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Daigo Dojima was, without a doubt, an incredibly handsome and charismatic man. Girls swooned over him. Punks followed him around like lost puppies. He was a guy who was both the life of the party but still cool-headed.
That’s why he was chosen as the number one host in Sotenbori. He was remarkably popular, getting requests left and right. Of course, it was all just business. But ladies sent him love letters and gaudy gifts, confessing their undying love for him. The other hosts were jealous of Daigo’s fast acclaim, barely making half the amount of sales he made each night. Daigo never communicated with the other hosts outside of work. He barely even went on dates with customers. He would usually just go to work then disappear as soon as he clocked out.
It was raining one night in Osaka. A large, intimidating blonde man stood outside the flashy host club, looking at a picture on his cell phone he held in one hand and a bag in the other. He smirked as he looked up, admiring the building before stalking through the silver doors.
He rubbed his boots on the welcome mat, looking around. It was a fairly elegant lounge, velvet seats and sparkling chandeliers. Handsome hosts were conversing with women, entertaining them and getting them worked up.
“Welcome, sir.” The man turned towards the counter to see a young guy bowing. “My name is Riyo. How may I help you? Are you interested in becoming a host?”
The man shook his head. “Nah. I was wonderin’ if I could find a host to keep me company? ”
Riyo’s eyes widened, turning his head slightly in confusion. “Y-you want to request a host ?”
The man glared down on Riyo, making the boy shudder. “What, is that a problem?” He gripped the handle of the katana in his possession.
Riyo gulped and laughed nervously. “Aha… of course not! Nothing wrong at all…” Riyo cleared his throat and pulled out a pamphlet from under the counter. “Is there a host in particular you would like to request?”
The man picked up the pamphlet, skimming through it until he slammed the pamphlet down, pointing at one of the host’s pictures. “Him. I came all the way down to Sotenbori just to see him.”
Riyo nodded. “Ah, Daigo. He is the top host in the club. He’s very popular, which means his price is slightly higher for half an hour—”
Before Riyo finished, the man threw a whole bag his way, landing on the counter with a loud thud that made Riyo flinch.
Riyo was completely dumbfounded. The man smirked as he took back the bag before Riyo could open it to look inside. “How much time will I get with him with this much?”
Riyo’s hands were shaking and he just laughed nervously. “A-as much time as you need, sir! Let me just g-get everything prepared…” Riyo ran off in a scurry as the man rolled his eyes.
Daigo was laughing and sipping on drinks with two women, leaning back on the velvet couch with his arms around them.
Riyo approached them and bowed, obviously jittery. “Daigo, you’re being requested right now.”
Daigo sighed obnoxiously. “Right now ?”
“Yes, right now.” Riyo said firmly. He looked around him before leaning in to whisper. “The customer has dropped a whole bag of money, probably at least…” Riyo counted on his fingers as Daigo sighed in annoyance. “...five million yen just to see you.”
Daigo laughed. “You sure about that? You know, you’re not exactly the brightest bulb in the chandelier, Riyo…” The women laughed along with him.
Riyo glared daggers at him. “I just know there’s lots of money in there.”
Daigo’s expression immediately became serious, shooing away the women as he leaned forward. “Who is this woman? A celebrity or something?”
Riyo’s face flushed as he laughed nervously. “Well, uh… not exactly a woman, per se…”
“Ehh?” Daigo had a confused look on his face, but after considering the amount of money this mysterious person spent just for him, he shook his head and decided to deal with it. Woman or not, five million yen was definitely a hell of a lot.
“Alright, whatever. Send whoever it is up here, VIP section.” Daigo straightened his tie. “Get someone to clean up this booth before I start screaming.”
“Yes, sir…” Riyo said with a bow, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he scurried back downstairs.
The man checked his watch and tapped his foot impatiently. Riyo hurriedly came up to him, bowing. “Everything is ready, sir. Please, follow me upstairs to the VIP section.”
The man laughed. “VIP, huh?” He followed Riyo up the lit staircase, the floors decorated with glossy black tile, to a special booth around the corner.
Riyo bowed. “E-enjoy…” He scurried away like a frightened mouse as the man rolled his eyes. He opened the curtain to see the handsome host, dressed in a black suit, dark hair shaggy and a bit disheveled.
The man smirked. “Well, well, well… I must say, ya look even better than the photos.”
Daigo bit his lip and rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m flattered.”
The man sat down beside Daigo on the couch, making himself comfortable. “What’s your name?” Daigo asked.
“Goda Ryuji,” the man said. “Just Ryuji is fine.”
“Charmed to meet you, Ryuji. I’m Daigo, but you must have already known that,” he said with a nod, as Riyo arrived with a cart full of drinks. “H-here are the drinks…! Have fun!” He ran off as Ryuji chuckled. “This all for us?”
Daigo shrugged. “Guess so. You paid quite a lot of money just to see me. I suppose unlimited drinks on the house is a benefit.” Daigo poured two glasses of Gold Champagne, having a toast with Ryuji as the two drained their drinks. “But let’s get something straight, Ryuji. I am definitely not easy.”
Ryuji held up his hands in surrender. “Wouldn’t think ya would be, considering you're the top host here.” He reached into the cart for the platter of vegetables.
“So, why did you spend so much money just for me?” Daigo asked as the two ate. Ryuji wiped his mouth. “I came down to Sotenbori after seeing your profile on the internet. I thought you were a real cutie, I had to come see my fantasy boy in the flesh.”
Daigo chuckled. “That’s quite a bold statement. I’m your fantasy boy?”
Ryuji shifted a bit closer, his hand resting on Daigo’s knee. “Ya sure are.”
Daigo was going to inform Ryuji about the ‘ no physical contact ’ policy, but it was just a small gesture, plus, the curtain was closed. But he wasn’t going to let himself fall for him.
Daigo sipped on his champagne as he changed the subject, gently shifting to move Ryuji’s hand away from his knee. “So what do you do for a living, Ryuji?”
Ryuji smirked as he leaned close to whisper in Daigo’s ear. “That’s for me to know and for you to figure out.”
Daigo was feeling kind of shy at this point, this man was very much exciting him, but he still wasn’t going to let his guard down. My first male customer… and he’s kinda making me feel hot… That’s a first. Usually I’m the one making the customer hot. Wait, no! Daigo, don’t fall so easily for his charm! Okay, relax. Deep breaths. Be cool.
“You’re pretty forward, Mr. Goda,” he teased. Ryuji chuckled, breathing in Daigo’s cologne. “Yeah, well, the night won’t last forever. Why don’t we…” Ryuji groped Daigo through his dress pants. “...have a bit of fun here, hmm?”
Daigo glared, swatting Ryuji’s hand away. “With all due respect, we have a ‘no sexual contact’ policy here,” he said sternly. Ryuji laughed. “You really play hard to get, Daigo. I like it,” Ryuji growled, seemingly more amused. “Aw, don’t make such a sour face. Here…” He gave Daigo a look that asked for permission to touch him, which Daigo responded with a hesitant nod.
Ryuji used two fingers to slightly tilt Daigo’s head back, the other gently pressing the bottle to his lips. Daigo drank all too willingly.
It was quite a submissive action from Daigo, definitely a change in dynamics from what he was used to.
Ryuji chuckled as he put the glass down on the table, Daigo clearing his throat and wiping his mouth. “See? Ain’t it nice?” Ryuji went back to stroking Daigo’s knee, giving him a smoldering look. “Wonder what else those lips of yours can do…”
Daigo’s eyes widened at Ryuji’s words, coughing violently while the other simply laughed.
Daigo gulped. This is going to be more difficult than I thought…
The rest of the night was filled with more small talk, flirty banter, occasional sexual advances from Ryuji, and of course, glasses of liquor.
“Are ya free after this, Daigo?” Ryuji asked, thumb stroking the back of Daigo’s neck. He bit his lip, feeling a bit more flirty after all those drinks. He gently took Ryuji’s wrist and removed the man’s hand from his neck. “I may be, I may be not. Why do you ask?”
Ryuji eyed Daigo up and down. “I was thinkin’ maybe we could…get to know each other a little better…” Ryuji’s lips were close to Daigo’s neck, lips teasingly close to grazing against his skin. “...Somewhere where we don’t have to worry ‘bout some ‘no sexual contact’ BS.”
Daigo playfully scoffed. “I wonder what tonight would have been like if the club didn’t have any policies like that.”
Ryuji chuckled and whispered to Daigo. “Well, let’s just say that you would be tied up and screamin’ my name, begging for me to let ya cum.”
Daigo reddened, nearly doing a spit take as Ryuji moved back and laughed. Daigo cleared his throat. “Like I’d ever let you do that…!” He said with a swift head turn. Ryuji downed another glass of champagne. “This stuff’s great. Best champagne I had in a long ass time.”
“Mmhmm,” Daigo agreed with a nod. “I think I’ll have some more,” he said as he leaned over Ryuji to reach the bottle. Ryuji smirked as he got a look of Daigo’s ass. He reached out to grab it and Daigo let out a sound that was a combination of a gasp and a moan as he nearly dropped the bottle on the floor.
“Damn, sorry ‘bout that. Couldn’t help myself when ya got your goods right under my eyes like that.” Daigo looked behind him and glared at Ryuji before sitting back down and taking a swig straight from the bottle.
Ryuji raised a brow. “Damn, ya sure love to drink…”
Daigo chugged the rest of the bottle, Ryuji watching in fascination and awe as the younger man tilted his head way back and gulped repeatedly. Daigo finally slammed the bottle down on the table, his face red. “Woo! That was something,” he said with a laugh. “I think we may need to open up another bottle.”
Ryuji handed him another bottle of champagne, opening it up as Daigo grabbed it from him, drinking straight from it before slamming it down again, exhaling deeply.
Ryuji bit his lip. “You alright, there?”
Daigo peeked at him from behind his bangs, crawling towards before he straddled Ryuji, his knees on either side of his lap. Ryuji’s eyes widened. “I’m just fine and dandy…” Daigo whispered, wrapping his arms around Ryuji’s neck who simply chuckled and held onto his hips.
Daigo then shifted curiously. “Hmm, someone’s excited,” he mused as he grinded against Ryuji’s crotch, whimpering slightly.
Ryuji growled. “Why don’t we take this back to your place, hmm?” He whispered in Daigo’s ear. “I’ve had enough small talk. I wanna do lotsa naughty things to you, pretty boy.” Daigo responded with a hiccup and a laugh, climbing off of him and sitting back down in his seat. “Yeah right, I told you! I’m not falling for you that easily.”
“We’ll see,” Ryuji muttered under his breath, slightly irritated by Daigo’s teasing.
Daigo drank even more with Ryuji’s encouragement, becoming more unsteady and lightheaded.
“Woah, I’m so dizzy,” Daigo slurred with a laugh.
Ryuji chuckled. “Wow. You’re real wasted, pretty boy. Maybe I need to complain to ya manager ‘bout some shitty service.”
Daigo swatted him on the arm. “Fuck you! I’m the best host! The number one host…” Daigo hiccuped. “...In Soten… soten… uh…”
Ryuji shook his head. “Man, ya really are fucked.”
Daigo simply crossed his arms and pouted. Ryuji continued to take sips from his glass until Daigo interrupted him. “Ryuji, I feel terrible… Can you bring me home? I’ll give you a discount if you do…”
“Nah, no discount needed. I’ll be damn delighted to bring ya home, pretty boy.” Ryuji winked as Daigo glared at him. “Don’t you dare even think about pulling anything!”
The trip back to Daigo’s apartment was challenging, nonetheless entertaining for Ryuji. Daigo was pretty much hammered, using Ryuji as a crutch as the larger man basically dragged him down the streets of Sotenbori.
Once they made it to Daigo’s room, Ryuji threw him on the couch as Daigo winced. “Just get some rest,” he said. Daigo groaned.
“Whad'ya want now?” Ryuji spat. Daigo beckoned him over. “I’m thirsty.” Ryuji rolled his eyes, looking around the room to see an bottle of brandy on the coffee table. He handed it to Daigo as he immediately grabbed for it, opening it and glugging before Ryuji took it away from him with a chuckle. “Relax, don’t want ya finishing it all.” He set it back down, and immediately began to ravish Daigo, the two men exchanging sloppy kisses, hands roaming each other everywhere as Ryuji shook off his jacket, throwing it somewhere behind him.
“We… shouldn’t do this…!” Daigo slurred. “I am… not just one of your whores…! I’m the b-best host in… saucy berry!”
Ryuji rolled his eyes as he palmed Daigo’s hardness through his pants. “Well, seems like this says otherwise.” He dived back in to leave bites and sucks on Daigo’s neck, undoing the jacket buttons of the man below him. Daigo only moaned, not even attempting to stop the man on top of him.
“Damn, I’m parched,” Ryuji commented after finally undressing Daigo’s torso. He grabbed the bottle of brandy off the coffee table beside them. “Ya mind if I have some of this? You’re so cute, I’m gettin’ real thirsty.”
“Mmm, whatever, just hurry…” He whined, Ryuji taking a swig before sighing and wiping his mouth. “Eager, are we? Here, you should drink some more too,” Ryuji said, smirking as he pressed the bottle to Daigo’s lips, pouring as Daigo drank, staring up at Ryuji.
Though Daigo already was pretty tipsy from the host club, he swallowed and swallowed the brandy Ryuji was giving him.
Ryuji pulled back, resting the bottle on the table again. “You must love it when I make ya drink like this.” Daigo didn’t have the proper judgement to make a snarky comment at the moment, simply pawing at Ryuji’s chest motioning for him to do more. Ryuji laughed, pulling up his shirt and over his head to toss it behind him to join his jacket, wherever it was.
“Like what ya see, pretty boy?” Ryuji asked him with a cocky expression. He tilted Daigo’s chin up with his finger, chuckling. “You’re gonna go crazy over what I’m ‘bout to do to ya.” Ryuji pulled Daigo’s dress pants off with a swift motion.
Daigo’s mind and body was being possessed by the alcohol and hormones running through his blood, becoming completely submissive to Ryuji’s commands. Ryuji flipped Daigo around onto his stomach, picking up Daigo’s tie from the floor. He forced Daigo’s hands together, using the tie to tightly wrap around his wrists, finishing it off with a tight triple knot.
He climbed off of Daigo. “On the floor,” he snapped, Daigo obligingly getting on the carpeted ground, standing himself up on his knees, trying to balance himself.
Ryuji smirked. “Very good. Sucha’ fuckin’ obedient cute thing…” Ryuji began to unbuckle his belt, undoing his pants as Daigo watched. Ryuji pulled out his large cock, Daigo’s eyes widening.
It was quite an impressive sight. Ryuji’s cock was definitely what you would have expected it to be, thick, long… most likely ten inches long or perhaps more. It was the type you would almost describe as perfect.
“Heh, better close that mouth or I might do something like…” Ryuji rubbed his cock on Daigo’s tongue, Daigo opening his mouth wider, looking up at Ryuji wantonly. “...This? But hell, it seems like ya want it.”
Ryuji hummed as he tilted his head to the side, experimentally slapping his cock on Daigo’s tongue as Daigo closed his eyes. Ryuji chuckled. “Hmph, just a pretty little cockslut. And here I almost thought, coming all the way down to Sotenbori to see the prettiest host in the city, I’d get more action from you than acting like a lousy whore.”
I am not just a lousy whore, Daigo thought. Anger began to grow within Daigo, wanting to show Ryuji he was not a pathetic punk.
Daigo then took Ryuji’s cock with his lips, sucking from the tip then slowly licking the slit, as Ryuji slightly groaned. Daigo swirled his tongue all around the head before taking Ryuji’s dick in his mouth again, sucking his way down as far as he could.
Ryuji hummed. “Of course you can only make it midway, typical.” He rolled his eyes. Daigo once again took it as a challenge, glaring up at Ryuji as he took more of him down his throat, swallowing around him as he made his way further down. Though it was difficult for Daigo, he wasn’t going to give up so easily.
Daigo shut his eyes as he encouraged himself, taking Ryuji’s cock slowly as he finally felt hairs ticking his nose, breathing in the musk of the man as he pulled back, moving his mouth up and down, tip to shaft over and over as he used his tongue to slide under along.
“Damn, I may have misjudged you…” Ryuji muttered, laughing afterwards. “But I ain’t here to cum, no promises ‘bout you, though.” Ryuji used his foot to push Daigo’s chest, forcing him hard onto the ground as Daigo grunted.
He pressed his foot into Daigo’s chest deeper as Daigo groaned in pain. Daigo’s hands felt like they were stabbing into his back. “Eh? What’s with that expression?” Ryuji asked curiously, doing his pants back up. “Are ya uncomfortable? Heh. Well, I guess I could help ya out.” Ryuji took his foot off Daigo, only to walk around him and kick his side to roll him onto his stomach as Daigo groaned.
Ryuji walked around him again, forcing him to bend his knees as his ass was up in the air. “Cute,” Ryuji commented before picking up his covered katana off the floor. “Now…”
Ryuji spread Daigo’s ass cheeks, getting a good view of Daigo’s twitching hole. “Heh. For Sotenbori’s number one host, ya look real tight.”
Ryuji looked around and spotted some oil on Daigo’s coffee table, twisting off the cap and squirting some onto his fingers. He began to rub Daigo’s hole, Daigo shivering and whimpering as Ryuji slightly probed in and out. “You have such a cute hole, pretty boy. I must be blessed.”
Daigo just wiggled and whined as Ryuji continued to finger him with slick, slippery fingers. Daigo felt Ryuji pull his fingers out as he began to breathe in and out, anticipating whatever was to come.
Daigo heard Ryuji snicker behind him, and the sound of long squirts from the oil bottle.
Then Daigo felt it— oh my God , did he feel it.
Ryuji slowly shoved the oil covered katana inside of Daigo, thankfully with the cover on.
“Aah! R-Ryuji…!” Daigo screamed out, wanting to grip something, anything, but the restraints around his wrists wouldn't allow him to even move his hands from behind him.
Ryuji laughed loudly. “You’re not too bad, pretty boy. Probably one of the best I’ve been with,” Ryuji commented as he shoved his katana deeper inside him as Daigo gritted his teeth hard, tears escaping from his eyes.
“There are so many more things I’d love to do to ya, too bad the night’s nearly finished.” Ryuji quietly said with a sigh as he began to thrust the katana back and forth inside Daigo before hitting his spot, making him cry in pleasure.
Ryuji thrust back and forth again, hitting the same spot over and over as Daigo kept moaning and writhing, closing his eyes and whimpering almost to a melody.
Daigo couldn’t form words, only screams and groans as he bit his lip hard, his head completely blank.
“Ugh! I’m… f-fuck… oh fuck! ”
With another thrust, Daigo yelled out as he felt himself shoot his load hard, white liquid staining the carpet.
Ryuji pulled out the katana completely, smirking. Daigo took deep breaths, rolling onto his side and wiping his sweat as he looked up at Ryuji.
“What’s with that expression?” Ryuji asked.
Daigo bit his lip, his eyes sparkling. “Heh… Think I’ve f-fallen for you…” Were the words he managed to breathe out before passing out from exhaustion and the amount of alcohol he consumed earlier.
Ryuji squatted down, watching Daigo sleep with a peaceful expression on his face. “What a shame we couldn’t have had more fun, you’re a real cutie.” Ryuji smirked and chuckled, standing up. It’s really too bad the night had to end so soon, but I’m on a mission.
Ryuji dressed himself backup, cleaning up the mess he and Daigo made and tried to arrange the room to how it looked when they arrived there. He looked over to check on Daigo again, making sure the man was still asleep. He picked up Daigo’s pants off the floor before dressing them back on him, being careful not to wake the man.
Ryuji chuckled and shook his head, picking up his sack of money off the ground before exploring Daigo’s apartment.
As soon as Ryuji finished his business, he walked over to Daigo, smirking down at him. “See ya ‘round, Daigo Dojima. Nothing personal, just business.” he whispered before leaving the apartment.
The next morning, Daigo awoke to a massive headache, loss of feeling in his hands, and a chilly draught.
It took him a few moments to piece together the scenario he was in, before freaking out.
What the fuck happened to me?
Daigo tried to stand up, but his ass was in unbearable pain. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply before sitting back down on the floor, analyzing his surroundings.
Everything else seems pretty normal…
Soon, Daigo heard the door of his apartment bust open as he nearly had a heart attack. Two armed men in suits lining themselves in front of him. “Freeze!” Police officers?
“So, were you the one who robbed the Sotenbori Bank vault?” One of the men asked in an aggressive tone.
“I-what?” Daigo asked, blinking. His head was in too much pain to deal with the situation.
The man raised his gun, pointing it at Daigo as he motioned with his head for the other man beside him to search the apartment.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Daigo yelled.
The men came back into the room, carrying a pile of money stacks in his arms. “Sir, it’s here. Exactly twelve million yen.”
The man with the gun walked towards Daigo, forcing him up as he cut through the tie restraining his wrists, only to replace those restraints with metal handcuffs. “What the hell? I didn’t do anything! I don’t even have that much money!”
“Sir, you are under arrest…”
Daigo couldn’t even hear the rest of what the police officer was saying anymore, in complete and utter shock as the men brang Daigo and the money to their car. “I swear, I’ve been set up!”
On the way out of the building, people around were whispering and pointing, commenting about the ‘number one host in Sotenbori’ being a criminal.
As the police officer forced Daigo into the police car, Daigo looked around him and recognized a certain man, leaning against the wall and smirking his way.
Daigo suddenly had a revelation—recalling the events that happened the previous night.
Goda Ryuji.
The police officers buckled their seatbelts and began to drive, Daigo gritting his teeth as his body filled with rage. I swear on my life, you’re going to regret this, Goda Ryuji. I won’t rest until I get my revenge.