Freewrite: Akira's Valentine is Kamoshida (Persona) (Patreon)

Summary: Ann, Futaba, Makoto, and Haru are all dating Akira. Kamoshida is there to ruin the love story, stealing... Akira away?! Just a little switchero on the typical plot, with Kamoshida turning Akira into his gay sex slave.  Includes: Crossdressing, NTR, Dom/Sub, Yaoi. 

I rarely write yaoi, and I don't think I've ever written NTR Yaoi. So I did. It feels pretty rare and niche, which makes me curious about it. If anyone enjoyed this and would like to commission more, I'd be happy to give them a discount of somekind. 

Just a thought. Hope you enjoy this little Freebie. 

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Four women sat in an empty room, each of them eager to celebrate Valentine’s Day with the man they loved. Those four women were Futaba Sakura,  Haru Okumura, Makoto Niijima, and Ann Takamaki. As heroic as they were beautiful, the four women had long made peace with their shared feelings for Akira, and so they had all come to the same decision.

They would simply all date him at once, a deal that any man would be happy with. Four gorgeous girlfriends all eager to show him love? Each of them happy to share their life with him? Yet their boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

Each of them were beautiful, wearing clothes that only further accented their beauty. They wore expensive lingerie and swimsuits they had bought for this very moment, but these outfits were left almost untouched as they waited for their boyfriend’s return.

“Hey, Futaba,” Ann frowned, glancing at the hacker. “Thought you said Akira was just heading out for lunch?”

“I thought he was.” The orange-haired woman sat on his bed, wearing nothing more than emerald-green underwear. She still had her laptop, though, and she tapped away at it with a frown on her face. “I don’t know where he was. He didn’t even take Mona with him.”

Ann crossed under her arms under her breasts, making them jiggle slightly under her underwear. She tapped her foot against the floor as a frown formed on her face.

She had hoped she and the other girls could surprise Akira with an early visit before their agreed upon date. Yet Akira was missing, and if he didn’t come home soon, he’d be late for their actual date!

“Maybe we should call?” Haru pouted, her large breasts straining against the pink bra she wore over her chest.

“I think Haru’s right. I’m sure he just lost track of time,” Makoto stated, and the others agreed with her.

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Sadly, none of the women realized how badly they had lost. The four had agreed to date Akira together about a month ago, and they believed that Haru, who had won the game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, was Akira’s first kiss.

The truth was, Akira’s first kiss was stolen months ago by the first man Akira thought he had defeated. In a seedy love hotel, out in the middle of nowhere, Akira’s head bobbed up and down. He tasted the long, thick member sliding into his mouth, pressing against the inside of his throat as she shuddered in disgust and satisfaction.

The taste of the cock was one he was used to. He was used to every twitch as it throbbed in his mouth, and he knew just where to press his tongue to get the best reaction.

Months ago, just after he thought he and his friends had defeated Kamoshida, the evil teacher had returned… and he targeted Akira alone.

It was so easy. Akira had been walking outside of Le Blanc all by himself when Kamoshida had grabbed him. Without the power of the Metaverse, Akira was unable to defend himself, and his blood ran cold when Kamoshida explained that he knew everything Akira and his team had done to him.

He would be making visits to Ann and Ryuji’s homes if Akira didn’t satisfy him. What choice did Akira have? He did as ordered, and Kamoshida recorded everything… Ever since then, Akira had no choice but to obey each of Kamoshida’s commands.

How did Kamoshida retain his memories and dark desires? Akira would never know, and Kamoshida taunted him for it as the young man’s lips formed a tight seal around the shaft. He pressed his tongue against the bulbous head, licking it several times as Kamoshida moaned in pleasure.

The former teacher was counting the bills in his hands, Akira’s latest gift to the man. More than double what he paid Kawakami.

“Damn, this is a good haul. Heh, you always treat your sugar daddy so well, mmh, slut,” he grunted, moaning as Akira sucked harder on his shaft, gently kneading the teacher’s balls with his hand. “Fuck, you’ve gotten good at sucking dick! Better than any girl I’ve been with! Mmph, what about you? Sorry, forgot you don’t like girls,” Kamoshida moaned.

Akira felt his cock throbbing between his lips. He squeezed his lips shut, feeling the precum spilling onto his dick. His tongue lapped it up, moving without even thinking, before he felt the cock throb… and unleash a stream of semen into his waiting mouth.

He moaned loudly around the cock, a gesture Kamoshida enjoyed as he felt the vibrations running up his dick. He moaned again as Akira slid his lips back, dragging them along the member and slowly pulling them away from the shaft.

His lips pulled away and closed tightly, sealing the semen in his mouth. He remembered how hard it was to take the entire load of Kamoshida’s cum into his mouth before, but now? Well… He got good at it.

A sudden buzzing caught their attention, and Kamoshida glanced at Akira’s phone, buzzing on the pile of his clothes.

“Fetch.” Akira blushed at the command, but he did as asked, walking all fours to the phone and picking it up with a single hand. His face turned an even brighter shade of red as he read the name, then reread it, before he handed it to Kamoshida.

“I’ll be damned. Looks like those whores are calling you. Lucky you, huh? Bet they want to spend their Valentine’s Day with their boyfriend… Too bad you’re preoccupied, huh?”

Ann used to be the target of Kamoshida’s desires, but it was Akira now who held that title. Kamoshida barely seemed to care about Ann, unless he was using her to twist the knife in Akira’s position.

“Mmm!”

Akira tried to swallow all of the cum. He rushed himself, letting some dribble out of his mouth as he coughed and trembled. Despite this, he still reached for the phone.

“W-wait, d-don’t touch my-!?”

The older man’s cock slapped against his cheek, and he squeaked from the blow. Not out of pain, but pleasure. A trick Kamoshida saw hit to teach Akira’s body. A slap to the face, especially one with such a large, thick cock left Akira trembling, panting as precum dripped out of his dick and into the pink panties Kamoshida had bought them.

He whimpered, holding back the urge to cum. He was left panting, shaking, trying to catch his breath, but that damn cock was right there. Every breath Akira took was tainted with the smell of Kamoshida’s musk.

“Oh? You’d rather be with me than talk to your ladies? You know they probably want you right now. Four gorgeous babes, eager for you, hot and horny… But you’d rather be with me than them?” he asked, and Akira knew what Kamoshida wanted.

He whimpered where he kneeled, but he still nodded his head. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, my king. I-I want you more. I want you more than Haru’s tits. I want you more than Futaba’s kisses. I-I want you more than I want any of the-ahhh!” Akira’s eyes widened. Kamoshida’s leg brushed against his dick, rubbing against the member through his panties.

And Akira couldn’t control himself. He came, shooting a load of semen into the girly underwear as Kamoshida laughed. He tossed the phone aside, leaving it forgotten as Akira moaned, quivering as he fell forward, kissing the cock once more.

“That’s right. You’re mine, slut. I’m going to try that boipussy to love my cock. Heh, maybe I already have, but we both know that dick isn’t meant for girls. It’s meant only for me to tease, and to fill whatever panties you end up wearing, pervert.”

Akira wanted to argue. He wanted to be Joker and spit back with venom and hate. Then Kamoshida spat down on his face, and Akira moaned weakly, his tongue darting out to lick the spit from his lip.

After that, any defense he raised was worthless.

He had been Kamoshida’s femboy slut for months now, but the worst part?

Last night he had been touching himself with pictures of his girls. He stared at Futaba in her swimsuit, Ann in the middle of modeling, Haru and Makoto, breasts pressed together as they smiled at him.

He tugged on his dick for over an hour, trying to cum to or even get hard to the sight of such gorgeous, loving women… But he couldn’t. He was soft, and he was left unable to cum all night.

But giving Kamoshida a blowjob? Feeling his cock in the thief’s mouth…? That left him hard and gasping for air.

“Turn around. Time I dumped another load into that fat ass of yours. Heh. Takamaki wished hers was as round,” Kamoshida chuckled, and Akira cursed his body.

His small dick was already hard, dripping more precum into the mess he had left behind in the panties. Thoughts of his girls were left forgotten in the dust as he turned around, presenting his round, peach-shaped ass to his Master, who was more than happy to take him.