Yakuza's Pet [Lustfulsins | WinterGhost]

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"What were you thinking?!" Tooru paced back and forth. He had no idea how long it had been since they were brought to this room. There were no windows and their cell phones had been confiscated back at Tooru's apartment. Letting out a frustrated sigh the college student finally turned to face his nephew. Sora was huddled in the back corner, knees pulled up to his chest, and refusing to look at his uncle. Tooru's heart broke at the sight. Slowly making his way towards the teen he sat down beside him. "I promised your mom I would look after you while she was away, you know that right?"

"I'm sorry." The words were mumbled against Sora's legs and Tooru almost didn't catch them. "It's fine." He reassured. "Thankfully you didn't loose anything you took so you should just be able to give it back and everything should be okay. No harm no fowl right?" Tooru plastered a reassuring smile on his face and he could see his nephew starting to relax. On the inside however, the brunette wasn't so sure they would be able to get out of this situation so easily. Sora had been impulsive and down right stupid to steal illegal drugs from the yakuza. What was he going to do with it anyway? Sell it? Sora didn't know the first thing about how to sell drugs.

When Sora had been dropped off at his apartment earlier that evening Tooru had known something was up. The young teenager had been giddy, but also jumpy and it had set alarm bells off in his head. Still, not wanting to come as a nosy uncle, he had given Sora space. Then the Yakuza had shown up at his door. He didn't remember much. He remember them demanding Sora and him trying to prevent them from getting to his nephew, and then everything went black. Next thing he knew he was waking up in this room with a petrified Sora huddled in the corner.

The sound of the door opening broke Tooru from his thoughts...
 
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Shiro is pissed. That anyone dared try to steal from him is one thing. But the fact that it was a teenager, and he got away? The men Shiro had posted at the warehouse were now in the hospital. Thankfully, the kid had dropped a paper with his name on it. Something from his school, an assignment maybe. It doesn't matter, because a name was all that was needed to track the kid down. Shiro sent men to collect the boy. Turns out there was resistance, and now the boy's guardian is here too. Here being a small office building running discreetly as a paper supply store.

Shiro takes a deep breath to compose his anger, then steps into the office the two young men are held in. His eyes land first on the curled up, shaking boy. Then on his guardian. He's cute. Shiro tucks his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "You two are in a lot of trouble. Give back what you stole, immediately, and punishment will be less severe." Shiro's voice is deep, rumbling.
 
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Tooru stared at the dark haired man that entered the room before getting gracefully to his feet. He appeared to be a few years older then Tooru, late twenties or early thirties, Tooru could maybe work with this. Plastering a smile he didn't feel onto his face, Tooru began to make his way towards Shiro, and blocking the other mans view of his nephew.

"Hey, he's just a kid. Kids do stupid things. I'm sure if we just explain the situation to your boss he can let it go this time, right? I mean if you guys get your product back then theres no issue right? I'm pretty sure this whole fiasco was enough to scare him into never doing it again, and I'll make sure of it, so what do say?" He gave the Yakuza his most flirty smile. "Talk to your boss so we can put this whole thing behind us?"
 
Shiro's gaze turns to the older of the other two, running up and down his frame. Definitely cute, even with the obviously fake smile. Though, that's the smile of someone who knows just how much trouble they're in. Shiro purses his lips, tilting his head. His dark hair falls to the side, revealing the eyepatch that hides his right eye.

"The kid stole from a powerful group, there's no brushing that aside. And I have yet to see what he stole." Shiro raises his left eyebrow, leaning slightly to peer around the younger man. "From what I can see, it doesn't look like he's got anything on him. Did he tell you what he stole? Five pounds of a new drug that's not even on the black market yet. Worth fifty thousand dollars."
 
Tooru's eyes widened at the price. 'Fifty thousand?! For five pounds?!' This was going to call for more drastic measures. Turning his smile up a notch, the one he used at bars when he wanted to get a free drink, Tooru approached Shiro. Resting his hand causally on the mafia members arm. "I'm not saying that my nephew is the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he's only fourteen, and he made a stupid decision. He's already told me that he still has everything he stole, so if he gets it all back to you it's like it never happened right?"

He moved the hand he had placed on Shiro's arm up to his shoulder. Internally marveling at the muscle he felt underneath the shirt he wore. "All I'm asking is you get your boss to think about it, okay?" The sound of a cell phone ringing pulled Tooru's attention to Shiro's breast pocket. "Your boss right?"
 
Shiro isn't dumb. He can see the younger man is trying to flirt his way to freedom. He doesn't move as a hand is placed on his arm, traveling upward. He doesn't even blink, but it's clear he's listening. When his cell rings, and the young man asks if it's Shiro's boss, Shiro just smirks.

He moves away, answering with just a 'yeah'. The conversation is brief, and gives the other two no hint to what might happen. Shiro doesn't give much hint either, after he hangs up. He just turns to the older of the two, still smirking. "Someone will come get the both of you in twenty minutes." With that, he leaves, locking the door behind him.
 
As soon as the door shuts behind Shiro, Tooru lets out a huge sigh of relief. He'll admit that it had been a bit nerve racking to try and reason with the older man. It was kinda too bad he was yakuza though, the man was attractive in a rugged and intimidating kinda way. Shaking his head the college student walked back over to his nephew. "I guess now we wait."

It felt like an eternity before someone finally arrived to collect the two of them. With no way to tell time, Tooru had to trust that it really had only been twenty minutes and not hours since the yakuza member left. Two guards opened the door and ushered them out, one walking in front of them and one in back as they led them down a hallway and to a large conference room.

Their were several people already sitting at a large table that had been placed in the center of the room, but what surprised Tooru the most was that the man from earlier was sitting at the head of the table, which meant that...

Only one word went through Tooru's head at that moment. 'Shit!'
 
Shiro folds his arms on the table, pale hazel left eye scrutinizing the young man and the kid. He lets them stand there in silence for a minute, earning a couple quiet chuckles from the other men in the room. When he speaks, he folds his fingers together. "Tell me where the drugs are stashed. Don't make me work for the information, you won't enjoy it." Shiro is looking directly at the kid.

As soon as the kid gives up the address, Shiro pulls out his cell and makes a quick call. He relays the location, then hangs up. "While we wait to see if the drugs are found, why don't you tell me the reasoning behind your theft?" Shiro turns his gaze to the older of the two. "You be quiet. I want to hear it from the kid."
 
Wide hazel eyes look between the man at the head of the table and his uncle. Sora opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. The boys mouth feels dry and he's shaking, only being able to keep standing through fear. "I-I...I-I-" The boy stammers, trying to force words out of his mouth to explain himself.

Taking pity on his nephew Tooru looks at the yakuza leader, disregarding his order not to speak. "One of his friends dared him to. The four of them came across the spot where you were hiding it. They thought that they would seem cool if they took some merchandize from the yakuza." Sora had told him the story of what happened while they were waiting for someone to collect them from the room.
 
Shiro's expression doesn't change, but he does snap his fingers. "Gag him." One of the guards behind Tooru pulls a wide leather strip from around his forearm, wrapping it around Tooru's mouth and tying it tight. Then his arms are pulled behind his back, and he's pulled to the side of the room.

Shiro stands up, setting his hands flat on the table. His eyes move from the now gagged man to the kid. "Let's try this again. Why steal from me." Shiro's voice is calm, but has become deeper, threatening.
 
Tooru's head whipped around at Shiro's order and saw one of the men who led them here stepping toward him with a strip of leather. The brunette tried to get away, but the man was faster. Easily able to slip the strip in between his teeth and effectively gagging him. Tooru glared up at Shiro, yelling profanities at the man as he was manhandled to the side of the room.

"Tooru-nii!" Sora shouted after his uncle as he watched his uncle be pulled away from him with panic filled eyes. The teen quickly turned to Shiro. "It was Haku's idea! He said no big time yakuza would leave stuff like that unguarded and that it had to belong to some unknown street gang. He thought we could become cool if we took some of it and showed it off after school and boasted about how we took it from some street gang." He yelled at Shiro, his words coming out in a rush. "We didn't know it belonged to yakuza. If we did we wouldn't have taken it!"
 
Shiro folds his arms over his chest, tilting his head. He's completely ignoring the gagged man at this point. "That package wasn't unguarded. There are men in that warehouse twenty-four seven. Which means either you snuck in and I need to have a word with my men," Shiro pauses and glances at the two guards, who just shrug. "Or your friend set you up to fail. A school paper was found with your name on it, Sora." The name is spoken slowly.

Shiro's cell rings, and he answers quickly. His jaw clenches as he listens, and responds only with a hum of acknowledgement before hanging up. "Well, gentlemen. Half my product is missing. Half my drugs are somewhere out in the city. And now I need to clean up the mess you made. You owe me twenty-fuve thousand dollars, and somehow, I just don't think you have that kind of money." Shiro walks around tye table as he talks, until he's standing in front of the shaking Sora. He Half sits on the end of the table. Behind him, the several men that head up the different branches of his group across the city are murmuring, already trying to figure out how to locate and retrieve the missing two and a half pounds of drugs. Shiro folds his arms over his chest. "So, here's what's going to happen. You're going to work for me until all that money is paid off. If you're lucky, you might work enough to pay it off in, say, three years. If you don't work hard enough, I'll take it out of your life."
 
"I'll do it!"

While Shiro had his attention on Sora, Tooru had kicked the knees of the person holding him forcing him to let go of tooru's arms long enough for the brunette to get the leather gag out of his mouth. Just in time for Shiro order his nephew to work for him. There was no way in hell he was going to let Sora work for the yakuza. He was just a kid, a kid he was responsible for. Before the guard could get ahold of him he ran towards his nephew and put himself between Sora and the leader of the Yakuza. "Let Sora go, and I will pay you back for the drugs that are missing."

Sora looked at his uncle in horror. "Tooru-nii you can't-"

Tooru cut him off. "Be quiet Sora!" He looked at Shiro. "What do you say?"
 
Shiro doesn't react as Sora's apparent guardian gets free, running to stand in front of the kid. He tilts his head, seemjng to think about it. A cute guy like him, working for Shiro. Thoughts of other things immediately come to mind, but it doesn't show on his face. Shiro stands, approaching the boy. Their height difference is obvious.

"Alright, I accept. You will work for me in the kid's place." Shiro reaches out and settles his hand loosely around the boy's throat. Then he smirks, lowering his hand. "My men will take the kid back to your apartment. But not you. You stay with me. I take it his parents are out of town. No way is he your kid, you're too young for that. I'll have someone look after him until his parents return."
 
Tooru felt a shiver run down his spine as Shiro wrapped his hand around his throat. The grip was loose, but Tooru held no illusions as to what it was capable of if it's owner wished him harm. Tooru watched as his nephew was herded out of the room, watching as he first tried to struggle against the men taking him away from his uncle, but a few strong words from Tooru had the teen giving up and allowing himself to be taken away.

Once he was sure his nephew was gone he turned to Shiro. "So what will I be doing? Selling product?"
 
Shiro smirks, snapping his fingers for attention, then waving his hand for the other men to get out. One of them laughs, knowing what Shiro is like. They all file out, the last one closing the door behind him. "No, you won't be selling product. I have something better in mind for you."

Shiro walks around behind the boy, trailing his fingers against his hip. Once behind him, his hands land lightly on the boy's hips. He dips his head, smelling the boy's hair, nose brushing his neck. "What's your name?" Shiro's hands tighten, fingers digging into the boy's hips are warning against lying.
 
Tooru watched as all the other members of the Yakuza exit the room, leaving him and their boss as the only ones in the room. With a bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach as he feels Shiro go behind him.

Tooru goes rigid when he feels Shiro grip his hips and smell his hair. Mouth feeling dry Tooru swallows nervously. "Taketora. Taketora Tooru."
 
Shiro chuckles at Tooru's stiff posture. The boy is trying to be brave, clearly, but no doubt he's terrified. Shiro's hands relax on Tooru's hips, but his thumbs rub small circles. "Tooru. Such a cute name. You're going to pay me back with your body. Every time I fuck you, I'll take a thousand dollars off your debt."

Shiro's left hand slides up Tooru's side, under his shirt. His nose is brushing the back of the boy's jaw, inhaling his scent. When his left hand reaches his chest, Shiro rubs his thumb over Tooru's nipple. "Oh yes, my name is Shiro. But you will address me as Sir when I'm not fucking you."
 
"What, Not master?" Tooru asked sarcastically. Shiro's hand was rough and cold as it made it's way up Toorus bare skin. He could feel his body trembling under the touch, though from fear or the cold he couldn't say.

He should have guessed something like this would happen when he made his offer, but he still felt surprised when Shiro told him he would be paying back the drugs with his body. "Better make it quick, I have classes tomorrow." He quipped.
 
Shiro is not impressed with the sarcasm, pinching Tooru's nipple in response. His right fingers dig into the boy's hip again. Then the smart remark about being quick makes Shiro laugh. "We shall see if you can even walk tomorrow."

Shiro bites and tugs on Tooru's ear, then licks the sting away. His mouth moves back down to the boy's neck, nibbling and licking the skin there. His left fingers toy with the nipple held between them. Shiro's right hand moves down, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of Tooru's pants to stroke the skin of his abdomen.
 
Tooru yelps in pain when Shiro harshly pinches his nipple in response to his sass, though he can feel it pebbling as the yakuza boss continues to play with it. Goosebumps broke out across his skin as Shiro mouths and bites his neck. Tooru hated to admit it, but his neck was especially sensitive, the college student letting out a loud gasp and arching his back when Shiro's teeth found an especially sensitive spot.

Despite his best efforts to prevent it Toorus body began to respond to the stimulation of his chest and neck. His member growing harder even as he willed it to go down.
 
Shiro smirks against Tooru's neck when the boy gasps. He takes advantage of that, biting the spot again. This time, he holds on, sucking at the skin between his teeth to create a dark hickey. His right fingers dip lower, brushing the base of Tooru's cock.

Shiro presses against Tooru's backside, making him step closer to the conference table. His left hand moves, gripping Tooru's shirt and pulling it off over his head. His hand then flattens between the boy's shoulder blades, pushing him down until Tooru has to lean his elbowd and forearms on the table. Shiro's right hand finally wraps around the boy's cock inside his pants, stroking in what little space there is.
 
A strangled moan escapes Tooru's throat as Shrio bite his neck, his back arching in pleasured pain while Shiros right hand slip deeper into his pants, fingers brushing his hardening cock as he is forced to move closer to the table.

A shiver runs through the college students body when his bare torso is exposed to the chilled air of the conference room. Nipples pebbleling and goosebumps crawling down his arms, Tooru's upper body is forced down onto the conference table.

"W-wait!" He says in panic as Shiro's hand wraps around his cock and giving it small strokes. Tooru's head falls onto the table as Shiro strokes his member to life.
 
Shiro ignores Tooru's protests, fingers running along the boy's cock. His left hand slides down Tooru's back, tracing his spine, then hooking fingers into the back of his waistband. Shiro pulls, dragging the material down over Tooru's ass, until it's at midthigh. This also brings the pants down in the front, freeing Tooru's cock and allowing more space for Shiro to stroke him.

"That's it, just relax. You're mine now, until your debt is paid. You don't get to give orders." Shiro's thumb slides across Tooru's tip, pressing firmly for a brief moment. Then his fingers return to firm strokes. His left hand grasps the soft flesh of the boy's ass, kneading it in his fingers. "Such soft skin."
 
Tooru whimpered and could feel tears starting to build up in his eyes. His body trembling as Shiro dragged his pants and underwear down, exposing both his ass and his cock and Shiro was able to get a better grip on his member. Giving it firmer strokes as he brought to life. Tooru tried to force himself to relax, but he couldn't. His mind was both running a mile a minute and paralyzed in shock as the yakuza boss began to massage his ass. He couldn't think of anything else to say other then, "Please, don't hurt me."
 
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