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☇ さくら THE LARGEST DEBT TO BE PAID x obscene x mina x

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      • This was worse than anything in the world. How could this have happened ?

        Like a brave mouse entering the domains of ravenous sewer rats, Chason scurried into the darker parts of the city's downtown area, timidly sticking close to the brick walls with fear obvious in his royal blue eyes. He hated how everything was so dark. And creepy. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reassure himself that he'd make it out alive. That was what his father promised, right ? All he had to do was take one for the team. Because their company couldn't repay the loan sharks in full, his desperate dad offered to give up his only son instead, who was clearly attractive and even had a clean slate the night dwellers could mercilessly taint. Because he was so wealthy, Chason hadn't ever had the chance to come down into this ghetto neighborhood, so everything from the dingy buildings to the muddy alleyways scared him shitless. He yelped at anything that swept by, and finally, he came to where the gang members ordered for him to wait. There of all scary places.

        Here, he wasn't able to call for the police. It was completely secluded, and through the moonlight, he caught glances of trash littered everywhere, and abandoned buildings surrounding him. Tightening the hood over his neck-length black hair, he pressed one shoulder against the wall, closing his eyes to calm himself. In one flustered hand, he held the paper that officially had his father's signature on it, guaranteeing the ownership of his son being carried over to the men he owed a humongous debt. Breathing hotly, he kept close to a dumpster, shivering with cold and sheer fright.

        Now all he had to do was for the others to appear. How disgusting would it be to be toyed with by old men ? And lots of them, too ? His knees were shaking at the mere thought of it. God ... he was on the verge of crying. His life depended on this deal ! He was too pretty to die ![/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
A large van pulled up not to far away, creaking as if it were ready to give way. The side door slid open and a rather large man stepped out. He was dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt, and a gun was visible in it's holster. "This mus' be the brat..." He said to the woman that stepped out after, wearing the skimpiest of clothing over her large curves.

"E's cute, I'll geeve 'im that..." She said with a thick accent, speaking about the bosses' new toy as if he weren't there at all.

"You gonna get in, or do I gotta make you? Come on now, we're in a hurry." The man spat at the guy, eyeing his expensive attire. "You dun' wanna keep the boss waiting."

The pair were of course, just underlings. What man of such importance would play fetch when he had people to do it for him?
 
      • Whenever he heard a rat scurrying here and there or a cat meowing off in the distance, he froze and looked just like a deer in headlights. Usually, Chason wasn't this much of a coward. He was everyone's image of a perfect boyfriend who excelled in everything from sports to academics. He was a womanizer, arrogant in his riches, and just gave off the scent of a proper man. All in all, he wasn't a spineless submissive. However, this situation did scare him as it would everyone else.

        When a van stopped in front of him, he held his breath, then glared at the man and woman who stepped out of the vehicle. The woman's accent was annoying. But he was in no position to argue when the bulky henchman had a gun. Oh, shit. Well, this was definitely real. He came unarmed, unaccompanied, and vulnerable. Crossing his arms over his chest to huddle by himself, he carefully stepped into the van, sliding in to the farthest seat next to the window. The insides smelled of smoke and rotten alcohol. He wouldn't be surprised if there was a corpse in the backseat.

        " The boss ? " he murmured, " You guys didn't say anything about being delivered to the boss. " [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
"Where did you think you'd be going?" The man asked as he slammed the door shut and the rickety contraption started movng, driven by another man, several years older. The ride was fairly quiet, the silence only interupted by giggles from the woman as she and the more burly man fooled around a bit. Finally they stopped outside a rather run down building on the outskirts of town.

They all got out, leaving the driver behind, and Chason was dragged roughly inside. "You keep in mind, pretty much everyone here's got a gun, and you ain't nuthin but a wealthy brat, offin you would be easy ta cover up." He threatened as he gave thier captive a firm shove into the elevator, taking him to the second story. They stayedd behind, knowing he's have no where to go other than his destination from there.

The elevator doors opened to a narrow hall with red walls and carpeting, and only one large door at the end.
 
      • He felt violated and uncomfortable already. The expensive cologne he sprayed on himself every morning was being overpowered by the thick smoke that lingered in the vehicle, and he couldn't help but cough uncontrollably at the foul stench of marijuana floating in the air. He pressed himself closer to the window, wishing that he was somewhere else but here. The buildings they passed looked all the same, and if he saw people, they were darkly cloaked and looked like night crawlers- hardly even human. Everything frightened him. There was no light in this city- just despair and misery. This was no place for a wealthy boy like him. He didn't belong ...

        Just as he was about to pass out from the smell, he was shoved outside, then dragged inside a shabby building. He pried his arms away from the man, then growled, resembling a rebellious puppy in a way that made him look even more pathetic. " Get your filthy hands off of me, " he harshly spat, stumbling into the elevator. When he was dropped off on the second story, he blankly stared at the door laid in front of him, hesitating whether or not to enter. He searched for a window to crawl out of. An air vent. Nothing. Even a mouse hole would do.

        With nowhere to go, he proceeded forward, gripping the contract in one hand, tempted to crumple it up. He wore almost three layers and a lot of accessories, just to keep himself tight and warm, which it was doing him much good right now. Carefully, he turned the knob of the door and entered, sliding inside ever so cautiously. " ... Hello ? " he timidly called, keeping his voice as low as possible. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
The room was fairly large, an office clearly, with decor much nicer than the outside would have led anyone to believe. A large cherry wood desk sat near a dingy window and an older man in an expensive looking suit sat behind it. Another, clearly younger sat on the desk, watching as the seated one counted bills.

"He'd brought enough sir." The one seated behind the desk confirmed, sliding the stack of moeny back into it's envelope.

"Wonderful Sari, we can let him go then." He said with an emotionless smile to a rather portly man seated in front of them. He stood, nodded, and scrambled out of the room, nearly knocking Chason over as he passed.

"He was an awfully unpleasant little man wasn't he Sari?" the man seated on the desk said as he stood and stretched. With the suit it was hard to tell, but the figure under it was lightly toned. He was a fairly tall man, and slender. Jaw length black hair fell into cold gray eyes, and pale skin signified a lack of sun exposure. Of course, he was a man that thrived in the darker parts of life.

"Very unpleasant. You did notice our guest, Jin?" Sari was quite the opposite of his boss, the number two, he seemed to be of Indian decent with caramel skin, waist length black hair held back in a braid, and gold cuffs on his wrists, just visible under the suit. His dark eyes were cool and calculating like his boss's, but somehow warmer and less knowing.

"Nn, I did." He said, turning those cold eyes to Chason. "Come in already, no need to stand in the hall." He said as he moved to his newest toy as a leisurely pace. He had to be in his mid twenties at the latest, but even so young, he'd managed to secure the top role of the gang. The lower levels had their little gang battles, controlled by the mid levels, but it was the upper levels Jin dealt with the most. The more productive drugs, money wise, hushing the police, and controlling some of the larger political powers as well as company interests in the area.

"You are the cute one aren't you, the photo your father sent doesn't do you justice." He said in a sickeningly satisfied tone as he circled Chason like a cat eying a cornered mouse, his prey only seconds from being chow. "I trust you were wise enough to bring your contract?" He said with a chilled smile. "You'll be here until either your father's debt has been paid, or two years have passed, whichever comes first, correct?"

"Sir..." Sari interrupted, "Our records are showing he's still buying. At the rate he's going, the boy might become a permanent payment."

"Lovely..." Jin said in a tone that made it hard to tell whether or not it was sarcasm. "What was your name?" he asked Chason, finally stopping to stand tall in front of him.
 
      • He didn't know whether or not to feel relieved or scared anymore. Unlike the henchmen he dealt with outside, the few men in the lavish room looked a lot different and cleaner, for one. The fear that accumulated over time sort of deflated as he entered the room upon the other's command, his fists rudely tightening in the pockets of his jeans. Now that he was in an environment where he was among fairly important and possibly wealthy people, he didn't need to feel so alienated and frightened. Still, he couldn't believe this. What a bunch of perverted pedophiles. Accepting him as some sort of a payment in return for a bit of stall time for his father ? And what of his dad ? Was he even a responsible parent to have abandoned him like this ? He was still who he was. He couldn't be crumpled so easily. He wouldn't let go of his pride, probably the last thing he possessed.

        But he had to admit that he was scared. Not as much as when he was in the alleyway, but still, he felt threatened as the other man circled him like some ravenous vulture. His gaze was sticky, and Chason winced, keeping his posture full and firm to grant himself confidence. He didn't notice that he was holding the piece of paper so harshly, but he extended the hand obediently towards Jin, offering him the said paperwork. " If he sent you a picture, you should already know my name, " he murmured, narrowing his eyes. He looked unfazed on the outside, but on the inside, he was trembling, " ... If my father kept you uninformed, I'll apologize on his behalf. It's Chason. "

        Permanently here ? He couldn't handle that torture. His dad promised that he'd pull through, and he would have to deal with them for a short while until he paid off all of their debts. He didn't need to expect anything, as his father innocently reassured him that all he needed to do was work, clean, and act as a handy servant for them. Nothing else ... He was a few inches shorter than the boss, but he looked just as authoritative as he did in the way he kept the strong venom in his facial expression. " I suppose. The sooner I leave, the better for myself. " he arrogantly snapped. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
"To be expected of one paying with his body. And no, your father didn't seem to think your name of much importance." He said as he handed the paperwork to Sari to deal with. "You probably think of us as pretty twisted, accepting a person as payment, but it was your dear ol' pops that suggested it, you have him to thank for your time here." He grew rather touchy, rather suddenly, his hands ghosting over the various accessories, straightening his clothing a bit, seeming oblivious of any need for personal space. That was for people, not toys. "Sari, take him into the back room, I'll finish up here. I'll start his payment tonight."

Sari gave a silent nod, watching as Jin took his place at the desk, typing a few things into the laptop. "This way sir." He said politely, motioning for Chason to follow him through one of the doors, down another hall, and into a smaller room set up like a guest or hotel room. "You will be staying here for the time being. Put your valuables in the box there, they'll be sent back to your father. It's unwise to keep them on you in a place like this." He said as he pointed to a small lock box. "I advise listening carefully to anything Jin asks of you. He didn't get where he is by playing nice, or even fair." He warned before stepping out of the room, the door locking behind him.
 
      • His father. He trusted that bastard with his entire life, and he was hearing so much trash from him in one sitting. Clenching his fists, he sucked in a sharp intake of breath as his nails dug into his palms, causing his knuckles to flush white in the process. Then, he loosened up and gave the other man a blank stare as if he didn't comprehend what he had just said. To pay with his body ? What ? A new sense of fear coursed through his entire nervous system, chilling him to his very spine. He was almost tempted to snap at the hand that ran over his precious trinkets, even more anxious to claim that the other man had no right to be touching them like so. The back room ? Well, that sounded nice. " My father wouldn't let you put a finger on me. " he mumbled, the confidence deteriorating from his words a bit. He hoped he was speaking the truth.

        But when the boss left, he glanced up to Sari, feeling a little relieved when the other man addressed him as 'sir'. Maybe street rats did have a code of honor when it came to greeting a person of a higher status ... Chason obediently, but cautiously followed, observing the room he was put into with little interest. No wonder it was called a back room ... Huffing, he stared down at the box that he was informed of, then blinked as Sari disappeared. He heard the door click, but disbelieving his ears, he walked over and jiggled the doorknob, now realizing that he was on the 'kidnapped' side of the situation. Scanning the room for available escape routes, he spent most of his spare time scurrying around, trying to scavenge the place for such places, but found none.

        Then, he stared down a the lock box with a mock chuckle. How could he trust them if they couldn't trust him ? They would only steal that box instead of respectfully returning his accessories to his father ... But obediently, he detached the silver cross earrings he wore, and lifted the pure necklace and bracelet he had on, dropping them into the bottom of the box. Then, he carefully moved over towards the mirror, examining himself in it. Rich people did prize their vanity. The hood did mess up his hair, so he was rearranging it, a bit thankful that he was able to stay here rather than in a dingy basement. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
There was a soft click as Jin let himself in a while later, dimming the lights a bit as the door shut behind him, locking again. No matter, he had the key for it. "Quite the vain one aren't you. Are you even aware of what your father agreed to?" He asked in a quiet voice that still managed to fill the room. "Until he pays off the debt, or the time is up, you're mine in every sense on the word... and I'll be doing a lot more than laying a finger on you." He said with a soft smile. "Now then, are you going to cooperate, or do I have to force this?" He asked, still in that eerie calm tone. "Go on, strip. We wouldn't want to ruin those pretty clothes of yours." He ordered as he took off his jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair, his index finger trailing over the handle of a gun resting in a holster on his chest.
 
      • Just as he was flicking his bangs away conceitedly with his index finger, Jin entered, and he snapped his attention onto the older man, grunting in frustration. He also noticed how the lights dimmed, and the fear that wasn't there before washed onto him all at once. " I'm here to do your dirty work- if you think you could pummel my pride by reminding me of it again, it won't work. " he murmured, moving away from the mirror to harshly bite the inside of his lower lip. He didn't like the idea of being trapped inside a small room with a man who had a fucking gun. His eyes followed the other man's jacket as it was flung onto a nearby chair, then moved down towards his own clothes. He really was wearing a lot of layers. Strip ? So that's what his father sold him for ? Fucking sick bastards. " Do I look like a dog to you ? " he snapped, going against the other's orders as he zipped up his jacket all the way with a firm and arrogant huff, " ... You're ... You're sick. " [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
"I think the sick one's the one that sold his son to pay a debt." He said with a small shrug. "and fine, we'll do this the hard way." He said as he pulled the gun, aiming it carefully, "Once again, strip. If I have to ask again, you'll be fishing a bullet out on your own." He said with a cruel grin. The gun he held was filled with blanks, the one on his hip, not yet visible however, was not. "Come on, quickly now, I want to see just how well equipped my new toy is."
 
      • " My dad ... My dad will never do this to me. He won't let you sick bastards do this ! " he nearly yelled, just to relieve himself from his pent-up frustrations and fear. There was nothing in the contract about being some kind of a sex slave for these men ! ... He hadn't read it, because his father made it clear that he wasn't- shit. The man opposite of him drew out the gun he was tinkering with, aiming the muzzle of it towards him. He had to think fast, but the chances of his survival were slim when he had nowhere to run or hide. " You're ... disgusting, " he hissed, carefully unzipping his first jacket. He slid it off of his shoulders, then cast it aside. Then, he unbuttoned his second shirt, took that off as well, and finally popped his shirt over his head, shaking his hair free and back into place. He was well fit with faint muscles that complimented his slender build. A pair of pelvis lines drew down to the pants that hung at his curved waist, and he was working on unbuckling his belt, too, stopping in mid-action, " It doesn't make a difference if you have a gun. If you come any closer, I'll beat the shit out of you. " He wasn't going to heed his old man's orders to obey this perverted boss. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
"I didn't say you could stop, and you're in no position to be making demands." He said as he drew a few steps closer. "Go on, take them off." He said hungrily, "You can protest all you want, but however we get there, the night's going to end with you having a freshly filled ass. Unless..." Hus eyes lit up with a sudden idea. "Unless you want to play a game... for stakes of course. If I win, we go further and play another game. If you win at any point, I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night. What do you say... wanna play? We can do it every night, and every night you win, I'll take off $500 extra from your father's debt, getting you your freedom a bit sooner."
 
      • He flinched as the other man drew near, then casually whipped his belt out from the loops of his pants, letting it pool around his ankles like a lifeless snake. He tipped his angular chin up, tossing his head to the side to get rid of the silky bangs that obscured his vision. He told himself not to be intimidated by the other's empty threats, because there was no way in hell that his father could have sold him to be a sex toy of some sort ! He wouldn't let this man take away his prized virginity- hell, he was straight, too ! Just as he was about to unbutton his dark jeans, he perked up to the idea of some sort of game that would guarantee his freedom faster ... and maybe stall the boss a bit so he didn't have to take off his lower wear. " Depends on what sort of demented game you have in mind, but it sounds better than this, " he murmured.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He put the gun away, moving over to let his hands run over the bare chest, "Relax, I won't do anything to you... yet." He said, the gun still handy if needed. "You don't give off the 'gay' vibe, so this should be pretty easy for you." He pointed to the clock. "We can keep track of time... to start off, I want a chance to explore your body some... and prove whether you want this or not, your body does." He said as one hand slid down over Chason's length. "So here's how it works. I have three minutes to get you aroused, hard to be more clear." He said with a sickening smile. "If I can't do it, you'll be allowed to put your clothes back on, I'll leave you be for the night, and that'll be $500 towards the debt paid." His grip tightened slightly, "However, if I win... we move on to round two. Got it?"
 
      • He wanted to squirm and punch the guy square in the face like he had warned him that he would do, but he couldn't move as if his joints were frozen in place. " And I suppose you do ? " he wittily grinned, " It's likely of you rats to be so immoral as to like the same gender. " Chason wasn't a homophobic person, but he sure did hate being felt up by a member of his own sex. As he listened in on the other's offer, he nearly blushed, then lifted his gaze towards the slowly ticking clock. Three minutes. He could think of dead puppies and gutted fish to keep himself distracted. " Take however long you want. " he murmured, indirectly responding with a 'yes' in his own rude style. He flinched as the man touched his sensitive groin, but managed to keep himself unfazed still, staying rigid to the point where he felt as if he could stay immobilized this way. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
"Fine then, we'll make it five minutes... since you're so confident." he said as he slid Chason's pants down, moving to his knees as he rubbed his new toy's length, taking it in his hand. He hoped his hands would be enough, he even used a bit of saliva as lube, his other hand sliding under to rub his sac. "It feels good doesn't it."
 
      • Five minutes ? He was being sarcastic when he said that ! Even though he was straight, he couldn't control what his hormones wanted to do. Biting down harshly on his tongue, he tipped his chin up, forcing himself to think of something else but the man going down on his knees in front of him. When thirty seconds ticked by, he was panting, his eyelids squeezing tightly to block out everything that was tainting his innocent thoughts. " N-No ... " he choked, blushing madly as he half-opened his eyes to find in utter astonishment that he had indeed grown very hard just by the other's simple strokes. He now had a bad feeling about this ... he'd end up losing every single one of this man's perverted games, huh ? " A-Ahhhh ... " he quietly moaned, tightening his fists to calm himself, " ... F-Fuck ... " [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
"Five minutes..." He laughed, "That didn't come anywhere close to that. I win round one, which means we move on to round two." He said as he stood, his own pants tented with his erection. "We'll go with the same amount of time. You're going to show my how good you are with that mouth of yours, when it's not running on. Go on, on your knees. If you can get me off before five minutes are up, you win, if not, I win, and we go to round three." He said with a sly grin.
 
      • He didn't mean to fall so powerlessly in such a short amount of time. He was expecting more of a fight out of himself, but his body didn't want to play stubborn for too long. Maybe he couldn't do anything about the first round, but if he folded his pride and kept it somewhere else for a little while and aroused the other man, he could actually win round two. After all, five minutes was a long time, he noticed. But ... touching another man so sexually like that ... he couldn't do it. " No, " he murmured flatly, glancing down at his completely naked body. His clothes were scattered about everywhere. " I don't get on my knees for anyone, let alone for the likes of you. " he snapped, his will still unbroken. [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
He pulled the gun with a sigh, pressing the tip to Chason's forehead. "I said, on your knees. You're the one that agreed to ply, you can't back out now. Besides, you've actually got a chance here, I'm already hard." He coaxed, "And five minuets is a long time."
 
      • As the gun was pointed at his forehead, he stifled a short snarl, his lower lip trembling. He didn't agree to a nasty game like this- ... then again, it was his fault for believing this twisted man. Swallowing a huge lump in his throat that threatened to spill in the form of tears, he slowly crawled onto his knees, then used his shivering hands to unzip the other man's pants. " You're ... fucking sick, " he wobbly exhaled, situating his entirely naked body to roost in front of Jin's form. When he toyed with the man's waistband a bit and revealed his erect member to him, he stroked it with one innocent hand, biting the inside of his lower lip as he did so. But he played the game, leaning his head forward to use his tongue in arousing the other man's shaft to the best of his ability. He stuck his ass in the air, hummed against his dick to send vibrations along it, and eventually slid it between his lips, imagining himself to be somewhere else. God, this was humiliating ... [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
Jin grinned wickedly, not bothering to answer. He was getting what he wanted, and that was all that mattered. He leaned back against the wall, trying hard to hold back. he let out a low moan, unable to resist. "Fuck... you're good at this..." he said as he glanced at the clock. There was no way he'd win this round. Not even a minute in, and he was already getting close.
 
      • He didn't want to be complimented. He just wanted to win. Exhaling slowly, he tightened his hold on the other's member and pumped it with much more ambition now, looking as if he was completely determined to win his freedom faster. He decided not to respond to the other's praise, just wagging his lower body in mock anticipation. He withdrew the other's slick member from his mouth with a low pop, hungrily moving back in to tease the side of the length with his 'skilled' tongue. Then, he devoured it again, bobbing his head to please him to the best of his ability. When he tried too hard, it ended up hitting the back of his throat once or twice, causing his gag reflex to activate. He choked on his breath quite a few times, but managed to keep himself consistent with his suckling and teasing. Just a few more minutes ... [/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]
 
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