"Good boy. Now. What would you like to do next?" asked Fatsumoto with a smile.
David thought that it was a nice smile. A kind smile. Why was he so angry at the man before? So hostile, even? David was feeling tired as he lied crouching on the floor of the steam room. Yet at the same time he could not tear his eyes away from the fat Japanese man's chest and tummy. It felt soft and... well, comfy. Why was he disgusted by it earlier? It had a very light presence of body hair. It was very smooth otherwise. So smooth that David thought its softness must be incredible to feel. Like silk... He had never liked steam rooms before but now it felt unbelievably soothing. As soothing as the man's voice. Why had he been so mean to him earlier. David felt a sharp stab of guilt. Oh, he had been so impolite to this man!... How awful of him! He had to explain... Say he was sorry...
"I'd like to touch your chest," he mumbled.
He felt too weak to raise his hands top his mouth but damn did he wish to. What an idiot! He should have apologized, not give voice o what he felt was the epitome of beauty right now! Oh no! What was the nice man going to think of him?
But the heavyset man laughed gently. David's guilt disappeared. Partially.
"Is that so, boy? And why?" chuckled.
"Your... Your folds... They look smooth... Like butter... I..." stammered feebly David.
"Oh, find me handsome, don't you?" grinned Fatsumoto, unable to resist a bit of flattery.
"Oh, yes, very," whispered David.
He then tried to gather his thoughts and stuttered some more, attempting to make sense of what was going on iun his mind.
"Now, now," soothingly said the large man on the bench. "No need to be upset. Take your time. Express yourself at your own rhythm."
David relaxed at once. Oh, thank God, this handsome man was so understanding and reassuring ! He wanted to be near him, bask in his kindness. In fact, he felt a twinge of jealousy at Mitch. No, not Mitch... Mitsuhiko. Why couldn't he be the one to get his hair stroked and napping on Fatsumoto's lap. But did he not say he could come and live with him? Maybe Fatsumoto would be kind enough to...
"I... I... I think Mitsuhiko very, very lucky!" he blurted out.
"Is that so?" smiled the grown naked man.
"Yes! He is your son and so lucky to be so! I am sorry to say it like that!" cried David. "I love Mitsuhiko, he is my best friend, but why can I not have a daddy like him?"
Fatsumoto remained calm and stoic but inside he was elated. The steam was working wonders on this one! There was no more trace at all of his rebelliousness and anger. His hostility towards him had utterly vanished, like snow under the hot sun.
"And yet you weren't very charitable to me earlier, now, were you?" he said calmly.
This elicited a stream of tears from he young teen.
"Oh, I am sorry! I don't know why I was mad at you! I really don't!"
"Ah, no need to be upset. I will always love you, as long as you promise not to act out again like that ever again."
"No, no, no! I promise, I promise!" said David with all the fervor he could muster.
Satisfied, Fatsumoto beckoned David to come to him and the young teen obliged at once, snuggling lovingly into the fat folds of the man and relaxing utterly in an instant. He was totally enthralled and Fatsumoto knew he could impose anything upon the previously disrespectful youth. He was intent upon his son having a best friend but maybe a brother would serve that purpose better. Perhaps a protective brother that kept Mitsuhiko from harm and that was obedient to Fatsumoto to a tee, seeing him as a model and eager to please him in his duties. Unless he chose to regress the young teen and make a toddler or baby for Mitsuhiko to play with whenever he wished and to teach. He had made Mitsuhiko five but David's age could be altered. He toyed with both ideas, debating within himself.