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Bright eyes; the future of the Diet.
These were the names given to Shindo Ainosuke, a newcomer to the political spaces, following in his father’s footsteps in every way.

While most people would assume that having someone so new, bright-eyed, and full of exhausting ideas and opinions would be something the seasoned members of the Diet would hate, this was far from the truth. Having someone so new brought excitement and life to the older members, lit a fire under them, not over making them an ally, or building up the latest member to be the bane of the rest of their members. Not at all.

They all wanted to be the person who slept with the newcomer first.

Sure, there was business going on the whole time, casual touches of the arm as a new deal was discussed, late nights in offices going over legislations that were going to come before them the next day, giving them all an opportunity to try and sink their teeth into Aiichro’s boy.

He was elusive though. He never returned the touches or attempted to make any moves of his own, and when it’s late and they’re working by the light of their computer screens, he’s all business. Tie still tight around his collar, and buried in paperwork until the wee hours of the morning.

There were the off times though when everyone loosens up a bit though, and everyone knew it would be their chance.

The annual Tokyo Charity Gala. In the beginning, it’s always a wonderful event full of distinguished speakers, alcohol flowing like water, and networking; a lot of networking.

Ainosuke is talking to one of his fellow members of The Diet about a new opportunity to bring more money to Okinawa, and the young politician, while keeping his cool, is jumping at the idea. Of course, he would want to support something that benefits his home islands and seems eager to do anything to get what he wants.

“That sounds like a wonderful proposition Mr. Takano, and what would you be getting out of this?” Ainosuke purrs as he looks over the other member, checking his body language when an ill-intent laced smirk curls at the corners of his mouth.

“Just the opportunity to see what drives you, Mr. Shindo. You see your father was rather easy to please. He wanted what was best for the environment, and of course his home; willing to do anything to get what he wanted.” He speaks in lilted tone as he swirls his wine in his glass, watching the legs collect and slide back down into the crimson liquid before taking a drink.

“Anything? Seems you have something in mind that you would like from me, Mr. Takano. Please don’t be afraid to ask. I want you and all our fellow members to be able to come to me with any requests you may have.”  Ainsouke takes a sip of his own and sees the features of the other change into something more inviting.

“Good, we’ll talk more later tonight then. Don’t enjoy yourself too much without me.” He grins and gives a polite wave and walks off to talk to someone else.

This continued the whole night. Ainosuke’s peers would talk to him, try to strike a deal, and then tell him they would see him again at the end of the night. While the politician doesn’t mind making deals he does mind owing favors, and not knowing what he will need to do in return.

He hadn’t realized what was happening though until he was getting ready to leave, and Mr. Takano gingerly grabs his wrist. “Leaving so soon? The real party is just getting started.” He smiles coyly, catching Ainosuke’s attention. 

“Is that so? I can stay for a bit but then I have to be get—”

“Of course, but it wouldn’t be right to let everyone leave without their party favor” He purrs leading the politician through the elegant hall and through multiple doors into a dimly lit room. All of the men he spoke to this evening are all gathered around a mahogany table staring at him like he’s some sort of prey.

“What is this?” Ainosuke questions, squinting his eyes to try and get a better look at everyone in the room. 

“Think of it as a type of negotiation, Ainosuke. One that I think you will enjoy very much.” Mr. Takano croons pushing him closer and closer to the table until he’s pinned against the edge. All of the other men around them lick their lips as they watch his lithe body lay over the table and his arms spread out to grab at each side.   

“You’ve made deals with all of us tonight, and now we’d like to cash in on those, make sure that you’re a real sport and going to follow through.” The older politician smirks. He reaches out with one hand making quick work of Ainosuke’s belt and works on undoing his own pants at the same time.

“Wait, this wasn’t what I meant when I said–”

“Anything, did you not? Now sit pretty, and let us take care of you.” He coos and pulls cobalt dress pants down Ainosuke’s well-toned thighs, revealing him to all of their fellow members of the Diet. In moments his hands were full, large fingers were sliding down his throat, and someone was spreading his ass, revealing the plug that he had in.

“Look here, what a whore, expecting to get fucked. You’re not as straight-laced as you lead on, are you? You just keep proving to be more and more like your father, wonder if you suck dick like him too.” He tugs roughly on the plug making the young politician squirm and moan under them, only for his cries to be muffled by a cock being shoved into his mouth. Nimble fingers card through perfectly quaffed hair, gripping it by the roots as a rough pace is set, and Ainosuke’s mouth is used like a cheap toy. Saliva pools in the corners of his mouth, and he tries to gasp each time he thinks he may be able to take a breath only causing the other to push in deeper, pressing past the back of his mouth and down into his throat.

It’s not long before the two men in his hands have covered him in sticky white come, and are switching out to be replaced by someone new. After being toyed with and opening him up, the plug is pulled out too, and replaced with something smaller.

“He’s so fucking loose. What a whore.” 

Ainosuke moans around the cock in his throat like a bitch in heat as his hair is pulled to bring him flush against aged skin. His throat is filled and his eyes roll back, the water lining them finally breaking and cascading down his cheeks. 

He's freed from that cock and a new one, smaller this time, is shoved in and starts at a faster pace than before. Fat fingers knotted in cerulean, used as leverage to use his mouth. 

His hole flutters around the small intrusion hardly feeling it before he’s filled with sticky white liquid.

The pathetic excuse for a cock is quickly replaced by someone girthier. Ainosuke tries to look, but the person fucking his throat blocks him..

It continues for hours, every time someone cums they’re replaced with someone else until all the attending members of The Diet had their turn with him. Even encouraging some of their assistants to have their way with him.

It wasn’t until Mr. Takano came up with Tadashi by his side that Ainosuke started to feel self-conscience about what was going on. HIS assistant didn’t need to see him like this. See him as the embarrassment of the Shindo family, covered in the cum of hundreds of men.

“Look at how pretty your master is when he’s a good little bitch. Why don’t you take a turn with him? I bet he wouldn’t even be able to feel you with everyone’s jizz inside him.” He laughs as he rests a large hand on the small swell in Ainosuke’s stomach pushing down just a touch, which causes white to leak from his puffy hole. “Look he self-lubes just like any good bitch should. Enjoy yourself, because you go right back to being his assistant.” Mr. Takano pats Tadashi’s shoulder as he walks away laughing to himself.

“Pu-Puppy… Tadashi… Help me clean up please?” Ainosuke rasps, his throat sore from being used like a flesh light.

“No, I don’t think I will Ainosuke Sama.” He hums and carefully removes his suit coat. Ainosuke had never looked so beautiful to him, the pink tinge to his skin all over his body. The way those usually firm crimson eyes are soft and filled with tears, barely able to open from how many people came on his face. “You should open a free-use clinic Ainosuke, this is a good look for you. Maybe you can personally teach Japan how to love again.” The usually monotone man coos as he slides his hands up the politician’s thighs.

A high whine comes from Ainosuke as he tries to wiggle away, but is held in place by rough hands, that yanks him back down the table against his will. “Trying to run away Ainosuke Sama? Everyone else got to use you like the good whore you are, am I not allowed to? Is your puppy not allowed to feel good even though he does so much for you?” He purrs and removes his hands from the other, unclasping his belt.

He’d be lying if he said he had been in the car sitting and waiting as he was told to. Instead, he was on the second floor watching it all from above. Watching how effortlessly Ainosuke took what each and every one of them gave him. Load after load, caked on his skin, forced down his throat, or dripping from his hole and hands. The way his face twisted in pleasure when it was all becoming too much, and he was cumming dry for the fourth time, but his poor neglected cock had come untouched so many times over that Tadashi had lost count. Just like Aiichiro had when he was around.

“Aren’t you a good whore Ainosuke?” Tadashi coos as teases his puffy rim, with the tip of his throbbing cock, before sinking into him with a squelch that has Ainosuke trying to wiggle away from him again.

“Ah- ahhh. Tsk. Where do you think you’re going slut? You’re not done yet. You have at least one more load to take.” A sadistic smirk curls at the corners of his lips, as he takes sticky hips into his hands and holds a whimpering, crying Ainosuke in place. Wet sounds fill the hall as cum oozes out around Tadashi’s cock with every thrust.

“You’re not even fucking tight, I bet I could fit my fist in alongside my cock and still have room.” It was a lie, his outline was right there in Ainosuke’s abs every time he bottomed out, but the way the tops of Ai’s ears turned red, and choked sobs fell from his lips had Tadashi in a chokehold.

Ainosuke had never been more beautiful than he was in the moment. A real servant of the people, doing whatever it took to make sure they got what they needed. Selling himself and his body even if it was unintentional to a bunch of sleazy old men for the greater good, and Tadashi got to enjoy the leftovers.

He could feel Ainosuke’s hole trying to clench around him and not getting as tight as the politician would like, a whine following as Ai’s cock started to leak again.

“Oh? Do you have something for me now that everyone else is done with you? Want me to touch your useless cock? It hasn’t been touched all night has it? You just let all of them use you and didn’t even ask to be touched in return, how out of character for you master Ainosuke.” Tadashi laughs and angles his hips just the right way to start nailing his prostate.

He wraps his hand around the sensitive length and starts to stroke in time with his thrusts, and he thinks Ainosuke is about to implode. The politician’s feet kick out, his back arching beautifully off of the table. His whimpers turn into begging and he seals Tadashi’s fate with a single sentence.

“Ma-Master, Mark me, make me yours!”

Tadashi’s hips falter as he slams home cock pulsing as rope after rope finishes painting Ai’s insides. When he cums against the younger man’s prostate. Ai cums harder than he had all night, his own spunk landing on his face and heaving chest.

“Such a good boy Ainosuke Sama” He coos and leans up to kiss the underside of the man’s chin.

“Let's get you home. I’ll make sure to pack you a tarp, and a change of clothes for the next gala.”