Christmas at the Hakamichis - Ending 2 : Bieber

Classical is too slow for my taste, and metal is too hard. Let's see who that Justin Bieber guy is and whether his reputation is deserved. I think he's doing... Pop music maybe? I'm in the mood for this. I put the disc on and play the first song, 'Never say never', then I lay on the bed. But I can only enjoy the song for a minute, before hearing a door being opened then slammed shut, and footsteps coming my way. Damn it, I probably woke someone up. I quickly stand from the bed and move to turn the volume down, but I'm interrupted by the sound of my own door opening; When I see who's on the other side, I regret ever putting the music on at all.

Jigoro: 'What the hell are you doing boy?'

Hisao: 'Sorry Ji... Mr. Ha... Sorry, Sir.'

He moves to the radio before I have a chance to explain myself further, takes a look at the disc, and snorts.

Jigoro: 'So this is the kind of music you listen to, boy? If you can call that music. Is this even a boy, or a girl?"

I try to come up with a retort, but words never come to me easily when talking to him. He lets the song play a minute, then turns it off.

Jigoro: 'How can you listen to this stuff? Some girly boy singing like his balls are stuck in a vise. That's what you like, boy? Your parents never taught you to be a man. Must be why you're so weak.'

Hisao: 'That, or my heart problems, yeah.'

I don't know why I said that, but his attitude, his constant aggression toward me, are pissing me off now. He doesn't seem apologetic at all though, and only adds more oil to the fire;

Jigoro: 'Your heart problems? What's that about, girly boy doesn't love you back? Hah!'

Sigh. There's no point trying to reason with him. I move to take my cd from the radio and put it with the others, but in my haste, I accidentally step over his left foot. Looks like he's wearing steel-capped boots, and he probably didn't feel it much. It still draws a reaction from him.

Jigoro: 'What are you trying to do? Trying to break my foot, is it? They teach you to fight like that, in girly school?'

I'm not sure why a 'girly school', whatever that is, would teach a man how to fight. But I'm done arguing with him, I just want to sleep. And it looks like he's trying to pick up a fight, which I don't want any part of; He's twice my size, and still has that sword at his belt. I don't reply anything, and instead grab my things and head to the bed.

Jigoro: 'Oh, so you're gonna ignore me now, is that it? You woke me up with that girly music of yours, but now that you want to sleep I'm supposed to just leave you alone? Not gonna happen boy."

I walk back toward him. He's seriously getting on my nerves now.

Hisao: 'Look, I don't know why you're acting like that. I'm sorry about waking you up with the music, but it's off now. You've been on my case all week long, and really, I don't think I've done anything to deserve that.'

He looks surprised that I'm standing up to him, and takes a second to analyze all that. Either he will come to his senses and just leave me alone... Or he'll draw his sword and cut me down. In my tired state, both options seem better than having to listen to more of his incessant insults. I'm not so lucky though, and he just goes on;

Jigoro: 'You gonna stand for yourself now boy? Think you can take on Jigoro? Think you're a man now? Well, go on. Show me."

Hisao: 'I don't want to take on anything. I just want to go to bed.'

Jigoro: 'Then go to bed, what's stopping you?'

I point to the door, inviting him to leave so I can finally get some sleep. He walks a few steps in that direction, but to my surprise, he doesn't leave; Only shuts the door down. He then walks back to me and, with just one arm, pushes me onto the bed.

Jigoro: 'I'm gonna show you how to be a man. About time you learn.'

He follows me onto the bed and comes on top of me, and at first I think we're gonna wrestle this out, but he turns me over effortlessly, and pulls my pants down.

Hisao: 'What the fuck? Get off mmmph!'

The rest of my sentence is mumbled, Jigoro having pushed my face into a pillow. I hear a distinct spitting sound before feeling something wet on my ass. I barely have the time to react before he moves into position, and pushes the tip of his dick on my insufficiently lubricated hole. He let go of my head at this point, to position his hands on my hips, and I take a look behind me; He's HUGE. I can't deny that the sight of him behind me all sweaty, in control, is turning me on. Just a little bit. Or so I thought, before looking down at my own erection; Ok, it's turning me on a lot.

It looks like he knows it too, and teases me about it, just brushing the tip against my anus.  He won't do it. Unless...

Hisao:'...C'mon. Do it.'

Jigoro: 'Do what? And say Sir, when you talk to me.'

It's so embarrassing, but I need this.

Hisao: 'Please sir. Show me how to be a man, sir.'

He grins at that, a weird rictus on his face. Then, without warning, he pushes his manhood inside me, slowly at first, for the head, then the shaft all in one thrust; I gasp, as I feel my insides pushed around by his gigantic member.

Hisao: 'Slowly please...'

Jigoro: 'Slowly? You won't become a man slowly. Now shut your mouth and take it.'

He pulls back, giving me a second of relief, before shoving it all the way inside again. This time goes easier than the first. Pulls out. Back in. I'm starting to enjoy this, and begin touching myself, amplifying the pleasure. Jigoro keeps pumping inside me at a high pace, grabbing to my hips like his life depended on it; I feel his fingers digging into my skin, but I'm past caring now. I only want more of him inside me, and him to fuck me even harder. He doesn't need my permission to do so, or even for me to tell him to; He moves even faster now, thrusts inside me harder, and if it's possible, I think I can feel him grow even larger in me;

At this pace, I'm not gonna last long. I'm sure I could cum without even touching myself, but this is even better. Jigoro's not holding back at all now, he might sense that I'm gonna cum soon, and he wants to do it at the same time; Or first, to leave me hanging. Could he ever be so cruel? He's going deeper now, him grunting with every thrust, me yelping every time I feel his dick claim his rightful place inside me;

Then I feel... it. It's coming...

Hisao: 'I- I -... Wait!"

Jigoro: 'Just a little longer!'

Hisao: 'No, w-wait, stop!'

Then it comes.

I feel my heart skip a beat.
And another. Oh god no...
My arms seem to lose any strength they've had, and I crash into the bed, thankfully a mere few inches under me. Judging by Jigoro's reaction, he didn't notice anything, and probably thinks I just came; He's cleaning his dick on the sheets, so I assume that he did.

I try to speak to him, tell him to call for help, but I can't seem to be able to force any word out. I'm reminded of that time, with Iwanako. Not again... Not now. I see Jigoro is gathering his things, about to walk out the room. I try to show him that something's wrong, but I feel so weak, I can barely move my arms. When he sees me raising a hand, he only waves at me, before walking out, and shutting the door behind him.

The room is getting dark, and the part of my mind that isn't in full panic mode at this time, realizes that it's probably not just because it's late at night; I close my eyes, useless in this darkness, and try to calm myself but nothing seems to be working. I'm really... I'm gonna die here? There's no Iwanako to call for help this time, and the only person who's not sleeping just left my room, with no way for me to call him back. My entire body is unresponsive now and rests limply on the bed.

As if humiliation had to come along with the fear and pain, I feel Jigoro's cum dripping out my ass now; A weird thought crosses my mind, and I wonder who is gonna find me like that tomorrow; Dead, laying in the bed with my pants down and dried cum on my ass and thighs. I'd probably laugh if I could still control a single muscle in my body.

I can't feel my heart beating at all anymore. I know it's only a matter of seconds now.
My last thought unexpectedly goes to Kenji.

Damn it, Kenji. Your flaky logic made no sense, but you were right about one thing; I never should've come here.



BAD END.