He smiled — almost laughed. He walked over to me in the tub, and once again, ran his fingers through my dirty blonde hair. ”Yes, you’re going to be all right, Mr. Ceffalo. I’ll get you that diet coke, or send Tak out for some if we’re out.” — and before I could interrupt that thought, of sending poor Tak out again, he was gone.
Chapter 3
The Japanese culture is so alien to Americans. I had drifted off to a pleasant sleep in the heated bathtub, so relaxing to my badly abused form. I never heard the gathering assembly in the bathroom with me, but I snapped to attention at the sound of my Lord’s gentle, but booming voice, “Mr. Ceffalo.”
Splashing water everywhere, I startled, even trying to rise, but the large, firm hand of my then unknown Lord and Master, placed ever so gently on my shoulder, quickly quieted me, the way the hand of the rider calms a frightened horse.
First, I beheld a small table with an open can of diet coke, and a small glass full of ice, which my Lord poured for me, and handed to me, which I readily drank down, and handed back to him. He made a “chuffing” sound, and, with a look of novelty, he placed the glass back on the table. I looked around the room, and there were several people, seated on folding chairs, in front of a long, slender folding table. — How did I miss all of this? The little round man — I assumed an Attourney, named Ichinosi, was there, as well as an older gentleman, much better dressed than the attourney, whose elegance simply demonstrated my complete nakedness all the more.
“First, let us take care of your health, Mr. Ceffalo,” spoke my Lord, and rather than it being a simple suggestion, carried with it all the weight of an Imperial edict. Everyone stood immediately, and began their various tasks.
The small, elegantly dressed man introduced himself, in Japanese, as Doctor Yuri, and he carefully explained to me that, according to the records from Tokyo Central holding facility, I had suffered some severe trauma to my ureter, my penis, and my anal-rectal area, as well as some contusions to my colon.
Mr. Ichinosi, at this juncture, left the room. Tak, the ever-faithful, entered, and stood next to the door, in a pose rather like the “at ease” pose of American Sailors. My Lord and Dr. Yuri consulted in whispers; He motioned to Tak to join the conversation, and soon everyone was doing their respective “tasks”. My Lord began by draining the tub, and rolling up the sleeves of his black silk shirt, lifted me out of the tub, with no change of expression, or sound whatsoever. Tak had laid a towel on the long, thin table, and was folding another for my head. I was gently deposited on the table by my Master with just a hint of a smile from him, and with that smile, I knew I had fallen in love.
My nakedness, in the presence of the man I had fallen for, and whom I felt completely subservient towards started to shame me, suddenly, and I asked for a towel, to cover my loins, but my Master simply shook his head “no”. He removed himself to stand at my head, to give the doctor room to work. His extraordinary height placed his considerable bulge at least 12 inches above my face. This is what I concentrated on, mostly, during the humiliating procedures that followed.
A sheath was introduced into my penis, with the ultimate goal of reaching my bladder. Constant lubrication was needed in order to do this, but still it was not enough I writhed in pain. Dr. Yuri Came up to my Lord, and whispered something. Shortly, he left us alone.
My Lord said to me, “Mr, Ceffalo.” I interrupted him, with “Please, Collin, if you will, sir. It doesn’t feel quite right to be in my position, and you addressing me so formally. Plus, If I am to be completely honest with you, I feel incredibly subservient to, and am severely intimidated by you. So please, call me anything but Mr. Ceffalo, Sir.”
“Very Well, Collin,” he gave his “novel smile” once again, “Allow me to explain our mutual dilemma. While you were in Thailand, an “ex employee” of mine took the liberty of using your body as a vessel for transporting diamonds illegally from that country. Some of the best gem cutters in the world are in Thailand, Thai gem cutters are frequently employed in cutting “Unregistered” diamonds, or even cutting larger gems into smaller ones. The problem is getting these diamonds back into circulation in the “real world”, and for this purpose, we have been using human beings as vessels. In your case, the issue was that you were already being used as a drug container, and were doomed from the onset, and for this mistake, my ex- employee will pay dearly.
I could only mutter, “O-ok,” in acquiescence.
“Excellent, Collin,” he resumed. ”Now, our problem at hand is a small one.. well, not THAT small,” and he smiled a broad grin. ”Inside your bladder, are several diamonds belonging to me. They are worth much more than your life. You need to understand this. While I find you intriguing, Collin, I will tell you that I will have no difficulty in cutting you apart, in order to get what is mine. You should realize that you would not survive that procedure, Collin — I’m sorry to say. With this, he tossed my hair again, and beamed a smile that seemed to say, “I’ll take care of you, pet.”
“Now, because of the contusions in your ureter, Collin, the sheath keeps sliding into your cowper’s gland, instead of your bladder. Dr. Yuri has told me that he has tried everything ethical, with no success — which leaves the “unethical” I’m afraid. You must ejaculate, and while you are still forcing semen out of your cowper’s gland, I must try to use that pressure to re-adjust the sheath, and successfully get it into your bladder. In short, I must take control of your body for a little while. I hope that you can trust me to do this, because frankly, the alternative is somewhat grim, I’m afraid.”
The soothing depth of his voice, his beautiful hands, the utter strength of his broad upper body, and narrow hips, led me to feel as if I could trust this man with my body, my life, my soul, but only so long as his interests are the same as mine. I also felt that when that condition was no longer true, he could kill me in a moment, or he could kill me slowly over a great length of time… and for some reason, I no longer cared about living, in the event I did not please this beautiful, masterful Samurai Lord. ”I am yours to do with as you please, sir.” is what came out of my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair at this, smiled, and ran his left hand down my bare body, to where the sheath was poking out of my penis, which had enlarged substantially to admit the large guage catheter. I saw his gaze move to the doorway, and he nodded to Tak, who came forward, and, in a very professional way, had me bound to the table in a matter of minutes. Bound so tightly that I could not move any part of me, except the wiggling of fingers and toes, and mouth.
During this “binding” procedure, I thought about the different S&M scenes I had been a part of while living in NYC.. they were nothing like this situation… there was no “safeword” — this time, there was a penalty and it was very likely death if I stopped the scenario. Besides, I had agreed to anything, hadn’t I. The natural fears I was experiencing were making the situation even more erotic for me. Putting complete trust in someone so obviously dangerous is seriously hott. The mere thought of all of this was making my harpooned cock grow upwards upon the sheath, consuming more of it, as a snake consumes another snake.