Discretion

MAX

What the fuck was nantaimori? I actually had to look it up.

David greeted me at the door wearing a kimono with a lot of chest hair sticking out at the top. He looked at me like a hungry lion observing a gazelle and escorted me to the kitchen.

Tonight was a birthday party for David’s boyfriend Mikkel, and quite the party it would be. What happened to the days of cake and a glass of fancy wine?

At least I’d found out what I was getting into before I arrived or I might have fled.

They had offered to pay twice my going rate to be their human sushi board with a very happy ending! I mean happy birthday.

The Japanese chef and his assistant were meticulously professional as they prepped my body before the guests arrived.

I couldn’t even look at my phone as I lay there waiting, staring at the ceiling.

Luckily, the house was warm or I would have frozen while wearing nothing but California rolls, raw fish, and a small white slip to cover my hairless manhood.

Two guests arrived before the birthday boy. They admired the sushi buffet but completely ignored me. It was the most bizarre thing ever!

The lights were switched off, and when Mikkel came home, they all yelled, “Surprise!” and threw streamers at him.

“Oh my soul!” Mikkel squealed in an exaggerated high-pitched voice. “A sushi boy!”

“Only the best for my boo!” David said, kissing his boyfriend.

I couldn’t actually see any of the stuff going on because I had been instructed not to move. I stared at the ceiling, wondering what kind of crime I had committed in my previous life to deserve this.

Once the guys were done complimenting David’s new pair of expensive heels, they sat around the “dinner table.”

“So, as you all know, there’s a rule,” David said with joy. “No hands!”

It was an absolutely bizarre feeling to be eaten off of. Their lips tickled and excited me. Luckily, they hadn’t put any sushi on my dick, or it would have been on the floor.

One of the guests was cheeky and moved from a piece of sashimi to my nipple, making me flinch slightly. The guys discussed the most outrageous things, once again oblivious to my presence.

When it was time for presents, spoiled little Mikkel got a designer bracelet from one of his friends and a large black Vero carryall from the other.

Mikkel loved his gifts but hadn’t gotten anything from David yet.

“My darling Mikkel, this year I didn’t want to give you a thing but rather an experience…”

“Are you taking me to Monaco?” Mikkel gasped.

“No, but duly noted,” David said, sounding slightly put off.

“Saint Bart’s?”

“No, you spoiled bitch!” he said slapping Mikkel’s arm. “It is right here! This is not just dinner—it is also dessert.”

He called me “it”! Motherfucker!

“Oooh,” Mikkel said, then, “oh,” two octaves lower.

The guests were suddenly uncharacteristically quiet.

“Happy birthday, baby. Enjoy your treat!” he said, cutting my slip away with a small pair of scissors.

Being watched by four guys while lying on a table butt naked had an effect on me. I felt myself slowly rise to the occasion.

As the birthday boy, Mikkel got to start. Interestingly enough, he didn’t ask me to do anything to him.

Instead, he deepthroated my dick with ease. I was worried that I would be covered in sushi again if he went too far, but this guy was a pro!

He kept going till I reached my crescendo, so I reached out to tap on his head carefully as was my custom. He completely ignored me and kept going.

After milking me completely, he grabbed David and snowballed my cum into his boyfriend’s mouth! David spat out my seed into his glass and handed Mikkel a condom and lube from next to the table.

At first, Mikkel hesitated, but then his pants were around his ankles, and he fucked me on the table while the others played with my body.

Mikkel came and David took his place. The host had probably been looking forward to this part of the evening the most.

When he opened his kimono, I was shocked to see the largest cock in my entire questionable career.

David knew how to use his tool and had me moaning without needing to pretend. The guests were already naked and ready by the time he was done.

Once all four of them had fucked me, they decided to take the party to a nightclub. They all got dressed as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

David quickly paid with his card and gave no tip while the others were urging him to hurry.

I stood in the hallway feeling utterly humiliated. However, I’d just pocketed my highest single-day earnings to date.

I had to consider it a win.