~Playground~
~Chapter 1: Stereo Thongs~
So this is the first chapter where things get crazy. BE WARNED! I don't want any complaints if I've warned you.
There was never a need for an alarm clock. Never. But some days when Roxas woke from his light sleep to the sound of his door being opened and the usual heavy footsteps of Hisa he wished he had a normal life where he actually did need one. Rubbing his eyes free of sleep he tried not to glare at the heavyset man in his doorway. Hisa was a man in his early fifties who showed every day of his age. His gut was fat from rich foods and too much liquor and his balding hair was dyed a brown much darker then the sand color of his eyebrows. "Good morning Roxas, that was quite a show you and Sora put on last night." Even his voice annoyed Roxas. It was greasy like the rest of him and was just a bit too high for his body type. It grated on Roxas' nerves to the point he wanted to rip out his hair.
"So did we get any new customers?" Roxas asked rhetorically. He knew they would've, but he wanted to know how many more people he'd have to let touch him before he had another free week. Last night had been the last night of both his and Sora's week off from work. They could've gone out and done anything they wanted but what was there to do? Nothing existed for them beyond this building anymore so instead they spent their night putting on a show and gaining customers so he could have time off again soon.
Hisa chuckled. Roxas visibly cringed. Hisa only used that slight laugh when he was pleased beyond his original expectations. And such success turned him on more than anything. "If these people actually come through and will pay as much as they said they will you'll be able to take a whole month off after only a week!"
He supposed he should feel happy about the news but those who paid more always expected more from him. And they tended to have some strange fantasies and kinks he'd rather not ever have known about. They also probably wanted him and Sora in some sick package deal. Then again after last night how could he blame them? "So when's the first one coming?"
"Tonight. Meet her in the red room at 8 o'clock. She has you for three hours then at midnight a gentleman has you until dawn in the blue room." Roxas acknowledged his orders with nothing but a nod. "Make sure you clean yourself up before then." With another nod from Roxas to show he heard, Hisa left. Vaguely he wondered when Hisa would take him again. He tried to contain himself if Roxas had important customers to keep him fresh but he doubted he'd make it through tomorrow without being touched.
Rolling out of bed he wrinkled his nose at his own smell. He probably should've taken his clothes off before bed. Stripping, he made his way to the connecting bathroom he shared with Sora. Hisa always woke him up first so he always got to take a shower first. As he entered the bathroom he could vaguely hear Hisa's high voice waking Sora up and telling him his own orders for the night. He even heard a comment or two from Sora. Then there was the clear sound of a palm hitting skin and silence. Roxas turned the shower on and got in even though it was still cold. He didn't want to hear what he knew was coming next. If there was one thing that got Hisa hard faster than money, it was showing those who dared oppose him his power over them. Even over the water pour down around him, Roxas heard Sora's cry of pain. After this he'd barely be good tonight.
Crouching down the sit on the shower's floor Roxas covered his ears. He didn't want to hear anything anymore. He didn't want to hear the cries of his brother being raped again or the obvious sounds of pleasure from the man who owned both of them. He wanted everything to go back to the way it was supposed to be, with a loving family and friends and school being his biggest concern. He was only 16. He wasn't supposed to be a whore, bought and sold by those who had the money and the sick desire to posses his body.
But what could he do? It had been made clear to him in more ways than one what his new destiny was. He was a whore of the Playground, the most exclusive club that catered to those who had the most money and the sickest fantasies. Membership to even be a part of the club was half a million a year and that got members use of any of the bronze level whores. Those were the ones who were too old for most people and too used to be as much fun.
The silver level whores were just a few hundred extra dollars. They were normally more attractive than those below them and they were allowed to have a one day break once every other month.
The gold level whores were at least a few thousand a time and they didn't have to see customers in their own rooms. Instead they took them to the themed rooms so they didn't sully their own sheets.
The supposed highest levels of whore in the Playground were the platinum level ones. At least fifteen thousand a time they were all more beautiful than normal. More than that, they were there to fulfill any desire. They never said no and would make any fantasy come to life.
But that wasn't what Roxas and Sora were. They were in a separate class with only one other, a girl named Naminé. They were the whores who got time off often because they each made about a million every other week easily. They were all young and still had just the right amount of spirit to still be amusing. More than that, they were for sale. More than just a good whore they were auctioned off as personal slaves. Sometimes they were a slave for a day or maybe even a week, but no one had ever been able to pay to keep them permanently. And because of that Hisa made sure they were always clean and healthy.
A slave had fewer rights than a whore. At least Hisa made sure to protect all of his whores enough that they could always work the next day. Roxas had once been bought for just a day but came back so abused he couldn't work for almost a week. But what did that matter? Hisa had made a quarter of a million and sold Roxas back to the man once he was healed. It took Roxas' near death to have the man banned from the club permanently.
Cautiously uncovering one ear Roxas couldn't hear any sounds from his brother's room so he quickly washed his hair and body and made sure he was completely shaved. Turning off the shower he had to cover his ears again. Sora was no longer screaming in pain but the heavy panting still hurt Roxas. Without even drying off he made it into his room and crawled back into bed. Now clean he noticed it smelled from him last night but he didn't care. He wasn't about to go in a push Hisa off of Sora; having tried to enough times to know what would happen both he and Sora had stopped fighting. Well, Sora still made reckless comments and never quite had managed to keep his calm for long. And as much as Roxas wanted to, Sora wouldn't want him to come in to see him like that.
Screw it. Roxas jumped out of bed and ran to the door that led to Sora's room through the bathroom. Trying the handle he found the door locked. "Dammit, Hisa!" Roxas yelled through the door. "Let him go! Damn you, you fat bastard! I swear I'll kill you if you don't let him go!" The panting and moaned sped up until they reached a groaning climax and there was just silence. But Roxas kept yelling and pounding at the door.
Footsteps eventually began approaching the door and Roxas stepped back a bit. Hisa's heavy frame took up the whole doorway so Roxas couldn't see his brother. Angry, Roxas threw a punch at the man who owned him and felt a deep satisfaction when the man's head snapped around. But not a second later he let out a cry as he was pushed back and pinned to the floor. Hisa's naked body disgusted Roxas so much he spit at the man above him earning him a slap to the face. "Have you both forgotten who you belong to?" Hisa hissed as his hit Roxas again. "Me! I bought you and gave you a chance." Another slap. "You have everything you could ever want or need!" Another slap. "You will both respect me!" Raising himself up just enough Hisa drove his fist into Roxas' stomach.
Feeling the air being knocked out of him Roxas tried to double over but was still being held down. Instead he settled for coughing. Satisfied with this Hisa stood up. The blood on his dick and hips made Roxas glare at him again. A swift kick to his side made him regret that. Knowing how futile everything was Roxas chose to continue lying on the ground until Hisa had gathered his clothes and left. Could he have risen and fought more? Of course. But there was no point. He would've lost and been even more hurt. As it was he'd be sore for a day. But that wasn't really important. Pushing himself to his feet he rest against the sink to catch him breath and balance.
Glancing into the mirror he hated the hard look he saw his reflection giving him. Honey blond hair more disheveled than normal hung in his bright blue eyes. Both cheeks were bright pink from the abuse they just suffered. Hating his looks he grabbed the nearest hand cloth and got it wet. Walking into Sora's room he cringed at the sight of his brother lying unmoving, face down in his bloodied sheets. "Sora?" he asked tentatively, "Can I help?" The lack of answer was enough of an answer. Making sure not to touch his brother Roxas pulled the sheets from him. His whole backside was streaked with blood and semen. As quickly and tenderly as he could he cleaned his brother up. Having nothing left to do he left Sora alone. From experience he knew it was better to just be left alone for the time being.
Retiring to his own room, Roxas wanted to yell and curse and actually do something to change their situation. But what could be done? It was pretty clear he didn't have a hope of getting out. And even if he did would he be able to get out with Sora? He had to, or he couldn't leave. But how?
Frustrated, he took the book he'd been reading and plopped himself down in the only chair in his room. If he was going to be frustrated for the next few hours until he had work to do he might as well spend the time educating himself. Hisa didn't believe schooling was necessary. Who needed to be smart to spread their legs? Besides it was too expensive. But Roxas wanted to one day be something more than a body to fuck. And for that he needed at least a basic education. So he read. He read any book he could get and Hisa allowed him that one small pleasure. It wasn't like he could actually ever go do anything with it.
Opening to where he'd dog-eared the page he began reading. Slowly the world around him faded and he immersed himself in the book. It was a similar sensation to what he was looking for the night before. Losing himself in something so completely he could forget about the world he existed in. It meant, for a tiny bit, he could be free.
So lost in the words on the pages in front of him he didn't hear the main door to his room opening. Nor did the footsteps approaching register until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Startled he looked up at Lexaeus. The giant's blue eyes were gentle and his short brown hair was styled in its customary backwards spikes. When Roxas had first arrived at the Playground he'd been terrified of Lexaeus. The man rarely smiled and spoke even less. But after a few weeks Roxas had no choice to finally begin to trust the man. Since then they'd occasionally shared each other's bodies but neither made it out to be more than it was. Roxas used him for protection; Lexaeus used him as a warm body. But at least he was nice about it and never hurt him like some others did.
"Hisa wanted me to make sure you were ready for your first appointment." To the point as always. Glancing down Roxas saw the bag he was carrying. Whatever was in that simple black bag was going to tell him everything he needed to know about his first client.
Marking his page Roxas placed his book on the ground. Shamelessly he stood up still fully naked in front of Lexaeus. Silently he was handed the bag. Opening it he saw a silky blue robe and a matching thong. He put each item on and went to examine himself in his mirror. With his hair still messed up he looked like he was ready to be ravished. "Do you know how much she's paying?" Roxas asked over his shoulder.
"Quarter of a million."
"Quarter of a million!" Roxas exclaimed. "What sort of freak is she?" Normally Lexaeus would have just grunted to show he was listening but had no clue. Instead he stood there uneasily. "What? Will I not make my second appointment?"
After a brief pause Lexaeus said, "She's requested both you and Sora." Ah, so she was one of those women. She'd feel bad actually sleeping with someone underage so instead she wanted a more graphic show of last night. Then she'd go and sleep with some blond, good looking guy to relieve herself. And once Hisa told her one of them might not be able to perform tonight and raised the price she went along with it. But for that price he probably threw in someone from the silver or gold level for free.
Spinning around he tried for a cheeky yet seductive smile. "So? Would you ravish me when I looked like this?" Lexaeus grunted. So a yes then, Roxas thought. But he knew Lexaeus preferred him in the skin tight clothing and leather he wore when dancing. He liked peeling off Roxas' clothes one by one to reveal the pale flesh underneath.
Tilting his head in a way he knew women found cute he asked his friend, "Do I get anything to help me tonight?" He and Sora could get each other hard to the point they would beg anyone for relief but when it came to the actual act of being sexual with each other they still couldn't bring themselves to do it without something in their systems. Whether it was alcohol or drugs, Roxas knew he'd need something to get through the night. From his back pocket Lexaeus pulled out a small leather bound flask and held it out for the smaller boy. Grabbing it Roxas managed to chug half of the whiskey before his body refused to take anymore. The burn in his throat made everything else unimportant for a second. It was such a nice feeling.
Handing the flask back to Lexaeus Roxas watched him pull out a small pink pill. That was the second part of his usual routine when it came to the night's he had to spend with Sora. The blue ones meant he'd be hard and burning within ten minutes but wouldn't be able to reach an orgasm for hours. The white ones were to keep him so drugged the next day everything was fuzzy enough he could forget what happened. The yellow ones were for a quick release and the pink ones were to make sure he could perform and stay hard as he and his brother did things no siblings should do. Popping it into his mouth he swallowed without any liquid. Between that and the alcohol in his system he'd be set. It would even start working quicker since he hadn't eaten since the day before. Had he chosen to he could've gone up into the kitchen and had one of the chefs make him something but he hadn't felt like seeing anyone after that mornings events.
"I guess I'm ready," he muttered as he left his room, knowing Lexaeus would follow him out. Already waiting outside was Sora. The slightest blush rode high on his cheeks. He'd probably had far more to drink than Roxas. Sora still had some sense of right and wrong and needed much more encouragement than Roxas did. But that was the difference. Sora was still willing to fight tooth and nail while something in Roxas had died. "Ready?" he asked his brother.
"Yeah..."
"Same as usual then?"
"Sure." The lack of fight meant Sora was far more drugged up than Roxas as well. Probably a white pill along with their customary pink ones.
Walking right up to his brother Roxas pulled him towards him for a long kiss. Right then it didn't matter they were related by blood. Sora was the guy he would be giving his body to for the next few hours. He should at least make sure Sora could enjoy it. Their tongues dancing together in the way only those familiar with each other's mouths could. Pressing against him Roxas grinded against him until they were both just hard enough to perform. Backing away he smiled at his brother. "Ready?"
The bland nod was enough. Together they made their way up through the multitude of corridors, past the main club, the secondary club and into the northern most part of the complex where the themed rooms were. Waiting right outside a bright red door was Hisa, tapping his foot impatiently. Upon seeing the brothers slowly walk up he gestured for them to hurry. Not that it helped. This was the one time they were safe. At that moment he wouldn't do anything to hurt them.
"Make sure you both put on a good show," were his only words before ushering them into the room. The red room had a very oriental feel to it. Beautiful Japanese themed pictures hung on the walls and the room smelled like incense. Lying on the sheets Roxas knew were amazingly soft was a woman old enough to be his own mother. Her black hair was piled on her head in elegant little curls that fell rather beautifully around her face. But that was one of the few beautiful things. She was a rather plain woman who dressed herself expensively. And giving her a quick once over she also wasn't exactly the most fit. But it was better than Hisa by far.
"We heard you liked our performance last night," Roxas said with a sly smile. Normally Sora did the talking but Roxas wasn't sure he could manage much right then. "I'm glad you requested us, we love putting on shows for beautiful ladies like yourself." With his words Sora came up behind him and together they grinded to music only they could hear.
Roxas could feel his body getting hotter than normal, the drugs were working. His hard on was pressing painfully against the thong he wore. Soon the brush of the robe against his skin was just making it worse and he stripped it off as sensually as possible. He made sure to keep his glance on the customer. He slowed down and sped up based solely on her reactions. When he was standing only in the small thong he caught her eye. "Just tell us what you want," he whispered in a breathy tone, not all of which was faked. "We'll do anything, anywhere you want."
He watched her swallow before opening her mouth. "Do it on the bed."
Roxas turned and caught Sora in a hot kiss as he peeled Sora's own robe from his body. Taking his brother by the shoulders he maneuvered them so they fell on the foot of the bed by her feet. Crawling up just a bit so they were fully on the bed Roxas could tell when Sora gathered enough sense to do what needed to be done. Instead of following Roxas' lead he fisted a hand in Roxas' blond hair and yanked his head back so he could attack his neck. Unlike the gentle kisses from before these were hard and painful. But even each little jolt of pain was met with a jolt of pleasure. Roxas was pretty sure he could be tortured and his body would still find pleasure from it. Oh the joys of drugs.
The slightest gasp passed from Roxas' lips as Sora moved his head down to lick his nipple. Instinctively Roxas arched his hips up into Sora. His eyes drifted back to their client. One of her hands was slowly rubbing her own body, from her chest down to her thighs. Still she wasn't touching herself yet. Knowing what to do to get her wet enough to do so, Roxas slid down beneath Sora's body until his face was pressed against Sora's hard member. Slowly he licked and sucked on it through the thin fabric until it was nice and wet. Sora, mind completely lost to the drugs, frantically trust against him. Using only his teeth Roxas lowered the thong to reveal Sora's hard on. Long and thin like Sora himself, pre-cum was leaking from its tip.
Licking it clean, Roxas set to work. His tongue wrapped around the head, slowly working its way down until he could wrap his lips around it as well. The angle was bad and Roxas had to keep himself from gagging and Sora forced him to deep throat his dick. Thrust after thrust, Roxas kept sucking and licking, repressing his instincts. Bringing one hand up, he cupped Sora's balls gently making Sora groan in appreciation.
Had it been anyone but Roxas sucking on him like that, and had the drugs not been keeping him from reaching a climax, Sora would've come already. Instead the pleasure built to an uncontrollable, painful high.
Ripping off his thong Sora pulled his brother back up for one last kiss before flipping him over. Roxas hid his face in the sheets as Sora pulled his own remaining clothing off. In that moment he envied Sora. With his mind so clouded he probably no longer knew it was Roxas he was about to mount. He wouldn't have to feel the embarrassment warring with the need to have sex with his own flesh and blood.
"Make sure he's ready," came the whispered words from the woman. Lifting his head Roxas saw she was finally playing with herself. Dress hiked up, one hand was now in her yellow panties while the other continued to grope her breast. Well, at least she was still nice enough to make sure he wasn't in pain. Some women loved seeing the pained expression on his face when his brother took him. Hell, she probably would too after she visited them a few times. Everyone eventually got bored with watching them pleasure each other. They wanted more of something and lacking any other creative ideas it turned to pain.
A hand on each check, Roxas bit his lip as Sora spread his ass. As his tongue first touched Roxas' sensitive hole he couldn't help but moan. Little bolts of lightning continued to travel up his spine as Sora teased him with his tongue, licking, and sucking at that opening until the outside was nice and wet. At the first breach of his entrance by that tongue Roxas lost control. Pushing himself up onto one hand he used the other to play with himself. Pre-cum dripped from his head and he used that as lubricant to run his hand up and down his own dick. Sora's tongue was soon joined by one finger...then two. Stretching, scissoring... God it felt too good!
Finally satisfied, Sora took his position behind Roxas. His body wanted nothing more than to shove itself into that tight hole but he took it slowly, working his dick in one inch at a time. With each inch Roxas' moans grew louder. Feeling him fully sheathed Roxas thrust his hips back. He needed movement. Needed something to help him reach the edge and end his painful torment.
The second Sora started thrusting into him Roxas lost himself in bliss. All of his nerves seemed to feel everything. Each small sensation was magnified a thousand times. It was painful. Continuously thrusting back Roxas tried to find that right amount of pain that would once again take over his sense so it was so painful it was pleasurable and he could find release.
Sora's hands gripped his hips harder as he thrust faster. Tomorrow Roxas knew he'd have bruises in the exact places of Sora's fingers.
"Wait!" Roxas cried out as Sora stopped. He wanted more!
"Please..." he begged, "please don't stop."
"Come here." The woman was hastily lowering her own panties. She did it without the grace any good whore had. It was such a tale tell way of knowing how sexually experienced someone was. Spreading her legs she said again, "Come here."
Freeing himself from Sora was one of the hardest things Roxas had ever done. He hated it when anyone who originally wanted a show stopped them for something new. It set him back in his quest for that final pleasure more than they would ever have to know. If only they understood the pain they were causing. Would they still demand their own pleasure? Of course they would. They were here for themselves after all.
Crawling up he grunted when her hand found the back of his head and forced him between her legs. Repressing an annoyed groan he set to work, licking the folds between her legs. The wetness there was nothing like the salty warmth that came from his brother. It was almost sweet. It was also a lot messier. At least when he was forced to swallow a guy he managed to keep it mostly in his mouth. But now the whole lower part of his face would be coated in her juices.
Licking and sucking he found that one special spot that made her thrust her hips painfully into his face. Slipping two fingers into her continued to work her until she was so close he could feel her quivering around him. Pulling back just a tiny bit he let his breath tease her. "Please..." he begged again. "Let him continue. I want to feel him in me as I pleasure you..." He tried to make it as clean as he could. Polite rich ladies liked soft, sensual words like those. If it was a guy he would've made it much more vulgar. That seemed to work better.
With her nod, she was too lost in her own pleasure for more, Sora took no time in thrusting back into him. Groaning against her Roxas set himself to bringing her to her climax twice, one right after the other, right away. Like a good dog he lapped up what was offered to him but still kept at it. By the time he was done she wouldn't be able to walk without help.
Sora's hand snaked around his body to pump Roxas in time to his thrusts. With frantic thrusts Roxas knew Sora was close. Clenching his muscles around Sora he thrust back and ground his hips against Sora until he felt Sora spasm in him, cum coating his insides. Pulling out of him Sora flopped back on the bed, completely spent. Once again Roxas couldn't help but be jealous. The one real release they had was when they finally came and were released from the drug's hold. Unless quickly given another one they were spent for the night and could do nothing more than sleep.
Missing the presence of Sora's dick Roxas' ass felt empty. He needed something new for stimulation but the woman seemed to have no inclination to let him use her for that sort of release. Instead he redoubled his efforts as he struggled not to cry from the sheer frustration of everything. He brought her to climax a total of seven more times before he heard a small note chime through the room. Her time was up. Pulling back he finally took in her whole appearance. She was a quivering mess, small tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks. She was probably so stimulated she'd wanted him to stop but she couldn't bring herself to ask him to stop. It meant she'd be back again, paying some ridiculous amount again for such a high level of pleasure.
The door opened as Roxas let his hand finally drop to his own aching member. He wanted, needed, to cum so badly...
A different of the guards, Luxord, came in and helped the disheveled woman gather herself and escorted her from the room, only to return a second later and grab Roxas. Crying out, not only from the fact he was once again prevented from his own pleasure but also from the sparks the new contact against his skin gave him, he struggled against Luxord. Unlike Lexaeus, Luxord kept himself as aloof from those he protected as he could. He never took one of them and never expected anything from them. He did his job and nothing more. And right then his job was to carry a frustrated Roxas back to his own room to get cleaned up.
Kicking and screaming like a child Roxas tried to free himself. When he managed place a wild kick against the man's groin he was reward by being dropped. Instead of running or doing anything smart like that he immediately tried to jerk himself off. Not that he got very far. Luxord picked him up quickly again. "Stop making this harder than it needs to be. You know you don't have a choice right now."
Roxas hated those sensible words. But they registered in some still sane part of his brain. Letting himself go he let Luxord help him up and take him back to his room. Making sure the shower was as cold as possible he jumped in. The cold bit into his erection and successfully dulled the burning need in him. In no way did his erection flag, but it helped him gather his senses again.
Spreading his own ass cheeks, Roxas attempted to clean his insides as best he could. He needed to be as clean as he could be to satisfy the next client. Whether it was a man or a woman didn't matter. If he was going to be with him for the next few hours they'd expect him to be pristine. But did they want him to be as pure? Of course they'd want his body but what if they were actually interested in him? What then? Well, for sure they'd be disappointed. There was some small part of him now so sick and twisted that would never be innocent again. But they didn't care about that part, did they? As long as he could fulfill their desire who cared?
Still waiting for him outside was Luxord, still looking as fearsome as ever. But seeing that Roxas had gained some of his control back, the blond man nodded in approval. "Here," he said tossing something small Roxas' way. "It'll help you get through the rest of the night." Opening up the small velvet bag Roxas saw two more little pills; a blue and a white one. Taking all of these can't be good for me, Roxas thought idly as he popped them both into his mouth. "And this," Luxord said holding out a brown paper bag. Inside was a bottle of water and a large sandwich. "I was told you hadn't eaten all day. You'll need to eat something or you'll be sick soon." Knowing he had very little time before his mind was completely washed away by drugs he chugged the water and managed to take a few bites of the sandwich.
Throwing the rest of it to the side he looked up at Luxord. "Any clothes?" The shake of his head told him volumes. He was going to have one hell of a night. At this rate both he and Sora would be bed ridden all of tomorrow.
Feeling the familiar tingling under his skin Roxas left for his next appointment without another word. Soon after each step made him feel like he could cum on the spot and walking to the room was near impossible. But as he knocked on the door everything started drifting away from him. Opening the door his vision seemed cloudy. Still, he made out a man with a strong build and a leer on his face that made Roxas cringe. Or maybe it was all of the "toys" the man had brought. Paddles and chains, whips and handcuffs. Silently Roxas thanked Hisa for making sure these rooms were almost completely sound proof. He knew he'd be screaming soon. This man wanted his tears and wanted him to beg. Walking up to him Roxas immediately dropped to his knees to undo the man's pants. The man's dick was far thicker than Sora's and Roxas wondered if he'd be able to sit tomorrow. Wrapping his lips around it he worked it until it was hard. Even though things were definitely much duller before he felt some small spark of pride. He was good with his mouth.
So wrapped up trying to hold onto that little spark of pleasure he wasn't prepared for the man to pull himself away and give him a swift kick to his stomach. Whatever words the man said didn't register to his brain but his body moved of it's own. He crawled over to where all of the "toys" were laid out and brought the man back the paddle. As the first hit landed on his backside Roxas cried out. The pain was irrelevant to the pleasure coursing through him making him beg to be hit more. Even the tears that started rolling down his cheeks set them on fire in a most pleasurable way.
By the time the man had Roxas chained across the bed he was so lost in his own mind he no longer knew his own name. All he knew was the delicious pleasure the man was giving him.
