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Ten years of abstinence were sometimes hard to bear even for a man who had barely any time for himself between long shifts at work. He was a married man, his wife in hospital, so it wasn’t right to go around having fun when it was his fault that…
Well, that was in the past. They were still married, but officially separated and Rei was out of hospital and dating again, he was told. Still, Enji hadn’t thought it would be right for him to have fun after what he’d done… So, it took him some time to come to terms with the idea that he could date, that he could sleep with other people, and could have some fun without it actually counting as cheating…
That evening, Fuyumi called to talk about her day, and off-handedly she mentioned a name… Rei’s new partner. Enji had never seen him, hadn’t known he even existed, but now that he had confirmation that Rei wasn’t just dating again, but actually seeing somebody, it left him somewhat adrift. He wasn’t jealous, but he didn’t know how to handle it either. In a way, he’d been waiting for it. After ten years it was the freeing moment of knowing that it would be okay, whatever he’d do now but he didn’t know what to do.
That night, to any stranger he might have looked like a jealous ex-partner, drinking away unhappy thoughts. But that wasn’t it. Yes, he drank a lot – enough that his head ached the whole day after – and yes, he did go online and look up some porn. But he didn’t feel jealous, just adrift. He was a 47-year-old man, he’d never actually dated before - not even Rei, really - he wouldn’t know where to start, and he didn’t even know if that was what he wanted. The way his last relationship had ended, maybe dating was just not for him. Truth be told, even sex had never felt all that great to him. With Rei, it had been a necessity, an almost clinical affair, something with purpose. He hadn’t hated it, but it wasn’t all that fun either.
Not once during their relationship had they talked about what they liked or disliked, and they never slept with each other unless it was to make a child. And even then, there was no experimenting, barely any foreplay. It had been more of a chore and less a thing he was looking forward to. If he wanted to have fun, he’d regularly do it himself, when he was young, but he’d mostly stopped even that since Rei’s stay in the hospital. Not because he needed her to have fun, but because it felt like cheating, and Enji might not have been a good husband, but he’d always been loyal.
Even as a teenager, he’d never gotten into experimenting, not even on himself. He hadn’t even watched porn, instead, he’d bought magazines with pictures that hadn’t really done it for him. Sometimes he’d considered it, but whenever he was just seconds away from searching porn online, a deep sense of shame had overwhelmed him, and he’d stopped.
Now, it was the alcohol, and maybe the age that pushed him on. He lived alone in a huge house. Who was there to judge him if they caught him watching dirty clips? However, it also meant that even at 47 he didn’t even know where to look. And that was maybe the reason, why he went down a rabbit hole that night.
The first few videos he watched, were rather tame, he thought. He sat naked in front of his laptop and touched his cock that was so starved off attention, that it came awake with the slightest touch. More preoccupied with touching himself rather than watching the videos, he didn’t notice how the clip ended and a new one started. He wasn’t all that interested in the pictures onscreen he found. Just like the magazines, he found the videos didn’t really do it either. His cock was craving a good hard touch, so it didn’t need much stimulation, but it wasn’t the picture of naked women flailing on wet sheets that turned him on.
He’d picked the most unassuming clips. Tame sex, traditional power dynamics… He wasn’t yet ready to venture further and shrieked away from even trying. Yet, as the night progressed, Enji got bolder and with the added effects of alcohol and his unorganized venture through the depth of the internet, he soon landed on sites much less tame.
He stopped touching himself then. Eyes glued to watch the depravities on-screen, Enji had his hands buried into the sheets, fingers digging into the mattress to keep himself from acknowledging the fact that his cock was achingly hard and dripping just from watching. Even with the alcohol, there was shame there, but also an unknown sense of adventure and bravery that made him watch the clip to the end and not turn away in scandalous disgrace.
Was he ashamed that he liked what he saw? Or ashamed of his own shame? He didn’t even know, but he kept drinking, as it was the only thing that kept him able to shove that sense of degradation away and instead acknowledge his deep-rooted desire to be part of these clips, to have these things happen to him. Yet, he didn’t even dare touch himself yet.
Cock sensitive and achingly alive, he had cum, over his bedsheets entirely without touching, and then, at the height of his alcohol-induced stupor, he did something he wouldn’t remember the next day.
He didn’t remember until two days later when he got an email from an address with a rather scandalous slogan telling him, they’d matched him with a Dom, giving him both a datasheet with the information of said Dom and the link to a chatroom. Enji didn’t know how to react to it. He didn’t even know what a Dom was, and yet apparently, according to that mail, he had registered his name to an internet platform searching for one.
~
Hawks had all but forgotten about his specific request for Kankon Services when he got the email. He was coming home from a long meeting with the other top heroes, ogling Endeavor – as he was prone to doing these days, unable to get his eyes off the man – when he checked his emails and found the message in his spam folder.
It had taken almost a year. He’d forgotten about it after only a few months, giving up on his very specific wishes to ever land a match with the website but he hadn’t taken his name off their service. So, when he opened the email, he felt a healthy mix of both curiosity and skepticism.
His skepticism wasn’t in regard to the service itself; he’d used it often enough. After all, he was a hero, he had no time for a long-term partner, but still, he had needs and desires. And if he wanted to live out his kinkier tendencies, he should do it anonymously. Oh, the public outcry, if people knew about his more depraved desires.
He knew that there were rumors out there about him being gay, about him being a lovely little submissive. But it was best to keep these things to just rumors. After all, popularity was the bread and butter of his job, and if the HPSC had taught him anything, then not to let his private desires hinder his career. And at the end of the day, the vast majority of the country was still rather conservative, and he was keenly aware that a lot of female fans specifically imagined themselves in relationships with him, so finding out that Japan’s Number Two was a gay man who liked to give and take a good whipping in the bedroom could destroy his career. And that would just be scratching the surface…
It annoyed him because in general a person’s sex life was and should be private, so why would it even concern the public. But he knew, when it came to heroes, there were certain expectations he needed to fulfill. Boxes to neatly fit in. In their eyes, he was but a pigeon and there was a perfect pigeon-hole for him.
So, whenever he needed some fun, he used Kankon Services because they might not be the safest in terms of instructions and sex-ed, but there was nothing better in terms of personal data security. For the most part, he had made positive experiences, until he put in this one request.
Then nothing…
He didn’t know what he’d thought that time when instead of looking for a Dom or a Switch as he was used to doing, he looked for a Sub. A submissive Sub… There were ideas in his mind, things he wanted to do, and even with all his prior experience, he didn’t do them before, because there was a very specific person, he wanted to do them to. In his mind, when he imagined it, when he masturbated to it, it was always Endeavor, bound, disgraced, humiliated in front of him. It was a fantasy that for years he barely dared to acknowledge, because what did it say about him, that he saw his idol like that. The man who’d saved him from a life of abuse. What said it about Hawks, if he wanted to hurt that person? Never mind, what would Endeavor think? Sometimes he could barely look him in the eyes, knowing that if Endeavor knew the first thing about his foul fantasies, he’d turn away in disgust…
But he was older now, and able to acknowledge his desires, able to play them through with somebody else, even if it would never be as good as the real deal. Sadly, even as he managed to shake off his last shreds of shame, he’d forgotten about a few minor details… Most importantly the fact, that there were not many Subs who wouldn’t only be willing to accept the levels of pain and humiliation he wanted to inflict, but who also – more importantly – fit the specific body type.
Hawks was a big fan. He knew Endeavor’s body measurements inside out. So, when he put in the request, he had a very specific idea about the person he wanted to meet. It wouldn’t be Endeavor, but they’d wear masks anyway, and with the right body, he could just imagine the rest.
He’d never seen Endeavor naked of course. The most exposed he’d ever seen him was the knee-long thin hospital gown – and even then, Hawks hadn’t focused on his body. No matter how much he fancied the man, he knew it would be inappropriate to check him out while he was sick, or injured, and unable to shield himself from such advances. So, he’d guessed penis length, and maybe somewhat exaggerated. He also specified that he wanted his partner scarred…
He’d wanted too much, and for months the only person who was matched to him was somebody who’d lied about their size. Hawks still had fun with the guy, but it wasn’t what he’d wanted and since then he’d become a little skeptical.
Especially now, as he scrolled through the information Kankon Services provided him about his Sub. This man was perfect. According to his data, he was an Adonis made flesh. He didn’t just somewhat fit the measurements, he matched them exactly. Hawks' eyes scanned over the numbers, and then stopped at the Penis size. The numbers were unprecise. Roughly, the Sub had written, instead of just giving a number. But if this rough estimation was honest, he was huge. Dick size, Hawks had thought, would be the most difficult to match, as he’d only guessed it and exaggerated quite a bit, but this man matched it in length and even surpassed it in width.
He was perfect. Even scarred. Heavily, it said. If he put on a mask, just going by measurements alone, it would be an easy thing for Hawks to imagine Endeavor in his place.
With some trepidation, he scrolled down to the man’s own preferences and stopped short.
Woman.
He’d asked for a woman. He must have ticked the box that he’d be open for suggestions outside his preferences, or Hawks wouldn’t have matched with him at all. Disappointed, Hawks scrolled further down to the kinks and noted with muffled excitement, that he’d ticked every box. He’d left nothing out, not even Severe Pain. Hawks assumed he just took the Select All option. Which was a problem. Hawks didn’t like that they offered the box but that was the problem with Kankon Services. They were entirely anonymous you didn’t even get to see the other person’s face… but they weren’t safe for beginners.
The Sub was perfect. Only one problem… Hawks already felt the disappointment pooling in his gut, when he entered the chat room. He picked a name for himself, deciding to give it a shot. The other person had already accepted the invitation and chosen a username. Clearly an automatically generated one: PurpleMackerel214. It didn’t mean anything. Surely it didn't mean that this apparently straight man, was willing to do it with another man. Enough people never read the datasheet completely, just checking for kinks or something that was important to them and leaving it at that.
Master K: “Hi. I just read your information. You said you’re interested in women, I’m a guy, is that okay?”
Waiting expectantly, he put his phone on the kitchen counter to get himself something to eat. He found chicken wings in the freezer and quickly put them in the oven, glancing at his phone as he worked. No reply yet.
The wings needed 20 minutes. When the oven pinged, he pulled them out and checked the phone again. Still nothing. A bit impatient, he picked it up again to type.
Master K: “It’s a little awkward. I don’t know why Kankon does that. I mean sure, matching people up, even if it’s not exactly preference makes sense, but gender isn’t just a preference, right? :’D”
He got impatient, as he ate. Then he watched a movie, still nothing. He should go to bed.
Master K: “I don’t mind if you don’t want to. I get it. Just say the word and I’ll leave. Bet there are a ton of other six foot four Subs around…”
It wasn’t really the Sub-part that was the problem. There weren’t many men that tall in all of Japan, never mind kinky gay submissives that big… And even then, finding someone who fit, wasn’t impossible. It was the other part that was difficult. For whatever reason, Hawks had gotten quite attached to the idea of scars. Of course, Endeavor had scars, he couldn’t pretend he was fucking Endeavor if there were no scars.
When there was still no reply late into the night, Hawks went to bed frustrated. The stranger must have left the chatroom, he reasoned, though the App still showed him as active. Didn’t really matter. The man was 45+ according to his datasheet, so he maybe forgot to close the App and had it running in the background. The idea attracted Hawks even more to this particular man. He could see Endeavor do that, failing to properly disconnect from a chatroom…
Shame, he clearly wasn’t gay and unwilling to experiment. Not willing to give up completely, Hawks decided to give him a few more hours. As long as the man hadn’t disconnected from the chat, he could technically still answer, after all.
That night, when Hawks fell asleep, he dreamed of a stranger in a neatly fitting balaclava, and that aside naked like the day he was born, scars on pale skin, rippling muscles, strained as he fought the restraints, cock thick and long and erect with precum dripping out. In his dream, the stranger had sharp blue eyes and whenever Hawks fists rammed into him, a deep and grumpy grunt slipped past his lips.
He woke up to a hard cock, dripping in excitement, and a message on his phone.
PrupleMackarel214: “When and where?”
Hawks snatched the phone excitedly. A wide grin spread over his lips.
Master K.: “Let’s establish some basic relationship: When and where, MASTER”
Purple Mackerel214 is typing.
Hawks grinned happily. Yes! He was in, that guy was perfect and willing to experiment. He couldn’t believe his luck.
PurpleMackerel214 sent a grumpy frown. Perfect! This man was perfect!
PurpleMackerel214: “When and where, Master?”
Master K: “Read your kinks. Do you have all the stuff?”
PurpleMackerel214 was typing for a long time now, before: “No.”
Hawks grinned, imagining, how he had slowly typed out all the things he owned and didn’t own, only to backtrack and give the simple answer.
Master K: “No, Master.”
PurpleMackerel214: “No, Master.”
Master K: “You wanted Slave/Master, right?”
He had checked it in the kinks, but still, Hawks wasn’t certain, if the stranger had read everything. PurpleMackerel214 took a moment to reply.
PurpleMackerel214: “It’s fine, Master.”
Well, that sounded ominously vague. Hawks frowned but decided to take the answer at face value. They could still talk about the specifics when they met.
Master K: “I have some of the stuff, but I can buy the rest no problem.”
PurpleMackarel214: “Do you want me to help with paying?”
PurpleMackerel214: “Master”
Hawks had to snort at that.
Master K: “No need, I can afford it. I’m in Fukuoka, can you come here? Would be easiest.”
PurpleMackerel214: “I can come over, Master. I need to work the rest of the week.”
He felt a pang of regret then. Even though he had to work as well, he couldn’t wait to meet his Sub.
Master K: “That’s fine. Me too. Want to do it next week already.”
PurpleMackerel214: “Yes as soon as possible.”
PurpleMackerel214: “Master”
~
Enji’s fingers trembled as he wrote. What was he thinking? And yet, his hands typed all on their own. He typed short messages, even shorter than his usual because he knew, if given the chance, he’d chicken out. But he wanted this. He was surprised at how much he wanted this.
He hadn’t thought much about it when he found the email. Clearly, he just couldn’t handle his liquor well. He’d been able to follow his browser history to all the dirty little sites and videos and pictures he’d found, and he felt shame choking his throat just thinking back at it.
Apparently, that night he’d been very drunk, but not too drunk. He’d watched a lot of gay porn, he realized now, and yet, when he somehow found his way to Kankon Services, he told them he was searching for a woman. Clearly, the website hadn’t cared what he was searching for, instead, they’d given him a boy. A young man about Rei’s height – He’d given them Rei’s estimated measurements. He didn’t even know why. Out of habit, he assumed.
The mere thought was scandalous, and yet, his index finger had still found the link to the chatroom. They offered him to download the App, but he didn’t. No way would he let such debauchery on his phone where anybody could see it if he ever lost it. The sheer panic he felt at the idea that anybody might see and find out the kinds of things he’d moogled that night… It made him almost click out of the chatroom again as soon as he arrived.
Master K came in only minutes later. Enji saw him type, and then his message… And of course, he had to start with that message, which made Enji close down his phone and ignore it for the rest of the day. Why did he have to ask that of all things?
Enji knew of course. It was an important thing to ask about. Whatever the Service providers thought to treat gender preference the same as size preferences? Of course, it would be the first question he was asked. Judging by his datasheet – a survey Enji had filled out drunk out of his mind, and he didn’t even know what exactly he’d ticked there – Enji was a straight man… He wouldn’t be interested in…
Enji WAS a straight man. He WASN’T interested in men.
But then, why had he even accepted the invitation to the chatroom? It would’ve been so easy. He could’ve ignored the invite, deleted the email, and never thought of it again until maybe they send him a woman that fit his description…
And then he’d delete that too because his browser history quite clearly proved that that wasn’t what he was interested in. So that meant…
It meant nothing! Because Enji wasn’t gay. He was 47 years old, and if he hadn’t been gay the last 47 years, why would it suddenly change overnight? It was probably just a post-breakup-depression. He was sure he could find a psychologist to agree, that that’s what it was. His marriage had failed, his wife had separated, and he needed a break from women. He’d pay a psychologist to agree to that, even if he knew it was absurd because he’d already taken a break from women. A ten-year break to be exact. And even before that, he hadn’t been overly into women…
But that did not mean that he was gay. He rationalized it to himself. Porn was porn, after all, it was meant to turn people on, it wasn’t the real thing. Just cause, he liked the look of gay porn, didn’t mean he’d like the thing itself, right? And he didn’t really want gay sex anyway, he wanted to be hurt and humiliated and—
That was worse! It was depraved, and abnormal, and NOT what he had ever wanted. And yet, even when Master K gave him every chance to back out, Enji found himself returning to the chat very early the next morning having barely slept all night. He didn’t say that guys were okay. That was something he couldn’t say, he didn’t know how to say. Instead, he just asked for a time and place. After all, testing the water didn’t mean he was a fish, right?
Sure, you might just be a duck, Enji thought ironically, ripping his own metaphor apart.
~
Over the course of the week, Master K sent him pictures of different things he was buying. Enji couldn’t name half of them, and Maser K made it clear, that he had a few surprises planned that he didn’t share via picture. There were whips that made Enji slightly nervous and all kinds of other things made from leather or rubber or metal. Apart from the whips, he couldn’t name anything, and even then, there were different kinds of whips that were all just whips to him, but Master K seemed to think they were all unique and important to have.
One time, he sent Enji four pictures of different kinds of ropes asking his opinion. Enji didn’t really look at the material. He had no preference for ropes—how would he have developed one? So, he just acknowledged that they were all flammable or meltable and was quite happy with that. Master K had a sadistic depraved mind, judging from all the things he bought, so Enji was glad to know he had a quick out. Who knew, what kind of person this man was? The idea, that Enji would let himself be tied down and beaten by a total stranger was a little nauseating for him, and he knew there were thousands of people out there, who’d abuse such a vulnerable position.
Master K: “Or do you like chains?”
PurpleMackerel214: “I prefer rope for the first time, Master.”
He slowly got used to referring to the stranger as such. Master K needed a moment to reply.
Master K: “It’s your first time?”
Enji scoffed. He wasn’t a virgin, but he knew that wasn’t what Master K meant. But he also knew, if he told the truth, the other would backpaddle. He’d make it soft and cuddly, and that was not what Enji had in mind. The fact, that it could be dangerous, didn’t even occur to him. After all, he was Endeavor, and if push came to shove, he could deal with any situation. He doubted, whatever Master K could do to him would be worse than having his face ripped apart.
PurpleMackerel214: “Our first time, Master.”
Master K sent a series of excited emojis back. He did that sometimes, including sending weird bird emojis that made Enji believe he was talking to a Hawks fanboy. What would Hawks say knowing his fan was into this sort of stuff? Or that Enji was showing an interest in it?
But Hawks, Enji thought, would only laugh, and make rude jokes about it. Unlike Enji, Hawks wasn’t quite so uptight. That was how Enji had started to refer to it, now. At first, every time, Master K talked about any of the things he might or might not do to Enji, Enji had blushed furiously and forced himself not to react to the depravity. A week ago, Master K, in Enji’s mind had been a bit of a pervert, who enjoyed deviant behavior that Enji didn’t even dare to name. Enji had been so shocked by the level of depravity, he hadn’t even looked up all the words he didn’t know, yet. Now, his perception slowly changed. The week had passed quickly, and Master K had been a mostly fun young man. Between preparing their meeting and spending a horrendous amount of money on stuff – so much so, Enji was almost glad he didn’t have to pay for it, now – he’d joked around. There was some fun teasing, vague stories about work-related incidents or colleagues he refused to name.
Master K was just a guy, and a week in, Enji felt like an uptight asshole for having judged him early, which also eased his nerves a little, regarding the next day when his uptight asshole… well, Master K would be able to come up with a joke about that, Enji just blushed like a hormone-driven teenager.
Well, not that it wasn’t also a little perverted. Especially the part about how very clearly, Master K wanted to use him as a surrogate for a colleague of his that he fancied but who was straight, married, and surely not into the kinky stuff. According to Master K.
Enji didn’t know, if he liked the idea, that somebody would fuck him, but think about somebody else, but he assumed, in a way that was the point of his whole thing. The idea was to stay anonymous, to not even show their faces. So, they didn’t really know each other and wouldn’t fantasize about each other. Still, he told Master K, that he’d rather not be called somebody else’s name in the middle of having sex and Master K agreed easily.
It was better that way, anyway, Master K reasoned, because they wanted to stay anonymous and Enji might be able to find Master K through the name of the colleague. Enji agreed. It was why Enji had agreed to go along with this service after a quick Moogle search – and maybe his drunk mind, when he’d registered himself with the Service, had taken that into account as well. He could just imagine what the public would say… It was only last year that the truth about his abuse came out, and the tales they’d spin if the press ever got an inclination that he might be into BDSM…
Which he was not! Just testing because it looked exc—interesting.
Master K suggested he’d take a whole weekend off. He’d be sore after. Sore. Enji had scoffed at the idea because he’d worked with barely healed broken ribs and hadn’t complained about it then, he could deal with some surface-level soreness, and he doubted Master K wanted to amputate any limbs. Still, he followed the advice, mostly because it gave him more time to schedule the flights to and from Fukuoka.
His sidekicks had been very surprised when he announced that he’d take a weekend-long vacation. Fuyumi had been ecstatic. So much so, she’d wanted to come with him, which almost prompted Enji to reschedule with Master K. However, then Fuyumi’s best friend's baby got sick and Enji silently encouraged her to help a friend.
“I can take another weekend off,” he’d said, and Fuyumi had looked skeptically – because he never took a day off, never mind a whole weekend – but agreed.
He told his family he’d go on a hiking trip alone, somewhere in the North. Maybe Hokkaido. He couldn’t let the information slip that he’d be on Kyushu. Hawks would make a big fuss about it and insist to be Enji’s tour guide, joining him for the entire trip. Normally, Enji didn’t mind Hawks’ tendency to involve himself in Enji’s life – it was great to have a person who still cared about him, even after everything – but he didn’t want Hawks to know that…
Well, that he was about to let a stranger beat the shit out of him and fuck him so hard he’d apparently feel sore from it even the day after. He felt both nervous and giddily excited at the idea of what Master K would do to him.
He also was still embarrassingly clueless. He’d had a week to catch up on all the terms Master K was using, or on what BDSM even really meant, what things Master K might be doing to him… But he hadn’t. The idea that Master K might do things to him excited him, but he still couldn’t bring himself to look it up. The shame was still there, pooling deep in his gut. He didn’t even ask Master K any questions, acting as if he knew everything he was talking about and found it all alluring, even if Master K might as well speak Russian. Having these things passively happen to him and being shown to him seemed far safer, than actively seeking them out.
Coward that he was, he hadn’t even mustered up the courage to moogle “Am I gay if I like gay porn?” partly because it seemed such a terribly childish question and he was 47 and not 14 and he could just imagine all the results being targeted at teenagers still figuring out their sexuality – and that was not what he was doing! – and partly because that one time he’d typed it out, he couldn’t make himself click Go. As if he feared that only asking the question would make him gay.
Instead of spending his time learning what he would be doing, he spent the time searching hair color that he could wash out after just a day. So, when he arrived in the hotel he’d booked just outside Fukuoka, hair dyed black, sunglasses, a hat, and a scarf over his face to hide most of the tell-tale scar, Enji knew a lot about hair products and nothing about BDSM.
~
Hawks couldn’t believe it. He’d prepared everything in a warehouse that was owned by his agency, so he knew they would be safely away from prying eyes there. They didn’t really use the warehouse anymore. He’d bought it at the coast, back when he thought he could confine the battle against the High-End to this area, but of course that hadn’t worked. The beast had attacked in the middle of the city. He hadn’t sold the building, later on, so since then it had been used for several erotic encounters and a lot of equipment was already there.
Not enough to satisfy his rather demanding Sub, it seemed. From their interactions, Hawks gauged that the man wasn’t easily impressed by anything Hawks had done so far. He was either very experienced or just very masochistic…possibly both.
Or very inexperienced. Hawks quickly shoved the thought aside. He’d considered that too, especially during the early days when PrupleMackerel214 still repeatedly slipped up in their basic Master/Slave written roleplay. But after all the things, Hawks had said, surely an inexperienced Sub would ask more questions. PurpleMackerel214 had no questions.
And it wasn’t like he was just blindly following everything Hawks had said either. He’d voiced one single demand, to not be called by a stranger’s name, which seemed entirely fair to Hawks – even if it would add an extra layer of immersion for Hawks, if he could scream out Enji as he teased and tortured the man.
He still couldn’t believe it. Where had this man been all his life? For just under four years, Hawks plowed through the BDSM scene of Japan both as a Sub and on occasion – such as now – as a Dom, yet all he’d ever wanted was this. To dominate a man so like Endeavor that when he closed his eyes, he could pretend it was him. And then he suddenly popped up out of nowhere. Where had he been for so long?
Hawks let his eyes roam over the array of whips, paddles, and crops, the cabinet full of dildos and vibrators, ass plugs, gags, and other devices he would surprise his perfect Sub with. He had long ropes of different types, and chains, although PurpleMackerel214 said he preferred rope, but hawks had bought it just in case.
He walked past the different set-ups of crosses, tables, chairs and… Oh, there was a bed too, but Hawks doubted, they’d spend much time there.
He’d spent a two months’ wage, much more than he originally planned, and he’d created an amusement park dedicated to sex and torture, that would surely elicit a reaction even from his tight-lipped Sub. Yes, he’d gone bit overboard, but at a certain point, PurpleMackerel214’s lack of shocked reaction had served as a challenge to Hawks. Yet even the set of knives Hawks sent him the night before their meeting had only prompted his perfect Sub to joke about it.
PurpleMackerel214: “No castration and amputation, Master.”
Hawks laughed nervously, getting seriously worried whether he’d be Dom enough for the man. In his fantasy Endeavor had always squirmed and begged and even cried a little, and this Sub didn’t seem too eager to put on a show.
Master K: “You’re already in Fukuoka?”
PurpleMackerel214: “Just arrived, Master”
Master K: “I’ll see you tomorrow morning. You sure you can do the whole day?”
PrupleMackerel214: “We’ll see.”
Hawks grinned broadly, happy and giddy as if an age-old dream came true. It didn’t quite reach the happiness of meeting his idol in person, but the idea of what would happen tomorrow had him far more excited. He was nervous… and he was hard as a rod already, and he hadn’t even seen the man in person. The only thing he feared was being disappointed. It wouldn’t be the first time that a man had lied about his looks.
~
The address Master K gave him turned out to be a warehouse at the port. Enji hesitated before entering. It would be the perfect location for an ambush, so he had to remind himself, that Master K had no way of knowing who he was and thus no reason to plan an ambush…
That was unless, this ambush wasn’t targeted at Enji specifically, but at the naïve idiot coming in to expect a consensual erotic experience, only to be kidnapped and raped—but the idea that this could happen to Enji seemed absurd as soon as it occurred to him.
He still hesitated though. Technically he knew, that even once inside he could still back out. He didn’t know the first thing about safe words, but he knew that nobody could hold him there against his will. And still, as if once he was inside, there was no turning back, he feared going inside. Standing at the giant gate, Enji could simply turn around. He could write Master K that he had decided differently. Master K might maybe be annoyed after the work he had put in, he might even demand that Enji share the cost for all the things he’d bought or the rent for this warehouse – if he had rented it just for this night’s purpose – but he couldn’t stop Enji from leaving. He probably wouldn’t even complain about it. During their conversations, Master K had offered Enji many outs, not just that one time, when they first entered the chatroom.
But he didn’t turn around. Instead, Enji stepped up to the door next to the gate and took a deep breath. He pulled the balaclava from his bag and pulled it over his head, discarding scarf, hat, and glasses. Then he rang the bell and was soon buzzed inside by a surprisingly high-tech electric strike system.