I'm not sure how I feel about this story, or if I'll even continue. I don't know if it's one of those things that should stay in your head. But anyways, enjoy~ (Please review and constructive criticism and all that)


"You like that? But you're going to have to try harder to make me cum!"

Jonouchi shut his eyes, forcing himself not to draw any tears. He hated every part of it. There he was, on some unknown bed in Domino. His face buried on the sheets that he tightly held in his grasp. Face down on the over sized mattress, his hips were held up firmly by a heavyset man, digging his nails into his waist with each, painful, insufferable thrust. The man's eyes glowed with greed and lust, highlighted by round, silver trimmed glasses. His hair was neatly brushed back, the pale blue and grey locks emphasized the end of his middle age.

"Did you not hear me? Please me you bitch!" The man chided, taking his fist and striking the blonde in the back of his head.

"Y-yes Master!" That's right, he was nothing but a dog to his customers. Forcing his muscles to tighten around the cruel man's thick member, he attempted to move against the hips to create a more powerful thrust.

"That's better, you shitty piece of trash!"

Jonouchi finally let a tear run down a face. Not wanting his temporary owner to see, he wiped it off with the stiff, rough cotton. He was sick of being used by people, but he had no choice. Jou was in desperate need of another job. His father's drinking and gambling habits had escalated to the point where they had left no money for food or rent, with Jonouchi being the only provider for the two of them. Jou had to settle on a second employment, and this was the only business he could make money in. No one in the entire city of Domino wanted to hire a teenager who grades were plummeting and came from what could be considered the red light district.

It was excruciating pain to endure this type of torture, barely at the age of eighteen. His father abusing apparently him wasn't enough, but he had to resort to the ill 'profession' of prostitution. To top it off none of his friends knew. Under any condition would he bring himself to tell them. The blond couldn't live with the guilt of the heavy burden they would have to carry.

Lost in thought, Jonouchi was still for a few moments. Enraged, the man struck his head again, then seized his hair with a cruel jerk. "I didn't pay you to sit on this bed! I command you to do whatever it takes to make me cum! Do you want me so send a bad word to all your frequent customers?"

"No Master! Please! Just relax, I'll make you feel good!" He sounded like he was begging for his life. Jonouchi couldn't let negativity corrupt his status. Without these regular clients, Jou wouldn't be able to support not just his father, but himself.

The man pulled out coarsely, sitting back on the bed against the mahogany headboard that towered over the mattress. "Then ride me, you worthless mutt!"

Jonouchi wouldn't even give himself a chance to take in a breath. Crawling over his 'master', he forced the man inside of him with one piercing thrust. The blond let out a soft cry in the strain. Straddling him, he started pushing him in and out. Opening his bloodshot eyes, the man seemed pleased, mumbling a 'good'.

Without another audible word, the man came into Jonouchi. The teen silenced a tiny squeal, sinking his teeth into his reddened bottom lip. The man lifted Jou, pulling out before throwing him down harshly so he was face down in the disarray of linen. "I'm showering now, you better be gone when I come out..." Commanded the ruthless male, sliding off the bed.

"Yes, Master..." He mumbled, not hurrying himself to get up.

The man turned to him, and smacked his ass with fury. "Move, you runt! I paid you already! You are never allowed to touch my bed under any other circumstances!"

"Of course my kind Master!" He scrambled himself off the bed, assembling his soiled clothes that had been tossed on the ground. When the customer hid behind the bathroom door, locking it, the blonde fell to the floor out of pure pain. It seemed that bruises and cuts covered his whole body - especially on his face, neck, shoulders and bottom. His ankles, wrists and nape were weakened by the slitting of his skin. Some of his customers would restrain him with sharp handcuffs, binds, collars and leashes. Most of the wounds were from clients, but a portion came from his own father's abuse. As soon as one spot would heal, another mark would form from the constant injustice that was brought onto him on a daily basis. But the one thing that would never restore to its natural innocence was his crippled heart and mind. Jou was absolutely broken beyond repair. Neglected by his father, and to be stranger's play thing frequently, some days he couldn't even make it to school. However, he couldn't be absent for more than one day, knowing his friends would be concerned over his well being - and try to find him. Dragging his fragmented body and soul, the blond dressed as quickly as he could with the injuries that coated his body.

School came around the next morning, and surprisingly Katsuya made it out of his own bed. He had to wear what seemed like pounds cover up to conceal the marks and scars on his neck and face. Thankfully, Yuugi, Honda, or anyone else never said a word. Actually arriving on time to school, he sat in his desk at the back of the classroom. He rested his chin on his hand, but quickly had to pull away from a shot of pain. Settling with staring out the window, his best friend Yuugi came over, leaning on his desk.

"Good morning Jonouchi-kun!" The small high-schooler smiled radiantly.

"Good mornin' Yuug..."

"How are you? You're quiet this morning. Whats on your mind?" Yuugi leaned in closer, preparing to listen attentively.

"I'm fine, just tired..."

Before Yuugi had a chance to respond, the whole class froze. They all turned to the arrival of not only the teacher, but Seto Kaiba as well. Absent of a school uniform, the eldest Kaiba was dressed in a pearl white suit with a pale turquoise shirt with the top button undone.

Jonouchi rolled his eyes with a quiet scoff. He didn't understand what was so great about that guy. He made the assumption it was the fact Seto was one of the wealthiest men in the world.

The CEO glared at the class with daggers stitched into in cold blue eyes. All the gawking students scurried to return to their conversations.

Finally, Yuugi spoke, "I wonder why Kaiba is in today...he almost never comes to school anymore..."

"Who cares... damn bastard..." Jonouchi muttered, turning his gaze to the elements through the glass.

"I'll ask again, are you sure you're okay?" His eyes amethyst filled with concern, determined that something was off about his friend.

"Of course I'm fine!" Katsuya slammed his fists on the desk, knocking his chair over as he stood up. The class once again was silent, all eyes fixing on Jonouchi. Even Kaiba looked up from the conversation he was having with the teacher. Irritated, the blond stormed out of the classroom without another word.

Yuugi and Honda were about to chase after Jou, but stopped when a pink sleeve was held in front of them. "Leave him be..." Anzu said.

"Anzu?" Yuugi questioned.

"He'll be fine, he's just frustrated. The best thing is to let him cool down. Then he'll be back to the regular Jonouchi we all know." She smiled confidently.

The two teenage males sighed almost simultaneously.

"You're right... We'll ask him when he's better." Honda gave in soon followed by Yuugi.

"If he's better..." Yuugi mumbled to himself, deeply concerned about his best friend.

The blond had skipped first period and spent it on the roof. He wished he could get out of this never ending cycle of misuse. Closing his eyes as the wind brushed though his hair, the duelist just wanted to fall into sleep. Some nights he would barely get any. Particular customers could go for hours without stopping, or he would have multiple throughout the night. Whatever the case, it was worth the money he needed to survive. The bell rang for the end of first period, he knew if he skipped second he would fail Japanese class for sure.

Descending down the stairs and strolling through the empty third floor hallway, Jou passed Kaiba. He was holding a silver briefcase this time, with his free hand stuck in his pocket. They didn't speak a word to each other- and neither of them had the desire to even glance at the opposite male. Jonouchi really wasn't in the mood to fight. The only sound was the echoing click of their footsteps.

When Kaiba was behind the blond, he turned and spoke. "Jonouchi, you're failing math; you better not miss that class again." With that, he kept on walking.

Katsuya froze, his blood seem to boil. In an uncontrollable rage, he started to raise his voice, turning to the brunet. "Shut up, Kaiba. I don't need your help!"

"Fail then, I don't care. I'm just telling you what I saw from Sensei's grade books..."

"You lousy prick! You don't know anything about me! It's none of your damn business what I do!" He clenched his fists. Jonouch wanted to keep on screaming, beat Kaiba down so that his rich ass he knew what it felt like. But all his rage was the cover us all the secrecy and pain he held.

"You're right, you're right... Just letting you know. Can't a former classmate help sometimes? Sheesh, the last time I ever help anyone..." He still kept an inexpressive face, his voice almost resembling monotone.

"Former...?" For once, his speech seemed calm. Jou loosened his fists, his thoughts going away from his anger.

"Yeah, I'm dropping out. I have more important business at Kaiba Corp. Besides, high school is like kindergarten to me. Must be why you're failing... Sorry, did I say that out loud?" Kaiba smirked, "See you, mutt." The billionaire turned his heel, walking in his original direction.

As if the kindergarten insult didn't make him cross, the 'mutt' pushed him over the edge. The painful memories flooded his mind from dozens of clients calling him by that name. "Shut the fuck up!" Jonouchi lunged forward with his fist in the air, throwing it down to strike him from behind.

Acting like it was nothing, Kaiba blocked it by turning around and swinging his briefcase. It knocked Jou off his feet, crashing him into wall. He let out a loud and pain filled wail. Every injury on his body seemed to sting a million times more.

Seto stepped back, not expecting that kind of cry to come out of his mouth. The CEO was certain that he didn't hit him that hard.

Humiliated, Jou said nothing and raced down the hallway with a slight limp. When he made it behind the corner, he leaned against the wall. Letting his back slide down the drywall, he sat on the ground with his legs spread out on the floor. He blamed himself for letting that yelp escape him. It was a clear sign that he was in brutal pain. With that, he forbid himself to even let one tear escape his exhausted and traumatized honey-brown eyes in solicitude of being seen.

Kaiba shrugged it off, thinking it was no business of his, and not to be concerned with the delinquent. He had far more important things to do with being president of a multi-billion dollar company.

The blond rested until the third period bell rang, finally returning to class and his friends. But the incident with Kaiba disturbed his mental being the whole day.


Yeah! so... yay!

I know the beginning might gross you out, and I feel that this is more of a prologue than the first chapter. but I kinda did both of those things just to introduce the story. But I guess thats what first chapters are, right?

The next chapter will get more into the plot. And it should be up no later than Monday 3/5/12.

I'll try to update weekly, or as frequently as I can. I do get busy, but also lazy.

Happy Unbirthday :D