Undressed to Kill

Ok just to let you know I am making up the drugs Genma is on because I can :-P No really it’s because I don’t want to have to go looking at drug after drug for the effects I want and need for him to have, but this is fantasy Japan here anyway, who knows what they have.

The club owner leered down at the drugged out naked ex ninja kneeling in front of him and nuzzling his crotch through his pants.


“You’ve done this before huh pretty boy?” he asked as ‘Ken’ looked up at him.


“Got to make a living somehow,” Genma smiled.


“Well I’m willing to check you out. Get your clothes back on and follow me. You walk around with a package like that out in the open and you’ll get yourself raped,” the club owner instructed backing up and watching the man carefully.


Hiroshi was no fool he couldn’t run a successful club like his without being able to judge his “talent” properly. The man gathering his tatty possessions in front of him was certainly attractive. He was too skinny and had telltale signs of long-term addiction written all over him. Hiroshi could see that he had been a shinobi in the way he moved, he was still graceful and deliberate, if a bit twitchy and stressed. It wasn’t uncommon to come across. If he judged him mentally, stable enough to stay and work at the club he would join several other ex-shinobi that had wondered by and stayed for the security, money and alcohol. Not everyone could handle a shinobi’s life. Some became injured and, unable to continue with the life they had been raised for, sank into addictions.


Ken didn’t seem to have any noticeable physical ailments that would keep him from working as a shinobi so it might have been a personal loss or mental deficiency. Hiroshi hoped the guy wasn’t too unstable, he looked like he knew what he was about trying to turn him on earlier. There would be a lot of call for a guy with his looks and that package. He had about eight or nine male strippers performing and 10 females. He also had a whole other building next to his club for prostitution with both males and females to choose from. His strippers didn’t have to prostitute but all but two of the males did. Most were on drugs like this guy was. Hiroshi like it that way because it was easier to control them, not too much and not too little and they could string themselves out for years.


Hiroshi took the lead and walked through the brush until they came upon a road.


“You must have been pretty out of it not to notice the road. My security guards thought they heard someone yelling in the forest last night. That you?” Hiroshi asked as Genma padded quietly behind him.


“Could have been, probably was,” Genma replied adjusting his pack. His clothes were still very wet but the drugs were giving him a safe distance from himself. It was so odd how sometimes he would feel like all his senses were so clear and well defined and later how he would feel like he was floating somewhere above himself. Fortunately, he was able to think pretty clearly and keep his mission in mind.


Shortly the two men came upon a complex of buildings that couldn’t really be called a town since they consisted almost entirely of bars, clubs, strip joints and brothels.


“Do you have any clue what you wandered into?” Hiroshi asked slyly as they walked towards two of the nicer looking buildings, “We’re just outside a permanent encampment of soldiers and shinobi the Otokage created. We get very good business here year round.”


Genma just nodded making sure to look like he was overwhelmed and tripping which was half true.


Genma followed Hiroshi into the one that was obviously a strip club. This early in the morning, it was pretty dead. In fact there were no customers at all and only a couple of girls cleaning up the tables and sweeping the floor and a tall gray haired man standing behind the bar wiping glasses.


“So, Ken,” Hiroshi started sitting down at a table near the raised platform where the strippers would perform, “What’s your fix? I don’t hire anyone that’s on something that will make them crazy dangerous. Especially not someone trained as a shinobi.”


Genma squelched as he sat down, still wet, in the chair across from Hiroshi. He reached into his pack and pulled out a glass vial filled half filled with black pills and then another with white crystals and a small pipe.


When Hiroshi reached over to take the bottle from him to have a look Genma clutched it to him looking wild with his hair still dripping on his neck and shoulders.


“I had to fuck 3 guys to get enough for that,” Genma said hoarsely as he made his hand begin to shake. He quickly grabbed it with his other and placed them in his lap to hold them still.


“Those don’t come cheap. How many you on a day?” Hiroshi asked leaning back.


“I don’t count any more,” Genma replied quietly. “I got hooked on them five years ago. Back from a mission I had a lot of ribs cracked, and internal damage. Stuck in a bed for months taking those. I couldn’t stop after. They’re so hard to get I don’t know why they started me on them. My village was small and we didn’t have a good medic and little supplies. I guess that’s all they could give me.”


“I can’t always get them so I smoke this to take the edge off,” Genma continued rattling the crystals at the club owner to show them.


“Well those are easy enough to come by here. And if you do as well as I think you might you’ll make enough for the black ones.” Hiroshi said appraisingly. “You want to tell me
why you left your village? They kick you out.”


Genma fought not to smile. He was hoping to be able to properly tell his story and set himself up for meeting Tetsuo.


“My village was destroyed,” Genma started, looking at the floor. He put away the pills and took out his pipe putting some of the white drug in and lighting it. He took a draw and leaned back with his eyes closed, “But even before that I was a fucking whore, shinobi, whatever. It’s all the same fucking thing.”


“Thing is though,” Genma went on with a now hazy look in his eyes from the drug
“I was born with the equipment for it. Everyone knew it, that’s why I was sent on those kind of fuck missions.”


“I was trained for it. I can do anything you ever dreamed of doing and more. I can take it till it hurts so bad I can’t even think and still beg for more,” Genma said casually taking another draw on his pipe letting the smoke fill his lungs with white curls of strange pleasure.


He leaned on the table closer to Hiroshi and stage whispered, “You wanna know something. I love it when it hurts. That’s the best fucking kind. Makes you feel alive you know, like you’re still alive and here on this planet. Let’s you know that someone else is there with you too.”


This guy was obviously a bit crazy but too good to be true. Hiroshi smiled in greed, already knowing who to set this Ken up with. He wasn’t on anything to hard to get around here and it wasn’t the kind of stuff that would send you on a murdering rampage.


“Can you perform?” Hiroshi asked leaning back and smiling as he crossed his arms.


Genma took a last drag on his pipe and set it down. Standing up from the table he backed up a step and tugged his pants down to show his still soft cock. He looked up at Hiroshi and smirked leaning back slightly as, without effort, it quickly stood at attention waiting for further instruction.


Hiroshi laughed and asked, “Can you keep that thing up for any length of time?”


“As long as I need to. I can cum on command as well,” Genma informed him raising an eyebrow in question.


“Lets’ see it then,” the club owner demanded noticing that the wait staff and bar tender were watching the show as well.


Without hesitation Genma closed his eyes leaning his head back with his hands behind his head and put his manhood into full view, also well aware of his audience. Within seconds, his balls tightened and his orgasm was on view his seed spilling onto the table in front of Hiroshi.


The two women blushed slightly giggled and the barman raised an eyebrow before getting back to his glasses.


“That’s quite a show. How long for intermission?” Hiroshi smirked then gaped as he saw the signs of Genma’s erection beginning to return. “That fast.”


“I’m a fucking shinobi,” Genma smirked at the pun, “Like I said I was born with the right equipment and I know how to use it.”


“You know how to dance,” the owner asked nodding towards the stage.


Without a word Genma jumped onto the stage. “Music?”


“Iwao! Music for the wet blond!” Hiroshi called over to the bartender.


Iwao grunted in acknowledgment and reached below the bar to turn on the stereo.


Music dripping with sex and a strong beat filled the air and Genma began. He turned his back to the audience of four and began moving to the music, hips gyrating fluidly to the beat as his hands moved over his legs and thighs to come back up to his cold wet Yukata. He turned back towards the front as he stripped in time to the music. Flexing and moving his body sinuously, making sure to show how his muscles moved under his skin. He teased the ‘crowd’ giving brief glimpses of the flesh hidden by his clothes as he removed them. The way he moved screamed pure raw animal lust and sex and none to soon he was completely bare. He flowed over the brass pole on the stage and licked it sensuously running his hands along it in clear and unadulterated movements as his body ground and wound against it. He grabbed it with both hands and lifted himself off of the ground twirling upside down and sliding until he rested gracefully on the floor on his back where he pumped his hips and arousal in undeniably provocative moments his lust clear on his face. When the music finally stopped he simply sat up as though completely unaffected his arousal fading and hopped back down to the table where Hiroshi sat constraining his mirth.


“You’re hired,” Hiroshi told him holding out his hand to shake.


Genma shook it briefly picking up his pipe and lighting it again smirking, “Well no fucking shit.”