couch. Sawamura watched the younger man raise the glass to his lips, sipping it with relish.
“This is wonderful,” Kasunori stated with a faint smile.
“I’m glad you like it,” Masataka responded. The man shifted closer to his young friend. “Kasunori,” the man started, gazing into his eyes, “I’ve always liked you.”
“I feel the same way, Masataka,” Kasunori answered, smiling.
Masataka continued, “That’s why when Tanaka retired, I suggested you as his replacement. You’ve shown a lot of potential, and I don’t doubt that you’ll continue to be a credit to this company.”
“I thank you for your kind words and your help, Masataka,” Honma replied, honest sincerity tinging his voice.
The older man set his wine glass on the table and regarded his junior. A wry smile spread across his face. “So you want to thank me, do you?” he asked Kasunori. “I think I know a way you could show your gratitude.” Masataka leaned toward him slightly, placing a hand on Kasunori’s thigh, sliding it upward. Honma startled at the gesture.
“M-Masataka!” Honma responded, flustered. “You’re married… and I’m not into that sort of thing!”
Sawamura chuckled, enjoying watching Honma's cheeks flush faintly. “It's refreshing that you can still be so naïve, Kasunori. Pleasure is pleasure, regardless of were you find it. And on the subject of my wife, why do you think she went away this weekend?”
Honma’s eyes widened. He could hardly believe what the other man was implying. “You mean, she knows about this?”
“Of course,” Masataka answered his startled young friend, “Yuzuriha and I have an understanding. As long as I am discrete, she doesn’t mind my affairs. She even prefers them to be men, since there is no potential for illegitimate children. I allow her dalliances as well.” Masataka continued as the younger man's brows knitted together, “It’s a partnership that we have. We’ve risen to the top together, and have both had our roles to play. It’s not that we don’t love each other, but there is something to be said for variety.”
He regarded his young friend with a look that held the promise of dark pleasures. “Kasunori, it’s not as though you have to thank me in this way. You are a very capable man. I’m sure you would have risen to the position you have now totally through your own merit. But why should you have waited years when there are much more efficient ways. All elite businessmen understand this. It’s time you opened up your mind, and stepped out of the realm of the ordinary. I could show you… if you let me.” Masataka took up stroking Kasunori’s leg again, sliding his hand upward toward the junction of hip and thigh to fondle his crotch. Kasunori startled, but didn’t move away as the older man leaned closer, capturing his lips in a demanding kiss. Kasunori gasped as Sawamura unfastened his pants to slide a hand inside, surrounding his member with stroking fingers. Masataka took advantage of his friend’s surprised arousal, deepening the kiss and pushing him back against the couch. Kasunori couldn’t believe how excited he was getting because of his friend’s ministrations. It was different from being with a woman. Masataka knew just where and how to touch him to get the maximal response. His friend had gone through a lot of effort to help him. And he was grateful for it. And what his friend was doing did feel awfully nice. He supposed he could give into what the man wanted… just this once.
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Kneeling on the floor a short time later, with his hands bound behind his back, Honma wondered how he’d gotten himself into such a strange predicament. His friend and superior, after molesting him in such an enjoyable way on the couch, had suggested that they move their activities to the bedroom. “I’ve got something I want to show you, Kasunori,” his friend had said, casting a glance back at him as he led Honma forward by a clasped hand. “It’s a fun game we can play.” The fun game consisted of Honma being bound with leather straps, clad only in his briefs while kneeling on the floor. Masataka had also put him in a leather harness-like contraption. He even had a collar around his neck that read 'pet.'
“I don’t want to gag you," Sawamura had said, "I want to hear what kind of sounds you’ll make.”
Masataka now stood before the young man sporting a black silk yukata with sakura petal accents. Honma wondered if he was wearing anything under it. Looking up, Kasunori noticed that the older man was holding something in one of his hands.
“You’re new to this type of thing, Kasunori,” Sawamura told him, “so I’ll start you off gently. Don’t worry.” The man knelt in front of his junior, opening his hand to show Honma two small clamp-like objects. They glinted in the light above.
“What are those for?” Honma asked, not sure if he liked the direction this game was headed.
With a pleasant smile, Masataka showed him. He tweaked one of the young man’s nipples until it stood up proudly, then closed the clamp on it. Honma jerked away somewhat, hissing in pain.
Masataka placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling the younger man back toward him. “Pleasure isn’t as sweet without the concept of pain,” Masataka instructed as he gave the other nipple the same treatment. “And pain can hold its own form of pleasure.” The older man grasped the two clamps, twisting somewhat, making the younger man squirm and try to shift away.
“D-don’t do that!” Kasunori protested, though he was beginning to feel strangely aroused.
“Relax, Kasunori. The fun’s just starting.”
Masataka slid a hand down Honma's belly and into his briefs, grasping the younger man's erection to stroke it firmly. He watched the young man’s heaving chest as his member hardened in his hand.
“You’re getting so wet,” Sawamura noted aloud as he wiped a thumb over the head of his cock, “You’re enjoying this, aren't you, dirty boy.”
Pushing Honma's underwear down far enough to expose the man, he leaned down to capture his friend’s erection with his lips, suckling the head before taking more inside. Kasunori groaned as the older man took him down to the base, milking him. He could count on one hand the number of times a woman had done this for him. Kasunori couldn't remember any of his girlfriends being as good as Sawamura was at the act. Honma moaned aloud, tilting back his head as his friend continued to suckle his erection expertly. Masataka smiled around his erection, reaching into the pocket of his yukata. He loved the sounds the young man was making, and wanted to be able to play with him for much longer. Grasping his member, Masataka fastened a cock ring firmly around the base of it.
Honma gasped as the object was slipped into place. “W-what’s that for?”
“The ring will let us play together for a long while. Don’t look so worried,” Masataka said, taking in Kasunori’s distressed appearance. He raised a hand to cup the younger man's chin. “I’ll take good care of you.”
Sawamura moved away toward the bed, retrieving a box out of the bottom nightstand drawer. He came back to where Kasunori knelt. As he opened the container, Kasunori could see what was inside. What appeared to be a vibrator, a tube of lubricant, various clamps, and what seemed to be large clear beads on a string, were among the contents. Masataka pushed him forward so that his face and shoulders were now against the soft carpeting, and his rear in the air.
“Nice view,” the older man remarked, “But these are in the way.” Grasping the side of Honma’s briefs between his hands, Masataka tore the material in half. Kasunori gasped as Sawamura did the same to the other side, tossing the material into the corner of the room. “Much better,” Sawamura remarked, kneeling behind the young man, “now I can see the naughtiest parts of you.”
Honma could feel the man’s warm breath on his lower back as Masataka began to place wet kisses there. Moving lower, he planted sucking kisses on both cheeks before spreading them with his hands and moving inward. Kasunori groaned as he felt the older man’s warm tongue laving his entrance. Squirming, he couldn’t believe what his superior was doing. It was so… dirty, and yet so enjoyable. Kasunori’s face warmed as it flushed, his erection throbbing in the confines of the ring. He rubbed his face and shoulders against the carpeting as he writhed.
“Nnnn, Masataka,” he moaned as the man pushed against his entrance with his tongue. “So good…”
“I’ll make you feel even better,” his friend paused to answer.
Sawamura lubricated his index and middle fingers, inserting one into the young man’s passage slowly. Honma frowned at the strange feeling. When a second finger was inserted, Kasunori grimaced at the uncomfortable sensation. Masataka could feel the young man clenching around his fingers at the intrusion. He rubbed circles on the young man’s lower back.
“Shh… relax Kasunori,” the older man said in response to the soft whimper from his junior, “Remember, pain can be its own pleasure.”
Breathing deeply, Kasunori began to relax, with his superior’s fingers scissoring inside him. The burning gave way to a strange, pleasant sensation. Masataka removed his fingers, reaching for the beads in the box. Kasunori felt a good deal of pressure at his entrance as Masataka began to press the first of the lubricated beads into his backside. The first two felt quite pleasant and had him moaning softly.
After Sawamura continued to press more inside of his passage, the feeling turned to a fullness that bordered on uncomfortable.
“Please, no more,” Honma said as the older man slid another bead inside him, “It’s starting to hurt… take them out.”
“No,” Sawamura responded firmly. “I’m trying to teach you, Kasunori.”
Masataka left the string inside him, with several beads remaining outside of the young man. He moved away to sit on the colorful comforter of the soft bed. He cast a dark glance at the young man. “Come here,” he commanded, beckoning.
Honma tried to push up from the carpeting. As he did, the beads shifted uncomfortably. “I-I can’t!”
“Then I guess I’ll have to punish you if you don’t want to play nicely,” the older man told him. Not wanting to know what Sawamura saw as punishment, Honma made more of an effort, pushing up onto his knees from the floor. Hands still bound behind him, he shifted forward slowly, crawling on his knees as the beads slid inside him. It felt uncomfortable, but at the same time, strangely pleasurable. He startled as the beads touched something in him that made him see stars and his member throb. The young man paused to moan and pant.
“Come on, Kasunori. Don’t make me wait.” Honma moved as quickly as he could until he was kneeling between the older man’s legs, perspiration beading on his skin.
“Such a good boy you are,” Masataka said while stroking his hair and face. “I’ll have to give you a treat.”
He leaned down to capture his junior’s lips in a probing kiss. Kasunori moaned into his superior’s mouth. Masataka pulled away with a wet sound. He opened his yukata enough to expose his erection. Grasping hold of it, he rubbed the weeping head against the young man’s lips. Honma tried to turn his face away, but the older man grasped him by his hair, pulling roughly. Kasunori yelped, and Masataka took advantage of this, sliding his member past his lips. He looked into Honma’s surprised eyes, stroking his cheek with his other hand sweetly. Honma finally started to suckle the man. Sawamura had done the same for him, hadn’t he? It wasn’t so bad. The other man started to groan as Kasunori suckled him. Holding the back of the younger man’s head, he began thrusting gently up into his mouth. Face flushing, Honma was embarrassed at how this treatment was exciting him.
Groaning, Sawamura said, “I can’t wait any longer, Kasunori.” Leaning over, he grasped the end of the string of beads, pulling them out in one motion. Kasunori cried out as his cock throbbed, the ring preventing his orgasm. The older man rose quickly from the bed, pushing Honma forward and down against it. With his knee, Sawamura nudged Kasunori’s legs apart, before pressing his member at the entrance of the younger man’s passage. Honma grunted as the older man thrust inside. The vice president continued to push until he was in to the hilt. Trembling, perspiration broke out over Honma’s face as he tried to relax.
“Aah,” Sawamura sighed in pleasure, “I can feel you grasping me, Kasunori. It’s as if you don’t want to let me go.” Masataka groaned as he began thrusting hard and deep into the young businessman. Honma tried to breathe as he was pounded into the mattress.
When his superior changed the angle of his thrusts, he saw stars. “Aah, Masataka!” Kasunori cried out. “It feels so good!”
Sweat running down his chest in tiny rivulets from exertion, Masataka panted, “I told you that you’d like it, Kasunori.” The older man reached around to stroke the other’s engorged erection. The pleasure began to become too much for the younger man. He needed release so badly, but the ring prevented it.
“Please,” Honma asked, “T-take off the ring.”
Masataka smirked as he plowed into the man below him, squeezing his erection firmly, earning a whimper from the young man, “I’m sure you can beg much better than that.”
“Please, Masataka… let me come… please let me!” At that, Sawamura unfastened the cock ring. A few thrusts later, Kasunori was screaming in orgasm, spilling his essence against the bed and onto the carpet. The older man was right behind him, emptying himself into the young man’s tight rear. He slumped against Kasunori as he tried to catch his breath.
“I knew you’d be delicious from the moment I first saw you,” Masataka murmured into Kasunori’s ear.
Throughout his career in his company, Honma continued to learn from Sawamura what it was to be an elite businessman, until Honma could impart his own knowledge to a junior of his own.
End
Tags: fan fiction, my sexual harassment, sawamura/honma
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