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Broken In (LustfulSins & obieblu)

Ryu sucks in a soft breath when Kyle's thigh rubs his groin. Light or not, it's still felt. He's instantly aware of when Kyle comes fully awake again. He just smirks when the man stiffens, but he doesn't stop what he's doing. And when Kyle relaxes again, Ryu purrs out a praise. "Good boy. See? It's not so bad."

Ryu brushes his fingertips along the midline of Kyle's ass, but he doesn't delve deeper than that. For now, he's content to just knead the muscle. However, this could make for a good opportunity. A good moment to teach Kyle.

Ryu shifts his hips beneath Kyle, angling his leg between the man's thighs a bit better. Then his hips roll, and with them, his thigh rubs firmly against Kyle's groin. At the same time, that hip roll rubs Ryu's groin against Kyle's thigh. "Here, move your hips. Be good, and I won't do more than grope your ass."
 
The jock didn't like being spoken to in that way, but he forced himself to not think about it. Being praised, however it was delivered, was much better than being punished. His throat still felt a little raw from the punishment of Ryu's dick, this morning. The fingers that traced the cleft between his two muscular cheeks caused goosebumps along his skin, but his hips tensed, rising off his master's body slightly, worried at the thought of the fingers going further. It was half-nice.

Kyle had his head facing away from Ryu's, and he tried to think of it as just a human body, not a man beneath himself. He focused on the fingers stroking his back and ass intimately, and the light friction against his crotch was also rather nice. He tentatively rolled his hips, grinding them against Ryu's lightly, doing as he was told.
 
Ryu sighs contentedly at the feeling of Kyle's hips moving. His right hand kneads Kyle's ass a bit more firmly, encouraging. His own hips roll up against the man, pressing up against him in turn. "Come on, you can do better than that."

Ryu's right hand eventually grasps the bottom curve of Kyle's ass, pressing to encourage him to really roll his hips. As he does, he pulls the man up just a bit, so it's his hip pressing to Kyle's groin, creating more friction. This also puts Kyle high enough for Ryu's mouth to reach the man's ear and jaw. His lips brush Kyle's ear and he whispers. "Move your hips. Impress me."
 
Kyle really hadn't meant to try and turn his master on. He'd just been idly trying to make both of them more comfortable with his full weight on top of the other man. But, almost predictably, Ryu was pushing for Kyle's participation in a more sexual arrangement. The other man's body was firm underneath him, so unlike a woman, but the jock tried to push that thought away and just think about the friction against his crotch. That might be ok. Though, he had an idea what the fingers digging into the muscular globes of his ass were doing, and that he was dreading his master crossing.

The new slave accommodated his master's request and physical direction. Kyle rolled his hips, dragging his crotch against Ryu's thigh. It would get the job done, if that was what Ryu wanted. Kyle's eyes were closed, and he was thinking only about getting hard. His breathing increased slightly, and his glutes and thighs tensed and relaxed as Ryu's fingers slid against them. The jock's firm asscheeks were smooth and velvety, like his body was just made for being groped. Without thinking that it was a man, the lips against Kyle's neck were nice, and he rolled his neck, accepting the caress while his back and hips worked below, grinding both their bodies together in a gentle rhythm.
 
Ryu hums in approval, his hips moving to meet Kyle's. His left hand joins his right on the man's ass, kneading and stroking the skin. When Kyle rolls his head to the side, Ryu presses hot, open mouth kisses along the man's throat. Now and then, his teeth would graze skin in a light bite, as he searches for the sensitive spot on the man's neck.

After a couple minutes, there's really no hiding Ryu's erection pressing up against Kyle. But he's being patient, sticking to this rhythmic buck and roll between them. His hips are pressing up harder, seeking more friction. Even a straight man would eventually get erect from the motions. Ryu'a fingers are digging into the soft flesh of Kyle's muscled ass, urging him on.
 
Ryu's mouth seemed to find a spot that Kyle liked, and the jock squirmed, even letting out the smallest of groans when he felt the teeth drag against his sensitive neck. The grinding had been alright so far, as he wasn't looking at the face of the man he was grinding into, and his hips surged a little more in response to the small love bite. Kyle's cock had been slowly responding to the stimulation, and it got to the point where he had to overtly reach down to adjust himself in his shorts as it was getting uncomfortable at the angle the shaft had been trapped in.

Though, the feel of his master growing hard against him reminded him of having had that reciprocal erection shoved down his throat earlier this morning. Kyle tried not to feel threatened, thinking he'd likely get in trouble if he got soft in response. The anxiety didn't help him stay hard, but he focused purely on the firm warm flesh he was grinding against and the mouth stimulating his neck. The fingers exploring his ass were also a cause for concern, but he had already realized that going further was practically an inevitability. His thrusting was so enthusiastic at this point, his smooth muscular cheeks began to separate more and more each time he raised his hips.
 
Ryu groans as Kyle's grinding becomes more enthusiastic. His mouth teases that spot on Kyle's neck that made the man groan, licking, sucking, and biting. His hips buck, cock throbbing in his pants. He's avoiding speaking to not throw off Kyle's willingness, but he can't hide his sounds of pleasure.

Ryu soon approaches his climax quickly. When it hits, he bucks and grinds hard, having no problem hitting his release in his pants. A loud groan is pulled from his lips right into Kyle's ear.
 
Kyle was actually getting into it. His eyes were closed tightly, just focusing on the sensation of the wet mouth against his neck and the warm flesh he was grinding his hardon against. The jock tried to tune out the hard dick rubbing against his own thigh, but he was only half-successful. The body under him was also too hard. But he tried. Kyle managed to maintain his erection while Ryu got off. It wasn't until it was happening that Kyle realized what was going on underneath him. As a consideration, he slowed his grinding, during his master's orgasm, then continued the stroking of his thigh in a more gentle manner to not overstimulate the spent cockhead trapped in between their bodies.

While he didn't get off himself, Kyle hoped Ryu appreciated that he actively participated in getting the other man off. His breathing was still heavy as they lay against each other. Kyle didn't get up, letting Ryu enjoy his post-orgasm bliss.
 
Ryu does appreciate Kyle showing more enthusiasm. In fact, he now intends to reward the man. After a couple minutes of just enjoying the moment, Ryu gently pushes Kyle up. "Sit up, put your feet on the floor." Ryu follows the motion.

Once Kyle is sitting upright, Ryu moves to the floor, settling between his thighs. His hands pull down the front of Kyle's sweats to free his erection. Then, leaning forward, Ryu licks Kyle's cock root to tip. His lips close around the head, sucking lightly, and his right hand strokes in a smooth, firm rhythm.
 
Kyle hadn't fully softened by the time his master told him to move. It was comfortable to have a warm thigh pressed against his erection while he felt relief in the other man getting off and not pushing him further. He looked down questioningly to his master as he was pushed up, then rolled into a sitting position as indicated. As Ryu got himself positioned, it was pretty clear what he meant to do.

The new slave was rather surprised that his owner would lower himself to do such a thing, but it was likely not something he should resist. Regardless, he'd heard plenty of jokes about gay guys being better at blowjobs. It would probably be fine if he kept his eyes closed. Kyle lifted his hips and hooked his thumbs in the sides of his sweatshorts to help lower them a bit, giving the other man easier access. The jock's penis was as aesthetically formed as the rest of his body, slightly tanner than the rest of him, with a pinker head. It stiffened back up pretty quickly after Ryu's tongue touched it. Kyle exhaled and leaned his head back on the couch, letting his eyes slide shut and his hands rest at his side. He wasn't about to hold his owner's head.

Their grinding had been pretty close to edging, and Kyle's balls were already waiting to discharge their second load of the day. This time was a lot more pleasant, too. Kyle focused only on the sensation of a warm wet mouth bobbing up and down along his hard length. He also urged himself along, knowing that getting off would further pacify his master. It didn't take long before his hips were bucking slightly and Ryu tasted dribbles of salty precum. "I'm gonna..." Kyle warned.
 
Ryu doesn't think much of sucking his new slave. He sees it as a trust exercise; Kyle's willingness earns him rewards. First he got the basement, now this. As Kyle warns him, and he tastes that slight saltiness, Ryu slides his arms under Kyle's thighs, so they rest on his biceps. He's practically encouraging the thrusting, and he moans around the man's cock. Then his head sinks down, willingly taking in Kyle's cock to the root.

Ryu sucks firmly, swallowing around Kyle's cock. His throat constricts around the head each time, and somehow, he's still breathing around the length. When Kyle hits his climax, Ryu holds his breath and sucks the man through his orgasm. He swallows, willingly, every burst Kyle delivers. Finally, he lifts his head, mouth sucking Kyle clean on the way up. Ryu licks his lips, lifting his head to look up at his slave.
 
Kyle lost himself as his orgasm flooded his mind and body. Toned hips pushed up against Ryu's lips, though the jock knew enough to keep his hands off his master's head. After a few thrusts into the warm wet mouth, Kyle's cock shot out a spurt of hot cum, the second being larger, then continued to empty out into his mouth. He'd been holding his breath, his whole body straining to bring himself to come with a man, and now he released the breath in a loud 'whoof' and settled back into the comfortable couch. There was no post-orgasm cuddling or stroking of the hair of the person who just got him off.

His narrow eyes met his master's looking up. It was an oddly reverse position. "Uh, thanks. That was.. nice," then Kyle looked away quickly, not sure what else would be appropriate to say or do. He just sat there, naked, legs sprawled and spent wet dick laying against his stomach.
 
Ryu sighs at Kyle's pathetic response, pushing to his feet. He doesn't do such things often, or for just anyone. He's trying to make the man more comfortable with doing sexual acts with him. But that doesn't seem to be working. Ryu may have to look into other, more straightforward methods of training Kyle's body.

"I expected more of a response from someone who seemed to be enjoying that." Ryu shakes his head, sighing again. Then he waves one hand dismissively, turning to leave the living room. "I'm going back to the den. Tomorrow, we will try something different. Be sure to make dinner on time this evening."
 
The jock's body visibly sagged. This new position of subservience was not coming easily to him. Nor was actively trying to sexually please another man. He knew he wasn't even pretending well, but it was mostly due to stress and anxiety of seeming to do everything wrong. Worry about disappointment and punishment seemed to be a self-fulfilling prophecy as it pertained to the new slave.

"I mean, that was great," he tried to perk up, forcing himself to give Ryu a smile, as he said something that he knew to be appropriate to say to a girl in the same situation. "It's just, everything is so different. "I don't know what to say to a guy." Kyle hoped that was a sufficient explanation, but Ryu didn't give off a particularly patient air. Then, he looked surprised when his master got up to leave, as he'd expected he was supposed to reciprocate. Repeating the forced blowjob had been a looming dread when the other man approached him sexually again, but it seemed he was off the hook, at least until after dinner.

"I'll uh.." he wanted to ask if his master wanted anything specific, worried Ryu would ask for something gourmet, debated internally for a moment, then resolved to take the risk. He stood, his red fading erection bobbing at an angle in front of him. "Is there anything specific you'd like?" After the answer, Kyle retreated to the basement, just bringing his clothes with him to put back on instead of bothering to dress upstairs.

Kyle put extra effort into folding the clothes neatly, but they'd only be mediocre by high standards. He took the clothes upstairs to put away as best as he could make sense of. After finishing vacuuming the master bedroom, he headed back downstairs to start dinner. As he'd been working, Kyle had tried to think of what Ryu might like. It was painfully obvious that 'sex slave' was part of his new role, and there was nothing he could do to change that any time soon. Running during the first week was probably expected the least likely time to succeed. Kyle committed himself to surviving, and making this experience as least unpleasant as possible. Keeping Ryu happy would go a long way towards that goal, he hoped.

To that end, Kyle found an apron in a drawer and took off his shirt before putting it on. His new owner obviously liked his body, and maybe showing it off a bit would count as being an active participant in in the type of relationship Ryu wanted. The young man's tan muscular back and arms would at least be nice to watch as he retrieved ingredients and chopped them up for dinner.
 
Ryu grimaces at Kyle's attempt to make a better show of appreciation. He knows the man is struggling, but he over thinks everything. Ryu shakes his head, waving his hand again. "Make whatever you want." Ryu will eat pretty much anything. The items he won't eat aren't in the house, so Kyle can't really screw up. With that, Ryu returns to the den.

Ryu spends the next hour working on his computer. He had suspected he would be doing such in this week he's meant to have off. Kyle needs his own time as well, even though Ryu would rather be acclimating him to his new life. As attracted to the man as he is, and had been at purchase, Ryu never thought he would be so resistant. Every debtor purchased is well aware of the possibility of being bought for sex by the same gender.

When the smells of cooking food waft up from downstairs, Ryu stretches and leaves the den. He comes to the kitchen, but halts in the doorway, silently watching Kyle cooking. He certainly enjoys the flex of the man's muscles beneath the apron. It would be so easy to just bend him over the counter and.. Ryu shakes his head, refraining from sighing. Eventually, but not today.
 
Kyle was familiar with the possible consequences of being sold off for his debt. Getting bought by some sex freak was a common-enough joke in detention, but they were usually told by those who's physical attractiveness put them at low risk for that fate. Or they misguidedly thought it would be some billionaire lingerie model buying them despite their averageness. While former trainer had intellectually accepted his fate, he hadn't psychologically or emotionally adjusted after only a day being owned by this man.

With nothing specified, Kyle went the safe route of broiling dinner. He did a quick red wine marinade for steaks and tossed some squash and sweet potatoes with rosemary and olive oil. It was something of a 'fancy keto' meal, as one might expect from a personal trainer trying to impress someone. Kyle got into it and didn't notice when Ryu first started watching, but he eventually sensed the presence. He feared more chastisement for ignoring his master, so he merely said "Almost ready," over his shoulder.

Not long after, he delivered two prepared plates to the dining room. After setting up the silverware and drinks, he seemed conflicted over taking off the apron or not. It seemed odd to eat a the dinner table shirtless, but the apron was a bit casual.
 
Ryu smiles slightly when Kyle finally notices him, but says nothing. He's content just to watch. He's amused when the man sets the dining room table; he would have been just as happy with the small, four person kitchen table. Even more amusing is the way Kyle hesitates to remove the apron. Suppose he can't decide if he should relax or be formal?

Ryu chuckles softly and sheds his own shirt, to make Kyle realize it's not strange when it's just them. He tosses it over one of the two barstools by the kitchen island counter, then steps up in front of Kyle. Ryu glances briefly at the stove for the time. Five minutes after 6pm, close enough that he's not going to say dinner is late. Taking the neck strap of the apron in his hands, Ryu pulls it over Kyle's head. Then his hands go down and around behind the man, pulling Kyle flush up against him. A kiss comes next, not chaste, Ryu insists on sliding his tongue into Kyle's mouth. He licks around, tongue sliding against tongue, until Kyle is left breathless. But it's somehow a soft, deep kiss, as though it's a reward, or praise. Ryu removes the apron as he steps back from Kyle, licking his lips. "Thank you for being on time for dinner."
 
Cooking was an engaging activity for Kyle, and he'd lost track of timekeeping. Fortunately, he didn't go so far over as to have been punished. In fact, being late hadn't crossed his mind at all. Ryu looked pleased, or at least relaxed, so Kyle didn't need to get anxious about punishment or other unpleasant activities. He'd eaten so lightly today that he was actually feeling hungry and looking forward to dinner. After.. perhaps, not so much.

Kyle watched Ryu take off his shirt, and his own movements became more decisive, but he was interrupted by his owner before he took off his apron. Before he returned to the place he'd set for himself, Kyle too the chord around his neck and embraced him. While the kiss at this moment was a surprise, Kyle was getting used to being on the receiving end of them from this man. His own mouth opened for the insistent tongue, and he moved his lips along with the other mans, and his own tongue responded to the stroking appropriately. Whether or not he liked this, or was even comfortable with it, the new slave really was putting in effort to keep his master happy. Kissing was on the lighter end of the spectrum of activities his owner wanted from him.

The jock actually looked like he needed half a moment to recover from the sudden break of the kiss. He ducked his head to help remove the apron as Ryu revealed his toned torso. "Uh, yeah.. no problem. It's my job," well, his task. Ryu reminded him there'd been a deadline, but he didn't check to verify. If his master said it was on time, it was on time. "Shall we?" he gestured towards the dining table and would follow Ryu there. The next step would be dinner conversation. Kyle quickly tried to think of some questions, but he'd gone a couple weeks without the news and he knew so little about the man he was now living with. At least he was confident that the meal he cooked would be satisfactory.
 
Ryu is amused by the dazed reply Kyle gives. It seems even on his willingness with kisses, Kyle is still getting accustomed to them. He sets the apron over the back of his chair as he sits down. No blessings are spoken; Ryu is not a religious or spiritual man. He folds his legs beneath the table comfortably, in such a way that the top of his bare foot rests against Kyle's calf. An innocent enough touch, just to get the man used to being in contact with Ryu at any time.

Ryu actually groans with the first bite of food. Despite Kyle having previously told him he had cooking experience, he hadn't expected something this good. There may not be much conversation, but it's obvious Ryu is enjoying the meal. He even makes certain to clean his plate as best as possible with his last bite of food. "Thank you, Kyle. That was restaurant quality cooking. I admit I'm impressed."
 
Kyle wasn't religious either, not since he moved out on his own, so he didn't miss any ceremony before dinner. He did pause for half a moment, registering what was touching his leg, then continued on. For him, the gestures of affection, even maybe romance, were disorienting coming from the man who'd sexually used him so brutally, this morning. But flirtatious touches were far better than having a dick rammed into the back of his throat against his will.

While they were eating, Kyle felt obligated to continue 'not ignoring' his master while they were in the same room. "So, is working at home going along ok?" he asked, thinking that was a safe question, and also sort of hoping that it wasn't so that Ryu would have to go into work. "An old roommate thought that me working on the app at home meant I was there to hang out. Drove me crazy," he offered up that he did do things other than cook, do laundry, and get face-fucked.

Kyle looked relieved that Ryu was enjoying his meal rather than just tolerating it. "Thanks, maybe like a keto restaurant for gym bros.." he could joke about his customer niche and his.. former lifestyle. "Sea salt and rosemary go a long way." He stood, making to collect the dishes.
 
Ryu folds his arms on the table after Kyle removes his plate. He watches the man move around to clean up, taking his time replying. He doesn't miss the mention of Kyle having worked on an app in the past, but the technology he company develops is greatly advanced, so he's unlikely to let Kyle work on any of it for some time.

When Ryu finally replies, it's not what Kyle wants to hear. "Work is going just fine in the den. There are always emails to respond to, and my computer has a remote connection to the network at my company building. Add in phone calls, and it's almost as though I'm at the office." Ryu pauses, collapsing his hands together and pressing his knuckles to his chin. "Kyle, no amount of hinting at other skills will change my intentions for you. Tonight, I want you to pick something from the toy chest or off the wall for me to use on you."
 
Kyle hadn't thought he was being that obvious. These were normal 'getting to know you' questions, like roommates would start out with. If Ryu had even taken his 'app skills' seriously, he'd have found out that Kyle was writing user surveys, fitness plans, and challenges. Nothing close to useful in his owner's work sphere. Kyle had assumed Ryu was connected in every way that mattered, but there'd been a glimmer of hope that the office 'needed' him, somehow.

When he returned to wipe off the table, his hand paused, and his face sank a bit. "I didn't think they would. I just.. want to be more useful than that." He finished wiping the dining table and then murmured, "I understand.." as he returned the cloth to the kitchen sink and cleaned his hands. There were more things to fidget around with, even washing the dishes before the next phase of the evening began.
 
Ryu remains seated at the table to watch Kyle. Even just watching him wash the dishes. He speaks as he does, voice calm and even as ever. "Kyle, everyone knows that being unable to repay debts puts them in the position of being purchased. Everyone is well aware that this includes the risk of being purchased by someone with extra intentions. I can assure you, although my intentions for you are sexual, I will not bring you serious harm. Your physical wellbeing is important to me, and your mental wellbeing. However, I will still push your boundaries until you give in to me."

Ryu stands and walks over to press up behind Kyle. His hands settle on the edge of the counter, trapping Kyle against the sink. Lips brush the side of Kyle's neck, and Ryu inhales his scent. "I will have you. Come to the bedroom in one hour." With that, Ryu moves away and leaves the kitchen.
 
"One of my business partners took out a loan without telling us. The company had debt. It wasn't like I enlisted in the military then acted surprised when I got shot at," Kyle snapped back, unable to restrain himself fast enough. The life wound was still very fresh, metaphorically festering this very moment. His life was a fail. He couldn't listen to someone, even his new owner, lecture him in hindsight about something that was mostly not his fault. His mistake was trusting a friend with an accounting degree and too much hope. There was no law on the books to punish that, specifically.

Kyle's whole body tensed, realizing a moment too late that he might have angered his master. The caresses from behind seemed almost threatening in light of that. "Alright," was all he said as he forced himself to calm down. Chores wouldn't get him out of the evening's schedule, but he washed the dishes by hand, anyways, just to loose himself in the rhythm for a time.

With a heavy sigh, Kyle finally dried his hands and headed up the stairs, still shirtless. It felt like walking to his execution. He hoped there was some benign toy he could easily find.
 
Ryu is not happy about Kyle snapping at him. But he allows it, for now. In any case, this business partner likely removed his name from the legal papers stating who owned the company when he realized the loan couldn't be repaid. Whatever the case, this is Kyle's life now, and he needs to accept that.

In the bedroom, Ryu is stretched out on the bed, reading. The toy chest is open, holding a number of various vibes, dildos, and plugs. The wall above the chest is hung with restraints, ropes, spreaders, gags, and blindfolds. Ryu expects Kyle to select a either a toy or a restraint, and Ryu will come up with how to implement it.
 
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