Report produced by: Kirishima Kei

Aim: The capture of Takaba Akihito

Current Location: Outside the room of a spa on the borders of Shinjuku.

Situation: After the breach of Asami-sama's orders, Takaba Akihito is to be detained and, until then, frequent reports on his location made. In the last report, the Target narrowly escaped from the back window of his colleague's house, as when looking out of said window he was fully identified when turning round to swear before escaping. Despite having been tracking the Target for 5 weeks, he has avoided all attempts to secure. Currently, the Target refuses to leave the room of the spa and is disturbing other guests with loud insults directed towards Asami-sama, unaware of his absence. To avoid damage to the establishment and attracting unwanted attention from guests, the decision to not pursue the Target directly has been made and Asami-sama called to be notified of his location.

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"Seems you're avoiding me Takaba. Could it be because you disobeyed me?"

Takaba watched the door swing open and the owner of the voice walk over the threshold, key to the room in his hand.

Wide-eyed, Takaba retreated to the corner of the bedroom, furthest from the door, feeling vulnerable in just his robe. The racing of his heart became audible as Asami approached him, the large frame dwarfing him, with the most sadistic smirk playing across the yakuza's face. Takaba was roughly grabbed by the wrist and thrown onto the double bed, only to be pinned effortlessly by Asami's weight.

"I was going to punish you, but you seem stressed", Asami announced and proceeded to reach for the small box above the bed. Takaba's robe was undone and his front left exposed, a sight which was all too familiar to the sexual predator that lay above him. Asami brought his arm back down and revealed to the blond the items in his hand. Stress balls.

"Hey, hey, no-NO don't. Asami!" The yakuza brought one of the metal balls between the boys legs and placed it at his opening. It began to push into him. "Asami-NO-wait. Yours is better.-no more toys. Please!"

Asami looked mildly surprised. "The little photographer is being honest for once", he said with a smirk and leaned down, softly kissing the boy's lips, Takaba's face now the embodiment of shock. Asami drew back, maintaining the grin, and said "I've changed my mind." He took away the metal spheres and instead gripped both of Takaba's wrists with one of his hands and held them above his head on the pillow.

At this point, Takaba's mind was reeling at the change of events, struggling between relieved and anxious, but with the man's track record for sadistic torture - probably safer to assume the second one.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

Asami looked into the boy's eyes, amused by his confusion, but instead of answering the question proceeded to nibble and peck down Takaba's neck and shoulders. The blond moaned at the action, and as Asami began to tease his nipples with a skillful tongue, he was increasingly aware that his hands were restrained. A large hand brushed down his torso, feeling each finger skim over every muscle and edge towards a much more needy area, Takaba began to tremble with arousal and a growing frustration for rougher caresses. Asamicontinued to kiss a painfully slow path, getting closer to his member each agonising second, but then changed direction to nip at his thighs. Pleasure slowly overtook the bewilderment on Takaba's face, his cheeks becoming flushed and his eyes glazed with lust. Knowing how excruciatingly sensitive the boy was, Asami brushed a finger from the base to the tip of his erection. A throaty groan escaped the quivering body. Takaba arched his back and struggled against the hand that held his wrists in place, desperate for release. The yakuza persisted with his torturously gentle touches, enjoying the writhing and panting of the boy beneath him.

"What was it you said earlier?"

"hmm…what?" Takaba said though a delirious haze.

"About what is better in here." Asami slid a finger into the blond and immediately began rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves that would drive the boy near insane with the need to climax.

"AH- I-I don't remem…ngh…ber" Too dizzy and wanton to think of anything, except his straining member which was now leaking pre-cum.

"I'll remind you then." Asami withdrew his finger, unzipped his trousers and placed his already fully erect member at Takaba's twitching entrance. However, he did not move any further and merely stared at the boy, waiting for a reply.

Asami leaned in close, Takaba could feel the man's breath tickling his skin, and then said into his ear "I want to hear you say it. Again."

"…your's-"

"My what?"

"…y-your…cock…is better…than the toys"

"Good boy." Asami once again flashed that devilish smirk as he pushed into the embarrassed boy, but continued at the slow pace he set from before. Takaba cried out and attempted to thrust his hips up, but Asami used his free hand to hold them still. Finally inside Takaba to the hilt, the yakuza drew out slowly, nearly all the way and then pounded back in. The boy's hands were finally released, but all he could do was hold onto Asami's shoulders and meet his thrusts. His prostrate hit with each thrust had Takaba whining and moaning as he edged closer to release. Asami leant down and their lips crashed into each other, the boy submitting as the others tongue entered his mouth. Takaba began to shudder and gripped Asami, orgasm rocking him in and out of consciousness. The blond had pulled away from the kiss to scream as he came over his stomach. Asami soon followed, releasing inside a very sated boy.

After finally catching his breath, Takaba became aware the Asami was kissing and licking his neck, while tracing circles over his stomach.

Takaba drew back and sat up. "You're freaking me out, I thought you were angry that I left the club."

The man gave him the most normal- well Asami's version of normal- smile. Then before he could protest, a black leather collar was placed around Takaba's neck.

"Asami! What have you put on me? I can't get it off!" Takaba quickly ran to the bathroom and to his horror, reflected in the mirror, the words 'Property of Asami' were engraved across the front of the collar. Asami walked in and leaned against the door frame.

"I've decided to make you a live-in pet. You're coming to my apartment. I've already sold that cupboard you call a flat. And if you're good, I might not put you in a cage."

Sorry it took ridiculously long to do. Exams and such, but mainly the worst case of writers block ever. Had no clue how to go about writing this chapter. I was going to have Asami use the stress balls on Takaba but then decided to be nice to him for once, but in the end I caved and made him sadistic. Again! lol. Hope the chapter was satisfying enough. :D