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Broken In (LustfulSins & obieblu)

Ryu chuckles, sliding his right hand up Kyle's chest to grip his jaw. He turns the man's head, forcing him to look toward the mirror and see himself collared, wrapped in Ryu's arms. Ryu brushes his lips against Kyle's ear. "Look, you're so tense. Relax, Kyle. Did you really think I was purchasing you for your college degree?"

The bell above the store door jingles and a woman walks in leading a man on a leash. A different dynamic, the man is quite happy to follow the woman around. They barely spare Ryu and Kyle a glance, though the woman does giggle softly. Erik has moved off to help them find whatever they're looking for.

"I've been lonely for a while, you know. You caught my eye at the auction, even if you weren't trying to. So now you belong to me." Ryu's left hand slips under Kyle's shirt, fingertips stroking the skin just above the waistband of the man's pants. Chuckling softly, Ryu bites Kyle's ear.
 
Kyle now had no doubt that he was the joke told as the worst case scenario at lockup. He was a sex slave to a man. The way Ryu touched him with a commanding hand only made his body stiffen more in the taller man's arms. The entrance of the others made him look, but it was quickly apparent that they'd be no help or sympathy. He didn't answer the obviously rhetorical question.

He felt Ryu's hand traveling down to his waist, or he'd have jumped at the touch along his smooth, defined stomach. His eyes slipped shut, as if he could shut it all out. “I don't think I'm the right companionship for you, sir,” Kyle replied, knowing it was pointless.

Behind them both, the female customer politely inquired, “Is it new or does it get punished too often?” Her tone was the as asking what breed someone's dog was.
 
Ryu laughs lightly, curling his fingers to hook them in the front of Kyle's waistband. His right hand remains on the man's jaw at first, but he lowers it to Kyle's chest when he closes his eyes. "Because you're straight? That doesn't really matter now, does it?"

The woman's question makes Ryu turn his head. He smirks, dropping his right arm away from Kyle entirely so he can half turn to face the woman. His left hand dips a bit further down, fingertips just barely underneath the elastic band of the briefs he'd bought Kyle. "He's new, freshly purchased a little over an hour ago. He hasn't learned his place, yet." At this, Ryu lightly drags his nails against the skin of Kyle's abdomen.
 
Ryu could feel Kyle's heart beating fast through the firm meat of his pectoral muscle. His stomach tensed, seeming to try and pull away from the other man's finger dipping into his waistband, however futile it was. Legally, it didn't matter.. though Kyle hoped for some decency. "N-no.. but don't you want someone who would enjoy this?" It was an attempt at a logical argument.

Kyle hissed in a breath when Ryu basically scratched him, and his stomach tensed up further, curving inward to try and avoid the touch. Ryu got a feel for just how hard Kyle's abdominal wall was when flexed. He also inadvertently leaned back into his new master. His body was shorter, but solid, very nicely curved. The woman watched the little interaction with a sensual grin, Oh, that'll be fun," and she turned back to her own business after the brief flirtation.
 
Ryu nods and smiles at the woman. When he turns back to the tense and flexed Kyle, his hand spreads out on the man's abdomen. His right hand lands firmly on Kyle's ass. "You'll learn to enjoy it." He leaves it at that, pulling his hand from Kyle's pants and hooks two fingers in a front belt loop.

That's how Ryu leads Kyle from the boutique. By the belt loop on his pants. Outside, he pushes Kyle up against the passenger door of the car, leaning in close and sniffing his hair. With a sigh, he steps back and goes around to the driver's side. "Get in. You need a shower."
 
Being held like this, possessively by another man, was something Kyle immediately didn't like. It hadn't gone too far, and he was controlling his reactions as to not struggle, but they'd just begun. He sucked in his breath again when he felt Ryu's hand deliberately test his ass, and there wasn't anywhere to try and squirm away to with the man's hands on his front and back. Ryu released him, and he walked along, behind, closer than before, as his master dragged him. Kyle kept his head down as they walked, his mind whirling with darkly imaginative scenarios in his future, and ideas about trying to escape.

The young handsome man quickly found himself trapped, and inspected in yet another way. He flinch somewhat, but didn't fully lean back from the sniffing. "I'm sorry, sir. There were harsh chemicals, this morning." He imagined his master's complaint was about the prison cleaning solutions to make sure they didn't bring any parasites to their new masters. He didn't smell like his usually Axe body spray. When Ryu stepped away, Kyle briefly thought about running, but there wasn't really anywhere to go here. It was all open roads, parking lots, and locked doors. With a sigh himself, he got into the car again, sitting as close to the door, away from Ryu, as he could. "I don't think I'll learn to like it, sir," he finally replied to what Ryu had said in the boutique.
 
Ryu pulls away from the curb, heading out of the shopping district. Smart of Kyle not to run for it. If a debtor's owner decides their slave is worth it, they can issue a bounty hunt, with the slave almost always receiving severe punishment of some kind when caught. Ryu would most definitely do so. He had spent a lot of money to purchase Kyle. And while the man is extremely wealthy, it's still a lot of money.

Ryu occasionally glances over at Kyle as he drives. The man is definitely going to be a challenge, but Ryu will break him in. Conditioning his body to react to appropriately will take time. But even a straight man with respond to certain attentions.

Ryu remains silent on the drive home. It's still only midafternoon when he pulls up the drive of a large, yet somehow still modest home on a double lot. Large front yard, well kept, with flowerbeds lining the front of the light grey house. Ryu pulls into the two car garage. The empty half is set up like a gym; blue mats on the floor, a sandbag, a treadmill, and a bar hanging from the concrete ceiling.
 
A while after no response from his new master, Kyle resigned himself to a long quiet drive. The whole process had been so fast. His forced bankruptcy, his sentencing, then a few days later, he was on the auction block. Kyle hadn't had the time to mentally prepare for having his will replaced by someone else's. He knew the punishments for running were bad, and the success rate was very low. He told himself what Ryu had in mind wasn't life-threatening.. and maybe other things about this situation would balance out. That's what he had to tell himself.

When they arrived, Kyle was surprised Ryu's house wasn't bigger, but he'd never say a word. The gym in the garage piqued his interest, barely. He sat in the car for several long moments, just collecting himself in preparation for stepping outside of the seeming shelter of the car. Finally, he exited and circled around to the trunk to retrieve all their purchases. Kyle's fade was one of barely-masked dread.
 
Ryu is out of the car before Kyle, leaving the man to collect himself and his things. The door to the house leads into a modern white and steel kitchen, the cupboards a dark wood. The floors are dark hardwood throughout most of the house, except the bathrooms, which are tiled, and the master and one guest bedrooms, which are thickly carpeted. The dining area is included in the kitchen space, with a size person oval table. From there, an open arch doorway leads to the living room, designed in rich browns and dark blues. The front door is here, with coat hooks and a boot rack for guests. A large TV over the mantle of a white stonework fireplace faces a glass top coffee table, a dark brown fabric sofa, and matching armchairs at either end of the coffee table. The far wall in floor to ceiling bookshelves, and the front window beside the fireplace is a big bay window with a seat, looking out on the front lawn.

A short hallway leads to the stairs to the second floor, a door to the backyard, and to a guest washroom, without a bath or shower. Upstairs, the doors on the left lead to a bathroom with a shower and tub combo, and the guest bedroom, designed in cream and tan colors. The first door on the right is a den, with another wall of bookshelves, a central desk with a laptop, and a loveseat across the room from the bookshelves. Another large window looks out on the front yard, though this one isn't a bay window.

The second door on the right is the master bedroom. Done in dark greens and golds, the room has a large bed with a fenced headboard, a dresser with a collection of palm sized crystals of various colors on it, and two open doorways. One leads to an ensuite bathroom done in white and gold, with separate large walk in clear glass shower and whirlpool tub. The shower has a steel bar set in the wall just above six feet from the floor, and another at three feet. The other door in the bedroom leads to a walk in closet. It's in the doorway to the master bedroom that Ryu is waiting for Kyle.
 
Kyle followed Ryu's back which disappeared through the door as he closed the trunk. It was a nice kitchen, he immediately thought before his mind quickly retuned to what his master had implied would happen to him in this house. Kyle placed the shopping bags on the table and filled Ryu through his home.

The decor was nice, masculine, and Kyle could imagine it was a comfortable life for the owner. But himself, he trudged up the stairs like he was being lead to his execution. When he found Ryu waiting in the doorway to a bedroom, Kyle looked down at the floor and held his hands behind his back like a military 'at ease', though nothing could be further from the truth.
 
Ryu clears his throat when Kyle stops at the top of the stairs. He's mildly surprised the man hadn't brought his things upstairs; nothing Ryu had bought him belonged in the kitchen. "Kyle, come here. Don't stand there looking like a scolded puppy."

Ryu turns and walks into the bedroom, starting to take off his suit. He had left his jacket on the backseat of the car, but it doesn't matter. He would get it later. As he undresses, Ryu tosses the clothing into a hamper half hidden beside the dresser. Most of his clothing goes to the dry cleaners. His comfortable lounge wear goes to the laundry in the basement, reached by stairs in the corner of the garage.

Ryu is fit, lean but clearly muscled. His skin is mostly unmarked, a couple of childhood scars here and there. One scar is more prominent, following the line of his right hip on his abdomen. His left shoulder sports a tattoo of a black and grey Celtic knot wrapped in green vines. Ryu is definitely not shy and strips to nakedness. He's also well endowed, nine thick inches Kyle can see when Ryu turns to face him.
 
In all his nervousness, Kyle hadn't really thought about where the bags should go. It was just a habit to leave everything on the kitchen table at his old small appartment. He reluctantly entered what was apparently Ryu's bedroom.

Kyle looked away, as was becoming a new habit, when Ryu began to undress. Though, when his master faced him again, he glanced back. His eyes fluttered away, like the large penis was actively intimidating him. While nudity was not uncommon, Kyle wasn't accustomed to attention from naked men. He looked like an uncomfortable butler waiting to be dismissed.
 
Ryu rolls his eyes, walking over to stand directly in front of Kyle. He hooks a finger in the ring on the man's new collar, pulling him in close. "It's insulting how you refuse to look at me, Kyle. You're acting like a virginal schoolboy, yet surely you're not new to the pleasures of sex in general. Get undressed, then come to the bathroom to shower."

Ryu releases the collar, turning to walk into the bathroom. Mostly out of sight from where Kyle is standing at the bedroom door, Ryu starts the shower to heat up for the man. Then he runs the tub, the sound of which is covered by the shower. By the time Kyle comes into the bathroom, Ryu is lounging in the tub of hot water. Despite the steam in the air, the glass walls of the shower aren't fogging, instead remaining clear. Although Ryu intends to watch Kyle, at least he isn't showering with him, yet. "Go on, then. You can use my shampoo and conditioner, and body wash." The hair products have light scents of sandalwood, while the body wash has a strong, very masculine scent, though it's called swagger, and doesn't actually list what the scent is supposed to be.
 
"I'm sorry, sir," was all Kyle replied as his new master grabbed his collar and chided him. His demeanor was really just a defense mechanism, somehow trying to stay 'uninvolved' with the things Ryu did that he wanted no part of. Purchasing fetish accessories, groping his body, undressing. He decided not to bother saying that he liked sex. It wouldn't help his case, and even give his new master more arguments against his aversion to what was going on. Not that verbal arguments counted for anything as this man now owned him.

Kyle was given an order and there was no way around it. He undressed again, laying his new, clean clothes on a chair, then sighed, tensed his jaw, and slipped off his new brief underwear. As he walked into the bathroom, he wanted to cover his crotch, but there was no practical reason to. As Ryu saw before, Kyle's body was very well-toned, all perfectly sculpted muscles, strong shoulders, narrower hips, meaty thighs and ass. Many, many hours in the gym were no longer going to contribute to his intended career as a celebrity personal trainer with an app, but purely for the enjoyment of one man. Ryu. Between his legs, short-trimmed dark hair surrounded his slightly above average sized manhood. He wasn't excited like Ryu. A bit of foreskin wrapped around the crown, but most of the ruddy head was exposed.

He looked at his master in the bathtub briefly, as he'd just been chided for not doing so. Then, Kyle got into the shower. At least the products smelled good. He started with his hair, massaging the suds into his short black hair. The bubbles began to descend over his neck, converging as they slid down the groove between his pectoral muscles.
 
Ryu, relaxed in the tub, watches Kyle unashamedly. He watches his muscles flex and move, watches the suds slide down his body only to rinsed away. In the clear water of the tub, there's no hiding Ryu's erection. He doesn't touch it though, just allows it to be obvious.

Ryu doesn't take his eyes off Kyle as the man rinses his hair, then conditions, then rinses again. His eyes track Kyle's hands when the man moves onto the body wash. Completely unexpected, seemingly out of nowhere, Ryu speaks. "Stroke yourself. Use whatever mental image you need, I want to see you hard."
 
Kyle worked his hands down downward, gradually, switching to the body wash. He mostly took what he considered a normal shower, not purposely putting on a show or avoiding touching anywhere erogenous. He was stooped over, both hands lathering up his left thigh when Ryu gave his command. Kyle pursed his lips, but the shower covered the sound of his sigh. Maybe Ryu saw the small expansion and contraction of the muscles of his torso. Either way, Kyle took another dollop of body wash and lathered his crotch. There was no passion to it to start with, but willed himself to get hard, just to get this over with.

Finally, after nothing was happening, Kyle closed his eyes and leaned one shoulder against the shower wall. He imagined the last time he'd had sex. It had been a while since it was with someone else, he'd been entirely dedicated to developing and launching his app. But he summoned the other trainer's feminine curves to mind. Soapy hands cradled his own sack and stroked his shaft until it was an angry pink, but he only managed to get half-hard. It looked like he'd be around 7" if he'd been successful. "Sorry, I'm trying," he apologized, then again remembered to add "Sir" a moment later. Like his hunger, anxiety had diminished his libido. He was also expecting more.. 'interaction' after this shower, and dreaded it.
 
Ryu watches Kyle struggle for a while, placing his chin on his palm. When the man apologizes, Ryu hums. He stands from the tub, leaving the bathroom briefly. A bit of water on the carpet isn't going to ruin it when he returns, there's a one inch wide black band wrapped around the palm of his right hand.

Ryu steps into the shower, planting one hand against Kyle's shoulder to push him against the back tile wall, where the water will still spray him. "Close your eyes." Ryu doesn't wait for Kyle to obey. His left hand clicks a switch on the band over the the back of his hand, and there's a quiet buzzing. Then his right hand wraps around Kyle's cock, stroking firmly. The band is vibrating between Ryu's hand and Kyle's length.
 
Kyle opened his eyes when he heard the sound of Ryu getting out of the water. From his expression, he looked like he wondered if he should be expecting a punishment. He didn't stop stroking himself, but it slowed to a very lazy pace, as he was more focused on what was going to happen after his master returned.

Having no experience with the kink lifestyle, Kyle could only imagine what the band on his master's hand was. But he willed himself to stay still as the other man joined him in the shower. He stepped back against the wall as he was pushed, but he looked down, watching Ryu's hand instead of closing his eyes immediately. His master was reaching for an area of his body that he highly valued, and.. Kyle huffed in surprise at the sudden intense sensation against his half-hard cock. He barely had a chance to recoil from the man's touch before he let his eyes fall closed of their own volition. Kyle couldn't have stayed soft if he'd tried, with the vibrating fingers stroked him, and his shaft finally swelled to fill Ryu's hand. It looked like Kyle was struggling to decide if the stimulation was too much or too little. His muscular body tensed, and he both tried to pull away, and thrust into his master's hand alternately. His brow furrowed, and his breathing increased to rapid, ragged pace.
 
Ryu keeps stroking, watching the expressions twist on Kyle's face. He can see the indecision, the internal war between accepting the pleasure, and running away from it. Ryu had chosen the band because it's a good starting point. Vibrations to encourage the man, while not yet subjecting him to any number of potential sexual accessories, aside from the collar still locked around Kyle's throat.

Ryu stays silent, not wanting his voice to disrupt Kyle's pleasured struggle. Too soon to add a male voice, Kyle needs to be conditioned to accepting the touch first. So Ryu keeps him pressed to the wall with one hand, while the other strokes his hard length with the vibrating band.
 
Gradually, the undulations of Kyle's wet nude body stabilized into a soft thrusting motion. It was more like just a roll of his hips up into Ryu's vibrating hand and back. His hands balled into fists, not aggressively, but out of an attempt at self control. He wanted to add his own hand back to the stroking, but he refrained, not wanting to upset Ryu as much as he wanted to interact as little as possible. "Oh, shit.. I'm gonna.. soon.." he announced in a breathy voice, as he felt a tingling warmth start to flow up from behind his balls. Kyle closed his eyes tighter and turned to the side, seeking out the tiniest bit of privacy he could as another man brought him close to orgasm.
 
With Kyle so close to the edge, Ryu is confident in stepping closer to him. Not enough for his body to touch him, but enough for the man to feel his breath on his face. His hand increases the speed of his strokes, encouraging Kyle over that peak.

When it happens, Ryu strokes Kyle through his orgasm. And once it's all over, he lifts his hand to his mouth, licking the man's seed before the shower can wash it all away. Ryu steps back, switching off the palm band. He leaves the shower, dropping the band on the counter as he returns to the tub. He's still hard, having not touched himself while helping Kyle reach his climax. However, now that he's relaxing in the tub's hot water again, Ryu palms himself, working out his own erection.
 
Without being stopped, Kyle came. It was hard, and borderline painful with how hard he'd already stroked himself unsuccessfully, and having been almost a week since he'd come before now. The stress, the anxiety, the discomfort of another man touching him and breathing on him, it all boiled up and spurted out of him in several long streams of whiteish semen. It was a sight, his wet muscles straining, almost like they were trying to resist, then the wash of relief across his tense face, his mouth hanging open gasping as he rode his orgasm out.

The sudden absence of the vibrating was startling, and Kyle opened his eyes like he'd just woken from an intense dream. Silently, he watched Ryu taste his seed, drawing his eyebrows together in a silent critique. Once his master returned to the tub and.. began to jerk himself off, Kyle turned sideways, and resumed his shower. Washing off his fading erection before moving down to where he'd left off with his legs. He hoped Ryu would finish quickly and he wouldn't need to just stand there and watch.
 
Ryu doesn't command Kyle to turn back to face him, but he doesn't remain silent either. Low groans join the steam in the air. Ryu's head is tilted back against the edge of the tub. The image of Kyle's expression during his orgasm is fresh in Ryu's mind, and this is what he sees behind his closed eyelids.

Ryu's groan is drawn out as he releases into the tub water, almost eight minutes later. With a sigh of contentment, he stands from the water, releasing the plug. Crossing the floor, he pulls out a pair of towels, one for himself, the other he holds out to Kyle. "You will learn to enjoy my touch, Kyle. Your body doesn't care, pleasure is pleasure to flesh. Your mind just needs to accept the inevitable."
 
Kyle busied himself with trying out the other bottles in the shower. He feared if he stepped out, Ryu would ask for assistance. Kyle imagined several scenarios during the long 8 minutes. The best he hoped for was that he'd been bought by an old pervert that just wanted to play with and watch his own private muscle boy. He imagined he could get used to working the older man over, he'd just keep his eyes closed and imagine a woman beneath him. Once the moaning was over, he glanced over to see his master getting out of the tub, so he finished rinsing the last bit of perfumed suds off his body. He turned off the shower and stepped out, as well.

Dark brown eyes met Ryu's as he accepted the towel. "That toy was nice," he gave an ambiguous answer, without really agreeing with the prediction. "Sir," he added as he began to dry himself. At this point, he was past caring if Ryu watched him briskly rub his naked body with the expensive plush towel.
 
Ryu raises a brow as Kyle technically states he enjoyed the palm band. Then he chuckles when the man calls him sir. "Kyle, I told you that you may use my name in private." He pauses as he dries off, ruffling his ashy brown hair. "So, you liked that, hm? Seems like vibes will be a good way to condition your body, then."

Ryu is smirking as he exits the bathroom. From the dresser, he pulls out two pairs of sweats, tossing one to Kyle. He hadn't seen any lounge wear among the man's chosen items at the mall, but they're not that different in size, so the sweats should fit. "You'll sleep in here with me. Yes, in the same bed. And no, I won't do anything further tonight. I won't be going in to work for the next week, so I'll be getting you acclimated to your new life. My company can manage itself for a few days."
 
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