Oneshot_05
Do with me as you will
Pairing: YamapiX(you'll find out)
Summary: yamapi is a reluctant prostitute. he has just got used to frquently being fucked when he is visted by someone he used to know. but even they don't seem to want to be kind to yamapi.
Raiting: Nc-17
Warning: rape basically. gay rape at that. BDSM, and probably a whole lot of other things that are not good for the squeamish
Word count: 5,304
Note: i got the idea for this fic after a seeing the gif kyuushin used as inspiration for her fic Why...Love? i can't upload it for a reason i don't really know but oh well, she has the gif on her fic if you want to see it, but yea... enjoy!
“Ng! Mmm! Fuck!” the man continued his thrusting into the firm ass after he had peaked to ride out his orgasm.
“fuck yea, drink it all up” the second man had just released his seed into the prostitutes mouth and refused to remove his cock until he was sure that there would be nothing left in his mouth.
“ahh! Yea!” The third man had released him own semen on the prostitutes back and after he had made sure he had ejaculated everything, he started to mix the cum he had released with the prostitutes own that was on his stomach together and spread it all over his back, abs and chest and focussed on smearing it over his sensitive nipples.
The prostitute let out a throaty moan against the member that was still in his mouth and struggled slightly against the restraints holding him in an uncomfortable position. He had a collar around his neck that was tethered to the ceiling to keep his head up to the right height for sucking cock. He was blindfolded; on his knees; leather straps with a bar in the middle kept his legs parted; more leather straps burned his arms and wrists from the writhing he was told to do as they connected his arms to his legs and a vibrating cock ring surrounded his member to prevent him cumming again as punishment for the first time that he wasn’t able to control himself.
“don’t let any of it out now, you bitch. We know how you love to feel our cum inside you, you dirty whore” The first man removed his deflating member from the prostitutes ass and watched it clench shut as he tried to keep the three loads of ejaculation inside his body. He squirmed uncomfortably from the load in his ass, the stickiness on his chest and the constant pinches his nipples were receiving. He moaned out loudly the way his customers wanted and forced it through his abused throat.
The customers released the bonds holding the prostitute and as his arms and legs relaxed, he was now flat on his stomach with his head facing the side and drool and a bit of cum escaping his lips as he panted, this caused him to unclench his ass and allowed the cum to escape. His body was too tired to resist anything as his ass was lifted into the air and his legs were bent under him.
“you were supposed to keep this inside you, slut” they liked to talk dirty to him.
“I guess you can only keep it inside you when it’s fed to your mouth.”
He stroked his fingers up the leaking trail and pressed them to the prostitute’s lips, “take it. Lick it off my fingers.” He thrust the fingers into the prostitute’s mouth and fucked his mouth with his fingers as another forced moan left the prostitutes throat. Each man coated his fingers in the seed that leaked from his ass and thrust their fingers into his mouth and down his throat as he chocked and moaned around them. This continued for about 15 minutes until they were sure that nothing else would escape his ass.
Each man individually has a shower while the others carried on toying with him and by the time they were done, their suits were back on neatly, their hair was sorted out and they each gave the prostitute a slap on the ass before thanking him for his service and leaving to attend a meeting.
“what was his name again? We need to tell the others what a great fuck he is.”
“I think it was something like Akira…?”
The prostitute known as Akira lay on the bed, on his front, panting. He swallowed before grabbing the blindfold still covering his eyes and throwing it across the room. His clients hadn’t seen his dead eyes. They hadn’t seen how lifeless they were and how he had no enjoyment from their ministrations at all. They didn’t know that he had to force an aphrodisiac down his throat just to be able to become hard at all when they touched him.
He had stretched out his body again and forced himself to turn on his back so that he could remove the damn ring around his aching member. He watched it start to turn limp as the drugs wore off and leaned his head back again closing his eyes and resting before he had to get up and clean himself for the next customer. He had 20 minutes before someone would be in here to change the sheets with fresh cum-less ones and he didn’t want to be there when they arrived.
He steadied his breathing before he got up and put on the dressing gown that had been thrown under the bed. He left the room and made his way to the shower room where all the other ‘employees’ would shower after their ‘shift’. He threw the dressing gown in the laundry basket, grabbed a fresh towel and dressing gown with an ‘A’ sown into it, and shoved it in the 30x30x30 box that was designated as his.
Akira went into the larger than normal cubical and washed his body of the filth covering his body. He scrubbed his skin raw and as he let the hot water flow on his back, he reached for another shower head that was attached to the wall about waist height. The nozzle was very narrow and he allowed the water from the other shower head to soak it before he drew it towards his entrance - he always had to clean himself out properly if his clients had refused to use condoms.
He eased it inside and turned the shower on - it was strongly powered and the water pounded into him, reaching parts of his body that no one ever reached, or tried to reach. He moaned slightly and had grown to enjoy this part the most in his daily routine. The part where he was clean and his pleasure spot was being reached… stimulated. He would thrust it in and out of him slightly and enjoyed the sensation so much more than anything else that had been inserted in him. The water was cool, it reached every part of him, it was clean and it was such an unbelievable feeling that only this could create. Maybe he enjoyed it a little too much… every time he had said in his head that he was going to turn it off and take it out, he carried on for a little bit longer.
Eventually, Akira removed the shower head and turned both of them off. He exited the stall and dried himself off with his towel before putting on his dressing gown. He dried his hair with his towel until it was barely damp before making his way to his room. His next ‘client’ would be there soon and if he was late, it could mean more pain for him.
As he reached his hand out towards the doorknob he heard clattering from inside. Damn it he thought as he realised that the customer must have already arrived and was most likely searching through the trunk that held all the toys and devices and kinks that they were allowed to use on him.
Akira assumed the worse and figured he was going to be punished for being late and currently, the client was searching for the perfect combination of torture that would get him off. The sounds stopped and he heard a creak where the customer was probably sitting on the bed waiting for him to arrive with his toys decided. Akira opened the door and stepped inside.
“sorry I’m late” he said as he approached the man on the bed. He could only see him from behind, but the man seemed young. He seemed to have a thin frame and wore such casual clothing like a bright t-shirt that was visible through the thin white dress shirt on top and simple jeans.
He reached the side of the bed and bowed down, “I’m ak - ”
“Yamapi” the client whispered certainly. Akira’s head shot up and he looked into the eyes of someone that he had once known very well.
“Yamashita Tomohisa! I knew it was you!”
Akira - now revealed as Yamapi - took a step back, his features frozen. All of a sudden it felt like his first day again. His first time. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was frozen in fear of what would happen. Of being hurt. But this didn’t seem to bother the man in front of him.
“so what, no warm ‘hello’? No reunited embrace? No cheers?”
“I… I’m…I’m Akira… and I’ll be your… your…”
“whore?”
Yamapi didn’t know how to react and instead gave a curt nod.
“do…do with me as…as…as you wish” he gulped.
“as I wish? As I wish?!” the man was furious and it looked so strange on his usually happy and calm features, “so, I can tie you up, right?”
“…hai”
“I could gag you, right?”
“h-hai”
“I could stick a vibrator up your ass,” he got off the bed and started to approach Yamapi who backed away from him slowly, “blast it on full, stick a cock ring on your unresponsive dick, force you on your hands a knees, make you suck my dick until you choke, and then I can even order to moan for me like a whore or try to struggle and get away or have you walking around on all fours like a fucking dog depending on what I want from you, right?!” the man was panting heavily, repulsion, fury and something else was visible in his brown eyes and Yamapi nearly flinched at the dirty words escaping his lips. He had never seen the boy so furious and had definitely never heard such foul words coming out of his mouth.
“If that is what you wish” he strained to keep an emotionless mask on his face until he had been told how he was to play his role and he saw the tiniest softening in those brown eyes before the man spoke again.
“What are you doing here Pi? You hate people touching you. You always have. It was years before you even let me pat you on the back without slapping my hand away. And now you… you’re letting complete strangers touch you. Defile you. In you! Why would you let them dirty you?”
It was a while before Yamapi spoke. He chose to avoid looking into the other man’s eyes as he thought what he should do. He didn’t want this conversation. He didn’t want it! And so he chose to do something that would get this man to stop thinking about him as the Yamapi he used to know and simply a whore in a whorehouse. He looked him straight in the eyes and said:
“I’m Akira, and I’ll be your prostitute for this session. Do with me as you will.”
All the rage and anger that he had seen in those eyes before, has returned, 10 fold.
“do with you as I will? You better damn well believe I will!” he shoved Yamapi against a wall and Yamapi took a deep breath as he realised that it was going the same way most of the others had. It was going to be rough and it was going to hurt. The man removed his bathrobe from his body and threw it to the ground before reaching a hand into his hair and pulling his head back giving the man access to his neck. Yamapi winced at the action and then felt a hot mouth latching onto his neck and held his eyes shut tight as he felt the man sucking, licking and biting his skin. The mouth moved to his Adam’s apple and he moaned slightly to cause vibrations to run through the Adam’s apple and in return cause Yamapi to moan.
The man’s other hand trailed down Yamapi’s chest and started to stroke and pinch his nipples.
“w-wait!” Yamapi called out to the man but he continued his assault and moved his mouth down to the unoccupied nipple and started to suck on it giving Yamapi another shove into the wall.
“stop this” Yamapi tried to push against the man’s chest but had his wrists grabbed and held above his head in a tight punishing grip.
“you’re a whore aren’t you? You are to behave as I want you to, right? So shut up! I don’t want to hear you!”
Yamapi was hurting. His chest was clenching and he couldn’t control the ache in his heart. He had been so close to his man before. He had cared about him so much, loved him even. The thought of anyone that he loved doing something like this to him was unbearable. But he bit his tongue and tried to stop himself from saying anything more.
The man wrapped a hand around his throat and pulled him forward, dragging him to the bed. He straddled Yamapi’s hips and kept his arms above his head but released his throat and started to trail that hand down his toned chest. Yamapi couldn’t help but whimper and turn his head away as the hand got nearer to his member and the sucking on his neck, nipple and chest got stronger.
The man’s hand eventually reached his member and as he yanked on it roughly, Yamapi got hard.
“You really are a dirty whore aren’t you, Akira. You enjoy this sort of treatment don’t you!” he was shouting in his face, barely two inches away, “answer me!”
“y-yes” he whimpered.
“What are you saying yes to?”
“y-yes, I… I enjoy this sort of treatment” it was clear in his voice that this wasn’t true. Yamapi had always longed for someone to be gentle to him. He had wanted someone that would treat his body with even a little bit of respect just once. But apparently he wasn’t getting it from the one person he really wanted it from. Yamapi felt the hand release his member, his hands were released from above his head and there was no mouth on him anymore. For a little while he just lay there panting with a shaky breath, eyes shut tight not wanting to see him. He heard shifting on the bed but refused to move until ordered to do so.
“Sit up” he sat up and saw the man leaning against the headboard in a lazy fashion.
“Touch yourself” he commanded, “masturbate until you come. Don’t let any of it fall onto the blankets or anywhere else other than on you”
He was humiliated beyond belief as he re-arranged himself and started to stroke his leaking member. He shut his eyes but was immediately ordered to open them, “look at me while you’re doing it” Yamapi bit his lip as he looked over at the man watching him. He spread his legs wide and began to stroke himself. Even though he was so humiliated, there was something erotic about masturbating in front of this man and after a while he felt his balls tighten and drew his erection straight up against his chest and bent his head down to that when he eventually came, it spurted on his chest and face.
He released his erection and panted heavily looking down at the sheets in shame, awaiting more orders. The man’s hand reached over and gripped Yamapi’s chin forcing him to look up at him.
“’you look good having cum all over you’, do they say that to you?” the anger in his voice was evident. All of his anger was evident.
“hai”
“come over here and undress me.” Yamapi walked over to the man on his knees and peeled the unbuttoned shirt over his shoulder before he began to lift his t-shirt over his head with the man’s help as he lifted his arms up. He refused to look at the man’s face but was entranced by the beautiful body in front of him. he looked at it longingly and his mouth parted a little, “like what you see?” he gave a small nod, “you can touch me if you want”
Yamapi reached out a shaky hand and stroked the man’s body gently, not wanting to harm it in anyway. He didn’t notice the other man closing his eyes and revelling at the touch.
“enough” he forced himself to say, “take off my jeans” Yamapi gulped and brought his hands down to the man’s trousers where his shaky hands struggled to undo the button and pull down the zip. But once it was done, he hooked his fingers around the waist line and felt the man’s hands on his own, forcing him to bring them down along with the man’s boxers. He looked away from the dark curls as the emerged out of embarrassment.
“Look at it. Look how hard you get me.” the man said. Yamapi turned his head and took at look at the large member. It was already leaking some pre-cum and he knew that even if he was stretched, it would hurt like hell. “suck it” he was ordered. Yamapi looked up at him with pleading eyes, “you’re a whore aren’t you, Akira? You know how to suck cock”
Yamapi took the member in his hand and held it at the base as he entered the head of the member into his mouth. He licked around it and slurped on the pre-cum. He moaned out of habit and felt hands grip his hair tightly. It hurt slightly from the incredible grip, but he wasn’t forced to take in more that he already had. He took more of the man’s member into his mouth as he adjusted to girth of it and relaxed his throat and focussed on being able to continue breathing. He kept his eyes closed but he could feel the other man watching him carefully.
“mm” he moaned some more as he took more in and started to bob his head up and down the member.
“do you really enjoy taking my dick in your mouth?” Yamapi wasn’t sure how to answer, usually when he was asked that question he answered depending on the roles he was told to play, but he didn’t know what he was playing here. He didn’t know if he was supposed to enjoy it, supposed to hate it or just be honest. The majority wanted him to say that he enjoyed it, so that’s how he responded, with a nod and another moan.
“whore” and with that the hands in his hair tightened and his mouth got fucked by the dick in his mouth.
“mmm… ng! nn… uh!” he tried to stop the choking. He tried to relax his throat, sort out his breathing, but it was too hard and he started spluttering. Then, in an instant, the dick was out of his mouth, he was thrown backwards, turned on his stomach and his head was pushed into the bed suffocating him slightly. Fear tightened his stomach and he started to squirm slightly. His ass was forced in the air and he felt the cool touch of lubricant being squirted on his entrance. The man smeared it around a bit and the anticipation grew within Yamapi. He didn’t want this to happen. Not with this man, strangers it was fine. He didn’t care if a stranger hurt him this way. It didn’t hurt him emotionally. But for this man to do this to him, he wouldn’t be able to stand it.
He squirmed more and more and didn’t even realise how the section of bed his face was being forced into was now wet with his tears.
“nn-” the man couldn’t hear him properly and ignored him for now.
“nn! - mm -ete!” Yamapi turned his head to the side when he noticed the fingers had stopped smearing the lubricant. “N-no, s-stop it. Please stop it! Koyama!!” the man stopped just as he was about to enter Yamapi. “Yamete-kudasai!” the prostitute broke down into pathetic sobs that wracked his body, “Onegai,” he whispered, “onegai, kei-chan” he continued to sob into the sheets below him, the member pressed at his entrance wasn’t pressed in but it was still there. Yamapi kept repeating the same thing over and over again, ‘yamete - kudasai’, ‘Koyama’, ‘onegai, onegai’.
They stayed like that for a while. The man now revealed as Koyama was looking down at Yamapi and felt his heart break a little bit more. It had been breaking since he had first thought he had seen Yamapi come in the building. Since the first time he saw a fat business man grabbing his arse as they made their way upstairs. The last time he had seen Yamapi, the younger man had been in great financial difficulty and had then disappeared without a word. Koyama had spent months following stories of people who had seen someone that looked like Yamapi for any hope that he would find him. and then he did. Working as a prostitute to dirty men who had too much money to spare.
He had become so angry that he was determined to confront the man and give him and good shout and beating for doing something so stupid and… and for leaving him the way he did. They had been such close friends and yet, Yamapi had refused to take any of his money, he hadn’t told him of any plans to leave and didn’t even leave a note to say goodbye. There wasn’t a day that went by that he hadn’t regretted not telling Yamapi everything that he felt. He regretted not hugging him at every opportunity, regretted not stroking his hair the times that Yamapi hadn’t fallen asleep on his shoulder or with his head in Koyama’s lap. He regretted not confessing his feelings and not telling Yamapi that… he loved him.
Koyama turned Yamapi onto his back and straddled his thighs. Yamapi held his arm over his eyes as he continued his sobbing.
“move your arm” Yamapi shook his head so Koyama decided to just grab his arm by the wrist and hold it down by his side. Yamapi turned his head to the side and held his eyes shut. “look at me.” Yamapi shook his head, “fuck, look at me! Pi!” said man stiffened and gradually turned his head to face the boy atop him and opened his watery eyes. They looked straight into each others’ eyes and both could see the other emotions, Yamapi’s pain, and fear and Koyama’s anger and another emotion that Yamapi couldn’t place.
They were silent as they looked at each other for God know how long. Koyama let go of Yamapi’s hand and reached out to stroke the man’s face and wipe away his hair and tears. Yamapi was still quietly sniffling and koyama reached to the bedside table to get some tissues. He wiped at Yamapi’s tears and then started wiping his messy nose and the cum that was still on his face. He ditched the tissues and started stroking Yamapi’s face again as the man gradually calmed down. Koyama then spoke, his voice low, calm, a whole lot more like it used to be:
“do you really like to suck cock pi?”
Yamapi shook his head.
“do you like jerking off for other people viewing pleasure?”
Yamapi shook his head.
“do you like having dozens of men entering you? Touching you? Releasing themselves in or on you?”
Yamapi shook his head.
Koyama paused again in his speech and his hands trailed to Yamapi’s lips. How many times had he wanted to kiss Yamapi? He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had imagined it. They felt so soft against his fingertips.
“how many people have kissed you Yamapi? Many?”
Yamapi shook his head.
“any?”
Yamapi shook his head again, and then he spoke, his voice cracked from his previous sobbing but his words were clear, “I have never let anyone kiss my lips. It was the only thing they weren’t allowed to do”
“why?”
“… I was saving it… for the person I love”
“a whore can love?” Koyama felt himself become jealous and angry. He got off the bed and retrieved his clothes. He threw Yamapi his dressing gown as he got his jeans on over his boxers.
Yamapi sat up in the bed and threw the dressing gown over his shoulders as he watched Koyama. Said man was sitting on the floor, his jeans on, boxers visible, his t-shirt was beside him but the man just sat there with his legs crossed, hunched over with a hand gripping his hair.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. You can carry on if you want. I won’t say anything.” Yamapi removed the dressing gown from his shoulders and went on his hands and knees, spreading his legs to give Koyama more access to his entrance.
Koyama stayed in his position on the floor and Yamapi saw this when he looked over. He got off the bed and sat in front of the older man, his legs spread wide apart, showing everything he had to Koyama. He received no response and spoke again, “you’re paying for this you know. You might as well get what you came here for” He still received no response and proceeded to crawl to the trunk which he looked through until he found the toys he hated the most. He threw them in front of Koyama. “you want me to suffer, right? Use these and I can guarantee you will get the response you want.” Koyama barely even lifted his head to look at the toys. “do you want me to use them on myself?!” Yamapi grabbed the vibrator and shoved it in his ass, “ahhhh!” he screamed out in pain and tears escaped his eyes. He sat sideways by Koyama not knowing what Koyama wanted to see, the pain on his face or the vibrator going in and out of his entrance. He reached his hand behind him and twisted the dial that controlled the frequency of the vibrator. He twisted it to full before cuffing his hands together in front of his body to stop himself taking it out. As he cried out he reached over to the pile and wrapped a leather collar around his neck. It clocked lock and he turned it until the strap connected to it was on his chest. He then got a cock ring and snapped it around his cock and balls. He crawled to the nearest wall and locked one end of a chain to a hook in a wall and the other to another hook on the side of the collar. He crawled back to the pile in front of Koyama where he found the remote to the cock ring. He locked the strap on the collar to a link in the cuffs and turned the control on the highest setting before throwing the remote on the other side of the room.
“ahh!! Nng!” he was kneeling on the floor, thrusting his hips in any direction that he could in an attempt to get the devices off him. He hadn’t been lying when he had told Koyama that he hated these. But he didn’t know why he had done it. He couldn’t think much anymore with the sensations going through him but couldn’t understand why Koyama was just sitting there.
“Koyama! ng! I’ll le-t you ki-ss me! ahh!”
Koyama looked up at that and the sight of Yamapi in his current position caused all the blood to go to his groin. But he wouldn’t do it. Yamapi’s kiss for the one he loved was the only pure thing about him left. “I won’t take the last pure part of you away, Pi”
“but I’m -ah - letting you-nnnn. I can-’t get awAY if I wan-ted to - ahhhh! -”
“I thought you were saving your kiss for the one that you loved!! And now you’re just going to give away to me instead?! Does it mean nothing to you?! Look at you! You just did your own bondage! You shoved a vibrator up your ass and made it impossible for you to get out of by yourself! What if I left! Huh?! How long would you be left here until someone realised what was happening?!”
“ng! bu-t K-Keii-channnn, I want t-o hurt my-self f-for you-u”
“why? do you do that for everyone?”
Tears welled up in Yamapi’s eyes again but they weren’t from either of the vibrators.
“I - ng! I hurt y-ou keii-ch-an. I can-ah! Te-ll. I need to - mmm - pun-ish myse-elf fo-for hurtin-ing you”
Koyama didn’t know what to say and couldn’t help but stare at Yamapi who had tears coming down his eyes and pre-cum leaking from his member. Yamapi couldn’t hold himself up any longer and started to squirm around on the floor, “ah!!! I hate it! I hate it! I hate iiiit! Mmm! Ah! Nnng!! Kei-chan! I wa-nt to kiss you! I al-alway-s want-ed to ki-ss you-ou. Mmm! Please! Kiss m-me -uh!”
Koyama stared in amazement before speaking, “no. not like this.” Yea walked over to the squirming Pi and pushed on his shoulders forcing him on his back. He then sat on Yamapi’s legs to make them straight and removed the cock ring throwing it randomly. He turned Yamapi onto his front and turned the vibrator off before removing it and turning Yamapi back onto his back. He saw Yamapi’s aching member and took it into his mouth and began to suck on it. He hummed around the length and bobbed his head up and down it.
“ah! Kei! I’m going to - ” Koyama removed his mouth before Yamapi cummed and got the hot seed over his face. He walked to the bedside table and cleaned the cum from his face before asking Yamapi where the keys to all the locks were. He got the keys out of the bedside drawer and walked towards the bound man. He undid the cuffs first so that Yamapi’s hands were free and comfortable as he undid the rest. Yamapi watched him with wide eyes as Koyama gently undid his bindings, stroking the parts of him that had been held captive and making sure they were okay before moving onto the next one. Once he was done, Koyama fitted his hands under Yamapi’s armpits and lifted him up that way. Koyama’s right hand fell next to Yamapi’s left and he held onto it tightly as he led the younger man back to the bed where he laid him down gently.
Koyama lay on his side next to him and stroked Yamapi’s hair out of his eyes and stroked his cheek.
“will you kiss me now?” Yamapi asked looking at the man next to him. koyama lent down and kissed his cheek. Yamapi left his chest tighten - he wasn’t sure what with - but spoke again, “that wasn’t how I meant.”
“why do you want me to kiss you?”
“you already said you would!” Yamapi protested.
“you said that you were saving your first kiss for the one you love.”
“I am”
“then why are you asking me to kiss you?”
“i… I love you” Yamapi looked away embarrassed.
There was silence for a minute until Yamapi felt soft lips on his own. His eyes widened and then shut tightly as he enjoyed the touch of their lips together. He was so glad that he had never let anyone kiss him, because this simple kiss was incredible and he felt tears escaping the corner of his eyes.
They parted and Yamapi slowly opened his eyes to see the smile that warmed his heart so long ago.
“I love you too, Yamapi”
-end-
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Pairing: YamapiX(you'll find out)
Summary: yamapi is a reluctant prostitute. he has just got used to frquently being fucked when he is visted by someone he used to know. but even they don't seem to want to be kind to yamapi.
Raiting: Nc-17
Warning: rape basically. gay rape at that. BDSM, and probably a whole lot of other things that are not good for the squeamish
Word count: 5,304
Note: i got the idea for this fic after a seeing the gif kyuushin used as inspiration for her fic Why...Love? i can't upload it for a reason i don't really know but oh well, she has the gif on her fic if you want to see it, but yea... enjoy!
“Ng! Mmm! Fuck!” the man continued his thrusting into the firm ass after he had peaked to ride out his orgasm.
“fuck yea, drink it all up” the second man had just released his seed into the prostitutes mouth and refused to remove his cock until he was sure that there would be nothing left in his mouth.
“ahh! Yea!” The third man had released him own semen on the prostitutes back and after he had made sure he had ejaculated everything, he started to mix the cum he had released with the prostitutes own that was on his stomach together and spread it all over his back, abs and chest and focussed on smearing it over his sensitive nipples.
The prostitute let out a throaty moan against the member that was still in his mouth and struggled slightly against the restraints holding him in an uncomfortable position. He had a collar around his neck that was tethered to the ceiling to keep his head up to the right height for sucking cock. He was blindfolded; on his knees; leather straps with a bar in the middle kept his legs parted; more leather straps burned his arms and wrists from the writhing he was told to do as they connected his arms to his legs and a vibrating cock ring surrounded his member to prevent him cumming again as punishment for the first time that he wasn’t able to control himself.
“don’t let any of it out now, you bitch. We know how you love to feel our cum inside you, you dirty whore” The first man removed his deflating member from the prostitutes ass and watched it clench shut as he tried to keep the three loads of ejaculation inside his body. He squirmed uncomfortably from the load in his ass, the stickiness on his chest and the constant pinches his nipples were receiving. He moaned out loudly the way his customers wanted and forced it through his abused throat.
The customers released the bonds holding the prostitute and as his arms and legs relaxed, he was now flat on his stomach with his head facing the side and drool and a bit of cum escaping his lips as he panted, this caused him to unclench his ass and allowed the cum to escape. His body was too tired to resist anything as his ass was lifted into the air and his legs were bent under him.
“you were supposed to keep this inside you, slut” they liked to talk dirty to him.
“I guess you can only keep it inside you when it’s fed to your mouth.”
He stroked his fingers up the leaking trail and pressed them to the prostitute’s lips, “take it. Lick it off my fingers.” He thrust the fingers into the prostitute’s mouth and fucked his mouth with his fingers as another forced moan left the prostitutes throat. Each man coated his fingers in the seed that leaked from his ass and thrust their fingers into his mouth and down his throat as he chocked and moaned around them. This continued for about 15 minutes until they were sure that nothing else would escape his ass.
Each man individually has a shower while the others carried on toying with him and by the time they were done, their suits were back on neatly, their hair was sorted out and they each gave the prostitute a slap on the ass before thanking him for his service and leaving to attend a meeting.
“what was his name again? We need to tell the others what a great fuck he is.”
“I think it was something like Akira…?”
The prostitute known as Akira lay on the bed, on his front, panting. He swallowed before grabbing the blindfold still covering his eyes and throwing it across the room. His clients hadn’t seen his dead eyes. They hadn’t seen how lifeless they were and how he had no enjoyment from their ministrations at all. They didn’t know that he had to force an aphrodisiac down his throat just to be able to become hard at all when they touched him.
He had stretched out his body again and forced himself to turn on his back so that he could remove the damn ring around his aching member. He watched it start to turn limp as the drugs wore off and leaned his head back again closing his eyes and resting before he had to get up and clean himself for the next customer. He had 20 minutes before someone would be in here to change the sheets with fresh cum-less ones and he didn’t want to be there when they arrived.
He steadied his breathing before he got up and put on the dressing gown that had been thrown under the bed. He left the room and made his way to the shower room where all the other ‘employees’ would shower after their ‘shift’. He threw the dressing gown in the laundry basket, grabbed a fresh towel and dressing gown with an ‘A’ sown into it, and shoved it in the 30x30x30 box that was designated as his.
Akira went into the larger than normal cubical and washed his body of the filth covering his body. He scrubbed his skin raw and as he let the hot water flow on his back, he reached for another shower head that was attached to the wall about waist height. The nozzle was very narrow and he allowed the water from the other shower head to soak it before he drew it towards his entrance - he always had to clean himself out properly if his clients had refused to use condoms.
He eased it inside and turned the shower on - it was strongly powered and the water pounded into him, reaching parts of his body that no one ever reached, or tried to reach. He moaned slightly and had grown to enjoy this part the most in his daily routine. The part where he was clean and his pleasure spot was being reached… stimulated. He would thrust it in and out of him slightly and enjoyed the sensation so much more than anything else that had been inserted in him. The water was cool, it reached every part of him, it was clean and it was such an unbelievable feeling that only this could create. Maybe he enjoyed it a little too much… every time he had said in his head that he was going to turn it off and take it out, he carried on for a little bit longer.
Eventually, Akira removed the shower head and turned both of them off. He exited the stall and dried himself off with his towel before putting on his dressing gown. He dried his hair with his towel until it was barely damp before making his way to his room. His next ‘client’ would be there soon and if he was late, it could mean more pain for him.
As he reached his hand out towards the doorknob he heard clattering from inside. Damn it he thought as he realised that the customer must have already arrived and was most likely searching through the trunk that held all the toys and devices and kinks that they were allowed to use on him.
Akira assumed the worse and figured he was going to be punished for being late and currently, the client was searching for the perfect combination of torture that would get him off. The sounds stopped and he heard a creak where the customer was probably sitting on the bed waiting for him to arrive with his toys decided. Akira opened the door and stepped inside.
“sorry I’m late” he said as he approached the man on the bed. He could only see him from behind, but the man seemed young. He seemed to have a thin frame and wore such casual clothing like a bright t-shirt that was visible through the thin white dress shirt on top and simple jeans.
He reached the side of the bed and bowed down, “I’m ak - ”
“Yamapi” the client whispered certainly. Akira’s head shot up and he looked into the eyes of someone that he had once known very well.
“Yamashita Tomohisa! I knew it was you!”
Akira - now revealed as Yamapi - took a step back, his features frozen. All of a sudden it felt like his first day again. His first time. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was frozen in fear of what would happen. Of being hurt. But this didn’t seem to bother the man in front of him.
“so what, no warm ‘hello’? No reunited embrace? No cheers?”
“I… I’m…I’m Akira… and I’ll be your… your…”
“whore?”
Yamapi didn’t know how to react and instead gave a curt nod.
“do…do with me as…as…as you wish” he gulped.
“as I wish? As I wish?!” the man was furious and it looked so strange on his usually happy and calm features, “so, I can tie you up, right?”
“…hai”
“I could gag you, right?”
“h-hai”
“I could stick a vibrator up your ass,” he got off the bed and started to approach Yamapi who backed away from him slowly, “blast it on full, stick a cock ring on your unresponsive dick, force you on your hands a knees, make you suck my dick until you choke, and then I can even order to moan for me like a whore or try to struggle and get away or have you walking around on all fours like a fucking dog depending on what I want from you, right?!” the man was panting heavily, repulsion, fury and something else was visible in his brown eyes and Yamapi nearly flinched at the dirty words escaping his lips. He had never seen the boy so furious and had definitely never heard such foul words coming out of his mouth.
“If that is what you wish” he strained to keep an emotionless mask on his face until he had been told how he was to play his role and he saw the tiniest softening in those brown eyes before the man spoke again.
“What are you doing here Pi? You hate people touching you. You always have. It was years before you even let me pat you on the back without slapping my hand away. And now you… you’re letting complete strangers touch you. Defile you. In you! Why would you let them dirty you?”
It was a while before Yamapi spoke. He chose to avoid looking into the other man’s eyes as he thought what he should do. He didn’t want this conversation. He didn’t want it! And so he chose to do something that would get this man to stop thinking about him as the Yamapi he used to know and simply a whore in a whorehouse. He looked him straight in the eyes and said:
“I’m Akira, and I’ll be your prostitute for this session. Do with me as you will.”
All the rage and anger that he had seen in those eyes before, has returned, 10 fold.
“do with you as I will? You better damn well believe I will!” he shoved Yamapi against a wall and Yamapi took a deep breath as he realised that it was going the same way most of the others had. It was going to be rough and it was going to hurt. The man removed his bathrobe from his body and threw it to the ground before reaching a hand into his hair and pulling his head back giving the man access to his neck. Yamapi winced at the action and then felt a hot mouth latching onto his neck and held his eyes shut tight as he felt the man sucking, licking and biting his skin. The mouth moved to his Adam’s apple and he moaned slightly to cause vibrations to run through the Adam’s apple and in return cause Yamapi to moan.
The man’s other hand trailed down Yamapi’s chest and started to stroke and pinch his nipples.
“w-wait!” Yamapi called out to the man but he continued his assault and moved his mouth down to the unoccupied nipple and started to suck on it giving Yamapi another shove into the wall.
“stop this” Yamapi tried to push against the man’s chest but had his wrists grabbed and held above his head in a tight punishing grip.
“you’re a whore aren’t you? You are to behave as I want you to, right? So shut up! I don’t want to hear you!”
Yamapi was hurting. His chest was clenching and he couldn’t control the ache in his heart. He had been so close to his man before. He had cared about him so much, loved him even. The thought of anyone that he loved doing something like this to him was unbearable. But he bit his tongue and tried to stop himself from saying anything more.
The man wrapped a hand around his throat and pulled him forward, dragging him to the bed. He straddled Yamapi’s hips and kept his arms above his head but released his throat and started to trail that hand down his toned chest. Yamapi couldn’t help but whimper and turn his head away as the hand got nearer to his member and the sucking on his neck, nipple and chest got stronger.
The man’s hand eventually reached his member and as he yanked on it roughly, Yamapi got hard.
“You really are a dirty whore aren’t you, Akira. You enjoy this sort of treatment don’t you!” he was shouting in his face, barely two inches away, “answer me!”
“y-yes” he whimpered.
“What are you saying yes to?”
“y-yes, I… I enjoy this sort of treatment” it was clear in his voice that this wasn’t true. Yamapi had always longed for someone to be gentle to him. He had wanted someone that would treat his body with even a little bit of respect just once. But apparently he wasn’t getting it from the one person he really wanted it from. Yamapi felt the hand release his member, his hands were released from above his head and there was no mouth on him anymore. For a little while he just lay there panting with a shaky breath, eyes shut tight not wanting to see him. He heard shifting on the bed but refused to move until ordered to do so.
“Sit up” he sat up and saw the man leaning against the headboard in a lazy fashion.
“Touch yourself” he commanded, “masturbate until you come. Don’t let any of it fall onto the blankets or anywhere else other than on you”
He was humiliated beyond belief as he re-arranged himself and started to stroke his leaking member. He shut his eyes but was immediately ordered to open them, “look at me while you’re doing it” Yamapi bit his lip as he looked over at the man watching him. He spread his legs wide and began to stroke himself. Even though he was so humiliated, there was something erotic about masturbating in front of this man and after a while he felt his balls tighten and drew his erection straight up against his chest and bent his head down to that when he eventually came, it spurted on his chest and face.
He released his erection and panted heavily looking down at the sheets in shame, awaiting more orders. The man’s hand reached over and gripped Yamapi’s chin forcing him to look up at him.
“’you look good having cum all over you’, do they say that to you?” the anger in his voice was evident. All of his anger was evident.
“hai”
“come over here and undress me.” Yamapi walked over to the man on his knees and peeled the unbuttoned shirt over his shoulder before he began to lift his t-shirt over his head with the man’s help as he lifted his arms up. He refused to look at the man’s face but was entranced by the beautiful body in front of him. he looked at it longingly and his mouth parted a little, “like what you see?” he gave a small nod, “you can touch me if you want”
Yamapi reached out a shaky hand and stroked the man’s body gently, not wanting to harm it in anyway. He didn’t notice the other man closing his eyes and revelling at the touch.
“enough” he forced himself to say, “take off my jeans” Yamapi gulped and brought his hands down to the man’s trousers where his shaky hands struggled to undo the button and pull down the zip. But once it was done, he hooked his fingers around the waist line and felt the man’s hands on his own, forcing him to bring them down along with the man’s boxers. He looked away from the dark curls as the emerged out of embarrassment.
“Look at it. Look how hard you get me.” the man said. Yamapi turned his head and took at look at the large member. It was already leaking some pre-cum and he knew that even if he was stretched, it would hurt like hell. “suck it” he was ordered. Yamapi looked up at him with pleading eyes, “you’re a whore aren’t you, Akira? You know how to suck cock”
Yamapi took the member in his hand and held it at the base as he entered the head of the member into his mouth. He licked around it and slurped on the pre-cum. He moaned out of habit and felt hands grip his hair tightly. It hurt slightly from the incredible grip, but he wasn’t forced to take in more that he already had. He took more of the man’s member into his mouth as he adjusted to girth of it and relaxed his throat and focussed on being able to continue breathing. He kept his eyes closed but he could feel the other man watching him carefully.
“mm” he moaned some more as he took more in and started to bob his head up and down the member.
“do you really enjoy taking my dick in your mouth?” Yamapi wasn’t sure how to answer, usually when he was asked that question he answered depending on the roles he was told to play, but he didn’t know what he was playing here. He didn’t know if he was supposed to enjoy it, supposed to hate it or just be honest. The majority wanted him to say that he enjoyed it, so that’s how he responded, with a nod and another moan.
“whore” and with that the hands in his hair tightened and his mouth got fucked by the dick in his mouth.
“mmm… ng! nn… uh!” he tried to stop the choking. He tried to relax his throat, sort out his breathing, but it was too hard and he started spluttering. Then, in an instant, the dick was out of his mouth, he was thrown backwards, turned on his stomach and his head was pushed into the bed suffocating him slightly. Fear tightened his stomach and he started to squirm slightly. His ass was forced in the air and he felt the cool touch of lubricant being squirted on his entrance. The man smeared it around a bit and the anticipation grew within Yamapi. He didn’t want this to happen. Not with this man, strangers it was fine. He didn’t care if a stranger hurt him this way. It didn’t hurt him emotionally. But for this man to do this to him, he wouldn’t be able to stand it.
He squirmed more and more and didn’t even realise how the section of bed his face was being forced into was now wet with his tears.
“nn-” the man couldn’t hear him properly and ignored him for now.
“nn! - mm -ete!” Yamapi turned his head to the side when he noticed the fingers had stopped smearing the lubricant. “N-no, s-stop it. Please stop it! Koyama!!” the man stopped just as he was about to enter Yamapi. “Yamete-kudasai!” the prostitute broke down into pathetic sobs that wracked his body, “Onegai,” he whispered, “onegai, kei-chan” he continued to sob into the sheets below him, the member pressed at his entrance wasn’t pressed in but it was still there. Yamapi kept repeating the same thing over and over again, ‘yamete - kudasai’, ‘Koyama’, ‘onegai, onegai’.
They stayed like that for a while. The man now revealed as Koyama was looking down at Yamapi and felt his heart break a little bit more. It had been breaking since he had first thought he had seen Yamapi come in the building. Since the first time he saw a fat business man grabbing his arse as they made their way upstairs. The last time he had seen Yamapi, the younger man had been in great financial difficulty and had then disappeared without a word. Koyama had spent months following stories of people who had seen someone that looked like Yamapi for any hope that he would find him. and then he did. Working as a prostitute to dirty men who had too much money to spare.
He had become so angry that he was determined to confront the man and give him and good shout and beating for doing something so stupid and… and for leaving him the way he did. They had been such close friends and yet, Yamapi had refused to take any of his money, he hadn’t told him of any plans to leave and didn’t even leave a note to say goodbye. There wasn’t a day that went by that he hadn’t regretted not telling Yamapi everything that he felt. He regretted not hugging him at every opportunity, regretted not stroking his hair the times that Yamapi hadn’t fallen asleep on his shoulder or with his head in Koyama’s lap. He regretted not confessing his feelings and not telling Yamapi that… he loved him.
Koyama turned Yamapi onto his back and straddled his thighs. Yamapi held his arm over his eyes as he continued his sobbing.
“move your arm” Yamapi shook his head so Koyama decided to just grab his arm by the wrist and hold it down by his side. Yamapi turned his head to the side and held his eyes shut. “look at me.” Yamapi shook his head, “fuck, look at me! Pi!” said man stiffened and gradually turned his head to face the boy atop him and opened his watery eyes. They looked straight into each others’ eyes and both could see the other emotions, Yamapi’s pain, and fear and Koyama’s anger and another emotion that Yamapi couldn’t place.
They were silent as they looked at each other for God know how long. Koyama let go of Yamapi’s hand and reached out to stroke the man’s face and wipe away his hair and tears. Yamapi was still quietly sniffling and koyama reached to the bedside table to get some tissues. He wiped at Yamapi’s tears and then started wiping his messy nose and the cum that was still on his face. He ditched the tissues and started stroking Yamapi’s face again as the man gradually calmed down. Koyama then spoke, his voice low, calm, a whole lot more like it used to be:
“do you really like to suck cock pi?”
Yamapi shook his head.
“do you like jerking off for other people viewing pleasure?”
Yamapi shook his head.
“do you like having dozens of men entering you? Touching you? Releasing themselves in or on you?”
Yamapi shook his head.
Koyama paused again in his speech and his hands trailed to Yamapi’s lips. How many times had he wanted to kiss Yamapi? He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had imagined it. They felt so soft against his fingertips.
“how many people have kissed you Yamapi? Many?”
Yamapi shook his head.
“any?”
Yamapi shook his head again, and then he spoke, his voice cracked from his previous sobbing but his words were clear, “I have never let anyone kiss my lips. It was the only thing they weren’t allowed to do”
“why?”
“… I was saving it… for the person I love”
“a whore can love?” Koyama felt himself become jealous and angry. He got off the bed and retrieved his clothes. He threw Yamapi his dressing gown as he got his jeans on over his boxers.
Yamapi sat up in the bed and threw the dressing gown over his shoulders as he watched Koyama. Said man was sitting on the floor, his jeans on, boxers visible, his t-shirt was beside him but the man just sat there with his legs crossed, hunched over with a hand gripping his hair.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. You can carry on if you want. I won’t say anything.” Yamapi removed the dressing gown from his shoulders and went on his hands and knees, spreading his legs to give Koyama more access to his entrance.
Koyama stayed in his position on the floor and Yamapi saw this when he looked over. He got off the bed and sat in front of the older man, his legs spread wide apart, showing everything he had to Koyama. He received no response and spoke again, “you’re paying for this you know. You might as well get what you came here for” He still received no response and proceeded to crawl to the trunk which he looked through until he found the toys he hated the most. He threw them in front of Koyama. “you want me to suffer, right? Use these and I can guarantee you will get the response you want.” Koyama barely even lifted his head to look at the toys. “do you want me to use them on myself?!” Yamapi grabbed the vibrator and shoved it in his ass, “ahhhh!” he screamed out in pain and tears escaped his eyes. He sat sideways by Koyama not knowing what Koyama wanted to see, the pain on his face or the vibrator going in and out of his entrance. He reached his hand behind him and twisted the dial that controlled the frequency of the vibrator. He twisted it to full before cuffing his hands together in front of his body to stop himself taking it out. As he cried out he reached over to the pile and wrapped a leather collar around his neck. It clocked lock and he turned it until the strap connected to it was on his chest. He then got a cock ring and snapped it around his cock and balls. He crawled to the nearest wall and locked one end of a chain to a hook in a wall and the other to another hook on the side of the collar. He crawled back to the pile in front of Koyama where he found the remote to the cock ring. He locked the strap on the collar to a link in the cuffs and turned the control on the highest setting before throwing the remote on the other side of the room.
“ahh!! Nng!” he was kneeling on the floor, thrusting his hips in any direction that he could in an attempt to get the devices off him. He hadn’t been lying when he had told Koyama that he hated these. But he didn’t know why he had done it. He couldn’t think much anymore with the sensations going through him but couldn’t understand why Koyama was just sitting there.
“Koyama! ng! I’ll le-t you ki-ss me! ahh!”
Koyama looked up at that and the sight of Yamapi in his current position caused all the blood to go to his groin. But he wouldn’t do it. Yamapi’s kiss for the one he loved was the only pure thing about him left. “I won’t take the last pure part of you away, Pi”
“but I’m -ah - letting you-nnnn. I can-’t get awAY if I wan-ted to - ahhhh! -”
“I thought you were saving your kiss for the one that you loved!! And now you’re just going to give away to me instead?! Does it mean nothing to you?! Look at you! You just did your own bondage! You shoved a vibrator up your ass and made it impossible for you to get out of by yourself! What if I left! Huh?! How long would you be left here until someone realised what was happening?!”
“ng! bu-t K-Keii-channnn, I want t-o hurt my-self f-for you-u”
“why? do you do that for everyone?”
Tears welled up in Yamapi’s eyes again but they weren’t from either of the vibrators.
“I - ng! I hurt y-ou keii-ch-an. I can-ah! Te-ll. I need to - mmm - pun-ish myse-elf fo-for hurtin-ing you”
Koyama didn’t know what to say and couldn’t help but stare at Yamapi who had tears coming down his eyes and pre-cum leaking from his member. Yamapi couldn’t hold himself up any longer and started to squirm around on the floor, “ah!!! I hate it! I hate it! I hate iiiit! Mmm! Ah! Nnng!! Kei-chan! I wa-nt to kiss you! I al-alway-s want-ed to ki-ss you-ou. Mmm! Please! Kiss m-me -uh!”
Koyama stared in amazement before speaking, “no. not like this.” Yea walked over to the squirming Pi and pushed on his shoulders forcing him on his back. He then sat on Yamapi’s legs to make them straight and removed the cock ring throwing it randomly. He turned Yamapi onto his front and turned the vibrator off before removing it and turning Yamapi back onto his back. He saw Yamapi’s aching member and took it into his mouth and began to suck on it. He hummed around the length and bobbed his head up and down it.
“ah! Kei! I’m going to - ” Koyama removed his mouth before Yamapi cummed and got the hot seed over his face. He walked to the bedside table and cleaned the cum from his face before asking Yamapi where the keys to all the locks were. He got the keys out of the bedside drawer and walked towards the bound man. He undid the cuffs first so that Yamapi’s hands were free and comfortable as he undid the rest. Yamapi watched him with wide eyes as Koyama gently undid his bindings, stroking the parts of him that had been held captive and making sure they were okay before moving onto the next one. Once he was done, Koyama fitted his hands under Yamapi’s armpits and lifted him up that way. Koyama’s right hand fell next to Yamapi’s left and he held onto it tightly as he led the younger man back to the bed where he laid him down gently.
Koyama lay on his side next to him and stroked Yamapi’s hair out of his eyes and stroked his cheek.
“will you kiss me now?” Yamapi asked looking at the man next to him. koyama lent down and kissed his cheek. Yamapi left his chest tighten - he wasn’t sure what with - but spoke again, “that wasn’t how I meant.”
“why do you want me to kiss you?”
“you already said you would!” Yamapi protested.
“you said that you were saving your first kiss for the one you love.”
“I am”
“then why are you asking me to kiss you?”
“i… I love you” Yamapi looked away embarrassed.
There was silence for a minute until Yamapi felt soft lips on his own. His eyes widened and then shut tightly as he enjoyed the touch of their lips together. He was so glad that he had never let anyone kiss him, because this simple kiss was incredible and he felt tears escaping the corner of his eyes.
They parted and Yamapi slowly opened his eyes to see the smile that warmed his heart so long ago.
“I love you too, Yamapi”
-end-
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