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Chuuya strode into his private quarters, tossing his gloves expertly towards the shelf without looking at the naked man kneeling on his floor. "Dazai Osamu, twenty-two years old. You’ve done quite a job of covering your tracks with the very limited resources available to you as a slave but," he leans on his desk and slides apart a few papers, “you nonetheless have a history of using your status to broker information and, in most cases, sell out your owners.”“Aha,” Dazai says, looking sheepish instead of the alluring, tempting model slave he’d been only seconds before. “So you know me. That’s unfortunate.”Chuuya sighs. He doesn’t like being unkind to slaves, but in this case, he can’t afford to budge in case it lands him a knife in the back. He walks behind Dazai and presses a foot into his back to push him down until he’s kneeling with his chest to the floor. “Why, pray tell, are you here?” he asks.“You bought me,” Dazai points out.“You were readily available at the auction I hadn’t planned on going on until an invitation was passed on at a party. A party attended by your previous owner. You also seem to know exactly the behavior I expect from my slaves and had your talent for being spotless on full display for me when I looked over the slaves. Not to mention, all the other slaves were looking so peaked. Something bad in the water, maybe?”“Damn,” Dazai mutters. “You’re smarter than your reputation would have a person beli—”Chuuya crushes his foot into Dazai’s back. “Why are you here?”“You have a reputation for being kind as far as owners go,” Dazai grits out. “I should check my source on that too, since you’re grinding my spine to dust…”“Kind, or permissive?” Chuuya growls. “Because as I’m sure you know, I expect loyalty from all my men, including the ones I buy. Full, unquestioning loyalty.”“I can be loyal,” Dazai insists, breath labored from the pressure Chuuya is putting on him.Chuuya removes his foot, instead reaching for one of the cabinets along the wall. “I’m sure you can pretend to be quite well, yes.”“Shall I kiss your feet and promise to never, ever think a single word against you?” Dazai drawls as he sits back up. “I’m not here to find out your secrets. I’m just here because I’m tired of dull, cruel owners and it’s such a hassle to keep attempting suicide when you’re a slave and you’re always chained up.”Chuuya pulls the silk rope out of his cabinet, letting it drop beside Dazai. Dazai eyes it nervously, then watches Chuuya move as he gets out the spreader bar and the machine as well.“Um,” Dazai says, face carefully blank as his eyes follow the tools Chuuya is gathering. “I’d like to mention I really, really don’t like pain.”“I don’t torture slaves, not even the traitors,” Chuuya says, not looking at him. “A slave’s priorities are by default different from my own. I can’t expect loyalty from someone I bought for my own pleasure if I don’t grant them some kind of
guarantee that I don’t give my men who join me willingly.” He hooks the ropes over the hook on the ceiling that is there precisely for these purposes. “But I’m not a merciful man when it comes to loyalty and obedience. I can’t afford to be, in my line of work.”He lifts Dazai onto his desk and starts looping the rope around his arms, careful to spread the weight so it’s not painful. “So,” he continues, “I will not hurt you. But I will grind your will down until I’m convinced you’re not plotting anymore. And then, if I’m satisfied with your responses, I’ll keep you, and I will make you feel very, very good.”“And if you’re not?” Dazai whispers, breathless as Chuuya creates a harness around his chest.“Then it’s back to the auction,” Chuuya says. “And you can betray a different owner.”He folds Dazai’s knees up to his chest and ties them to, lifting him and letting him swing, feet well off the ground and entirely immobilized. “Any pain?” Chuuya asks.A slight amount of terror seems to be cracking through Dazai’s mask, but he shakes his head, and Chuuya doesn’t intend to give him any leverage in this, either.He kneels under Dazai, pulling the machine close as he sizes up the plug inside Dazai. All slaves are officially “prepared” before a sale, but Chuuya doesn’t generally trust that they’ve been given enough consideration. After all, some people like to fuck their slaves bloody in their limousines on the way home from an auction, and too much lube doesn’t make that very possible. Chuuya eases the plug out, feeling Dazai’s hole. Dazai’s body doesn’t respond as well as most of the slaves Chuuya gets, but he gasps like he’s among the most sensitive.“I appreciate the show,” Chuuya says. “But it’s unnecessary. I’ll know when you’re screaming for real.”Dazai huffs above him. “Fine,” he mutters. “But I’ll have you know my noises are worth thousands of yen.”“I’m sure they are,” Chuuya says, slicking up his fingers to lube Dazai up better.Dazai hisses for real this time. “What are you doing?” he whines. “I’m already prepared.”“I like to have gratuitous amounts of lube,” Chuuya says. “At no point do I want you hurt because of carelessness.”Dazai grumbles. “It’s cold.”“You’re bratty, aren’t you?” Chuuya says, grinning. “I do like that in a slave. After all, it’s a good reason to put you over my knee.” He positions the fucking machine under Dazai and attaches a well sized dildo, though not nearly one of his biggest. “We’ll see how this goes, and maybe we’ll be able to have some fun, hm?”He tests the machine, relishing the way Dazai twitches when the dildo presses against his prostate. So he is sensitive, but only in specific areas.Chuuya really hopes he’s not a traitor. He’s a promising slave.“Are you just going to leave me here while that fucks me?” Dazai says, as Chuuya straightens up. He doesn’t sound one bit nervous, but his fingers curl slightly in their bonds.“Of course not,” Chuuya says. “If something goes wrong I want to be aware of it so I can get you safe immediately.” He rounds the desk, controller in hand. “I’ll be doing paperwork.”“And ignoring me?” Dazai whines.“Yes,” Chuuya says. “Don’t worry, you’ll be there for a while, I’ll have time for you once I’m finished.”Dazai blanches, but he doesn’t have much time to complain before Chuuya flicks the switch and turns the machine on, making the dildo piston into Dazai’s prostate. Chuuya watches the way his eyes go wide and his lips part slightly around a gasp. By the fourth thrust, he’s already showing the signs of going nearly cross-eyed with pleasure, and Chuuya smirks at him before sitting and drawing up his reports.Dazai’s brown eyes are so sharp, Chuuya can feel them boring into him even as he picks up a pen, making sure not to look. There’s a brief moment of silence before Dazai lets out a very convincing moan. He’s a better actor than most, but Chuuya gets plenty of slaves who have been taught to always show pleasure, and he’s very much accustomed to retraining them to show their real reactions. Dazai might be very convincing, but he’s nothing new.Chuuya keeps writing, listening to the perfect moans. “Nakahara-san…” Dazai croaks in a breathless purr. “Oh, Nakahara-san!”“Feel free to call me Chuuya,” Chuuya says, not looking up. “I like a sense of familiarity with the people I sleep with.”“Chuuya,” Dazai purrs. “Oh, Chuuya, it’s so much.”Chuuya flicks it up to a higher setting, and Dazai keeps up his moaning for a surprisingly long time. But eventually the noises trail off. Chuuya glances up at that, taking in the beautiful sight before him. Dazai’s toes curl where they’re folded up just beside his ass and his hands ball into fists above his head. He’s biting his lip and his eyes are squeezing closed as he tries to ride out the onslaught, flushed and helpless. His messy hair falls into his face, fluttering with Dazai’s labored breaths.He’s beautiful, and Chuuya wonders if maybe, should Dazai turn out to be a spy, he should keep him exactly like this - tied up, blindfolded and with noise-canceling headphones, only for show and with no way to gather information on Chuuya. It sounds as cruel as it does appealing, so Chuuya files it away to contemplate later, going back to his reports. He leans back into his chair so he can read in a leisurely manner, listening to the way Dazai’s harsh breathing finally gives way to a whimper that Chuuya can trust.From there, he finally gets the effect he was looking for. Dazai makes more and more noises, small keening and whimpering breaths building in the back of his throat. “Chuuya,” he gasps. “Chuu—”Chuuya glances up as Dazai’s mouth falls open, eyes unfocused and glassy with tears. He tilts his head and watches Dazai try to writhe in his bonds, going stiff and arching his back as he comes, breathing hitching and choking, trying to make noises but failing. His head drops as he goes limp, a strangled sob escaping when the machine continues to pound into his body. Chuuya watches him struggle for a moment before lowering the speed a few notches. Dazai relaxes, though he can’t relax too much, not with the dildo still undulating inside him, slow but unforgiving.Chuuya returns to his work. Dazai remains quiet, but Chuuya can hear the noises caught in the back of his throat. After he thinks Dazai has had enough time to catch his breath, he turns up the speed again. Dazai mewls, loud and clear, straining against the ropes and whining low and pathetic as he barrels toward coming untouched again. Chuuya takes another stack of papers and ruffles through them. He’s fairly certain he can get another three to four more orgasms out of Dazai before he finishes his work.He wonders if Dazai will scream.-X-Dazai doesn’t scream, but he looks like a wrung out towel by the time Chuuya finally shuts off the machine and gets him down. He’s entirely boneless, too fucked out to even lift his head. He collapses against Chuuya the moment the ropes are undone, and Chuuya holds in tightly. Dazai is skinny, even lighter than he looks. His ribs show just a little too much and he’s paler than he probably should be. It’s hard to notice, given the almost regal way he speaks and carries himself, but with him close like this, Chuuya can see the signs of abuse that might just corroborate Dazai’s story. Chuuya holds him close, getting a bottle of water and chocolate before he starts questioning again.Dazai twists away from the bottle at first, but Chuuya holds him firmly. “Drink,” he commands.Dazai whimpers, but he drinks. Chuuya lifts the chocolate to his lips next. He flinches again. “What is it?” he asks.“Chocolate.”“But what’s in it?”“Chocolate,” Chuuya says dryly.“Not drugged?”“No,” Chuuya says. “I don’t think I need to do any more to you, do I?”Dazai shakes his head vehemently, looking almost meek as he nibbles at the chocolate without further questions. Chuuya shifts a little so Dazai is cradled in his arms. “Your last owner had to sell you because he lost most of his assets in shockingly improbable turf wars and police raids. Over thirty of his men were shot. Now, I’m not going to shed any tears over him. I didn’t like him and now that he doesn’t have sway anymore there’s several drug cartels that are a lot more open to business. But I care about my men, and I’m not going to risk the same fate.” He takes Dazai’s chin in hand and holds it firmly so Dazai can’t look away. “So,” he says. “Tell me again. Why are you here?”Dazai wavers, but he breaks under Chuuya’s look. “I’m tired of being hurt,” he says, going toneless. “And having to trade secrets and constantly be on my toes to be… be not hurt. And I tried to kill myself first, but it just ended with me getting my stomach pumped and I was flogged so hard I couldn’t move my legs for hours afterwards every day for a month and I was too scared to try again. I was just going to give up when I heard you were fair and… the more I gathered information on you the more it actually turned out to be true, so I knew I needed to try because I just want to not… not be…”He finally breaks into tears, and Chuuya shushes him and wipes the tears away. He turns Dazai slightly so he can check the truth in that story. The scars along the backs of his thighs certainly reflect his words, mottled flesh stretching all the way down to the soft flesh behind his knees. “You’re not going to betray me?”Dazai shakes his head desperately. “I’ll even… I’ll even help, if you don’t mind. I know people hate a smart slave, but I can act dumb and still give you information on—”“You don’t have to act dumb,” Chuuya says. “I don’t care if you’re smarter than me, all I care about is loyalty.”Dazai nods.”I will, I will, I’ll be good.”“Don’t think that because I don’t mistreat my slaves I’m a good man,” Chuuya warns. “I own you, and I have expectations for you. But so long as you understand that, I’m willing to give you a very long leash. You’re allowed to say no and think and do as you please. Your only obligation is to be mine, and in exchange I’ll provide anything you need.”Dazai blinks at him, then sniffles and nods again.“Good,” Chuuya says, kissing him. “You’ll have to be retrained, of course, for what I like,” Dazai’s eyes focus on him suddenly, apprehensive, and Chuuya pets his hair, pulling him a little closer, “but it’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll likely use some form of punishment to make my lessons stick, but since you said you don’t like pain, I won’t use pain as punishment for you.”Dazai frowns. “But—”“Punishment should be uncomfortable, not frightening,” Chuuya says. “And in any case, I’ve found rewards work much better.”Dazai’s brow furrows, disbelieving, but he ducks his head and whispers, “Yes, master.”“Chuuya,” Chuuya corrects. “Don’t worry, we’ll discuss particulars tomorrow. For now, I want you to rest, and once you can comfortably walk again I’ll be in the next room with the outfit I want you to wear while I show you off so the men can see my latest purchase. Understood?”Dazai nods again. “Yes, Chuuya.”Chuuya kisses his forehead and lifts Dazai into his arms, sitting him on the cushion near the desk before he leaves the room.He sits on the couch and waits to see if Dazai will respond will to the small test of obedience Chuuya has given him. A small, non-intrusive show of dominance often eases slaves into the right mindset for a gentle, kind training period. Chuuya thinks he should recover in about an hour, possibly two given his history. After that, Chuuya will have to decide what punishment to give him. A spanking tends to be Chuuya’s go to, but with those scars he’d rather not try until he’s more familiar with Dazai’s boundaries. Possible forcing Dazai into a less than comfortable position and making him stay there.Dazai is in the room in a half an hour.Chuuya sighs. It seems Dazai will have the opposite problem.“I said once you can walk comfortably,” he scolds.Dazai straightens until his swaying and limping is invisible. “Please, Chuuya, I think I can manage walking,” he says, that smug mask back on like nothing ever happened.Aha, Chuuya thinks. Bratty and smug, but self destructive and determined, too. He’s a different breed from what Chuuya is used to. “Again, my orders were to wait until you could walk comfortably,” Chuuya says. “You’re unsteady and limping.”“I always limp,” Dazai argues.“What do you think is a fair punishment for this?” Chuuya says, ignoring him.Dazai blinks at him. “I did what you asked,” he says coldly. “You wanted me here when I could walk, I’m here.”“Alright, if you don’t have any input, then I’ll decide,” Chuuya sighs. “As punishment, I want you to sit in my lap and be silent as the grave until I tell you to speak or move. And if you don’t do that, I’ll help you rest by tying you down and until I’m satisfied that you’ve actually recovered. Your choice.”Dazai’s face remains carefully blank, and after a moment, he crawls into Chuuya’s lap and goes very still. Chuuya lays down on the couch, taking Dazai with him. “Good,” he says, placing a hand on Dazai’s hip gently so he can keep an eye on the faint tremors in his legs. “Good boy.”Dazai stays silent, but he’s fuming under that careful veneer.Oh, he’ll be fun to train.Chuuya pets his hair, waiting until Dazai relaxes and the tremors in his legs stop. “There we go,” he says, after a while. “Was that so hard?”“I don’t see why that was necessary,” Dazai mutters. “I did what you wanted.”Chuuya sighs. “You’re a brat,” he says. “But we’ll work on it later.” He grins, lifting Dazai and sitting him on the sofa. “For now I want to see you in the most delightful purple suit. I had it rush made the moment I got your measurements from the auction, but I’m sure it’ll need some adjustments.” He gets the suit and the lingerie that goes under it. “Now, here are the rules.” He pulls the panties up Dazai’s legs, making sure they’re comfortably adjusted. “There are certain parts of the premises that are open to the public. I want you dressed there. There are other parts that are available only to my men.” He attaches the garter belt next. Dazai stays still, listening closely. “There, I want you in only these.” He pulls the thigh highs up and clips them. “We’ll talk about corsets later.” Dazai raises a brow. “Then, there are the play rooms. Unless I say otherwise, in the play rooms I want you naked.”Dazai nods.“You’ll stay in my room during training,” Chuuya says. “After that, you’ll have your own room. It will be the one place I cannot enter without your permission, and you can wear whatever you want. However, if I order you to leave, I want you changed and ready.”Dazai blinks at him, then nods. “Thank you, Chuuya,” he says, though Chuuya can tell it’s more out of politeness than real gratitude. Chuuya hopes that will change eventually, but for now he unfolds the pants and pulls them up for Dazai, then pulls on his shirt and vest and ties his tie.“Beautiful,” he purrs, taking in the full picture. The suit still needs some tailoring, some adjustments to fit Dazai’s slim waist and skinny wrists, but Dazai is gorgeous enough to pull it off as is. He lifts Dazai, arm under his thigh so Dazai is well supported. Dazai squirms, likely, at the idea of being lifted so easily like this, held almost like a baby. Chuuya smiles, brushing aside his messy hair. Yes, the unkempt look does suit him, and Chuuya will probably keep it. “Are you ready to be shown of, my beautiful boy?”Dazai blushes. “Yes,” he mumbles.Chuuya grins. “Good,” he says, and kisses Dazai’s forehead.Oh yes, Dazai will be very
fun to work with.