Hey everyone,

I am really sorry for the delay. I lost some of my insiration (some of you might have also noticed that D. Gray man ep are much harder to find now, so I haven't been watching it lately). Anyway, this is not all of chapter 3, but the rest of it will be posted with chapter 4.

Warning: The beginning of the chapter has some BDSM/ abuse... i tried to keep it to minimum however.

Please Review, reviews make my fingers move. I need inspiration!


Chapter 3

The next day Allen was back in the dreadful room which he loathed so much. Nevertheless, tonight it was furnished with a new set of equipment; spanking horse, chains were fixed to the walls, and a few other pain gadgets. Enough to say, the room was a sadist heaven. Allen sat on the bed wearing only leather briefs, as well as a collar with a leash tied to the bed post. Cross had already told him that the man he was going to serve tonight had some special interests, and he'd better suck it up. It was only logical that Cross would assign Allen to the most brutal clients, still that wasn't just it. You see, the more eccentric a client's sexual fetishes were, the more self conscious he felt about it, the more his wife or girlfriend (yes, a lot of them were in straight relationships) refused to take any part of it, and the more he was willing to pay to get his urges satisfied. That was why those clients were Cross's most treasured ones. If Allen was to slip, he wasn't going to be easily forgiven.

The door was pushed open and an obese, gorilla hairy, bold, and greasy man in leather entered holding a whip. The boy didn't make a sound as Cross instructed him earlier. At first, the man dragged him to the floor and commanded him to get on all fours. He continued with fisting the silver locks and forcing Allen to kiss his feet as a sign of complete submission. Not to mention, the man loved to humiliate the whore he paid for. Thus he got on Allen's back and rode him like a donkey whipping his ass throughout.

The man's thighs were sweaty; no wonder the boy wanted to throw up. He can handle the weight since the man mostly supported himself, but the shame was going to stay with him forever.

"Do you like that slave?" the greasy man asked.

"Yes, Master," Allen replied.

Cross already instructed the older boys explain to him how to act. Basic rules like don't talk unless spoken to, don't look the master in the eye, and obey every command. He was also told that although some rare customer were concerned about the safety of the host and agreed on a safe word from the start, others weren't so keen on the safety and consensual part of BDSM. Thus, it was more of an abuse session than anything else.

The man continued to gag and blind fold the boy. I will spare you the graphic details of the next few minutes, but Allen's feet and hands were now restrained to the spanking horse. For the rest of the night the man paddled, spanked, caned, and flogged the poor boy. The silver headed boy didn't complain, but wasn't not like he could anyway.

Thankfully for Allen the man didn't do anything that vanilla people (people with no sexual fetishes and kinks) would consider a normal sexual act. In fact, all the clients he had been with for the subsequent week didn't. However, he did experience a lot through out the week; men obsessed with feet, sadists, masochists like the man who asked him to flog him, and the plain 'sit there and let me masturbate to you'.

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That one week felt like forever. Plus, he hadn't been very comfortable around Lavi. He knew that his friend accepted the answer he got, but somehow he was feeling awfully guilty. Thoughts about letting his friend take his virginity crowded his mind the more freaks he met with at night. Should he just give it up to the friend who loves him, or wait till some creep stole it away?

"What are you doing, Boy? Stop day dreaming, and go to the room"

"Sorry, Cross-sama."

The boy sighed. One more hellish night to bear through. He opened the door and hopped on to the mattress. Soon enough the door opened.

"Kanda Sama!" Allen couldn't help but smile like a thrilled five year old boy. He felt safe. Finally he didn't have to worry about what kind of perverted stuff the client was into… he was glad even if it only lasted one night.

Yuu almost smirked when he noticed the happy aura emitting from the boy, "Yes."

"You are here!"

"Pointing the obvious?!"

The small built boy blushed and rubbed the back of his head, "I just… didn't expect to see you again."

"Neither did I. but apparently my business partner is a regular here," Kanda hissed. He hated being obligated to humor others for corporate reasons.

Allen nodded understandingly. His heart was still beating too fast for his mind to process everything that was going on. He watched as the taller man undressed, and soon followed him.

"Are we going to exercise this time too?" The silver haired boy asked. Kanda didn't reply but his answer was obvious. The boy sighed; he really needed some rest. He followed the other with his eyes across the room, as he slothfully took the rest of the clothes off trying to postpone the inevitable. He felt a bit guilty for being upset; Kanda was doing it for his sake after all.

"Kanda sama, is your leg alright?" the long haired man walk wasn't as steady as it was last time.

"It's alright, I will be fi-"

"I can help you with that!"

"You don't have to-"

"No, please let me. I will go get some warm water."

Kanda sat on the bed half naked tilting his ankle, and noticing how swollen it was. May be he was pushing himself too far. To be honest, the thought of the other boy kneeling down by his legs was making him uncomfortable. Plus, he wondered by the boy was so giddy to see him.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Allen by the door. The boy sounded fearful explaining to his master how the water was for the client. He walked towards the door, and opened it. His glare was enough to get Cross off Allen's back.

Allen placed the plastic container right infront of Kanda's feet. Yuu hesitated before dipping his sore limb into the warm water, but the silver haired boy's smile encouraged him.

The boy jolted out for a second and came with a fist full of salt. He sprinkled the scatter into the water.

"What is this?"

"It's a trade secret," the boy grinned, winking.

The boy took a foot into his hands, and gently twisted it left and right. He smoothly pulled the heel with one hand while pushing away the toes with the other. Kanda watched him closely as he felt tension escape from his body.

"I probably shouldn't try to move this one," Allen motioned when it was the swollen feet's turn. He pressed against the puffy flesh, forcing the older man to gasp. It wasn't bad type of pain however… it was the relieve one.

"A lot of tension…"

"…"

"You should take it easy sometimes. Its bad for you to keep pressuring yourself," The long haired man's eyebrow rose. How the hell did Allen know was he was just thinking!

"What's that on your back?" He pointed at a faded belt lash, "Is he beating you again?"

"Master Cross? Well, he wasn't the one who left those marks…"

"Must be a client then," although the statement sounded innocent, it carried a lot of contempt. There was no denying it; Kanda loathed Allen's job.

"Yeah…" The poor boy felt a knife slice through his heart, yet shrugged it off, "A lot of strange men come here. Just yesterday, a sixty year old man came and started crying. His wife died a few months ago, and all his children live out of town. Do you believe they never visit?! So he just felt lonely… There was this other man whose wife pushes around all the time, so he told me to act as if I am her… he is the one who left those marks… I feel sorry for him being in such a loveless relationship-"

Kanda rolled his eye for the tenth time. The boy was going on and on and on and on... "Are you done with the massage?"

"Yeah… did I talk too much? Sometimes I do that… I think I hang out with Lavi way too much-I am doing it again, aren't I?! Sorry."

Kanda took his feet out of the water, and waved them trying to get the water off. Accidentally, the water splashed across Allen's face. The boy looked miserable. He gave out a pained smile, and occupied himself with the towel at hand.

"I…I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine even if you meant to. Why don't you lie down and let me massage your back?"

-----To be continued -----