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Chapter 1: The Prince's Welcome

"Game and Set, Ryoma Echizen. 7-6. Match score, 3-1. Ryoma Echizen wins his seventh consecutive US Open Championship. After winning the doubles semi-finals with his partner and his previous opponent, Kevin Smith, Ryoma Echizen still reigned as the top seed in the Men's Tennis Division, with Kevin Smith and Alex Rayne tied for second and third and Aki Tsubasa in fourth. Sources tell us that Ryoma will aim for his next victory in the Wimbledon Championships. Ah, Ryoma's exiting the building. Mr. Echizen, Mr.Echizen. Can I have a minute?"

Ryoma snorted and took of his cap. "Sure Jake."

"Congratulations on your match. You are really undefeatable. So, after your victory today, what are your plans? Were will you be going?"

"Well, win the doubles match against the Rayne-Tsubasa pair on Saturday, and then maybe have a vacation and train for the Wimbledon Championships."

"What a dedicated young man! At18, you are reining the Pro Tennis Circuit. It's just like your father, Nanjirou decades ago. What do you have to say to your competitors?"

Ryoma flashed his cocky smirk in front of the camera. "Mada Mada Dane."

And with that, the tennis prodigy left the annoying reporter. Kevin Smith, who served as his trainer, coach, manager and his previous opponent, was trailing behind him.

Ryoma turned off the TV in front of him and lay on his rather large and comfortable couch. It was a tiring day for him but it was all worth it, and a trophy to prove it. It was just 'one of his collections' now. Seven US Open trophies, 6 Wimbledon, 6 French Open, 6 Australian Open and a whole lot more from friendship games. It wasn't much for Ryoma. But to make a name at his age was very much an accomplishment.

It was an easy win anyways…. It was only Kevin after all… Hmmm…. My trophies really look good, don't they?

The young boy's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ringing from his cell phone. He took it out from his back pocket with much annoyance. He glared at the LCD for a few seconds before pressing the "Call" button.

"What do you want, Smith?" Ryoma said, in a rather bored tone

"Hey, it's Billy. Kevin asked me to call you. Are you free tonight?" the man from the other line asked. It was Billy Cassidy, one of Ryoma's good friends from the Tennis Circuit. He was seeing and living with Kevin Smith and are together for the past five years.

"Sorry Billy. Yeah, I got nothing to do. Why?"

"Well, Kev's sulking around cause he lost to you… again. He said he wants to drown his misery down at the bar. Wanna come?"

"Yeah. My car or yours?"

"Damn Ryoma! You are a reckless driver!!"

"Che Billy. I'll just flash my face to them. They might even ask for an autograph."

"Whatever. I'll pick you up in 10."

"Got it."

With that, Ryoma placed the phone down on the coffee table. 10 minutes? I got time for a shower. He hurried to his bathroom and turned on the shower. Quickly washing his hair and body, he got out in a mere five minutes, with a towel wrapped around his thin waist and another drying his dripping hair. He made his way to his room and opened the closet. What to wear, he mused. After some pondering, he ended up wearing a black tight fit low waist jeans and a white body fit shirt, and finished his outfit with a pair of white All Star Chuck Taylor's. He faced the full length mirror behind his door and grabbed the hair gel that was resting on top of his dresser. He spiked his hair a little and messed the back of it.

Ryoma, you look good enough to eat. I really look good!!

And it was true. He grew a whopping 6 inches, his body was leaner and not to mention more defined. He had washboard abs and muscles rippling under his shirt that made every girl scream and melt at the sight of him. He had the crowd under his fingertips. He could be like the Damned Monkey King of Hyotei Gakuen if he wished, but of course, his cockiness gave him better feedbacks. He dyed the tips of his hair blonde and trimmed it once in a while. His neck was decorated by a 'Star of David' hanging around it, and around his wrists are two thin black bracelets that Kevin gave him after Ryoma won for the first time against him.

"Oi, Ryoma! Get your butt down here!" Kevin called from downstairs.

"Shut up Blondie! I'm coming!"

Ryoma took a last look before turning off the lights in his room and shutting the door behind him. He greeted Kevin with a pat on the head along with ruffling the blonde's hair. Kevin groaned as he fixed his messed-up hair. Kevin was like a blond version of Ryoma. They both have the same height and the same body built. Kevin cut his hair short and added brown highlights to it. He changed the sunglasses to a different pair, but still kept it atop of his head. His complexion was a bit darker than before, but it matched his new looks perfectly. He was wearing a pair of leather pants; black body fit shirt and black sneakers. He had an earring on his left ear, two thin black bracelets that matched Ryoma's and a silver chain necklace. The other boy snorted and followed Ryoma to the door. The brunet whistled as he saw the Billy was driving: a Black BMW top down. He hopped on the back seat as Kevin took the passenger's side. Billy then sped up to the busy city of Las Vegas. He stopped his car in front of the bar and asked a valet to park his car. The trio entered the club called "Silver Twilight" (1), though they to persuade the bouncer because he thought that Ryoma was a little underage.

After some persuasion, they made it in the club. They settled in one of the 5 seat, couch style tables. They ordered a few bottled of tequila, vodka, mixers, shakers and some glasses. Billy was the best in making drinks, not to mention some killer ones. While Kevin was busy gulping down Billy's killer drinks, Ryoma headed to the dance floor. It wasn't long before a few girls were grinding on him, both front and back. Ryoma didn't mind. He was a very good dancer and did satisfy the girls hitting on him. After a few songs, the prodigy got tired and sat down by the bar. The bartender quickly made his way in front of Ryoma and mixed up a Screwdriver.

"What's this for?" Ryoma asked, sniffing the drink

"I was asked to give it to you. Don't ask who. I was asked not to tell." The bartender winked and made his way to accommodate the other customers.

Weird… Oh well, since I'm famous, that means I get a lot of free stuff… I wonder if it's a hottie…

Before Ryoma was able to drink from it, his phone rang again. The name Billy appeared, though it wasn't really a surprised.

Kevin passed out. I'll give out a thousand bucks if it's otherwise.

"Yeah?"

"Kevin passed out."

Bingo!

"I know. You're taking him home?"

"Yeah. You okay if I leave you?"

"No worries bro. I'm cool. Oh yeah, after he wakes up, give him chocolate cake. It always keeps his nerves down. And if ever I don't answer the phone tomorrow, it means I got laid."

"Fuck off, Ryoma. But thanks for the advice. Later."

"Later."

He flipped his phone back to his pocket and drank the Screwdriver straight. After that drink, he ordered for tequila. As soon as the drink arrived, a tall young man walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. The young boy jumped up and turned to face the stranger. The man was a handsome lad. He stood a good 6'1, had a sun-kissed complexion, bright emerald green eyes and chestnut brown hair with bangs covering a part of his face. He was wearing a loose black shirt and baggy pants with a pair of black sneakers. Another man was beside him, who was about 5'11 in height, has a pale complexion; blazing red hair cut short, gleaming hazel eyes. He was wearing a body fit white shirt, tight fit jeans and blue All Star Chuck Taylor's.

"How you doing Ryoma?"

Man! Who was that?? Oh, it's just Aki… God he scared me to death!!

"Don't scare me like that Aki! I felt my heart just stopped for a while. Hey Alex…"

The red head called Aki laughed. "Sorry. Anyway, congratulations on the win."

"Thanks. Wasn't really that great. It was only Kevin after all."

Yeah… ONLY Kevin…. No biggie…

Aki just smiled and ordered a bottle of Vodka and a shot glass, seeing that Ryoma already had his. Ryoma looked at the bottle and gulped his alcohol down. He then stood up and excused himself, saying that he'll just go to the restroom. Aki narrowed his eyes as the other boy went off. Alex then sat himself down beside the now empty seat of Ryoma, took a pill and cracked it in Ryoma's glass, then poured some vodka in it. After Ryoma came back, he gave the drugged alcohol to the boy.

"Here, cheers."

Ryoma got the shot glass and gulped it down in one go. He blew off some air as he swallowed the burning alcohol. It wasn't long before the drug took effect. His vision became blurred and his hearing temporarily impaired. The last thing he heard was when Aki and Alex was shaking him and asking if he's alright.

Ryoma squinted as he tried to adjust to his surroundings. Blue wallpaper, tennis posters, bedside table with a red lava lamp and black cordless phone, white closet- it was no mistake. He was in his room. But how he got here, he had no idea. A breeze came gushing in the room, and chills suddenly crept up his skin. He looked down on himself and saw that he was in a rather uncomfortable position- his legs were tied to each of the post of his bed, his wrist were bounded together and to top it all off, he was butt naked.

Where the hell am I?? Wait… It's my room… How did I get here?? Let me think… I went to the bar with Billy and Kevin… Kevin got drunk and Billy drove him home… Aki and Alex came up to me and offered me a drink…. And then what?? Shit!! Wait… I hear voices…

"Seems like he's awake. That's a weak drug you gave him." A voice said from afar

"If I gave him a strong one, then he'll be playing sleeping beauty for the rest of our escapade." Another voice said.

I know these voices…. Wait… I'm all tied up and…. Naked?? Voices…Those voices are familiar….

"Let me go!!" Ryoma managed to squeak.

Both men laughed and walked near the helpless boy. The two of them got rid of their clothes ages ago. Ryoma looked at them with mixed confusion and horror.

"Alex Rayne… Aki Tsubasa… What the fuck do you want from me?"

"What do we want?? We want to fuck you." Alex laughed and then suddenly stopped. "We're sick and tired of your cockiness! We want you to disappear from the Pro Tennis circuit forever."

"Yeah and how to do that… Well, a little persuasion will do…" Aki said, finally crushing his lips on the younger ones.

It was a bruising kiss. After Aki pulled out, Ryoma's lips were swollen and a bruise was slightly forming. Alex smirked and pulled the boy up, then down in an uncomfortable position- his head down on the floor and his stomach on the rim of the bed; his feet were still tied to the posts. Alex stood in front of Ryoma's face and shoved his growing manhood in the boy's mouth, gagging him with every thrust. Aki on the other hand positioned himself on his rear end and entered the boy raw. Ryoma screamed under the cock that was intruding him as hot tears flowed down from his eyes. It was painful like hell. He pounded his fist on the floor, even though it was bounded together until they bleed. Alex smirked and grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved deeper, while Aki dug his nails on his waist and thrust more. It was painstakingly long for Ryoma, but for the other two, it was a quick one. A few more thrusts and both reached their climax; Alex in Ryoma's mouth and Aki in the boy's entrance. Aki pulled out and stood beside the bed. Alex also pulled out, freeing Ryoma's mouth. Ryoma spit the sticky substance in his mouth and retorted.

"Stop it! Please!!" Ryoma begged. His eyes that burned were now dull.

"Sorry Ryoma. We can't stop…. " Alex said as he laughed hysterically.

He climbed up the bed and entered Ryoma. This time, it was a bit easy since there was a fair amount of lubrication. Ryoma screamed and begged to stop. He closed his eyes and cried out, pounding his bleeding fist again and again on the floor. Aki searched the room while Alex was screwing the boy senselessly. Aki soon found Ryoma's tennis bag and pulled out his red tennis racket. He let Alex finish up before holding the shaking Ryoma down. He then pushed the handle of the tennis racket in the boy's used entrance. Ryoma looked back in horror as he saw the tennis racket was being used. He pushed and pulled the racket in and out, deeper and harder up to the point of bleeding. He continued the action until Ryoma soon reached his climax and passed out crying. Aki laughed and kept the racket in him, while leaving the poor boy in his position. The two older men cleaned themselves before dressing up and leaving the house.

"See you on Saturday, Ryoma Echizen."

Author's Note:

(1) Silver Twighlight does not exists...

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