The office was much nicer on the inside. The crummy building outside had me rethinking, but I went in anyway. I was leaving Japan in a few days, this was my last chance.

The office area was filled with fake marble and gold. I sat on a sofa with three beautiful women wearing pure white dresses as they went through a menu of options, none of which I understood. The nearest woman – the tall, athletic looking one – held up three fingers. I wasn’t paying attention at first, distracted by the new girl that had just sat down next to her. Smaller, cuter, short hair - at first I mistook her for my recently ex-girlfriend, Rumi. The woman I had come to Japan for, and also the reason I was leaving. She was smiling, beaming at me. That, at least, was different.

The tall woman, still holding up three fingers, repeated her phrase. "San-nin", she said. Pointing down at the brochure, she gestured to a bunch of Japanese writing and an icon of three ladies and one man. The price was extraordinary … but so was this chance. I wanted to sleep with a Japanese woman (other than my ex) before I left, and well, why stop at one?

I nodded and took the money out of the envelope I brought with me. I didn’t want to bring my wallet and passport in here, you never know. They all smiled and clapped. It felt like I had just blown out the candles on my birthday cake. After taking the money, they went through a few more documents – one with some bullet points on it – they made me say yes to each one (“_Hai_”. I knew that much at least). I guess it was the rules of the place. I didn’t understand them at all, but I wasn’t gonna cause any trouble. One of the rules, the last one, was written in bold red text. I said “_hai_” again, but instead they made me repeat that one out loud.

They smiled, took me by the hand, stood me up, and began leading me into the other room. Just as I was about to take a step, the tall one, behind me, slipped her hand under my loose shirt, ran it over my hairy chest. She put her lips up to my right ear, and whispered something. I have no idea what she said, which only made it hotter. The other girl – not the small cute one, but the more rounded one with the long hair and … the biggest breasts … she came up on my left and whispered seductively in my other ear. I was getting the talk in both ears, in stereo, their breath tickling my earlobes, while the small cute one stood in front of me and looked deeply into my eyes. She leaned her head close to mine, her lips coming closer, while her friends described all the dirty stuff they were about to do to me, the three of them together.

Suddenly the two detached and walked off into the far room. I was left standing there with not-quite-Rumi and my giant erection. She looked down at the buldge in my loose shorts - I suddenly didn’t know where to look or what to do. I wanted to face a wall or something, like I was back in junior high. But she looked up into my eyes, smiled, then down again at my shorts. This is what I'm here for, said her eyes. She pulled my hand and led me into the far room. The door closed behind us.

It was a huge shower room, not what I expected. Makes sense though, with all the dirty Johns. Well, Tanakas or whatever. She led me to the center right over the drain, and they started unbuttoning my shirt. The round one, she started at the top, on my chest, and undid the first button. She kissed my neck, and undid the second button. A kiss on my chest. The third. A kiss. Longer, wetter each time. I felt my cock pulsing in my pants. She reached the last button, and without removing my open shirt, pulled my shorts down, releasing my caged, throbbing cock into the open air.

She continued to sink down, her face made small by my girth and length above it. She smiled, wide with surprise and even delight as she saw my shaved and ready balls. She commented on it, I think, and said something to her colleagues. “Sugoi_” they said. I knew that one, that meant, _amazing, or something. She moved closer. Her nose pushed my hard cock to the side as she placed her tongue right under and between my balls. I felt a warm wetness as she lifted my balls gingerly, and then let them fall. She repeated her tonguing action. Again. And again. At the same time, the tall one, standing behind me, began to again rub my chest and whisper in my ear. I have no idea what she said, but my mind filled in the gaps.

“She’s licking your balls. She likes them. She loves them. Your smooth, giant balls. She’s going to keep doing that because she loves them. She loves them ... for what’s inside. What’s in them. What you made for us. She wants it. She wants it all over her face,” she whispered, as her round friend continued her tonguing. “In her mouth. Down her throat. She wants your cum.” And then, even more closer, more quietly, with lips touching my ear, she whispered: “But don’t give it to her. Not her. Me. I want your cum. I want you to cum in me. I want all of it. I want to feel your cock explode in me, I want to feel your cum filling me up inside…”

I couldn’t take it. I let out a groan, and my cock let out a runny glob of precum. It dribbled down and pooled at the bottom of my head, where I could feel it about to drip and let loose. The round one didn’t move, she just kept up her work, as it dripped right onto her face. She mercilessly licked my balls, raising them and letting them fall, and then pushing her tongue hard against the hidden origins of my shaft.

The tall one stopped talking. She started licking, no - sucking, on my earlobe. hard. Her hands moved to my ... nipples.

I had never been a fan of having my nipples touched before. But at the same time as her wandering fingers began to make circles around them, the round woman's tongue began to move from my balls to the base of my shaft. As she ran her wide tongue slowly up the underside of my cock, I could see her tongue wrapping around and protruding from either side of my girth.The two of them, one making circles, the other a thick straight line, were performing a Japanese sex ritual on my quivering body. My sensitive, virgin nipples begged for more.

As her tongue reached my head, my cock could no longer bear all the gentle teasing. It twitched and bounced on her wide, flat tongue. Involuntarily I squeezed my muscles and my cock rose slightly, out of her reach - she followed it up, unwilling to let it go. But instead of taking me into her mouth, she placed her tongue again on the underside of my head, using gentle, teasing, wide licks, lifting my cock with each one. Desperate, I wanted to place my hands on her head, to grab handfuls of her hair and thrust into her open mouth, to fuck her throat till she drooled and sputtered.

Instead, I placed a gentle hand on her cheek, guiding her mouth onto my cock. The tall one behind me moved her own hand from my nipple, grabbed my arm, and pulled it away from her colleague. "Da-me," said the voice in my ear. And then in English, with thick Japanese accent, "No."

Having been scolded, and complied, the two resumed their gentle torture of my cock and nipples. Precum dribbled onto her tongue with each lick.

Then a change. I heard the tall one stepp back, and remove her dress. She threw it around my left side and onto to the floor, making sure I could see it, but not her. I imagined her what her naked body looked like, and my head filled with visions of entering her, hard, slowly, but forcefully. My daydream was interrupted when she pulled my open shirt off my shoulders, but got stuck with the arms. She tried to yank it off my hands, pulling it from behind. I staggered awkwardly, trying to gain balance with shorts still around my ankles. And then I felt it. Something being strapped to my wrists, my arms pulled ever higher, and the sound of dangling chains being attached to the device now binding my hands, anchored to the ceiling. What the fuck kind of place was this? What the fuck had I signed up for?

I tried to tell them this was all a mistake. They didn't understand. They kept going.

The round one closed her lips around my cock. Lightly, ever so lightly, she applied pressure and began moving her head back and forth, he wide tongue still sticking out from her juicy lips and wrapping around my thick cock. I wanted out of my bindings, but wanted more of her fat lips, her wide tongue, her drooling mouth. I stopped complaining, more trapped by her than the restraints.

The tall one placed a hand under me, between my legs and cupped my balls. She rolled them between her fingers while the round one sucked me. I felt her breath on my neck and her breasts pressed against my back. Her other hand reached again for my nipple and began circling. I raised my head to the ceiling, unable take the work they were doing to my body. The slurping sounds stopped for a second, and when I looked down, a second pair of velcro restraints had been strapped to my ankles, a second shorter chain leading from those restraints to a metal loop in the floor. There was no escape for me now, yet cock throbbing, I was ready to accept my fate.

Until the small cute one, the one that looked like my ex - the one I had forgotten about - came in wearing what I can only described as a black leather harness and carrying a bright yellow and rather large vinyl bag.

She placed it on the floor in front of me. This was too much. I begged them to stop, but they continued their work.

The Rumi doppleganger opened the bag. She began describing what she was gonna do to me. In a calm, steady voice, she spoke of horrible things in a strange and foreign tongue. She talked as she rummaged around in the bag, while the tall one cupped my balls and the round one bobbed her head back and forth on my cock. Drool ran down her face and sullied her white dress.

Rumi emerged from the bag, holding a white latex glove. She stretched it over her small fingers, and fitted it with a snap. She picked up and squeezed some lubricating gell onto the tip of her gloved middle finger.

I struggled against my chains. They did not buckle. I explained that this was all a mistake. They did not understand. I remembered the word that Rumi, the real Rumi, used to say when I tickled her, when she begged and cried out for me to stop. I said it out loud:

"Yamete."

They repeated the word, laughing at it, and then, if I understood, Rumi repeated it - but in the negative.

"Yamenai."

They would not stop because I paid them to do this to me. There must be a safe word... the word written in red they made me repeat in my orientation.

I had no recollection of what it was, and no way out. I was going to get what was coming to me.

She didn't put it in straight away. She circled round behind me, trading places with the athlete who came round the front. I saw now that she was wearing the same garment. The black leather that accentuated rather than hid any of her body. I tried to focus on her, on her long legs, her toned muscles, her perky breasts being held up by black leather strips, nipples pointing at me. I looked down at the round one as she sucked and drooled, her cheeks bending ever more inward. I focused on the feeling of suction, that view, on anything else to take my mind off the cold gel and the finger running circles round my backdoor.

I didn't want to think about that. Not because it was a violation. Not because it felt icky. But because it felt good. Because I wanted more. I wanted it pushed in, inside my virgin puckering asshole. I felt my hole flexing on her finger as it traced the dirty circumference. As the gel warmed, I knew I wanted it not on the rim, but in the center.

The athlete grabbed my face with one hand, and turned it to face hers. Her foreign tongue spoke words, and my imagination translated.

"Did you think you were going to fuck me? You pig. We're going to fuck you. She's going to put her finger in your asshole, and you know what you're going to do? You're going to take it. You're going to be entered like a slut."

She grabbed my head with both hands now, and jammed her thumbs into my open mouth, rolled them over my teeth, pushed them onto my tongue. I drooled. I sputtered. I felt Rumi's finger cease it's rimming and take position at the center of my hole.

"She's very good with that finger," the athlete continued, playing with my mouth. "You'll see. Her finger work is amazing. That's why we're letting her go first."

The finger began to push. First my flesh resisted, but with so much lubrication, so much pressure, my asshole yielded, and slid inside.

I focused my mind on the round one. I was having my dick sucked. Her tongue was sliding on my cock. My precum was flowing down her throat. My cock was ...

The athlete shook my face, tearing me from my reprieve. She looked into my eyes, and made me look into hers.

"Yamete", I pleaded.

"Yamenai", she said, in the negative.

The middle finger slid hard, slowly, but forcefully, all the way inside. I felt Rumi's palm push against my ass, her index and ring finger cradle my perineum as she reached maximum depth.

The athlete, still holding my face with one hand moved the other to my nipple. There were no gentle circles this time. She grabbed and squeezed, she pinched and twisted.

"Yamenai," she repeated.

The round one's mouth was relentless. Inside my hole, Rumi's finger began to wiggle. At first it didn't feel like anything special. After the shock and ecstasy of insertion, this was much more tolerable. Then I began to feel something. At the very end of her reach, the wiggling tip of her finger was pushing against some hidden part of me. A place I didn't know existed, and one that had never been touched. I squirmed as the finger wriggled inside me, it's movements were my movements, I was but a puppet Rumi manipulated with a single digit. I tried to hide it, to preserve my masculinity, but my quaking voice betrayed my true feelings. My dick sucked, my nipples punished, my asshole fingered, I wanted more than anything for it to stop... but deep down I was yielding, accepting and embracing everything they did to my helpless form.

I felt the orgasm coming. Dick. My dick. I was having my dick sucked. I concentrated through it all on the slurping sounds, the feeling of wet lips followed by wet tongue followed by constricting throat. I'm going to cum in your mouth, I thought. Down your throat. A thought to save myself, a thought I clung to, until her mouth clung no more.

Rumi the puppeteer somehow knew what was happening. She ordered sher colleague to withdraw. My erect, dripping penis wobbled in the open air.

For a few horrifying seconds as the finger wiggled I felt the orgasm still building inside me. I held on. I clenched. The feeling ... subsided. They couldn't make me cum without touching my dick. I had beaten them.

Rumi barked another order. The tongue returned, but this time to my balls. Raising and letting them fall, the same as earlier, her tongue sometimes pressing into my perineum between Rumi's fingers. The athlete stopped twisting. She lowered her head to my chest. Her tongue ran around my nipple, then she sucked, and she nibbled. Her hand mirrored her movements on my other side.

Rumi's finger stopped wiggling, slid halfway out, then entered me again. She repeated, speeding up - she was thrusting. Her palm retracting, then slapping my ass as her finger penetrated me, again and again, each time as good as the first time she entered me, and now with each thrust slamming into my hidden place deep inside.

I couldn't hold out any longer. They were bringing me to orgasm. I screamed no. Stop. The orgasm came anyway. It started in my asshole. It travelled up my spine, past my tortured nipples, and straight into my brain. It made my hole clench and relax in rythym with Rumi's finger. My cock didn't shoot or pump except for one or two small ones - I only dribbled and dripped cum onto the round one's hair. I came without cum, my cock still firm, still concrete hard, pulsed in the air with every heartbeat, unsatisfied, even though my body twitched and quivered with unwanted orgasm.

Behind me I felt Rumi slide out of me, heard her pull off her latex glove with a snap, and discard it on the floor. I stood there dangling on the chain, my legs shaking.

The athlete went inside the bag. She retrieved a black triangle, a codpiece, and affixed it to the groin of her leather harness with a click and a snap. Protruding from the face of the triangle was a shiny black thing designed for a single purpose. It wasn't a dong, it was smaller than that, thinner, and shaped like an elongated water drop, smooth and round at the end, and slightly wider there. She smiled at me as she smothered it with lubricant.

Rumi tickeld my armpits, prompting me into a standing position. She took the space in front of me, while the athlete moved to the rear. The round one looked into my horrified face, and something in her expression changed. She towled herself off and left the room.

Rumi began stroking my cock, making electricity run through me. The athlete moved into position, and I felt the drop poised to enter. I begged them to stop, again. But it was no use. Without the magic word, they were going to keep going. They were going to take turns fucking me in the ass until my money ran out, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

She entered me, slowly, but firmly, forcefully. This was no finger. It didn't look that big from the outside, but as it stretched my hole it became my whole world. It kept plunging deeper, too deep - I tried to move away, but with strong arms she held my hips firmly, and pulled me towards her as she thrust. It slid all the way in, and pressed against my shame. Rumi took her hands off my cock, and with that same, magic finger from before, she started massaging the remainder of my dick that lay behind my balls but in front of my ass.

"We're not gonna let you cum from your dick," she said, for all I knew. "No. You're gonna cum from your asshole. Again. Properly this time. You're gonna cum like a bitch. My bitch." She slapped me in the face. She grabbed my nipple and twisted.

Behind me, even though I couldn't see it, I could picture the athlete thrusting away, her powerful thighs contracting, he glutes tensing and firingnas she directed all the power of her ample body directly into me, over and over, like a biokinetic fucking machine. The device she wore, more specifically it's wide rounded head, mashed against my place of joy with each and every thrust. Having found her rythym, she quickened her pace.

I felt my orgasm building once more. Rumi moved her hand from my nipple to my neck, and squeezed ever so gently. I felt the blood pool in my head.

"Go on. Cum for me bitch. Cum from your asshole. Show us you belong to us now. Show me you're my bitch for life."

I did as I was ordered. The orgasm started inside me, from my special place, which convulsed on the athlete's protrusion. My knees grew weak and I began to see stars as my dick started ejaculating. My dick squirted all over Rumi's stomach and onto the floor, and kept going. The two of them started counting.

"Ichi. Ni. San. Yon. Go. Roku. Shichi. Hachi. Kyu. Jyu! Jyu-ichi..."

When it stopped, the athlete put a few more pumps into me, just to be sure. Then she withdrew. They were done with me.

I sank in my chains, completely suspended by my burning arms - my legs would hold me up no longer. I heard a winch, and they lowered me to the ground, but still bound on the now slack chain. In that moment, they became the women from the lobby, the kind women in white dresses, as they caressed and cared for me. I lay there as they washed my body and rinsed me down. Some 15 minutes passed.

The athlete was washing my groin when she stopped and commented. Rumi looked down, smiled at her colleague, tapped me twice on the face, and gave me a quick peck on the forehead, the way one might kiss a home run bat, proudly. The athlete wasn't cleaning any more, she was stroking my errect, betraying, hard cock in long, slow strokes. Gently, on my dick, was how it started the first time too. But in the end my ass would pay the price of its betrayal. I looked at the clock. 22 minutes still remained on my hour. Rumi went over to the wall, and hoisted me back up using the winch.

The athlete stood in front of me, stroking, then lightly slapping my hard penis. From behind her I heard Rumi rummaging in the bag, and she emerged ... wearing a shiny black latex strap-on, whose size and shape rivalled my own. Such a huge cock on such a little woman, it was obscene. She circled behind me and got into position.

The round one came back in holding a piece of paper, which she shoved into my face. It read, in poor English:

"Safety word: Hanabira".

Better late than never.

The athlete in front of me put her strong arms on my hips, locking them in place for Rumi's penetration. Rumi's hand slapped my ass with a PANG, and my untouched cock twitched and bounced. She lined up and poked my entrance with her dong, teasingly, mockingly, about to stretch my used asshole beyond its limits. In another second, my ex was going to fuck me in the ass with my own dick. I opened my quivering lips and spoke the word, slowly, pleadingly, begging:

"Yamete."