Warning: This chapter contains Non-Con.
The Price of Pleasure
Chapter Three
The rest of the night passed in fits and spurts of pain and pleasure.
Throughout their time together, Misaki faded in and out of consciousness. Each time he came to, Usami was waiting, and whether it was sucking or fucking, the man seemed tireless. Each successive bout, however, left Misaki more raw and depleted.
He couldn't wait for his ordeal to be over.
Finally, Usami left him, and Misaki tumbled into a few hours of troubled slumber.
Eventually, this reprieve ended as well.
When he first awoke, Misaki's mind spun and he was unable to remember anything. All he seemed to know was that he felt more exhausted than he could ever recall.
Cautiously he peeked through squinting lids, but as soon as the dim light of the bedroom assaulted his pupils, he squeezed his eyes closed again. His head felt incredibly heavy. His temples throbbed; his stomach roiled and threatened to turn on him; his throat felt unbearably dry and ached miserably. More painful than these, though, were all the places where someone had used his body… roughly.
Misaki laid still, trying to avoid further outraging his aching head and get a grip on his bearings. Meanwhile, his hangover-taxed mind slowly cleared and little bits about how he got into his present state came back.
I fought with Sumi, got locked out of the apartment, went drinking… and …
Met Nii-chan's friend Usami/Usagi-san…
Then Usami-san propositioned me…with a hell of a lot of money… and then we went out and I drank more…
Beyond this, Misaki had little recollection.
Unfortunately, from the way he ached, there was no doubt in his mind he and Usami-san had completed their proposed transaction.
"Urrgh, I am never doing that again." For a moment, Misaki couldn't decide if he was declaring this about drinking or tricking and then determined it was both.
Slowly, he dared to open his eyes again. He took his time: he waited for his vision to clear, sat up slowly and brought the covers with him in an attempt to cover his naked body, but the instant he moved new pains pulsed through him.
The side of his neck in particular buzzed like an angry bee.
Misaki lifted a stiff hand to feel where his trick had branded him and winced at the sting.
His slender fingers felt the crust that had formed over Usami's teeth marks. His eyes widened at the feel of it. Gingerly, he rubbed his fingers across this roughened the spot. He felt something crumble beneath his fingertips and looked down in astonishment to see dried blood.
Misaki bit his bottom lip and winced again. It was swollen from his own teeth biting it as Usami had plundered him.
He ran a shaking hand through tangled brown bangs, grazing his hot forehead. He was now really frightened and still didn't remember anything after the second bar. Misaki was horrified by this.
He mentally kicked himself, that he'd been so stupid as to agree to go with Usami-san… Nii-chan's "friend."
What kind of person does things like this to his best friend's little brother?
In the brief time he had been hustling, he'd had a few rough calls but nothing ever as bad as this. Misaki drew a deep breath, fighting against the ache in his skull as he tried to think. He had to figure out how to get out of here. Who knew what else might happen?
Cautiously, he turned his stiff neck and looked around to the other side of the bed. He breathed a sigh of relief to realize the rest of the bed was empty, as was the room, apart from all the toys.
Throwing the covers back from his body, Misaki readied to rise but stopped short and gasped when he saw all the "love" marks that decorated him in multi-hued profusion. His eyes bulged seeing the patches that peppered his thighs and dappled his chest and stomach.
W-what the fuck happened last night?
Misaki's trembling fingers traced over the imprints from Usami's fevered mouth.
I couldn't have been that drunk... that I would have allowed him to do this to me.
"Would I?"
Misaki felt tears of shame and confusion welling in his eyes. He shoved his questions to the back of his mind and mustered his energies.
When he finally got the strength, he climbed out of the bed, moving slowly, articulating his stiff limbs little by little. But the moment he stood upright the ache in his over-used ass turned into a sharp pain that shot right up his spine.
Misaki grimaced when he felt gravity pull a wet ooze from within him that dribbled down between his lean thighs.
"Shit."
A different fear filled his chest.
The asshole didn't use a condom.
Misaki hoped to the gods Usami was healthy. He carefully wiped his legs using one of the man's expensive sheets, hissing as even the silk seemed to irritate his abraded skin.
Never had anyone been this fierce with him before. This realization fueled his growing fright.
Immediately Misaki started hunting for his missing clothes. He'd clean up properly once he got home. Locating his gear on the floor beside the bed, he dressed himself as fast as he could despite his stiff, aching body.
As soon as he was clothed, Misaki tiptoed out of the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.
As he started sneaking off down the hallway, he paused in surprise when he raised his dizzy head and saw the full size of the condo for the first time.
It was so unnecessarily huge.
He had never seen such an extravagant waste of space. Misaki stood there amazed to even consider what the expense of a place like this must be. He wouldn't have believed that an apartment like this existed anywhere in Tokyo and he wondered how his brother had ever become so close to someone so... loaded.
Why has Nii-chan never mentioned this about "Usagi"?
Misaki was horrified that last night he had been too drunk to even realize the full status of the man he'd been dealing with.
No wonder Usami-san was able to throw out such large figures so casually.
After lingering a moment in stunned amazement, he snapped out of it and hobbled down the stairs. Once he'd made it down, he glanced around. He needed to find an exit. Locating it, he began limping towards the door.
"You're not seriously considering leaving so soon?"
Misaki froze. In that moment he found he couldn't move.
His fear-huge eyes locked on the door handle that was only a few steps away.
Misaki suddenly found a hidden reserve of courage and answered the silky voice behind him. "Uh, actually I am. I'm going now, Usami-san."
He took another step forward, but the instant he did, a large hand clasped the collar of his shirt and dragged him effortlessly back into the lounge.
Finally the adrenaline took hold and Misaki, despite his pained body, kicked off. He fought against Usami's restraining hold. He protested loudly and profanely, but it was no use; Usami was just too strong.
"Goddamnit! Let me go, you fucking pervert!
"You're a disgusting homo!" Misaki pummeled his fists against Usami's lean torso.
"Does my nii-chan know what you are? Have you tried to corrupt him too with your disgusting ways?" Seeing a flicker in Usami's expressionless face, Misaki knew he had hit a nerve.
His mouth was suddenly captured by another hand, reducing his cries to a muffled roar.
He was then pushed onto his back on the nearest sofa.
Akihiko knelt over Misaki with a knee on one side of his hips, his other leg still standing on the floor. He had a dark look in his eyes and began tugging at his collar, loosening it. He slipped his tie off.
"Who are you to speak to me in this way?
"You'd do far better to watch your words, Misaki… or you'll be the one who's sorry."
Misaki's eyes widened at the ferocity in Usami's voice and knew that his situation was far more dangerous than he'd previously imagined. He realized too, that while everything about Usami was steady, his own body was quivering from fear.
What exactly are you going to do to me?
Misaki found the answer to his question far sooner than he wanted to when tUsami gathered up his thin wrists in one hand and wrapped his long silk tie around them.
Struggling against the bindings, Misaki found this only made them tighter. He ceased his motions, but he wasn't done yet.
"I want to leave!" he bravely demanded, despite the quaver in his voice. Akihiko's pale eyes narrowed at these words; his lips formed a firm line.
"Unfortunately, I cannot do that. You see, last night I bought you, and I have no desire for my new property to go wandering around on its own. Who knows what other kinds of trouble you might get into?"
"W-what? That was for one night and you haven't even paid me!"
"On the contrary…"
Misaki felt a large hand intrude into the front pocket of the baggy jeans he was wearing. Usami pulled out a thick wad of cash, making sure to grope him in the process. "I did indeed pay you."
"Take it back then! Keep it! I don't want your filthy pervert money!" Misaki swung his bound wrists and knocked the yen from Usami's hand. A cascade of bills fluttered softly around them.
Akihiko looked at the scattered bills and gave a regretful smile.
"Ah… Misaki. What you want makes no difference now. What's done is done." Akihiko leaned over slightly, without entirely relinquishing his hold and picked up a document off the nearby coffee table.
"That money is yours, but you see, you also signed a contract. You belong to me now, body and soul, for an entire year." Akihiko saw the protest building again in Misaki eyes and cut this off with a bitter snort.
"I assure you, it's binding and legal. I don't know if your brother ever bothered to inform you, but besides being a novelist, I also have a degree in law… from a very prestigious institution.
"It would be to your benefit to presume I know what I'm talking about."
Misaki paled as Usami dangled the paper in front of him.
"I… I don't remember signing anything like that."
"Well, let that be a lesson to you about the dangers of alcohol." Then tone Akihiko offered Misaki was both cold and teasing. Then his low voice lost all humor.
"Regardless, that is your signature, is it not?" Seeing that the youth was too stunned to move, Akihiko relinquished his grasp and pointed a long finger at the signature line of the paper he was holding.
Too overwhelmed to speak, Misaki reluctantly nodded. Though slightly sloppier than usual, he recognized the characters drawn in his own hand.
As if this settled everything, Akihiko nodded and set the paper back down. As soon as his hands were free, they immediately sought to undo the front his Misaki's jeans. In a matter of seconds he was tugging these down off the boy's narrow hips.
Misaki's eyes flashed in fear and revulsion. If he noticed, Akihiko ignored Misaki's pitiful expression.
"When I make a purchase, Misaki, I fully intend to enjoy getting the most out of what I've bought."
"I'm not one of your damn toys!" Misaki yelled in one last effort at protest, but in truth he was exhausted, his stomach was threatening a full-out revolt, and the volume of his own cries was like an awl being driven into his aching head.
Akihiko ignored this as well. He stripped off Misaki's pants and then flipped Misaki onto his stomach like he was exactly that, nothing more than a pliant plush toy.
It was no use, Misaki suddenly realized, Usami had him right where he wanted him. He was trapped. He felt Usami's chilled hands rub up the backs of his aching thighs, over the quivering cheeks of his ass, and up his spine.
Misaki was mortified to realize that, despite his fear and revulsion, his body was responding. He pushed his hips down against the cushions in an attempt to smother his growing erection.
He heard the clink of a buckle being undone and the zipper being pulled on Usami-san's pants. Misaki felt the man force his thighs apart and slip in behind him, between his legs.
He let out a choking sob when strong hands grabbed his bruised hips and lifted them, positioning him for penetration. An instant later, his shame had been discovered. He felt himself shrink only slightly when a cool palm tightly gripped his hot, blood-filled shaft.
"Are you sure you're not a toy, Misaki? Because it seems to me, this lewd body of yours really enjoys being played with."
Misaki bit his swollen bottom lip again. He clasped his bound hands together as he felt Usami's thick cock nudge up against his already battered portal. He hoped desperately there was enough slick, be it lube or semen left from their previous activities, to ease the entrance into him.
Please, Nii-chan, save me. I don't think I can take being fucked again.
Misaki knew, even as he offered his silent petition, that no salvation would come.
His hope rose slightly, however, when Usami stilled for a moment. Then he felt himself pinned further as Usami leaned over.
Misaki had clenched his eyes shut, but he could hear a drawer being opened, the pop of a flip top and the sound of thick liquid being expelled. A moment later, his bruised portal puckered and he felt the cold drip of lube running down the crack of his ass.
Small comfort at least.
Misaki fought the desire to laugh hysterically. He felt the heat of his tears as they rolled down his face and he braced himself for the onslaught.
The pain of Usami's first thrust informed Misaki unequivocally that his prayer had been wasted. He bit his lip harder, tasting blood, and muffled a sob.
I'm not going to give the bastard the satisfaction of crying out, he promised himself.
He managed to keep his word almost 'til the end.
After enduring this newest round of sullying, Misaki lay exhausted on the couch. He was dripping with sweat, his breath coming in soft helpless pants.
Akihiko on the other hand, was sitting regally upright on the edge of the sofa, buckling his belt back up. A smoldering cigarette dangled loosely from the corner of his mouth. After fastening his belt, Akhiko stood up gracefully. h
He looked completely unruffled, despite the fact he'd not bothered to undress before taking Misaki. With a series of sharp pulls, he fastidiously set about straightening the few wrinkles out of his shirt.
Misaki shifted painfully onto his side. His still-watering eyes swept over Usami who now stood with his back facing him. He couldn't describe how much he hated him. He wanted to visit the kind of agony and shame he'd just experienced on Usami, but he was too weak now for that kind of challenge.
I'm so stupid. I should have just left the deal off… I should have…
This is what I get for causing trouble… for Nii-chan and Kajiwara-san… for Sumi…
I never should have let Usami-san's money sway me.
As Misaki silently berated himself a sense of loss and worthlessness overwhelmed him. Despite these feelings, as he continued to watch Usami behave so nonchalantly after what the man had done to him, his eyes hardened. He didn't feel his lips tremble or notice that despite his hate-filled glare, his eyes were filling with new tears.
"L-Let me go."
The volume of Misaki's gasp-dry throat was such it wasn't loud enough for Usami to hear him until he'd repeated himself in a louder voice which shook and cracked in between.
"Let me go!"
Akihiko raised his brows, surprised that Misaki had any energy left in him after the sexual thrashing he'd just experienced. He turned towards Misaki and took another drag on his cigarette.
"Certainly. Shall I draw the car around?" Despite the teasing tone, his eyes showed no mirth.
Misaki felt himself quail under the stern gaze. He rushed forward with his words before he lost what remained of his courage. His voice wasn't angry now: it was pleading.
"Look, I want to take the deal back. I want to just leave and forget this ever happened. I won't press charges against you… I won't ever mention any of this to anyone…especially Nii-chan. I don't care about the money or anything except going home. Please, Usami-sama... P-please just let me go."
This caught Akihiko's attention.
Misaki suddenly found himself with his cheeks held tightly between cool palms.
Akihiko's gaze fixed even more intensely on him. He leaned in closer, sizing Misaki up anew. After a minute of careful scrutiny he sighed, almost sounding regretful.
"There's no going back. You took the offer, I bought you, and therefore you now belong to me." Akihiko stated this last part very clearly.
Misaki sensed it was the mention of his brother and not the change in his address of Usami that had stirred the emotion he heard. He couldn't stop himself.
"Please, Usami-san…. Why?... Why would you do such a thing to me?
"Isn't my brother… Takahiro… your friend? Don't you think it would hurt him to know what you're doing... what you've done?
"Why, would you…"
For just a moment, Akihiko looked stunned.
Suddenly, Misaki spluttered and coughed. Akihiko released his jaw, but one hand remained possessively on his shoulder.
Misaki curled in on himself as his stomach spasmed. His head shot over the edge of the couch and he began to retch, the liquor and whatever else was left of what the previous evening's meal bubbled to his lips.
Akihiko watched with an expression of distaste as Misaki vomited onto his polished wood floor.
"I am through articulating my position, Misaki," Akihiko said once his new acquisition had stopped heaving.
"You belong to me now. You will be staying here.
"You might try to escape, try to leave, try to find some way to drag yourself back to the pit you'd crawled out of when I found you…
"Just remember, I am Usami Akihiko and you are nothing but a common whore who sells his ass for money.
"And if you think my actions would wound Takahiro, what do you think he would feel if he knew what you'd been up to on your own here in Tokyo?"
Misaki had finished retching; it was sobs shaking his slender frame now.
"Regardless of this tiresome speculation, let me make one thing very clear to you." Akihiko growled around his cigarette.
"Should you try to leave me before your year is over, no matter where you go or who you tell, you will be the one who suffers and is shamed. You … not me."
Beneath his hand, Akihiko felt the teen's pulse rise sky high from what he'd just said. He felt something stir in him at the fright that lit up Misaki's wide, green, terrified eyes.
Pushing down whatever soft thing the boy's expression had elicited in him, Akihiko focused instead on something newly hard that had also been called forth.
The thought of what he was about to do, again, disgusted him.
This is the only way, Akihiko told himself. He waited for the voice to contradict him, but for once it was silent.
He frowned at this as he stubbed out his smoke. He licked his lips, pushing the still lightly-coughing Misaki onto his back, unmindful of the pooled sick on the floor next to them.
"So…" he hummed, looking into Misaki's disheveled tear-stained face."Since you still seem to have so much energy, I think it's time for one more round."
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