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When Takemichi was in middle school, he had no idea what he’d end up doing with his life as an adult. He didn’t have any actual plans and honestly couldn’t imagine anything past the age of eighteen. It wasn’t as if he were suicidal and planning on not being around long enough to be an adult, but he simply couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of it. He was just living in the moment and going day by day, enjoying the time he spent with his friends.
If Takemichi could go back in time he’d smack his younger self and force him to at least try and find a passion for something he could make a living from. If he had at least done that he could enjoy living in the shit hole he was in now but he was stuck working at a dead-end job that he barely made ends meet with. He didn’t go to college so he couldn’t get a job that paid much better and even if he found one he’d end up spending the extra money on transit to get there, so he couldn’t save any money to try and go to college now, he can’t afford to live somewhere nicer with better opportunities, and something always manages to come up whenever he does manage to save up a bit of money. In other words, he was stuck and he knew it. He was going to live like this for the rest of his life and he’d probably die like this too. It was pretty much the same thing every day too, wake up, he goes to work, comes home, scroll on his phone till he falls asleep, and repeat the next day. He never put much thought into ways to make extra cash, it was either illegal or not worth the effort for the little money he’d make.
It wasn’t until he was scrolling on his phone that he saw a video talking about quick ways to make money. He knew it was probably a scam, someone trying to recruit people into selling weird shit no one wanted to buy, but he still watched it out of curiosity.
“Wanting to make some cash without having to work a crummy 9 to 5? Try being a sugar baby! By using this app you’ll be connected with multiple sugar daddies waiting to take care of you, tap the link below to download now!”
Takemichi paused the video there and thought for a moment. He had heard about sugar daddies before, though it was mostly through some of the tasteless jokes Makoto made whenever he had too much to drink. Could he do something like that? No, there was no way he could. He didn’t have the looks, to begin with, and zero experience to boot. He was a virgin at 27, as much as it pained him to acknowledge. Besides, he was sure that being a sugar baby was pretty much just prostitution with a different label on it and he wasn’t about to get arrested just for some extra money.
Despite all that he still tapped the link and downloaded the app. What could it hurt to check it out? At the very least he could report it for being shady if it looked fishy. He was surprised when he was met with a questionnaire, but decided to go along with it.
Are you a Sugar Baby or a Sugar Daddy/Mommy?
Sugar Baby. Lord knows he didn’t have the money for it to be the other way around.
Are you looking for a temporary or a long-time Sugar Daddy/Mommy?
Still trying to decide/No preference. He didn’t figure he’d be on here long enough for it to matter.
Do you have any sexual experience/history?
This question made Takemichi pause. Should he be honest? It didn’t give the option to be vague or just opt out of the question altogether, it was required to even move on to the next question. He could permanently delete the app whenever he wanted so it wouldn’t matter at the end of the day. So he was honest.
No.
He answered the rest of the questions and finally got to make his profile, he went to the bathroom and did his best to freshen up his look with a few tricks Akkun had taught him before he took a picture for his profile. He simply put in his name and then that was it. He didn’t need to put in any other info as the questionnaire from before was used instead of a description.
Well, that was a waste of time. He honestly doubted he’d get any messages on the app, he knew he wasn’t good-looking enough to be eye candy, and no one smart would pay for someone who didn’t know what to do, not unless it was some weird fetish and even then they wouldn’t go to a sugar baby app just to find someone to fulfill that kink. He decided to keep his profile up, it couldn’t hurt anything and he knew he’d forget about it in a few days anyways.
He closed out of the app and decided to start getting ready for bed, knowing he needed to get some decent sleep for work tomorrow.
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It had been almost three weeks since he made that account and Takemichi had entirely forgotten about it. He hadn’t gotten a single message and he wasn’t truly interested in trying to find someone so it had gotten lost in the various other apps he had on his phone. He was in the middle of work when he heard the notification go off. He pulled his phone out to check and was surprised to see he had a message waiting. He quickly looked around to make sure his manager wasn’t around to see him before he opened the app and looked at the message.
Hey u still interested in finding someone?
Takemichi was weirdly giddy about the message, despite its simplicity. He looked over his shoulder once more to make sure his manager wouldn’t have a reason to chew his ass out and quickly typed out a response.
Yeah, you’re the first person to message me actually
He hoped that wasn’t too much information, or just too weird, he’s never done this kind of thing before so it had him excitedly anxious. He didn’t have any reason to feel this way, he never intended to take it seriously in the first place! God, he felt like such a dork sometimes, he wasn’t a schoolgirl getting a text from her crush, he was a 27-year-old man for Christ’s sake-
As soon as the notification noise went off again his eyes were glued to his phone.
i’m surprised, ur pretty cute tbh
would u wanna meet up?
Takemichi had quickly typed out a response, an enthusiastic yes, but he realized he hadn’t even looked at the other person’s profile. He tapped on the profile picture, which he realized was a picture of an attractive man, his hair was shoulder-length, and the majority of it was black, with two bleach-blonde streaks framing his face. It wasn’t fully visible in the picture but he could see the beginning of a tattoo on his neck. Kazutora was his name, no last was given.
He quickly scrolled through the questionnaire. He was a sugar daddy looking for a long-time sugar baby, and he had sexual experiences.
He knew it was probably a red flag that he didn’t have his last name on his profile, and that he was being so forward but Takemichi kinda didn’t care, he had made the account for shits and giggles, and if something would happen to him it’s not like anyone would truly care. He hadn’t seen his friends since they graduated and his parents would maybe send him a happy birthday text and that was it. So if he did end up getting killed at least he won’t have to live out the rest of this shitty life.
I would, when would you wanna meet up?
what are u doin now?
I’m working
well boo
we can meet at this cafe on your next day off if u want
Takemichi couldn’t stop smiling at his phone as he finished making plans with Kazutora, it was the first time in a while since he’d had the chance to do something other than work, even if things didn’t work out with this guy it’d still be nice to just get out of the house for something other than buying groceries.
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Takemichi was trying to pay attention to what Kazutora was saying, he was, but it was hard to pay attention to what the taller man was talking about. The man before him was wearing a cheetah print button-down shirt, the top two buttons left undone, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The silver bell earring that occasionally caught the light, and the black slacks that Takemichi immediately noticed how well fit him when Kazutora stood up from the booth to greet him. The tiger tattoo on his neck was fitting, despite not knowing the man, and the way he spoke wasn’t helping. Professional with the occasional playfulness. Takemichi had never been around someone as handsome as Kazutora and even if things didn’t work out today he knew he’d be dreaming about him for weeks.
“Takemichi, do you understand what I’m saying?”
Takemichi could feel his face go hot when he realized he got caught not paying attention. “Yeah, I think so, but uh, would care to explain it again?” He tried to play it off but the way Kazutora smirked at him told him he didn’t succeed.
“To make a long story short, you’ll make a minimum of 5k monthly, as a sort of monthly allowance, and then you’ll earn more with any extra… work you do.” He slowly looked Takemichi up and down, and the younger man couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, he knew he was underdressed in only a plain white shirt and jeans, but it was the nicest (and cleanest) thing he owned. So the fact Kazutora seemed to still find him attractive was a bit of a relief. “You’ll also be living on the premises and be required to move in within a week of signing the agreement. Now, there is more but we won’t go over it until you’ve signed this.” He pulled out a paper from the folder on the table and placed it in front of Takemichi. “It’s the agreement I told you about, it’s essentially an NDA, given the kind of work I do I prefer to keep quiet about and I don’t want to risk anything, you know? Now of course if you decide after signing that you don’t want to go through with anything you don’t have to.”
Takemichi read over the paperwork, it looked like a basic legal document to him, basically saying he’d do the work asked of him within reason and further rules and regulations could be added on as time went on. He took the pen Kazutora held out to him and he signed it. “So, what else am I expected to do?” He asked, wondering exactly what kind of work a sugar baby would do, given he thought they just got paid to sleep with whoever paid them.
Kazutora took the agreement and put it back in the folder before he stood up, putting money on the table for the bill. “How about we go for a ride while I explain everything, alright? That way I can take you back to your place to grab your essentials.” He didn’t give Takemichi much room to argue as he started to walk out of the cafe before Takemichi had even gotten out of his seat. He leads Takemichi to a yellow Lamborghini with black accents and the shorter man can’t help but stare when the doors open and go slightly upward instead of the typical out and to the side like most cars he had seen. Kazutora watches Takemichi for a moment and then holds his hand out to him. “You coming, Takemichi?”
Takemichi nods and takes Kazutora’s hand as the older guides him to the open door. Once he’s inside and the door is shut beside him, he takes a moment to look around, there are cheetah print items all over, the steering wheel cover, seat covers, and even a fuzzy pair of cheetah-print dice hang on the rear-view mirror. When Kazutora gets in a starts the car up, it’s like it roars around him, causing Takemichi to jump a bit.
Kazutora reaches over and places a hand on his leg. “Don’t worry, you get used to it after a bit.” He drove off down the street, keeping his hand on the other’s leg, not going anywhere in particular. “So, you’ve never really fucked around with anyone before?” He slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth over Takemichi’s thigh. “I figured someone would’ve snatched someone like you up.”
“Someone like me?”
“Someone with your pretty eyes and an ass like yours could easily be anyone’s arm candy sweetheart,” Kazutora explained. “But seriously, if there’s any chance you could have some STIs you need to tell me, because if you lie to me and the test shows otherwise you’ll be out on your ass.”
Takemichi shook his head despite Tora not watching for it. “No, I’ve only really kissed before and it wasn’t much more than a few pecks.” He watched as the hand on his leg slowly moved up and squeezed his thigh, the simple action causing his lower stomach to clench as a wave of warmth rushed over his body. He honestly didn’t get what Kazutora was talking about, he was out of shape and had a layer of fat over his body that made it difficult to find pants that fit without squeezing him too tightly. He never thought much of it, he tried not to actually, but if Kazutora liked it he wouldn’t argue.
Kazutora bit the inside of his lip to keep from making a completely inappropriate comment. He was perfect for what he had in mind, at the very least he knew at least two of them would be obsessed with him. “Good, I’ll hold you to that. But on to the other parts of your contract, you’ll be more than just a glorified sex toy. You’ll have some chores and other responsibilities that you’ll be expected to keep up with, and of course, you’ll be paid for each one you do. It’s also not just me you’ll be dealing with either.” He glanced over at him to check his reaction, and when he didn’t say anything he continued. “There’s a group of us actually, but not everyone will want to have you do things with them, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to when it comes to sex.”
Takemichi just looked at Kazutora as he spoke, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly gaping as he tried to process what he was being told. “Wait, hold on, more than you? How many more exactly?”
“Well, at least ten or eleven more than me who may want to, pay for your services, so to speak.”
Takemichi felt like his eyes were gonna bulge out of his head. Eleven? He couldn’t fuck eleven people at once, he didn’t have holes or hands, and how would he be expected to do anything else if he constantly had someone quite literally up his ass?! He couldn’t do this, even with the 5k a month sounding like a present from god himself, it wasn’t worth his body getting fully used up in a week!
The panic must have been clear on his face because Kazutora moved his hand off Takemichi’s thigh and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together and gently squeezing. “Hey, hey, hey, look you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay? And you aren’t gonna get jumped the moment they see you. Besides, out of those eleven, I can say only 2 of them would want you consistently, alright?”
Takemichi took a few deep breaths and nodded. “Okay… I just didn’t expect it to be so many.” He laid his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. “I… I don’t think I’ll mind if it’s mostly the two of them.” He then looked over at Kazutora. “Are you a part of that 2?”
Kazutora chuckled slightly and fully looked at Takemichi when the car came to a stop at a red light. “I guess I should’ve said three,” He unlaced their fingers and put his hand back up on Takemichi’s thigh, moving it up higher than before and squeezing him once again. “However, the other two would put you on a leash and never let you leave their side if they were allowed.” With that, Kazutora sped up the road again, this time headed to where Takemichi would start working, the main headquarters of Toman.