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Katagawa was scrolling the ECHOnet for something to jack off to. He wasn't looking for love when it happened, it just fell into his lap by a pure stroke of fate. A video interview from some news site Katagawa didn't actually follow happened across his feed. Katagawa caught a glimpse of the thumbnail and stopped scrolling instantly.
The interviewee was strikingly pretty. He had big puppy dog eyes, one brown and one a yellow ECHO-eye. Aside from his cybernetic arm, he was pale and delicate, looked like he would break if you handled him too roughly. He'll do, Katagawa thought, and clicked on the video.
He really needed a good wank session. His father had been on his case all week, all, "You have to apply yourself, Gohachiro, you're a Katagawa and you need to show ambition, otherwise you're a disgrace." It was all a bunch of crap. Just like in childhood, Gohachiro was never getting ahead of his twelve brothers and sisters. It was a numbers game and he was losing.
Katagawa already had his dick out in anticipation as the video started. The reporter wasn't that hot, the usual cookie cutter big-boobied blonde girl who did fluff pieces like this, but she had his attention when she informed him the pretty boy in the thumbnail was Rhys Strongfork, the CEO of the recently-revitalized Atlas Corporation. Interesting. Of course Katagawa had heard Atlas was back, usually in meetings he wasn't paying attention to, but he'd assumed the new CEO was the same as every other head corporate stiff out there. Old and boring.
The camera cut back to the Atlas CEO and Katagawa gave him a second look. Strongfork was surprisingly young for a CEO. He couldn't be that much older than Katagawa. He was cute, too, the kind of boy Katagawa would make a beeline for at the club. He had carefully slicked-back hair that Katagawa thought he'd enjoy running his hands through and messing up. Maybe he could arrange a business meeting between Maliwan and Atlas and corner him after, take him by surprise and pin him to the wall.
It was as good a fantasy as any. The CEO opened his mouth to talk and Katagawa imagined those pink lips wrapped around his cock instead. He wasn't really paying attention to what Rhys Strongfork was saying. He was mostly imagining the look on his face if Katagawa were to take his dick out in front of him.
Then the Atlas CEO tripped over his words as he began to talk. He blushed bright red and had to start over. Blood rushed down to Katagawa's dick so fast he got a little dizzy. Cute.
"I took control of Atlas with the intent of making it different from other corporations," said Strongfork when he could get the words out. "Every other corporation just focuses on the bottom line. I want Atlas to provide for its employees."
Katagawa scoffed. Strongfork may have been pretty, but he was definitely a businessman. Every corporation wanted the consumers to think it was different. He was just as fake as every other executive. But the reporter was backing him up.
"It says here that entry-level Atlas employees are paid significantly more than the competitors' starting wages."
What, seriously? He actually paid his employees? He was either an idealist or an idiot. Or both. Katagawa paused the interview and did a quick ECHO search on the new Atlas. All the articles he could find confirmed that Atlas's actions under Rhys backed him up: he really was attempting to move in a different direction. Most of the stories were about the good he'd done in Promethea since taking over. It used to be such a dump.
It was… charming. Painfully naive, but Katagawa didn't mind that. A little wide-eyed naivety could be sexy in a man. Especially a businessman. It wasn't exactly common in most of the corporate types Katagawa spent his life around. The articles Katagawa skimmed said Rhys used to be a programmer at Hyperion. That made sense. The man in the interview had an expensive suit and perfectly styled hair, but if you paid attention, it was easy to see the dweeb in him.
In the frame Katagawa had paused on, Rhys was fidgeting with his hands. He looked nervous. How had someone like him gotten far enough in the business world to be a CEO? It was already becoming quickly apparent that he should have been eaten alive.
It was all serving to seriously turn Katagawa on. He bet it wouldn't be hard to make the rival CEO submit. Rhys was a pretty young thing; maybe he was having lots of sex. Katagawa hoped not. Most of the people Katagawa had sex with were having it all the time. It would be fun if Rhys was a little inexperienced, a little scared.
Katagawa wanted more than just his hand for this. He grabbed a pleasure sphere and returned to his bed with it. At first he tried laying on his back, but he couldn't find a good spot for his ECHO, and he could never get enough force on his back anyway. He propped his ECHO up on the pillows and got on top of the pleasure sphere, cock poised over its entrance.
He reached over and clicked the video to start it again. As Rhys began to talk, Katagawa eased his way into the pleasure sphere. The sphere's self-lubrication kicked in and aided his entrance into the tight, warm hole. He shuddered, the pleasure sphere pulsing around his dick. "Shh, shh, just take it," Katagawa whispered, stroking the sphere reassuringly. Katagawa knew he could make Rhys turn bright red again. He'd look so pretty blushing and squirming underneath him. God, he looked like the type to whimper.
Rhys on the ECHO tilted his head just so and Katagawa caught a glimpse of the tattoo on his neck. He couldn't see the whole thing, just the top, and he wanted desperately to rip Rhys's collar open and reveal it, then bite and bite and bite.
Katagawa snarled, needing to bite into something, and on impulse took his own arm and sunk his teeth into the flesh. The pain made him thrust his hips even harder. He imagined it was Rhys's pale skin—his neck, his thighs, as Rhys re-crossed his legs in the interview and brought attention to them—and Katagawa took his arm away after he tasted blood.
“Why is it so important to you to be different, Mr. Strongfork?” asked the reporter as Katagawa slammed his hips hard into the pleasure sphere.
“I don't know, I want… to prove that it's possible, I guess,” said Strongfork.
Katagawa laughed as his hips pistoned into the pleasure sphere. “I've never fucked a wide-eyed idealist before, Rhys,” he mumbled, breathy and rough. “Corporate types are so jaded.”
Would the noises he made be any different? Would he squeak like an innocent, like a virgin?
“Someone once tried hard to teach me there wasn't another path. That power could only corrupt. I want to prove him wrong.”
In Katagawa's mind's eye, the pleasure sphere shaking and heating up underneath him was Rhys's skinny little body wriggling against him. Was he trying to get away in Katagawa's fantasy? Katagawa gripped the pleasure sphere hard, imagining its little hole as Rhys's, taking him so well, so pliant, so tight, so ready for Katagawa's cock.
It was so cute. So naive. What kind of executive gave a single shit about whether or not their power corrupted them? Katagawa wanted to make him moan until he couldn't form a single thought except for how big Katagawa's cock was inside him.
Just as Katagawa began to reach his peak, the interview started to wrap up. Katagawa tapped frantically at his ECHO until he got it to start over. He paused, his attention fully focused on Rhys’s pretty plush lips, as he watched the part where Rhys stumbled over his words again.
“So fucking cute,” Katagawa hissed, thrusting into the pleasure sphere so hard that the whole thing shuddered with the force of it. Just like Rhys would.
“I want Atlas to provide for its employees,” Rhys said again.
“Rhys, Rhys, Rhys,” Katagawa moaned. “Let me show you what matters. It's us. The executives.”
He didn't know the first thing about being a businessman. Katagawa wanted to take him under his wing. He could imagine Rhys's lithe body underneath his, and he grabbed the handle of the pleasure sphere like it was Rhys's robot arm, yanking as hard as he could. The pleasure sphere began to whir and groan.
“Rhys,” Katagawa gasped, picturing his perfect little face scrunching up with the effort of taking Katagawa's cock. “Rhys, Rhys, Rhys.”
Katagawa pumped one final thrust into the pleasure sphere before the thought of Rhys pushed him over the edge, his mind going white with pleasure and mania as his fingers gripped hard against the metal of the pleasure sphere as if it were Rhys's soft skin. “Fuck, Rhys!”
Katagawa rolled into his back and slipped his spent cock out of the pleasure sphere as the device’s lights flickered on and off in disarray. He imagined Rhys covered in marks and bruises like the broken sphere, breathing hard as his mind was empty for a few long perfect moments post-orgasm, filled with nothing but the pretty CEO’s face and body and foolishness, and oh, he was something special, wasn't he? Katagawa could tell. Rhys really was different, but not for the stupid silly reasons he thought.
Katagawa rolled again onto his stomach and picked up the ECHO and began to type Rhys’s name into the search engine. Rhys Strongfork, Atlas CEO. The words appeared on his screen like a binding contract.
“I'll find out everything about you, Rhys,” Katagawa muttered under his breath, kicking the broken pleasure sphere off the bed. “I think we could end up the best of friends.”