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Shuyja Kameki was just another lowlife living the highlife in the Yareli Night. He had a small operation under the Yakuza banner, and in turn worked a turf - generous in size - for the Yakeda family. Sometimes it did feel like he was his own boss, since all he had to do was move product fast enough, and keep his territory clean from encroaching families. The Triad conglomerate Xuy stayed away from Yakuza lately, because of the war that had raged the street against criminals and the national army itself. In the end, the bad element had won, lead buy the largest crime entity in Yareli, a family called Kageyama, lead by Yuji Honu, but mostly shepherded by his right hand man, Keijin Lenaka. While not the sole proprietors of elicit wares and favors in the night, the Yakuza were the most prominent because of this, if they hadn't been before.

So all Shuyja had to do was stay in line, which was a pretty good place for him, and make sure his underlings listened when he spoke. In Yareli, affectionately known was New City, your reputation was everything. And in the underworld, the worse it got, the better your pull. Shuyja had been put in charge after a very short stint as a legman exactly because he was ruthless. His youth kept him somewhat healthy despite the dreadful life he lead. Shadows under his eyes complimented the menacing bones in his face. Taller than most that had to listen to him, even if he wasn't the oldest. He got his suits made at a tailor who paid less protection money. Today it was just black with a green, sheer shirt underneath to show off his tattoos. He was Yakuza, he wasn't expected to play by any sartorial rules, other than to look a little serious when his bosses came around.

It was one of these matters now, almost. A reputation thing. Not just his own, but about someone else, someone new. This motherfucker had been slacking on bringing in some deals. They had to hire a lot of shit people to move product, and some of them - you fucking guessed it - tried to run with the wares of even use it all up themselves. There was a set way to deal with them, a latter that started with intimidation and ended in the river that split New City. Or worse. You'd become an example by one of the hired guys that did big bloody scenes. The guy Shuyja had to deal with today was nothing special. He was just honestly a real fuckup by the looks of it. He'd been doing leg man shit and stumbled, and then even failed to hit deadlines for supplies. On more than one occasion he'd been approached about it, and he still had the wares on it - so he didn't use, steal or sell. He just couldn't do what he was told fast enough.

So Shuyja had to think he was just daft. No ill will. No real lack of loyalty. But being really unskilled could be a real problem. It might have been easier if he'd been skimming off the top. Then Shuyja would just donate a bullet to his forehead and rid himself of the headache. Ah, it was time to educate this little shit, he supposed, and then get ready for the rest of the night. He was going to partake in some recreation, which always meant beating his liver up while being balls deep in something pretty. Perks of the job. Yeah, that's what he was going to reward himself with when he was done with this hazing. Who knew, if the guy talked back, maybe there'd be use for a bullet after all? Shuyja had the small colt on the table in front of him. His warehouse office was stocked with a couple of crates of weapons, to make a stand if someone wanted to walk into this officially abandoned factory on the outskirts of Yareli proper, because they wanted to expand. Green and white lights in here, and two large men lounging on couches that didn't match anything. On what used to be the factory floor there'd be a few deals going on, and some storage for the bigger moves that he didn't have much to do with.

He reclined and pulled up a cigarillo and lit it, sucked and puffed until he thought it was pleasantly glowing from the other end. He sighed and crossed lacquered shoes on the table beside the gun. "Alright, fuck then, bring the shit in so we can get this over with." he said and waved the burning roll at one of the men on one of the couches. Danny. He was heavy but he moved quick. He was a good soldier when you needed him. They ordered his steroids special off the Ruskies. Danny sure as shit could handle bringing the fuckup here, since they'd told him to show up around now, and wait on the factory floor.

 

[Morrowindfan]

Akira knew that he had fucked up. Multiple times in fact. He just couldn't help it, he wasn't cut out for this job. He found himself questioning his life choices as he leaned against the wall in the factory floor and waited his eyes anxiously darting around. He was told that his boss, Shuyja Kameki personally wanted to see him. Shuyja fucking Kameki. He knew he was done for. In the short time that he had worked in yakuza he had other coworkers called in like this. After such events he hasn't seen nor heard of these people. light wind from a crack in the wall rustled his hair, he wished that the cold wind would fly him away. He thought of running away but he knew that he had no means of running away from the fucking yakuza. After what feels like an eternity a tall man with big arms came out of the door. Akira looked up to him, his face was unreadable as if it was made of stone. "Come" He ordered as he grabbed Akira's arm without waiting for his response.

The man dragged Akira through the dimly lit hallways. Akira sumbled occasionally as he failed to keep up with his pace. His heart was poindung intensely, he didn't wanna die yet. Their pace slowed down as they eventually stopped in front of a relatively fancy door. Akira gulped as the man dragged him inside and left leaving Akira alone with the the Shuyja smoking his cigarillo and his legs crossed on the table. He just stood there his eyes wide like a deer about to be hit by a car. He would tremble if he wasn't paralyzed from the fear as he took his surroundings in. "Hello" he muttered under his breath.

 

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Danny brought the guest in. It looked like a fucking joke. Sure, Danny's shoulders constituted the same mass as that of maybe two other grown men, so he could make most people look small. But this little excuse for a person beside him was minuscule. As the big enforcer walked the little male in, Shuyja laughed, and there were gray clouds coiling around his head like the mist around a mountain top.

Even when Danny left the little thing alone, he looked small. Shuyja put his soles back on the floor and leaned forward, elbows on the table, the saliva-touched end of the cigg resting on his brow as the ball of the palm of the same hand supported his chin. This meant his other hand was petting the gun with two fingers. It'd look lewd to the twink. He even had a girly haircut. He had Shuyja's attention. Sometimes that was a very bad thing. But at least it wasn't instantly lethal.

He let the greeting from the smaller male hang in the air for a while.

"You're not a very good runner, are you?" he asked eventually, a runner of drugs, that is. Takeda, Danny's fellow enforcer, had left the other couch as well. "I think you're actually costing us money." he pointed out. "Why the fuck should I keep you around, eh?" he stood up suddenly, but remained on his side of the table. He brought the cigg with him but not the gun, though it wasn't far away as he took another lung-pull from the smoke. "What are you going to be good for?" Though Shyuja had probably already made up his mind about the uses for this little thing.

Akira would see that his boss was rather tall, and the suit accentuated his shoulders, even if he wasn't particularly large, consisting mostly of long limbs. That didn't change the deathly look on his face. He was still waiting for an answer.

 

[Morrowindfan]

Akira felt like an ant under Shuyja's piercing gaze. After what feels like an eternity to Akira, Shuyja spoke reminding him of the reason that he is here for. He knew that he wasn't meeting quotas and constantly fucking up but having to face it like this made him wanna crawl into a hole in the floor and never come back again. He averted his brown eyes from Shuyja when he asked him what he was even good for because he didn't know the answer to that question. In fact he wouldn't even have mixed in with the yakuza if it wasn't his last resort to make the ends meet. Now having fucked up that too he felt like a failure in every sense of the word. Akira gulped as he tried to think of an answer he didn't wanna anger the man in the suit standing in front of him further.

Akira took a deep breath and forced himself to look into Shuyja's eyes, it was the least he could do to show respect which would increase his chanches of survival.
He opened his mouth but words didn't come to him. "Sir..." "I..." He tried to recompose himself but his stomach felt more upset every second that he failed to respond. He spoke his voice trembling "Look, I fucked up. I will make it up to you, I promise. Please I... I just don't wanna die. I will be better please..." He found himself in the verge of tears which he held in, he couldn't afford to show anymore weakness to the man that's Shuyja especially after botching his apology so bad. He repeated the question in his mind: What was he even good for? Maybe it would be better for everyone if Shuyja just put a bullet in his brain.

Akira looked down at the floor humiliated and not able bring himself to meet Shuyja's gaze anymore.

 

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The unfolding, or rather, the unlacing of the creature on his make-shift office floor was spectacular. This wasn't the downfall of a male who'd messed up a few deliveries and failed to bring in the money of the product on him - usually they were quiet, sometimes their ego had them seething in silence, or they wore a boyish kind of beaten cadence - no, this was the kind of scene Shuyja was used to seeing from girls, who didn't have the testosterone of pushing anything back at him. Even the way Akira stood conjured some kind of image of a brittle boned girl, hoping not to get crushed. And while this little thing wasn't trying to put forth other worthwhile attributes, it was obvious he had them, if only by lacking some others. The cigarillo died a bit more, depositing its vapor soul through Shuyja's lips as he let another deadly silence follow the stuttering display of the now heavily indebted person in front of him.

"Come closer." he said and noted what the uncomfortable guest was wearing. But as soon as he'd taken one step Shuyja flicked ashes his way. "Stop. Now turn around." he put very little suggestion in his voice that the waif-like thing had any choice other than to obey. If he didn't Shuyja would alter his course of action appropriately. "Get naked." It was a phrase he said more than most, to more than most. The tall monster waiting for obedience on the other side of the table was scrutinizing the little bones and shivering spirit of the morsel that had come up the stairs and into the room, itself.

It should be clear, but they rarely understood right away what that order meant. I meant they were his now, and he needed to check their quality. He didn't hate that the guy was scared shitless but still standing there. Petite things like him could fetch a good price, but that'd be later down the road. For now he was a plaything, since he obviously couldn't pay off what he owed. It was standard, but Shuyja was pretty excited about standard tonight. "And then put your socks and shoes back on. Let me see what you're packing." Sometimes these small guy had large equipment.

 

[Morrowindfan]

Akira's heart skipped a beat when Shuyja finally broke the silence between them. It was a command. His eyes widened in surprise as he was expecting to be shot for his incompetence at that point. A shiver ran down his spine because he had no idea what his boss had in mind. He took a step forward only for Shuyja to follow it up with a series of commands. Akira's till now frozen limbs moved on their own doing whatever Shuyja was telling him to do. It didn't matter if he wanted to obey these commands or not, the fear that the predator of a man that's Shuyja would change his mind about not killing him controlled him and attached to his arms like strings. He gulped as he started to get naked. Was it even worth it? Appearently it was because his lightly trembling hands kept stripping him. He first took his shirt off and then his jeans off. He never realized how cold the room was before he took his clothes off. He knew that the shiver that ran down his pine wasn't because of cold though. He felt vulnerable and exposed. At last he took his underwear off and put it in the pile of clothes before he got back in his shoes. He stood up feeling Shuyja's invading all over his petite body.

He gulped as he turned around to reveal his front side to Shuyja. His face was bright red and he was barely keeping it together. His legs felt wobbly and his stomach was a knot and his gaze showed a mix of fear and shame, mostly shame. He waited for his boss to react as he barely kept standing on his wobbly legs. He felt a faint sense of gratitude wash over him too, despite the things he was being forced to do: He felt grateful to be allowed to be still alive and standing.

 

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It was a rush akin to many of the ones they sold at the tail end of any chemical; knowing you had this person's life in your hands. Even if Shuyja wasn't holding the gun, the other man trembled as though he was looking down the barrel. Suppose it wasn't that far off. While not overly complicated to take a life, the clean-up was a bother, and would slow down the evening he was going to have. He recognized the automatic response from the frail body as it exposed itself to him. Shuyja took another drag of the roll between his fingers as he waited for his present to unwrap itself. Obedience was a virtue when you had none of the others required from you as a runner. Like some unsteady, rickety collection of sticks, somehow the useless meat and bones managed to get nude for his spoken whim. It wasn't like it would make Akira look stronger, or feel more secure. Shuyja enjoyed making him do things he didn't want. A lot of burlier men had been through the same treatment, though their offenses were graver, their humiliation more to the point. Akira's gauntlet was more about however Shuyja may find use of him. He didn't hate what he saw. It was a certain kind of hunting trophy, to get a hold of a twink like this.

He snickered as the shoes came back on, after getting a nice view of the guy's ass from bending down. Now that was a place that'd get its use before Shuyja was done with him. And when he turned around, the boss was very curious to see what there'd be. It would determine more of Akira's value in his new role. "You're not being assessed a man anymore. This is how I look over the girls for the brothels." he said and finally started walking around the desk. "Do you understand? You can't use your body to move wares, then your body will be the wares." he said and leaned back on the edge on the front side of the desk, leaving nothing between himself and the little indebted piece of meat. Fully dressed and towering, Shuyja was the empowered opposite of the exposed, frail visitor. "Do you suck dick?" he asked and ashed on the floor to the side, dark eyes washing over Akira's entire being casually.

 

[Morrowindfan]

The knot in Akira's stomach tightened, when the predatory gaze of his boss finally stopped exploring his body and he finally spoke. "you're not being assessed as a man anymore" he said. "this is how I look over the girls for the brothels" he said. Oh God. So this was what Shuyja had in mind for him? To make him into a whore? He watched helplessly as Shuyja walked around the desk. Akira hadn't realized until now how much safer the distance and the table in between them made him feel previously, He somehow felt even more vulnerable now. His heart skipped a beat when Shuyja's firm voice shook him like an earthquake once more "Do you understand?" the words echoed in his head. He very much did understand and he wanted out. He didn't wanna give up his freedom to become 'wares' as Shuyja so casually put it. A sense of defeat washed over him as he knew that there was no way out. So he found himself nodding, clarifying that he indeed did understand. Once again he found himself powerless to do anything to save himself, The presence of the tall imposing man that stood before him alone locked him firmly to his place, naked, cold, insignificant.

Akira felt small and vulnerable as he looked up to the man standing mere centimeters ahead of him, leaning casually on the desk. It was obivious that he was very much aware of the control that he had over Akira. His voice invaded Akira's ears once again asking wether he sucked dick or not. Akira frowned and his cheeks reddened. He restored his composure before answering. "I have never done it before, Sir" he uttered in a light voice, void of any contempt. Akira felt dissapointed in himself that he couldn't get angry at the guy who seemingly is about to make him suck his dick. He had every right to be angry and he wanted to push back. It just wasn't in him to react or feel this way. Being pushed around like this actually felt very natural to him, which is the way that he had lived his life up until now.

 

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While it terrified the smaller male, it did seem as though he wasn't suffering from any denial, at least. That was good. Some tried to put themselves in other places simply to escape. There were many ways to bring them back to the current situation, but Shuyja did prefer when someone had a talent for seeing things as they were. That kind of inclination might have been good for Akira in the streets, but it seemed the small talent didn't mingle well with the rest of Akira's shortcomings. Having such a pretty thing nod, naked, when spoken to made Shuyja happy. His blood moved a bit faster. Ah, maybe the party could start right here? Maybe work would be pleasure, once again. He enjoyed the obvious horror the unprotected twink had, simply being watched. He wasn't wrong. Shuyja had seen things go very poorly for people in the exact same situation. Though, Shuyja was usually the dreadful thing that happened to them, so he wasn't about to plead their cause. Looking down underlined their difference in build. He had already assessed the value of just Akira's body on the market. The brothels could use something like this, but the real money always came from other talents. Suppose if Akira lacked though, he may be able to learn.

"Ah." Shuyja gave, a slightly pitched admission to the answer he pulled out of Akira. Those weren't bad manners at all. "What's your sexual history then? I gotta know since you're going to be someone who works for me now. How many have you fucked?" He reached out and cupped Akria's shoulder to turn him a bit as he continued to weigh his value. He even shook the smaller male a bit by the grip. The small motion might move Akira's cock, too. "Spread your legs a bit." he was going to asses how sellable that prick was. There was very little testosterone in this feminine body, so there was a very little chance he'd have a monster between his legs, but Shuyja would enjoy seeing it and knowing he owned it, either way. "Do you take it in the ass?" he continued, as though Akira's fate of being a collection of holes to be fucked for money was all but cemented.