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The fight between Johnny and the unknown Japanese man was a difficult one, but one Johnny ultimately one. It had been a challenge to succeed using just his fists (and maybe one lamp he attempted to throw at them) when they had quite the impressive sword—not as impressive as Sento, of course—slashing at him. The fight tore his shirt and he mourned the expensive destruction.
Johnny felt his bare chest through the open slashed pieces, making sure there weren’t any cuts in the skin. Thankfully, it seems he had managed to avoid major injury outside of a few scrapes. They better heal well though, his body’s his money maker, if those cuts scar he’s going to sue this guy for every penny they’re worth.
Speaking of which, he better get this guy into a more secure position before they awoke. Thankfully, he had some rope on hand from his shoot of Snake and Rosebud he did in the mansion a few days ago. Although he had to watch a short video on the less sexual way to tie up a person, considering he was more familiar with Shibari.
Johnny gave the knots one final test, making sure they wouldn’t give way even if the stranger thrashed their hardest. Stepping back, he took a second to admire his handiwork, giving a nod to himself. “Not bad for a drunk guy,” Johnny laughed to himself. He glanced back down at their hands, gazing at the tattoos and wondering briefly how far they went up on the skin.
He came around the front to look closer at the man. They were even more handsome up close, and something about that stubble was making Johnny far more hot than it should. They were docile now, knocked out and with a relaxed face. Though the new, more generally cuter look didn’t make Johnny forget the sexy and fired up expression from before. Damn, they looked hot as hell when they were trying to attack him! Johnny thought, lightly biting on one of his nails (not enough to break or tear, mind you). The brandishing sword had only cut a finer figure for the man, as well. Johnny’s eyes briefly slid to Sento, still safely mounted away over his mantle. He had to admit. The stranger would probably look even better carrying Sento.
He bet they would make a good scene partner, too. They would certainly be the best looking person he had ever fucked in one of his videos. His directors had a habit of pairing him with sevens and under on the attractive scale. They said it was so his fans could imagine themself in the other person’s place, and Johnny had to imagine that he had much more attractive fans than his directors thought he did. He hoped so anyway. Fucking an attractive fan and giving them the memory of a lifetime was always a little bit of a dream he had.
Johnny’s eyes trailed lower, from their face to down his chest and where his legs. He couldn’t help that fear and fighting was such a good aphrodisiac! Fuck… and he was extra horny tonight as well. He had been hoping he and Cris would be celebrating the wrap of a successful production he believed would start bringing back the big bucks. But instead, his wife had walked out on him… and this new guy had walked in on his life.
Johnnys hand drifted to his pocket, debating between calling the police right away and postponing it to potentially have a bit more of an interesting night than it was already shaping up to be. “Ah, fuck it. Can’t hurt to try,” Johnny finally decided with a loud sigh. Now he wouldn’t trade Sento just for a fuck, no matter how big the guy’s dick was. But he was sure they wouldn’t mind a little action as a freebie for giving him a distraction from his impending divorce. He was thee Johnny Cage after all, the greatest pornstar of, like, all time .
The first thing would be to figure out what their name was so he could stop calling them ‘that guy’. Although Sexy Stranger Break In did have a good ring to it for his next movie.
“‘Scuse my reach,” Johnny mumbled as he leaned over the man, one hand on the chair’s top and the other reaching to dig into their pockets for some kind of ID. He snagged their wallet, fishing it out. Flipping it open, he pulled out what seemed like a driver’s license. Seemed to anyway, since it was completely in Japanese, a language he wasn’t exactly fluent in. He knew a little, but not enough to decipher the name on the card. Or even where the name was on the card.
Pouting, he tried an image translator on his phone. He snapped a picture of the ID, waiting for the words to translate. “Oh… that…that doesn’t seem right,” Johnny said while squinting at his phone. He wasn’t an expert, but he was pretty sure most of the translated words weren’t really words. He could make out a few, but they didn’t make sense with such little extra context. And he still couldn’t find a name!
A slight groan drew Johnny’s attention, startling him so much he almost dropped the wallet. Quickly, he gathered his composure, crossing his arms to try to appear intimidating and in control. “Finally awake,” he said. The man took a second to gather their wits, glancing first to Johnny, then down and back. Johnny could see their shoulders pulling as they tested their restraints before giving up. “So… you got a name?” Johnny asked, holding up their ID card.
The man narrowed his eyes, gritting his teeth as if considering whether to not answer just to spite Johnny. But he finally said, “Kenshi Takahashi.”
Johnny repeated the name, feeling it in his mouth. He gave a nod to himself in approval. “Nice name. I like the shi’s.”
Kenshi tilted his head, frown deepening at the stupid remark. “Give that back,” he demanded, nodding at his wallet.
Johnny looked at the card again before shrugging, sliding it back into Kenshi’s wallet and tossing it into his lap. “I knew you weren’t Taira clan.”
“You know nothing Cage,” Kenshi growled.
Johnny shrugged again, hands planting to his hips. “I know enough to know your story’s bullshit. But hey, don’t feel too down.” Johnny grinned, walking around Kenshi, watching the man’s head turn as he tried to follow their movements and keep them in sight. “You might not get a sword, but I don’t mind handing out participation trophy’s.” Johnny lowered his voice, putting on the tone he used when he was trying to play someone seductive. Well, more seductive than he already naturally was.
Kenshi scoffed. “What are you playing at?”
“C’mon, don’t be shy.” Johnny laughed, “you act like you know so much about me. Surely you know what I do for a living and for my personal fun. Who I like to do ,” he emphasized. He clutched the back of the chair, leaning to the side to look at Kenshi.
Kenshi pulled his shoulder back, looking disgusted. “So Malibu’s best whore just goes around offering their service to everyone they come across?”
Johnny gasped excitedly, putting a hand over his heart with a pleased face. “You think I’m the best? You’re so sweet,” he drawled with over the top and sarcastic cuteness. He lowered himself to his knees on their side, his hands coming to rest gently on Kenshi’s thighs. Johnny felt Kenshi’s muscles tense under his grip, but he didn’t pull away or otherwise make a move to suggest discomfort. “What can I say? I like how it feels, and I could make you feel real good, too.”
Kenshi snorted, apparently trying to keep a stone face and show himself as unaffected. “I’d feel better if I had Sento.”
Johnny whined, lowering his head and rubbing his cheek on Kenshi’s leg like an affectionate cat. “You already have a sword, Sentos mine. Unless you got three million dollars on you, that is. But I’m free,” he insisted, resting his chin on Kenshi’s leg now and looking up at him through fluttering lashes. He looked even better from this angle, Johnny thought, total score.
He let his eyes close, as he breathily moaned their name, “Kenshi Takahashi… ahh, Kenshi.” He opened his eyes, grinning triumphantly, when he noticed Kenshi looking much redder in the face than before, as well as their pants starting to tent with an erection. “Just let me take care of you,” Johnny insisted, “don’t you want to put me in my place, Kenshi,” he moaned again.
Clearly the swordsman's resolve was breaking. Faced with a begging slut, it was hard to say no. Now Kenshi was finding more and more that he didn’t want to say no. It would be a bit satisfactory, he argued with himself, to take a consolation prize.
“ Kenshi Takahashi… ” a new voice said, airy and with an echo, like it was coming from everywhere and yet nowhere.
Johnny's and Kenshi’s faces both dropped. They stared at each other, blinking silently before Johnny broke the tension. “That… that was you, right?” he asked nervously.
Kenshi shook his head, now looking around the mansion suspiciously. “I thought it was you.”
Johnny hopped to his feet, beginning his own visual search of the room. He couldn’t see anyone, but he wouldn’t put it past someone hacking into his speakers. “Who was that? Come out!” He demanded, putting his hands on his hips.
“ Kenshi Takahashi… ” the voice repeated, this time much louder, and more pointed. This time, Johnny was able to better pinpoint the voice. He cautiously picked up Kenshi’s forgotten sword, brandishing it as he approached where he assumed the noise was coming from. Was it someone on the pools outside deck? Or maybe it was coming from upstairs, drifting through the open slats of the spiral staircase. Johnny checked their first, trying to look up through the gaps.
Maybe now was the right time to call the cops. If there was a third, apparently unrelated party, things might get a little more dangerous.
“ Kenshi!”
Johnny jumped. The voice was definitely right near him, and he whipped around, expecting to find someone. But again, nobody was around. He noticed another noise now, however. A vibration or light shaking. Slowly, Johnnys eyes trailed up to Sento, mounted on the wall. The sword was rocking in its mount, jittering with a slight glow against the wooden holds, keeping it up.
He stared at it in awe and shock, mouth dropping open as he pointed at it with his free hand, looking between the sword and Kenshi. “It’s talking,” he pointed out the obvious. “That sword is fucking talking. This isn’t real right? It can’t be? This is special effects? Tell me this is you!” Johnny demanded. But Kenshi shook his head harder, looking just as freaked out.
“Get me out of this,” Kenshi said, struggling against the ropes binding him.
Johnny didn’t listen though, to enthralled with Sento. He was fearful, but also so fascinated he couldn’t help but get closer, looking up at it with
wide eyes.
“Take me to Kenshi… ” it asked, quiet and gentle now. “ Take me…”
Against better reasoning, Johnny did as it asked, too entranced to think of disobeying. He dropped Kenshi’s original sword; the weapon clattering to the ground, while he stretched on his toes to carefully lift Sento off the wall mount. He held it delicately in his hands, looking down at it as it continued to glow and vibrate. The thrumming in his hands felt good, it felt…strong, powerful even.
Johnny slowly stepped towards Kenshi, still focused on the sword. Kenshi watched him approach and he couldn’t help but lean forward, eyes trained on the sword. Nerves overwhelmed him, as it's not everyday someone is confronted with their ancestral sword glowing and saying their name. But the desire to know more and to know what would happen made him draw as close as he could while still bound to the chair.
Johnny eventually stopped in front of Kenshi. They both looked over the sword, a tense silence between them as they waited for something to happen. A sudden jolt seemed to go up Johnny’s arm, as if the sword had shocked him. He yelped, dropping Sento.
Kenshi quickly spread his legs with his own yelp as Sento clattered against the chair in the space between his legs before bouncing off and lightly knocking his leg, coming to rest on his feet. “Cage!” Kenshi shouted, annoyed. Who just drops an unsheathed sword on someone? What if it cut him?
Johnny finally seemed to snap out of whatever trance he had come out of. “Shit, sorry,” he apologized quickly, bending over and snatching Sento back quickly. It stopped vibrating, and the glow seemed to dissipate. Sento had gone silent.
“It stopped,” Johnny pointed out the obvious.
Kenshi glared at Johnny, ready to demand his freedom again. He never got the chance though, as his eyes drifted over Johnny's shoulder to behind him. He did a double take between Johnny and what was behind him, his eyes widening and mouth dropping open.
Johnny noticed immediately. “What? What? What is it?” he asked, clutching Sneto tighter for protection. The hairs on the back of his neck raised, prickling along his spine and sending a shiver through him. Johnny squeezed his eyes shut, fear gripping his heart as he refused to turn around. “I do porn, not horror!” he wailed. Finally, he forced himself to turn, whipping around and brandishing Sento for protection. Kenshi and Johnny both confronted a third party as Kenshi leaned to the side to look around Johnny.
The first thing they noticed was that it glowed the same color as Sento had, mystical teal that flicked about in wisps and distorted the outline of the ghostly figure. It was clearly a man, dressed in samurai garb and complete with its own sword that they held loosely by their side. The figure looked down at himself momentarily, as if to admire its new form.
Johnny stumbled back, falling into Kenshi’s lap, but he was too freaked out to even care at this point. He turned his legs, so he sat more to the side, clutching one arm around the back of Kenshi’s chair while pointing a shaky finger at the samurai. “This can’t be real! That’s an effect, right? An illusion!”
“ I am no mirage, Johnny Cage,” the apparition laughed.
“I believe it’s a ghost,” Kenshi offered, eyes trained on the glowing man. He did not know it, and yet he felt like he should. Like it was someone he once knew long ago, a friend he forgot or a family member who had gone estranged, uncertainty with their face, but familiarity in his heart.
“Ghost?” Johnny repeated, blinking in wonder. “I knew this place was haunted… the realtor gave me too good of a discount for it to be legitimate,” Johnny muttered to himself. Places that were supposedly haunted often got their prices marked down after all. Or it might just be because he and the realtor ‘tested out’ the bed in the house.
“ We are your ancestors, Kenshi. You have come for us finally and awoken us from fitful slumber ,” the ghost explained. It moved forward, holding its free hand out invitingly.
“Johnny, the ropes,” Kenshi hissed.
“Yeah, yeah, for sure, just don’t let it possess me,” Johnny hissed back, still keeping an eye on the ghost. Johnny leaned back, using Sento to cut through the ropes holding Kenshi’s wrists.
Kenshi rubbed his wrists for a second, tilting his head as he looked to the apparition’s outstretched hand. He shoved Johnny out of his lap, ignoring their whine, and walked towards the apparition slowly. “You are my ancestor? You… you came from Sento?”
The apparition nodded. “ Yes. We are Sento. The Taira clan has waited centuries to be reclaimed by a descendant. We will aid you in your quest to free our family and restore our name.”
Kenshi laughed in disbelief, even through his excitement. He was talking to his ancestors through a teal, glowing man who just came out of a sword… He had seen many crazy things through his time in the Yakuza, but this had to be the most insane. But… it comforted him. He had gained not only his ancestors’ sword, but his ancestors themself. They were clearly magical in some way. They would be of grand aid. Kenshi would be free. His clan would be free!
“Uhm…quick question,” Johnny shyly asked, raising his hand halfheartedly from the floor where he stills sat. Both Japanese men looked at him, Kenshi groaning his displeasure at the interruption. He had almost forgotten the actor was still there. He noticed Sento, the sword, still cradled in their lap, Johnny keeping a hand on it delicately. “Does this mean you were in… here? Like, the whole time?” Johnny asked, offering up the sword.
Sento, the warrior, approached Johnny. Their fingers ghosted over the blade before closing their hand over the handle. They sighed in contentment before turning and holding it out to Kenshi. Kenshi glanced between the Sentos before taking the sword with reverence. Sento looked back at Johnny, tossing their sword away, the weapon dissipating with a slight glow. “ Yes, our spirits have resided inside the sword since our death. We should thank you as well, Johnny Cage. We were stuck for decades in storage rooms, passed between unworthy hands, and pawned like a common good. But you rescued us, gave us the honor we deserve. Even though you denied our descendent at first, your victory in Kombat is more admirable than disdainable.” Sento’s hand came to caress Johnny’s face. The palm was cold, and it sent a shiver through Johnnys spine, but it was surprisingly firm as well. It had solidity to it and weight. Sento somehow had managed to hold a form both mystical and physical.
Johnny was still a little frightened. He had gone against ghosts and ghouls in a few of his movies, such as the aptly named Ghost Gangbang, or Demons get Dirty , but he typically preferred the paranormal as fiction rather than fact. But, despite his reservations, he couldn’t help but also feel a longing towards the warrior. C’mon, when else would he get the chance to talk to an ancient ghost? There was so much he could ask him! Starting with, “wait, so could you see everything the entire time you were mounted?””
Sento nodded once, hand trailing down farther on Johnny’s skin. The cold fingers ran down the side of his neck, dancing across his throat before coming to rest on his shoulder, the thumb gently stroking the vein where Johnnys pulse could be felt. Johnny turned positively red. That meant Sento saw all the shoots he had done in the living room since Johnnys’ acquisition of the blade.
Sento chuckled deeply. “ We admire your tenacity, in Kombat as well as in your other skills. You are affectionate towards our Kenshi?”
Johnny wasn’t quite sure what to say. He was at least glad the magical samurai wasn’t pissed at him for knocking their descendant over the head. Unsure what else to say, he simply admitted to the query. “Yeah… I mean… he’s handsome and… it felt like he had a big dick.”
“Johnny!” Kenshi interjected, upset that was apparently the only thing Johnny could think to say to his ancestors.
“It’s true!”
Far from feeling disrespected, however, Sento chuckled once again. Their hand shifted again, trailing back up Johnny’s neck to their chin. The fingers tilted Johnny’s head back farther, and Sento admired their soft skin. They had known only roughness all their years; it was ecstasy to feel something tender now. They lifted a hand to their mask, lifting it away from their face and discarding it like their sword, the piece disappearing into thin air. Now unrestricted, Sento leaned down, drawing Johnny closer to them. They pressed their cold lips to Johnnys’ warm ones, breathing in the wonder of life.
Johnny whined into the kiss, eyes fluttering close and letting the ghost use him. He stretched forward, arms managing to wrap around their neck to keep them close. They tasted like stars and promises, sharp metal and the tang of steel on steel, like blood spilled for love. They tasted like everything Johnny could ever desire. Sento parted briefly to Johnnys dismay, looking over his wanting face and warm, pleading eyes. Sento turned to look at Kenshi, who was watching stunned.
“ Put us down,” Sento instructed, pointing at the sword in Kenshi’s hands. “ Help me reward our secondhand deliverer. That was what you were doing before, was it not?” Sento didn’t wait for an answer, certain Kenshi would follow their command. He did.
Kenshi approached cautiously, unsure of himself. He looked upon Johnny who had returned to Sentos touch, desperately tilting his head to keep Sentos mouth of his. Sento pulled away again to Johnnys discontent. “ He likes it,” Sento gripped Johnny’s cheeks, turning his head to the side towards Kenshi, inviting him forward.
Kenshi locked eyes with Johnny, who indeed was enjoying it. His lips glistened with spit and his eyes didn’t seem fully focused. But slowly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he reached for Kenshi. “Let’s reenact The Biggest Swordsman ,” Johnny encouraged, putting his lips to Kenshi’s. Kenshi could only assume that was another one of the porn actors’ movies, and he was shaping up to be one of its stars. Well, who was Kenshi to oppose his ancestors? Or Johnnys begging…
Kenshi kissed back, taking hold of Johnnys face in place of Sento’s as he kissed. Their teeth clacked against each other and Kenshi’s tongue found its way into Johnnys mouth. Johnny sucked on the appendage, moaning around it. Johnny opened his mouth wider, nipping at Kenshi’s lips. Their breath mixed as they huffed against each other, and Kenshi fell deeper into Johnny. Fuck, no wonder he was the country’s top whore. His skills were no act.
Sento delighted in their descendants’ enjoyment, watching the two practically attack each other’s faces. They guessed there was likely still some rivalry and competitive instincts in the makeout from the way Kenshi sought to take more and more control over the actor. He had been beaten in Kombat, now he sought to reestablish a hierarchy.
Sento moved around the back of Johnny, pushing him forward gently with a palm to the flat of his back. Their hands drifted down Johnny’s sides, the skin quivering underneath. Sliding their hand under them and up to his chest, Sento found the skin in the open gashes of Johnnys shirt. Their cold hand slid over the skin, down his pecs until they found his nipples. Sento rubbed the nubs between their fingers, making Johnny whine into Kenshi’s mouth. Their cold hands caused his nipples to perk right up, and pleasure shivered through Johnny as Sento pinched them.
Their hands retreated to Johnnys disappointment, and to his even greater disappointment when Sento ripped through what was left of his shirt, discarding the pieces away. It was a pretty sexy move, sure, but it still hurt to hear the expensive fabric rip—even if the shirt was pretty much unsalvageable, anyway. Sento’s hands ran down Johnny’s bare chest, feeling over his sides. Each finger pressed individually against every rib in Johnny’s side, thumbing over the ridges lovingly. They flattened their palm to Johnny’s stomach, running their hand up from his naval all the while Johnny keened under the touching.
It had been so long since those in Sento had felt warmth and life. They could see, but could not feel, through the sword they resided in and the longing for touch had only grown each day of their spiritual existence. It was the spirit’s greatest jealousy of the mortals, for while they had gained many new senses, they had lost the most meaningful; they had lost touch. But now that they had freedom, Sento would not waste their opportunity. They would use their touch to its fullest. They had been gifted a most willing participant in Johnny, and now the world had truly begun to turn in the right direction for the Taira clan. Sento pressed their entire chest against Johnnys back, their hands clutching round his waist to bring him in closer to them. Johnny could feel their ghostly armor against his skin, but for Sento it was like being bare together.
Seeing how Sento embraced their physicality so readily made Kenshi all the hornier. His ancestors were taking what they wanted from Johnny, and Kenshi was quick to follow suit. His hand twisted into the back of Johnny’s hair, relishing in his pain-pleasure moan. Kenshi was loath to admit he had watched some of Johnnys movies. He was curious, so sue him. He had wanted to know exactly who he was dealing with when he broke into Cage’s mansion, and along the way he had discovered more than just Johnnys Kombat skills he used for his surprising stunts. He knew the actor loved using his mouth, whether it was for talking or fucking. As long as he got to work it out, it was his favorite.
Pulling Johnny off him, he moved to sit down as well as take a second to admire their panting red face. He wiped some of the spit from his lips, spreading it across their cheek. By now Kenshi was harder than a rock, and he made sure Johnny knew it by forcing their head to tilt down to look at his pants. “If I remember correctly, before Sento, you were offering me something,” Kenshi murmured into Johnny’s ear.
“How rude of me to not have continued,” Johnny teased back. He shifted forward, lowering himself farther to the ground for balance and arching his back. His face was now level with Kenshi’s crotch while his ass pressed up against Sento. Johnny pawed at Kenshi’s pants, feeling his erection through the fabric of the dress pants. While he attempted to unlatch Kenshi’s belt, Sento had moved even farther back.
Johnny felt something circling the rim of his hole despite his pants still being on. Before he could even question it, Sento forced from him a whine pushing a finger into him. They were rough and quick to add more, fucking Johnny on their fingers with the same strength they would slay an enemy. Johnny realized that Sento can chnage the solidity of their form and used that power to their strength to touch Johnny through his clothes. Ghost sex just got a whole hell of a lot hotter for Johnny—despite Sento’s cold hands—when he imagined the millions of ideas and plots that could utilize such a power.
He could be a businessman in a meeting trying to keep his cool while an invisible force fucked him. Or maybe he was a ghost hunter who kept being assaulted by the very ghosts he was trying to exorcize, unable to stop them as they used him for a quick fuck in their afterlife. Johnny grew hotter just from his imagination, and Sento could feel his excitement from how he clenched around their fingers. He was still pretty loose already from his earlier shoot of Adventure!! Katara Vala in Johnny Cage , and Sento took that as encouragement to plunge their fingers deeper into him.
Johnny rested his cheek on Kenshi’s thigh, some drool slipping from his mouth as he moaned from the treatment. Kenshi enjoyed the show, but he would prefer to be one of its performers. Knowing Johnny was to out of sorts to finish doing it himself, Kenshi undid his belt. He took hold of one of Johnnys’s perfectly manicured and soft hands, and placed it at the top of his pants. He encouraged Johnny to pull it down himself, and the actor seemed to remember his earlier task as he returned to it with vibrancy.
Johnny clutched Kenshi’s pants and underwear, sliding it down enough for Kenshi’s erection to spring out against his face. Johnny rubbed his cheek on the skin lovingly, noticing pre-cum dribbling from the top. He laid a kiss on the top, then several more down the side before using his tongue to lick right back up. Kenshi’s dick was even bigger than Johnny imagined, and Johnny had a pretty big imagination. He fitted his hands around it, stroking it slowly at first while he continued to tease them with light kisses around the hot skin.
Kenshi’s hand stayed resting in Johnny’s hair, sometimes tugging at the brown locks lightly to encourage them on. He could see Sento still going to town behind Johnny, fully focused on his fat ass. He had to admit, before he became too inundated with the pleasure he was receiving, he was very surprised how much the spirit seemed to crave physical intimacy so quickly after it had been freed. He would have expected disdain for Johnny and his slutty behavior from the warriors inside Sento, but they fully welcomed it. Then again, prostitutes have always seemed to be a soldier’s favorite pastime in bygone eras.
Johnny shuddered as fingers stroked his insides, arching his back farther from the feeling. He could tell they were searching for that special spot the way Sentos fingers probed his walls. It didn’t take them long to find it, as another thrust of their finger suddenly sent electric shots up Johnnys back. He titled his head back with a strangled moan, pressing back his ass onto Sentos thick and rough fingers. “Right there, right there!” Johnny said. Sento smirked and followed instructions, clutching tight to Johnny’s hips with their free hand to better fuck into Johnny. They abused the spot mercilessly, to the point of almost overstimulation.
As Sento delivered unto him the ecstasy of sex, Johnny returned the favor to their descendent as he worked faster on Kenshi’s dick. He opened his mouth to take in the head of their cock, sucking on it lightly and dipping his tongue around the folds. His hands jerked off what he hadn’t gotten to as he moved to swallow Kenshi deeper.
Kenshi moaned, pulling Johnny’s head down further on his dick. He had slept with many before, but no one had ever been this good. Johnny put all his previous partners to shame, and he couldn’t help but think his luck was almost too good to be true. He had gotten many gifts today, and Johnny was the voluptuous and juicy cherry on top of it all. Johnnys hot and wet mouth had to be one of the new seven wonders of the world, and at that moment Kenshi could only think of how much he wanted this to never end. A bona fide whore always at his disposable… Johnny would like it too, wouldn’t he? After all, they seemed very interested in the big dick Kenshi was giving him.
Johnnys own cock was leaking profusely inside his pants and tears pricked in the corners of his eyes as he sought release. He fumbled with one hand on his pants, managing to open his belt with some difficulty. He tore it off quickly, and it clattered to the grounder. The button was much harder and required extra yanking until it undid. Finally, without constraint, Johnny ripped down his zipper and slid his hands to the front of his pants and underwear, freeing his cock to the cold air of the mansion. He sighed with relief, bringing his hand back to Kenshi and continuing his own work.
Johnny was a very talented man. He didn’t need to touch himself to cum, and he could tell an orgasm was building. The combination of the weight of Kenshi’s dick dragging along his tongue and Sento still jack hammering against his prostate was almost too much to bear. But if he was going to come, he wanted it to be on something big .
Pulling his lips off Kenshi momentarily with an obscene pop , Johnny looked back at Sento. He used one hand to tap at Sento’s, drawing their attention towards him. “No more fingers,” Johnny begged, still catching his breath and sucking in slight gasps. “I want you to fuck me properly, give me that ghost cock.”
Johnny could see Sento’s shoulders shake in a chuckle, but they seemed to agree with Johnnys desperate sentiment. They reached a hand down to their front, and, like their precious items, the bottom half of their clothing vanished. Johnny stared unabashedly at their lengthy erection that stood proud. Johnny turned his face up to look at Kenshi, grinning at the blushing Japanese man. “I see where you get it from. Good genes,” Johnny praised teasingly. Kenshi snorted in amusement, before pushing Johnny’s lips back onto his dick, chasing his own high.
Johnny bobbed his head in Kenshi’s lap, falling into a rhythm while he focused on Sento gripping tight to both sides of his hips. Their jagged fingernails dug into Johnnys soft flesh, leaving behind angry red imprints. Goosebumps raised on the flesh. Then Sentos hands moved, dragging their nails closer together onto the firm cheeks of Johnny’s ass. Fire lit up on the scratch marks, warming his body against Sentos’ chill. Sentos fingers pressed into the plush fat while their thumbs spread Johnny open.
Johnny choked on Kenshi’s dick as Sento’s girth nudged against his hole. The cockhead stroked over his hole a couple times, slow and teasing, and Johnny whined wantonly. He pushed back, trying to tell Sento to get on with it, but they held his hips firmly to keep him in place. Just when Johnny was getting ready to look back and beg, Sento entered him. It was swift and brutal, and Johnny felt from empty to full in a second.
The actor keened, squeezing his eyes shut as he stalled on Kenshi’s cock. He held his head there for a long moment, just warming Kenshi’s cock as Sento set an unforgiving pace of fucking. Kenshi took that as his cue, and both hands were now on Johnny’s head. Johnny went limp in Kenshi’s hands, letting the family pair use him however they wanted.
Kenshi did his best to match with Sento, fucking up his hips into Johnny’s throat as he pulled him down. He grunted with each thrust, his eyes squeezing shut involuntarily despite how much he wanted to see Johnnys face. Johnny’s throat seemed to open easily for Kenshi, and the swordsman took full advantage of that. It was an easy fact to assume that Johnny had no gag reflex, and the actor knew how to put it to good use.
Each time Sento thrust into Johnnys backside, he pushed the actor farther into Kenshi, and vice versa. For Johnny, it was almost like being on a seesaw. When one side went down, the other went up. He couldn’t stop to think from the ever present pleasure of being filled on both sides. Why would he even want to think? Being a dumb whore that had to worry about nothing but who they were going to fuck next was the greatest pleasure in life for Johnny.
Thinking brought too much worry. It was why he was never happy in college when he was initially perusing his quantum physics degree. Porn had been a side gig to help bring in some extra money, but it was how John Carlton found his greatest pleasure in life. All he needed to do was smile at the camera and get his brains fucked out, and he would make cash . How could anyone be opposed to such an idea? He was making money while feeling amazin g. He didn’t have to think about thesis and what paper was due next. All he needed to think about was getting back onset as soon as possible.
Sento drove into Johnny’s ass as hard as they could with each wild thrust. It had been too long since they had felt the simple carnal pleasure of someone’s cheeks bouncing back on their balls.
They had called it Johnnys reward, but it was also for them, and, of course, their dedicated, dearest descendant. Sento glanced at Kenshi without even a stutter in his relentless fucking. He could tell the other man was enjoying it immensely. Sento smiled, concentrating back on Johnny. They desired to keep the actor long term, and they hoped this experience would ensure their wish. They would fight for their clan’s freedom, then come back to their most beautiful wife as any good warrior would.
Kenshi could tell he was getting close, and he pushed Johnny further down on his dick, forcing their nose into the hair at the base of his crotch. He wanted to mark the man so deeply inside Johnny would never be able to get rid of it. He would prove a point and then some. Johnny took it beautifully, inclining his head to let Kenshi push as deep as he wanted. He felt his own orgasm fast approaching, and he dared to brush one hand wantonly against his own cock.
Sento draped themself over Johnnys back, their hand ghosting forward to gently touch Kenshi’s’s cheek. Kenshi tilted his head curiously, unable to muster a question when his mouth was occupied with pants and soft moans slipping from his lips. “ His mouth is without intimacy. Finish inside him with me, breed him full with our powerful seed.”
Kenshi wasn’t exactly sure what to make of his wispy ancestor. He knew very well Johnny was no woman that could be impregnated like his ancestors seemed to think. But fuck if it wasn’t hot to imagine. Besides, with an invitation like that, who could refuse?
Kenshi gripped Johnny and pulled him off, relishing in his long whine, Johnny already missing the hot weight in his mouth. Kenshi ripped off Johnny’s pants, tossing them away. “You’re getting something better,” Kenshi promised, pushing him back by the shoulders to make him left higher. Sento followed suit, wrapping one hand around Johnny’s chest and the other still holding tight to his hip. They lifted Johnny back on to Sento’s lap, his dick sliding deeper into his ass. Johnny cried out, tossing his head back and desperately reaching back with clawing hands for something solid to grab onto.
Not wasting any time, Kenshi ran his hands down to Johnnys thighs. He squeezed the flesh on the inner part, kneading at the fat lovingly before he pushed them up higher and wider, spreading Johnny open farther. Johnny lolled his head to the side, eyes glued to where Kenshi’s cock rubbed against his entrance, where Sento already occupied. They were going to use him at the same time in the same hole—Johnny realized quite quickly. His eyes squeezed shut just at the imagination, then flew open so he could feel the reality.
Johnny clutched Kenshi, leaning his head forward to rest on their shoulder in preparation. “C’mon,” Johnny panted against Kenshi’s ear, “give it to me. Let your bitch feel you where you belong.” Kenshi’s ears turned bright red from Johnnys dirty talk, but it got the job done.
There was some resistance, as Johnnys’ hole stretched to accommodate for two, but this wasn’t the actor’s first rodeo. He had taken more before, such as in Cabin Slave Boy: Bermuda Sluts . Johnny moved his own hips, helping Kenshi to ease in until the actor sat fully on both men’s laps, stuffed with their massive erections.
Johnny nuzzled his face into Kenshi’s neck as he was given a little time to breathe. Patience wasn’t much of a strong suit between all three of them, though, and it didn’t take long before Johnny was ready.
The first thrust from both had Johnny keening forward with gasps. They were both massive, and they stretched his insides in a way that hurt so good. They then began to go faster, as Sento again took control and set a harsh pace. Kenshi and Sento took turns fucking up against Johnnys prostate so that the actor never had a moment of relief from the spine tingling pleasure. Johnnys eyes had rolled into the back of his head and his rouges curled as cry after cry was ripped from him with each thrust. It was so much and so good; he didn’t even realize when he started cumming, both swordsman fucking him right through his orgasm relentlessly.
Kenshi noticed the wet spot between him and Johnny, cum dripping against both their stomachs. Through the sweat haze, Kenshi managed a laugh in between pants. He scooped up some of Johnny’s cum, and pulled their head back to watch him as he lay it on his tongue, tasting the actor. The actor eyed his mouth with desire and Kenshi pulled him to him, sticking his tongue without ceremony into Johnny’s mouth. He licked at Johnny’s tongue, making him taste himself. The Japanese men continued to drive into Johnny with reckless abandon. There would surely be bruises.
As a spirit, Sento did not have much restriction to their stamina. Fucking didn’t take away the same kind of exertion as fighting might, so they could, theoretically, last forever. However, as wonderful as it was sounding in the moment, it wasn’t a very practical or realistic proposal. So Sento manufactured an end to the pleasure. Only for now, of course. A battle had been fought, but war lasts a long time, there will be more opportunities in the future. Sento was sure of that.
Drifting a cold hand up to Johnny’s neck, they angled the man’s attention towards them. They observed the half-lidded eyes and spit that dripped from their lips with lustful eyes. “ Beautiful wife… we are going to fill you. Take our virile seed and breed us strong children.”
“Fuck, it’s sexy when you talk ancient,” Johnny replied carelessly. He was too fucked out to try to understand anything the spirit said. All he knew was he liked the ancient and the massive dick they were driving into him. Sento chuckled, their voice reverberating through Johnny’s chest like they spoke from his very body, a voice tucked up against his heart protected by his shaking ribs.
Picking up the pace, Kenshi and Sento slammed into Johnny brutally, bruising his insides with their love. Sento came first, glowing cum depositing into Johnny like he was getting fucked at a rave. Kenshi followed not long after, his hips stuttering and bucking Johnnys ass a few times as he came inside. Their cum filled Johnny, stuffing him full to the brim and painting his insides. Johnny came again from the feeling of their cum shooting inside while their dicks still throbbed. Kenshi gave a few teasing thrusts, causing Johnny to cry out from overstimulation.
“We gotta do this again,” Johnny panted after recovering a bit more. He leaned forward against Kenshi, shifting his hips as their cocks still stayed firmly pressed inside. Johnny moaned, kissing Kenshi one more time. “And next time, give me a chance to get my camera so I can film it,” Johnny added excitedly. Kenshi only rolled his eyes.
Ding dong . The mansion’s doorbell rang and in an instant Sento had vanished and Kenshi went rigid. Johnny yelped at the sudden disappearance inside him, the plugged up cum starting to leak out and he reached back to touch it lightly with his fingers. Ding dong , the doorbell rang again. Johnny and Kenshi could hear the sound of voices outside. It couldn’t be the police, but Johnny didn’t know who else would be calling so late. Cris? No, she would have the key- ding dong . The rings were becoming much more incessant.
With help from Kenshi, Johnny crawled off his laps, legs wobbling as he held tight to the swordsman. “Fuck man! Just give us a minute! Uh- me! Give me a minute!” Johnny shouted at the door. What a shitty time for some house warming! Johnny’s minute arrived much too quickly. The door was thrown open with force, the lock cracking under the weight of someone forcing their way in. Johnny yelped and ducked behind Kenshi for protection, attempting to cover himself while Kenshi hurriedly tried to stuff his own shame back into his pants.
“Brother, was that necessary?” One voice asked.
The other was quick to respond, “how dare they keep us waiting we-“
All three men who had entered stopped in their tracks. The one in front surveyed the damage. Clothing ripped and stripped off… the chair Kenshi had previously been tied to was knocked over and the ropes cut… Sento laying on a couch with a distinctly mystical air to it… and, of course, the two men in the middle of the room. The man dressed in blue eyed the legs peeking out from behind Kenshi’s, which quivered and had cum running down the sides. His mouth turned to a deep frown of ire and unruly curiosity. The one in yellow could only look on, surprised, with an eyebrow raised.
“Who the fuck are you?” Johnny demanded to know from behind Kenshi. He pointed accusingly at the trio, his other hand holding tight to Kenshi’s shoulder who held an arm out to the side as if to shield protectively.
The man in front, dressed in white, respectfully averted his eyes, while also managing to sneak his own glances. “I see we came at a bad time… we will give you some time.” He turned, quickly patting his hands on the shoulders of his entourage and encouraging them to turn and walk out with him. “come along…” the two color coded ninja looking people complied, although all three cast a final look over their shoulder. Kenshi felt like he was being looked right through, since all three seemed focused only on Johnny.
Once the door had shut, Johnny relaxed. He clenched his legs together, sharing a confused look with Kenshi. “What in the actual fuck?”