A young Japanese man, naked except for a drenched white button-down shirt, slumps face up in a large, round wooden tub surrounded by flowers. A large red octopus is settled between his splayed thighs, its tentacles winding up the man’s bare chest. The man is gagged with silk and bound in black rope that makes red marks on his pale knees. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are narrowed, helpless and defiant at once.
What intrigues me the most about this picture is the bondage. Is he a willing or unwilling victim? Just what did he do to wind up in this position? Did he upset his Dom, or did he just step on the wrong person’s toes?
I’m leaning toward this being historical fiction (though obviously not too far in the past, as he’s wearing a button-up shirt), but it can be contemporary. Can have an open ending. No needle play, rats, or Professor Dolores Umbridge-like characters
Tags: yakuza/gangster, tentacles, Japan, bondage, era-1960s, masturbation
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