>>19329109>>19329242Slowly, Shu breathes in and out to keep his composure, but the shiver in his exhales betray his fear. His is completely naked; there is nothing to stop the metal table beneath him from sapping the heat from his body. Restraints on his wrists and ankles dig into his skin, reminding him that he, too, is merely furniture. His chest and belly are adorned with an assortment of sushi, spirals of sashimi and julienned vegetables drawing floral patterns around his midriff.
The businessmen surround him on all sides, delighting as much in the enjoyment of the feast as the debasement of their victim. From every angle they pick him clean, prodding him with utensils as they reveal the porcelain skin underneath. They eat like pigs, the smacking of their lips letting him know that their base appetites will not be satisfied with this paltry meal alone. A boorish oji-san pours sake into his navel before sucking it up with greedy lips, obscene sounds of slurping drowning out Shu's quiet squeals of protest. Another oji-san buries his nose in Shu's hair, caressing it with ogre-like hands, exclaiming how sweetly he smells of lavender and honey. Still another oji-san grabs and lifts Shu's penis between a pair of chopsticks, alongside a leaf of display lettuce, and jokes to his craven friends that he has caught a rabbit in the forest. They erupt with laughter; Shu hates that he cannot hide his blush.
He knows what will happen next, but he holds his stoic expression and keeps his chin high. They must not see his pain. He has learned from experience that their depravity and torture will be all the more awful if they are allowed to savour his despair. He hears the sound of a belt buckle being undone and prepares himself. He is stronger than they are; they will not break his pride. If he loses his pride then they will have taken everything.
too lazy to write the actual rape but you sisters know how it goes. hope this wasn't too bad 