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The Taste Of Smoke

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This wasn’t good. Nishiwaki knew this mission was going too smoothly up until he got to that warehouse. He was right to have been suspicious of everything. Though he was armed, he was not prepared to fight that many men.

Now he was tied up, and in some unknown garage on the outskirts of the city.

He didn’t know where Saki was. Or who had been sent after her. While she was more than capable of fending for herself—he still couldn’t help but worry.

Every time she’s sent out to fight, all he can think about is Michiko and Shichiro. How they would feel. How he saw Shichiro’s eyes and Michiko’s smile in Saki. Someone he vowed to protect was now sent out to battle the shadows of Japan.

Saki was a tough girl. Anything that could be sent her way, she would endure and come out on top. That is why she became the second Sukeban Deka.

Still, she deserved better than this.

And it was his fault she had been sent down this path, even if he also had no choice in the matter himself.

While his thoughts continued to race, a suited man sauntered down the stairs and swiftly kicked Nishiwaki’s leg. Cutting off his train of thought. And definitely leaving a bruise in the process. “Hey! Pay attention. I’m talking to you!”

The man leaned in close. Nishiwaki could smell countless cigarettes in his breath. It absolutely reeked and he already began to feel nauseous. “Where’s the girl?”

Silence. Only glaring up at the man in response. Not a word would leave his mouth. Even if he knew, he’d never tell them.

“I hear you and that girl have been giving my men trouble.” The man grit his teeth, frustration burning in his voice. It was evident he was about to snap. “I’m getting tired of your games. If you won’t tell us, then I’ll put that mouth of yours to use another way.”

Before Nishiwaki could react, the barrel of a pistol was shoved into his mouth. His heart stopped within an instant. And worst of all, there was no way for him to tell if it was loaded or not.

Click.

The barrel rotated, making his pulse skyrocket. Fuck.

Things went from bad to worse. Especially since he was dealing with someone who clearly had a really short temper.

Was the end finally coming? He couldn’t be sure. There had been multiple moments across his life where he tiptoed on the edge of death itself. Up until now he survived them all, but one could never know when they’d slip down off the edge. Right to their end.

His fear must have been quite visible, because the man began to smirk. “Oh don’t worry. I’m not gonna shoot ya. I don’t want your blood and brains all over the place anyhow.” His voice was dark and sinister. As well as the grin that continued to creep across his face.

Nishiwaki had a horrible feeling about all this.

He couldn’t and wouldn’t trust his word. This was a man from the dark underbelly of society. Trust wasn’t something anyone should grant him. Despite this, Nishiwaki didn’t like the sound of what he did have planned if he truly wasn’t going to shoot him.

Another click, another rotation of the barrel. His pulse continued to go up.

“Start sucking on it.”

Nishiwaki’s eyes widened in shock. Out of everything, this wasn’t on the list of possibilities in his head. While many other things had been shoved into his mouth before by his foes over the years, a gun had never been one of them.

Now he really felt like he was going to throw up. What a pervert—

“I said, start sucking on it!” He shoved the barrel a bit deeper to prove his point. Making Nishiwaki let out a muffled groan.

Looks like he had no other option.

He prayed that if Saki was to barge in to defeat this man, it would be after whatever he planned to do to him with this gun. She was going through enough already in life. And should be spared from seeing such perverted acts.

Nishiwaki closed his eyes, and started to slowly suck on the barrel.

He hated every fucking moment of this. It was starting to feel preferable to suck this bastard’s cock instead. Though given how his tendencies looked to be, that could already be an idea he was saving for later. Nishiwaki would mentally prepare himself for that.

“Put a bit more effort into it!” The barrel was pushed in deeper. Nishiwaki almost gagged. “Come on old man, give me a show, why don’t you?”

“Mm…” He began to quietly moan as he sucked, as if he was doing this to a dick. Playing exactly into what this man wanted to see. Hesitantly looking up to the man and giving him eye contact to check on his reactions. So far, he looked pleased enough.

Nishiwaki just wanted to get this over with. He opted to pretend it was Shichiro’s cock his lips were wrapped around. Anything to make the seconds go by faster. Even if it wasn’t by much.

“Good boy.” He pressed the tip of his shoe onto Nishiwaki’s crotch, then dug into it. “Keep going for me.”

“Mmh—!” The sudden stimulation from that made his entire body shiver, goosebumps forming across all of his skin.

Then there was the fact the metal of the pistol tasted horrible. It had a nasty flavor reminiscent of smoke, and was almost overwhelming. Nigh impossible to ignore too.

And it didn’t help that he now had a shoe digging into his dick. It hurt.

To his horror, he could feel his body begin to react from it. He had no control over this. Despite all his efforts to think of anything that could prevent him from getting harder, a prominent bulge began to form in his pants. This was hell.

He had to make it out alive. He promised Shichiro and Michiko he’d live to ensure Saki… No, Shiori, would get a chance to live the life she deserved once this was all over. This was a promise he made to himself too, alongside her parents.

Nishiwaki cared about Saki more than anything. He wanted to see her get the chance to live a normal life. Remembering seeing her live out a quiet childhood before tragedy struck, the smile on her face. How both Shichiro and Michiko loved her more than the world itself.

Silently, Nishiwaki made that vow deep in his heart all those years ago. To see that promise through to the end—he’d endure whatever this man would have in store for him.

Continuing to suck the barrel, Nishiwaki whimpered as the man started to grind his shoe straight into his dick. He could feel his lips begin to become a little swollen too from all the sucking he was forced to do.

Looking down to the bulge in Nishiwaki’s pants, “You seem to like all this huh?” A sense of twisted glee continued to ooze out of the man. His cackling filled the air of the room. Ringing right into Nishiwaki’s ears.

He had half a mind to headbutt him to wipe that smug look off his face. But knew it would be better to refrain from doing that. He instead looked up with a quiet and defiant glare, before closing his eyes. Beginning to suck again.

“Mn…” Slowly Nishiwaki bobbed his head back and forth, sucking diligently. Giving this bastard more of what he wanted. A drop of sweat sourced from all of the stress slowly made its way down the side of his face. Heat rushed to his face, making him blush.

He felt even more of the gross taste of the gun’s metal across his tongue. As his cheeks hollowed, he also began to lick the entrance of the pistol as the man slightly pulled it back. It tasted even worse compared to everything else. The flavor of smoke was especially concentrated there, and he wanted to gag again.

Nishiwaki felt utterly disgusted doing all of this. And given how much the man was deriving sexual pleasure from it all, it only made him feel even worse.

Right now, sitting there and taking it was all he could do.

If a chance to escape showed itself to him… Nishiwaki knew he was going to give this asshole exactly what he deserved.

And then some.

“That’s it.” His free hand gripped Nishiwaki’s hair, forcing him to make eye contact. The roughness from his grip made him let out another muffled moan.

Shoving in the barrel deeper again, this time now it was as deep as it could go. Nishiwaki gagged as it hit the back of his throat. He could feel his eyes begin to water from the sensation.

“Oh? Does that feel good, you whore?” The man’s shoe dug harder into his dick and Nishiwaki whimpered yet again. Shockwaves rushed across his whole body, he trembled.

It hurt so damn much. And yet he could feel precome start to leak out. Thankfully it didn’t stain his pants. For now anyways.

Hopefully that won't happen. The last thing he wanted was for this bastard to see something like that.

He desperately wished he was able to stop his body from reacting this way. It surely only gave this man more jackoff material.

Sucking again, his mind began to become fuzzy. Feeling as if he was beginning to leave his body. Continuing the motions and sucking the gun off. Moaning, licking, and sucking. Only fixated on that. Everything else became white noise.

That was when the ferocious sound of a yo-yo cut through the air.

The familiar noise brought Nishiwaki back down into his body, and grounded him onto the earth. Bodies could be heard falling onto the floor upstairs with a heavy thud.

“You bastards!” Another swipe of the yo-yo. “I won’t forgive ya for this!”

Saki!

The man yanked the gun out of his mouth, and immediately ran up the stairs. Glancing back to Nishiwaki who was coughing furiously, “I’ll get back to you later.”

He kept on coughing, some saliva dripping down onto the floor.

As the door slammed shut Nishiwaki knew there wouldn’t be a “later” with Saki now on the scene. Letting out a sigh, he was grateful she wouldn’t have to see him like that.

Now it was time to find a way out.

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