Steamy

Steamy
NC-17
Raidou x Gorotsuki (Yakuza Gangster)


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How dare this young punk come into their gang’s bathhouse and just strut around as if it was nothing, and what was with the hat? Who the fuck wears a hat inside a Bathhouse!?

“Shit… ”, Growled Gorotsuki as his partner whom he had challenged the kid with was knocked to the ground in a flurry of punches from the teen, how was this kid so good? He couldn’t lose to him though, he couldn’t disappoint boss and look like a weakling, he was part of the damned gang and he would not lose to a snot nosed schoolboy.

He stepped forward and swung a punch at the teen’s face only to have Raidou dodge the blow by ducking and deliver a swift uppercut to the man’s chin, the gang member recoiling in pain for a moment leaving Raidou an opening which the youth took, moving in for another attack, only to lose his balance midway as he slipped on some water on the floor, the yakuza seeing his chance moved in began to punch the kid’s sweet little face; one… two… three punches, and the kid was reeling clutching his face in agony, his eyes covered by his hands. He smirked and lunged at Raidou delivering a heavy punch to the summoner’s stomach then brought his arms back outstretched to catch the boy, the blow causing the young detective’s knees to buckle and is body to drop into the man’s outstretched arm, the youth breathing heavily and wincing from the pain.


These gangsters had been tougher than some of the demons he’d fought, he shouldn’t have underestimated them, and he should have healed after his last battle, he was already weak, damnit! He didn’t know what was going to happen now, if he failed here, the investigation would be over and more importantly if he died… if he died he would be failing his ancestors, the Herald and most importantly the innocent people of the capital. If only he had a demon here or Gouto, they could do something, anything to help him!

Raidou brought his arms up onto the gangster’s hips to steady himself; he felt foolish but he had to try and fight back still, his hands rested momentarily on the area just above the man’s towel before running his hands quickly up his chest, the man was taken off guard by this strange motion and stepped back but Raidou had already grasped the man’s shoulders and used them to help him pull himself back to his full height before giving the man a small shove away from him. It was hot in there, and his mind was becoming clouded, and his movements sluggish, those battles had left him in bad shape.


What the hell is wrong with this kid? Is he gay or something? Running his hands all over my body like that! Little punk!!!

Gorotsuki had had enough, and he charged forward at the teen and delivered another punch to the kid’s face knocking him down onto his back, his head hitting the ground relatively softly but hard enough to cause the youth to lose consciousness, he smirked as he admired the result of his strength and his eyes wandered down onto the towel around the teen’s waist it had become loose in the fight and was barely hanging together, the gang member growing excited over this very thought. His wandering eye was known fairly well throughout the gang, and over the time the other guys had just gotten used to it, since he never acted on the desires the sights had inspired. But now, here was this young, innocent, defenceless teenager, sprawled out in front of him, just asking him to take him, hell even the towel was loose now, it was if the gods and fates alike wanted him to fuck the boy.

His fellow gang member had recovered from his beating and was leaning against one of the walls, and shifted his eyes between Raidou and his fellow gangster rapidly before speaking:

“You aren’t going to….”

“Boss?” asked the man, directing it to his tattooed leader, cutting off his recovering comrade’s question.

The gang leader had turned around to watch the fight and quickly understood what his subordinate wanted and who was he to argue, it was just some teen punk who’d idiotically wandered into his bathhouse.

“Sure” replied the Boss and the yakuza found himself quickly becoming excited the blood slowly beginning to pump into and fill his penis.


The gangster chose a small dressing room off the side of the main room as the location for his violation, it was far away enough that he wouldn’t disturb or anger his Boss with the noise. Being a fairly strong guy he hauled the would-be detective into the room with relative ease making sure the towel still stayed in place, as this boy was for him and him alone, and lucky for the man he was regaining consciousness, now he would feel what the man was going to do with his whole body and mind awake, he would experience every sensation painful or pleasurable.

Raidou’s eyes shot open and he quickly surveyed the small, cramped room he was now and he quickly noticed the man looming over him, and the man’s prominent erection, that pushed and strained against his towel. Raidou panicked in those split few seconds, he didn’t know where he was, and this man, he knew was stronger than him, what did he want? Raidou leapt up from the bunch and tried to somehow slip by the muscled man and break free of the room and but was easily shoved back by the gangster his back hitting the wall softly, but he maintained his balance and kept standing.

“Struggle all you want, it won’t help you at all” was the older man’s second reply to the teen’s actions. He smirked at the youth, taking in a deep breath, inhaling the heat, sweat and scent of fear. He reached forward and stroked Raidou’s left cheek and before grabbing his face with his whole hand and squeezing tightly, he forcefully turned the summoner’s head and examined the youthful and well-defined features. This boy had an irresistible face, and as he his eyes scanned down the body again he noted how firm and muscular it was in its lithe beauty.

Gorotsuki pulled Raidou forward by his face and using his other hand he grabbed the teen’s wrist and directed it to the edge of his bath towel, before forcing the teen o do with away with the man’s towel, revealing a 6” erection, standing proudly between the pair, the yakuza directing the youth’s hand to touch his erection, while his other hand kept a firm grip on his face. With more than a little physical coercion Raidou found that the man had manipulated him not only into touching his dick but now also holding it… rubbing it… stroking it! Both Raidou and Gorotsuki’s cheeks had become flushed, Raidou’s from shame and embarrassment, the man’s from soft pleasure.

He tightened his grip on Raidou’s wrist before removing the youth’s hand from his hardened member and with the hand that still gripped the boy by the cheeks threw him back against the wall softly and in the same motion used his now free hand to tear the already loose towel from Raidou’s lower section, causing him to redden further.

Gorotsuki pressed his heavy body onto the teen’s, keeping him pinned with the sheer muscled mass, and slowly he began to grind his cock into the detective’s exposed abdomen, rubbing the velvet soft tip up and down the defined stomach, the boy looking away from the scene and the man, his eyes tightly shut, his body trying to pull away in protest. These actions only drew a small chuckle from Gorotsuki as he sped up his movements slightly, grabbing Raidou’s hips to move the boy against his will, to increase the friction.

Raidou had lost all of his trademark composure in this degrading, humiliating situation, awkward barely described how he felt at this moment, even this minor molestation that occurred now was being burned into his mind even though he couldn’t, no, he refused to watch it.

He was disappointed; concerning the boy, he wasn’t getting into it, he’d hope he’d break the boy, make the kid accept this and get some enthusiasm, make the punk his personal bitch boy, but it was not working… yet. The kid was still soft, even as he gyrated into him, even as he placed a small kiss on the teen’s neck, even as he licked a line of sweat from his collar to his ear.

Gorotsuki moved one hand up to his face and wiped his sweaty brow and using the same hand ran it through his short cut hair, his other hand moving to Raidou’s shoulder, pushing him down to his knees, putting the teen’s face at level with his hard cock.

“Open your mouth and take my dick, boy,” commanded the man forcefully, but Raidou did not budge, his face clammed shut, teeth clenched, why didn’t this boy understand!? Growling in anger Gorotsuki palmed the boy in the face sending his head back into the wall knocking him into a daze, and the hat that had miraculously seemed to stay on this entire time, finally dropped from atop his head and onto the floor, Raidou’s face now twisted in pain, his mouth agape.

“I said, take my dick!” shouted Gorotsuki as he grabbed Raidou by his now exposed and immaculate hair and pulled the boy forward onto his cock, forcefully filling the inexperienced and resistant mouth, then pulling back, he slipped his hard member out of the youth’s mouth and then thrusting forward slammed back in with such force that Raidou’s head went back again colliding with the wall, the gangster beginning to face fuck his victim pinning his head with one hand and the fury of his thrusts.

The kid’s warm, wet mouth felt great wrapped around his turgid meat, pulsing as it got wetter and hotter, vibrating with pleasure as the youth tried to resist it with his tongue only serving to pleasure and intensify the experience for his rapist.

Gorotsuki grunted in pleasure as he continued to ravage the boy’s mouth and throat, his eyes still shut, obviously trying to block out what was happening to him, e was brave, he’d give the kid that much.

He removed his cock from the boy’s mouth and joined the boy on his level, Raidou so concerned with blocking it out he didn’t notice it, his mouth and throat still working an invisible dick, but the youth was brought back momentarily as Gorotsuki touched his legs and began to lift them over his shoulders, rubbing his firm cock up and down the virgin’s ass crack.

“Look at me” ordered the man and received only a defiant shake in return, and so he commanded again:

“Look at me”, harder this time, more malice in his voice, tightening his grip on the kid’s muscular legs, rubbing his dick all over the clenched butt cheek, slipping in between the two mounds of soft flesh, sitting at the ring of his anus.

“Open your eyes, and look at me” he said for a third time, crushing the legs of his victim under his iron grip, his voice, cold, hard, like steel, cutting through Raidou’s noble resolve.

The summoner saw a thin stream of light enter his vision as the slits of his eyes barely opened, then he forced his eyes open, to see but a fuzzy and dizzy room, he had to adjust to the light, the man slowly taking shape, his cruel face, his lust, his dirty smirk. Finally his eyes were fully open and bewildered, and that was when Gorotsuki decided to continue, thrusting quickly and heavily into Raidou’s unprepared, tight asshole; tearing flesh.


Finally the man had broken his stoic nature, he screaming out from the pain, eyes shut from the pain as the man pounded deep into him, he cold already feel liquid pooling under him and he knew it was not cum nor water.


Gorotsuki groaned in pleasure, his breath deep and heavy as he thrust continuously into the tight and torn anus of his victim, relishing, every pleasurable thrust, the way his ass tightened around it in protest, gripping at every inch, teasing every nerve with sensations untold. Tears streamed from the detective’s eyes, running down his cheeks, the gangsters leaning forward to lick up the salty fluid, as he burrowed deeper and deeper into the boy’s body, groaning in ecstasy.


The man had hit something deep inside of him, and it felt good, the spot was being nudged, and poked and it felt better than anything before, better than when he jacked off, better than when he imagined fingering one of the many clients at the agency.

He felt the man grip his cock, now hard from the painful pleasure deep inside him, choking it, forcing the first drop of pre-cum from the tip, and then jacking it up and down, fast and furiously, he had it so tight it almost hurt, but it was in time with the thrusts and all the pain seemed to vanish under the constant pounding of that special spot.

It was too much for him, he couldn’t hold on, his strangled dick pulsed for a second before erupting in a long white stream, that shot up his chest in a furious jet, and a long, deep moan escaped his throat, he felt this ass muscles further tighten around the man’s dick and he too went over the edge spilling what felt like a river of warm liquid up into his anus.

Gorotsuki sighed in relief and pulled his cock from the abused, bleeding hole of Raidou Kuzunoha, his dick slicked with hot cum and a little blood, leaning forward he licked up the boy’s chest, enjoying the taste of the kid’s salty cum


Raidou looked at the gangster’s face, he was smiling with an enormous look of pleasure and power on his face, and he imagined his own face, tired, exhausted, relieved, hurt, and staring back weakly.

“Why did you come? To see the Boss?” asked the yakuza; Raidou nodded, much to Gorotsuki’s amusement.

“I’ll go get him then”

Gorotsuki left the room, left him there naked and abused, a victim of a violent rape only to return moments later with his boss; Satake, the tattooed man; smiling at the broken boy before him:

“So what do you want?”

A sob was Raidou’s only response.