Chapter #3A mysterious stranger. by: JackHalf   No one seemed to take note of the man as he strolled into Wilko's main entrance. His leisurely pace and relatively short stature didn't lend themselves to sticking out.
He looked to be older, with greying hair and tell-tale wrinkles at the corners of his dark eyes but seemed to be in such good shape that guessing his age might have been difficult.
He had features that marked him as being of Asian descent, and, though he wasn't moving terribly quickly his body's fluid movements had a kind of agile grace to them.
He was wearing a light blue polo shirt and a pair of dark dress slacks that were tailored in such a way as to make the fact that he was quite fit for his age fairly obvious.
He smiled in a calm, almost serene manner as he walked into the store and began to browse the offered wares. He looked around at the patrons but seemed to be much more interested in the staff, his eyes falling on the various Wilko employees as they went about their duties.
His observations seemed to pay off when he noticed Steven round one aisle endcaps. Tall, thin, bespectacled, though non-descript to the point of being all-too-credibly referred to as average, Steven was clearly the one the man was looking for as a flash of what could only be referred to as delightful recognition emerged on his face.
The man grasped his hands behind his back and strode toward Steven in such a way that he was guaranteed to interrupt the younger man's route. "Excuse me, young man, are you a manager?" he asked.
Steven's face looked a bit annoyed at having his progress interrupted, but he quickly recovered and smiled back. "I'm an assistant supervisor. How can I help you?"
The man smiled and stepped toward Steven, causing him to involuntarily recoil a bit at the forwardness of his actions. the man grabbed one of Steven's hands with both of this own and gave him a shake. "Excellent! My name is Kurita. Theo Kurita. I'm a recent emigre to your lovely country and have been outfitting my new home. I recently purchased some patio furniture from your fine store and there was a problem with one of the pieces. I was wondering if I could exchange it?"
Steven gave him a half smile. "Of course. As long as you have a receipt we can take care of you. Do you have the item with you?"
"Yes! It's out in my automobile." Kurita answered.
"Fine. I'll have Darrell meet you out front and he can assist you in carrying it in..."
Theo cut Steven off. "No. I insist that YOU help me..." he leaned in and looked at his nametag, "...STEVEN."
Steven did his best to mask his initial annoyance but quickly recovered. "Of course. That'll be fine sir."
Steven followed the shorter, older man as he led him out into the parking lot. "So where are you from originally, Mr. Kurita?"
"Japan. Kyoto to be precise. I've recently retired and have decided to spend my "golden years" here, in your fine country."
Steven rolled his eyes, not thinking his choice was terribly impressive."Ahhh."
Kurita led him to a large, white box van parked off to the side in the parking lot. "Plenty of cargo space, I see." Steven remarked.
"Yes. It's quite versatile." Kurita answered as he walked around to the back and parted the doors. He smiled as he gestured toward the interior.
Steven approached the open doors and looked inside, his eyes adjusting to the darkness after having been out in the sunlit parking lot. Except for one Captain's chair in the middle, the inside of the vehicle was bare. "I thought you said you had the patio furniture with you?" he asked.
Before Steven could react, the sensation of someone grabbing him around his neck caused him to jump in surprise! "What in the..." he yelped as he tried to break the grip, flailing and spinning around as he tried to break away and slammed into one of the van's open doors.
Kurita took a step back, a smile on his face as he retrieved something from his pocket. He wasn't grabbing him anymore, but Steven still felt something around his neck! reaching up with his hands, he could feel something thick and metallic wrapped around it, like a collar.
Steven felt around the metal collar, searching desperately for some sort of clasp or button to release it, but found nothing. "What the fuck are you up to, you crazy..." he snarled at Kurita.
A smartphone in his hands, Kurita tapped at the screen. Steven gasped as a tingling, mildly painful shock jolted into him through the collar! He tried to turn and run back towards Wilko, to put some distance between him and the strange man who'd assaulted him, but his eyes went wide with horror as his arms and legs lost all tension and went slack. Without any input from him, his body relaxed and forced him to stand there in front of Kurita.
"What...what is happening to me?" Steven asked in a quiet, confused voice, his eyes looking from left to right. He tried to move, to fight, to do anything but found himself unable to will his body to do anything of the kind.
"Please, step into the van and take a seat, Steven my friend." Kurita smiled.
To his bewildered horror, Steven found his body doing just as Kurita asked. With wooden, almost robot-like movements, he stepped into the van and made his way to the chair in the middle of the back, taking a seat. Kurita followed him, closing the doors behind him.
Steven's eyes darted around, clearly in a panic, but his head and body remained still in the seat. He grunted as he tried to force himself to move, only to remain frozen in place. "W-what is this?!?!"
"I suppose you could say I'm your fairy godfather, Steven. You see, I know what you want, in your darkest, most secret places. What you covet." Kurita answered.
"I don't know what you're talking about..." Steven snorted as he continued to try and resist his errant body's stubborn refusal to move.
"Of course you do. Think about it. How long have you dreamed of having the body of a woman? Of possessing the soft beauty you lusted about for yourself, for so very, very long?" Kurita whispered in his ear.
Steven's eyes went wide with surprised horror. "I...I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Of course you do. We've even chatted about it online, on occasion. Granted I used another name."
Steven did his best to recover but was clearly shook. "I...look...I didn't mean any of that...those are just fantasies. Kinks."
"You may tell yourself, my friend. But I know the truth." Kurita was behind Steven, his chin on the seated man's shoulder. Reaching around with his left hand, he held his smartphone in front of Steven's face. With his other, he reached around and began feeling the younger man's crotch, finding and stroking the shaft of his dick through Steven's trousers.
"S-stop it! What are you doing?!?!" Steven gasped even as his member involuntarily sprung to attention.
"Gauging your reaction. What do you think of this lovely lady?"
https://javpornpics.com/photos/caribbean...
Steven groaned. Between Kurita rubbing his cock and the picture of the lovely businesswoman, his excitement involuntarily increased.
"Clearly your a fan." Kurita laughed. "She's in her late 20s. Elegant. Long legged. And those breasts are fabulous.
Kurita brought up another picture on his phone. "Here's a busty little beauty. She's almost 19." Kurita chuckled in Steven's ear.
https://javhd.pics/dmm/waka-misono/h_128...
Steven groaned as his cock hardened. "F-f-fuck off!" he grunted as he tried to resist.
"I agree. She's something special. How about this one? She's just turned 18. Long lovely legs, and still a virgin! Can you believe it!"
https://cdn.v2ph.com/photos/4Te5hMqtx9ER...
"Ohhhhhh..." Steven groaned as the older man continued to tease his manhood.
"Let me assure you, Steven. Japanese pussy is the best! And soon my friend, you'll have one of your very own! Now, would you like to choose for yourself, or should I do the honors?!?!"
"C-choose?!?! Choose what?!?!" Steven grunted as he tried to reign in his arousal.
"Why which delectable, soft, womanly body you're about to trade your mundane, clumsy male one for, of course!" Kurita chuckled.
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