RYODA FIC: Chapter 1: My Mannequin
Title: Mannequin: Chapter 1
Pairing: RYODA
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, DarkFic, Angst
WARNING: Anal, BDSM, Fingering, HJ, Oral, S&M, Solo, Spank, Toys, Voy. This will never be a fluff. READ AT YOUR OWN EXPENSE.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Johnny Entertainment artists..
Author's Note: Thank you mummy pautami for being my biggest supporter.
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Summer changed to fall and the sweet warm colouring of orange hues faded into the cold season. It was a start of a beautiful morning, where the quiet streets of the city were starting to get busy. Men, women and children were getting ready for another day of work and school, leading their normal lives.
But unknown to most, there stood a lonely manor 50 kilometres away in the outskirt of Osaka. The house was an old estate with vines covering the grey cobblestone wall and statues of gargoyles aligned on the rooftops, repelling any possible visitor from entering the vast territory. Just like its exterior, the inside of the house was equally uninviting…
In a room covered in floral wallpaper, it was filled with dolls and teacups. There sat on the white bed, an adolescent dressed in a frilly dress that complimented well with the decoration of the room. He arranged his dolls meticulously on his bed when suddenly, the door creaked open slowly. The sound of the familiar footsteps made him quickly looked down at the cream carpet in silent submission.
“You were not at the dining room for breakfast.” A stern voiced inquired sickeningly sweet. “May I ask why my Hime?”
“I was not hungry, my Lord.” The pale boy replied softly and continued to stare at the floor.
The man dressed in a black suit simply stared at the docile being and sat down beside him. He leaned forward and coarsely cupped his porcelain face.
“Hime, you are FULLY aware that your broke one of the house rules, don’t you?” the dark-haired man hissed in his ear.
“My Lord…I'm sorry.” Hime whimpered. The man grew irritated and let him go. He stood up and straightened his coat.
“I have business to attend to and I will be home later. Prepare yourself and meet me in my study room tonight when I get back.”
Without another word, the dark man left the room and slammed the door. Hime slowly got up and walked towards the grilled window of his room, simply staring out at the courtyard. As he watched his Master got in a black car and drove away, Hime clenched onto the window grill and looked up in the bright blue sky.
In his heart, he prayed one day for a miracle of being released from this prison....
Pairing: RYODA
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, DarkFic, Angst
WARNING: Anal, BDSM, Fingering, HJ, Oral, S&M, Solo, Spank, Toys, Voy. This will never be a fluff. READ AT YOUR OWN EXPENSE.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Johnny Entertainment artists..
Author's Note: Thank you mummy pautami for being my biggest supporter.
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Summer changed to fall and the sweet warm colouring of orange hues faded into the cold season. It was a start of a beautiful morning, where the quiet streets of the city were starting to get busy. Men, women and children were getting ready for another day of work and school, leading their normal lives.
But unknown to most, there stood a lonely manor 50 kilometres away in the outskirt of Osaka. The house was an old estate with vines covering the grey cobblestone wall and statues of gargoyles aligned on the rooftops, repelling any possible visitor from entering the vast territory. Just like its exterior, the inside of the house was equally uninviting…
In a room covered in floral wallpaper, it was filled with dolls and teacups. There sat on the white bed, an adolescent dressed in a frilly dress that complimented well with the decoration of the room. He arranged his dolls meticulously on his bed when suddenly, the door creaked open slowly. The sound of the familiar footsteps made him quickly looked down at the cream carpet in silent submission.
“You were not at the dining room for breakfast.” A stern voiced inquired sickeningly sweet. “May I ask why my Hime?”
“I was not hungry, my Lord.” The pale boy replied softly and continued to stare at the floor.
The man dressed in a black suit simply stared at the docile being and sat down beside him. He leaned forward and coarsely cupped his porcelain face.
“Hime, you are FULLY aware that your broke one of the house rules, don’t you?” the dark-haired man hissed in his ear.
“My Lord…I'm sorry.” Hime whimpered. The man grew irritated and let him go. He stood up and straightened his coat.
“I have business to attend to and I will be home later. Prepare yourself and meet me in my study room tonight when I get back.”
Without another word, the dark man left the room and slammed the door. Hime slowly got up and walked towards the grilled window of his room, simply staring out at the courtyard. As he watched his Master got in a black car and drove away, Hime clenched onto the window grill and looked up in the bright blue sky.
In his heart, he prayed one day for a miracle of being released from this prison....