A day or two later, everyone was called together for a meeting.

"I wonder what the hell this is all about," was the consensus, most saying this phrase or something similar to it. It so happened that they were called together to meet the new head. He was relatively good-looking, and felt attracted to Ryou almost at once when he laid eyes on him sitting in the back with Bakura, Malik, and Marik. He asked about him and he was told who he was and everything about his sentence. This made the commissioner grin, planning an elaborate "date" with Ryou for that afternoon.

"Ryou, the new commissioner wants to see you," Ryou heard as he and Bakura were tossing the tennis ball back and forth to each other.

"Why?"

"He didn't tell me," the guard replied, "but please come with me." Ryou gave Bakura a kiss before following the guard, who escorted him to the commissioner's office.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Ryou asked shyly when the guard left.

"Just call me Miko," said the commissioner, wrapping his arm around Ryou and guiding him to the desk. He had silently locked the door, not wanting the pretty boy to escape.

"Ryou, can I call you that?" The boy merely nodded. "Well, I have a proposition to make you, Ryou," he said and paused, waiting for Ryou to speak.

"Yes…?"

"Well, I know you didn't commit that murder, and I was going to work to see how I can get you released."

Ryou smiled and jumped for joy. "Thank you, thank you!" he said, shaking the man's hand.

"Ah, but you haven't heard the rest." Ryou settled down and waited, getting an unpleasant feeling in his stomach.

"Everything has a price," Miko continued, lounging in his comfortable chair, "even this favor. And this is a big favor. Are you willing to pay?"

"Yes, yes!" he said, "I'll pay however much you want!"

He smiled. "Good boy," he said.

"How much?" asked Ryou, wanting to get the deal over with.

"My dear boy," Miko replied, "Whoever said anything about money?"

Ryou blinked, his stomach contracting in a sickening way. "But I thought…"

"My dear boy, you should never make a deal unless you know all the terms. And since you agreed, you must follow through on your word."

Ryou wanted to cry, he wanted to race back to Bakura and hide from this man. And he tried. He struggled with the door, unable to open it. Miko pulled him away from it and held him by the wrists.

"You can't escape, Ryou. If you get out, you'll be separated from your cellmate and put into the isolation chamber with that big guy. What was his name again...? Ken?"

Ryou stopped fighting and hung his head in defeat. "What would you have me do?"

"Well, first off, strip," he said. "It'd better be sexy, or you'll have to do it until you get it right." He returned to his seat, legs crossed and waiting for Ryou to start.

Ryou's head hung with shame as he started, swinging his hips a little as he removed his clothing piece by piece.

"Head up," said Miko, to which Ryou immediately obeyed. "Be proud." Ryou felt like he was becoming the most worthless human being alive. When he finished, Miko nodded his approval. "I expect better next time," he said, "but I'll accept that."

He motioned Ryou to come over, which he did. Miko tied a ribbon around the base of his cock, two large bells nestled between it and his balls. He was then given a fake dildo and told to kneel.

"I want to hear the bells," he said. Ryou stared at the long, cool thing in his hand for a moment before giving it a few tentative humps. "Come now, Ryou," said the commissioner, "I know you can be louder than that."

Ryou whimpered and developed a steady rhythm. The dildo quickly warmed up and it reminded him of Bakura's cock, which quickly stirred his flaccid member to life.

"Faster," he heard and obeyed, the bells singing as he humped the false dildo in his hands. When he was almost at his climax he was told to stop. He didn't stop immediately and had the hot dildo forcefully taken from him. He felt a shock from a taser, nothing bad enough to hurt him but enough to shock. "Listen when I give you an order," said Miko. "Now, I want to you try it on the real thing." He sat back in his chair and spread his legs.

Ryou whimpered and shifted closer, pulling Miko's straining cock out of his pants and sucking on it. "Come now, Ryou," he said, his hand to the back of his head. "You can do better. I want all of it in your mouth."

Ryou strained, managing only another inch before gagging. "Don't you know anything? Or is your release not good enough?"

"I don't know…" he whimpered, releasing the male's cock to the cold and allowing a few tears to fall down his cheeks.

"My dear boy," the male said and stroked his hair, much in the same way as Bakura might have. "You need to swallow in order to do it. Come on; show me how much you want to leave this dreadful place."

Ryou sobbed silently, swallowing the huge thing with difficulty and running his mouth up and down its length as Bakura often did to him. Come soon splattered all over his face and chest, mixing with his salty tears.

"You need to be much better next time you come here," Miko said, pulling Ryou into his lap and forcing him to spray come all over the floor. He removed the ribbon and the bells and pulled out a long thread of leather from his desk. Ryou was lying against the male's chest, panting quietly and ignoring him for the time being. That is, until he felt ice pressing against his member. He struggled, but Miko had a strong hold. He smiled when Ryou's cock had shrunken in size. He tried to wrap the leather around it, but Ryou fought back. Miko sighed and handcuffed his hands behind his back and did as he wanted.

Ryou sobbed openly when the leather was wrapped so tightly around his limp cock that the blood couldn't flow. After his cock was restrained to the pervert's satisfaction, his sack was given the same treatment. Ryou was placed face down on the floor, his rear end propped up in the air. His legs quivered from the pain in his groin.

"Be a good boy," he heard the male say as he felt something big and cold being pushed into his entrance. He screamed and tried to escape but Miko held him still, immersing the entire length of the dildo inside Ryou. He held it against his hips as if it were his real one and gave a few test thrusts before he found the spot that made Ryou's throat emit wanton moaning. Miko grinned, rocking his hips back and forth, striking that spot again and again. Ryou's hips moved desperately, trying to free his manhood of its restraint, but it was to no avail.

Miko enjoyed this. He enjoyed being in control, he enjoyed having power over the naïve youth beneath him. He would save outright screwing him until the very end of Ryou's proposition. For now, he would taunt him with a promise he would never get, watch as he fell apart and then screw the last ounce of dignity out of him. He gasped softly when he heard his name in Ryou's angelic voice, shushing him when he started to ask him a question.

"Talk time is over," he said, hitting Ryou's sweet spot with particularly great force. Ryou cried out in delight, his cheeks flushed deep red and his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. He was whimpering in pain for all the pleasure he was receiving though. His member ached, wanting to rise and release his precious essence. But Miko's will was stronger than Ryou's muscles, denying him that freedom for what seemed like eternity.

After half an hour of that strenuous humping, Ryou was barely registering the pleasure anymore. The cries that came from his lips were cries of pain, his cock going numb, come backed up and putting much pressure on his insides. Miko sighed, wanting his fun to last longer, but he decided that his "date" was nearing its finish for the day. He removed the dildo from Ryou's rear and pulled a flask from his desk. He yanked the leather off of Ryou's cock and forced the flask on it before it became too large to fit. He pressed his hips against Ryou's and forced him to thrust. His cries turned to those of pleasure and he thrust with gusto. He came violently soon after and collapsed, but Miko knew better than to let him quit then.

"My dear boy," he cooed in his ear, "there's still more, your penis is becoming erect again." And so it was. Driven by the pent up pressure, it was becoming stiff again without stimulation and urging Ryou's hips to give a few quick jerks. It took nearly ten minutes for Ryou to come again, but was still not finished. After another ten he climaxed violently, everything that had been pent up now in the flask and swirling. Ryou was exhausted. The exhaustion penetrated the depths of his muscles and made his very bones ache, but he wasn't done yet. The flask was removed and pressed to his lips.

"I can't keep this here, Ryou," said Miko in his ear. "You need to drink it all up. If you spill any, we have to do that all over again."

Ryou sobbed, swallowing the sickening fluid as it was poured into his mouth. He was careful not to spill any, not wanting to perform the whole ritual again. When Miko was finished with him, he removed the handcuffs and told him to be back in his office at the same time the following week. He unlocked the door and watched Ryou struggle to put his clothes back on. He smiled as he watched the poor boy crawl out of his office and back to his cell.

Bakura's head snapped up from where it was hanging on his chest and ran to the guard who was holding a semi-conscious Ryou. He was crying silently as he was shifted from one man to the other.

"What happened, Ryou?" Bakura asked, wondering how Ryou could be so dead tired.

Ryou's lips struggled to form the words and his voice had left him, rendering him mute. The guard said he saw him collapsed outside of the new commissioner's office. Bakura's eyes narrowed.

"Come back in the morning. I want to hear from Ryou what happened and I want you to be here when he talks about it. The guard merely nodded and left.

Bakura took Ryou up to their bunk and undressed him. He gasped and wanted to cry. Ryou's member looked pathetic; the leather had left telltale marks like when one wakes up in the morning and the sheets had left imprints on one's face. Handcuff marks had bit into Ryou's wrists. And out of curiosity's sake, Bakura check his rear end and felt his stomach drop, seeing that it had been torn again. He jumped off of the bed and shrieked for a guard to come see.

Ryou had been conscious the whole time, his eyes barely slit open to at least look at his handsome lover. When he saw the look of horror on his face, he felt worthless. He thought Bakura would never love him now since he had been marked so brutally. That was his last thought, passing out as Bakura shouted, seeming to be very far away…

When Ryou woke up, it was late in the morning the following day. He didn't want to wake up yet, snuggled against something warm and familiar and wrapped in a blanket like a baby. He recognized Bakura's familiar scent and forced himself to look up at his love. Bakura looked troubled and exhausted, not having slept the night before as he had calmed Ryou from various nightmares all night.

"Oh, you're awake," he said when he noticed Ryou looking at him.

"Bakura…" he murmured softly, leaning up to give him a kiss. Bakura returned it tenderly.

"Miko…" he said, shifting Ryou to look at him. "He did nasty things to you, didn't he?"

Ryou looked down in shame and told Bakura everything that had happened. Bakura listened silently, then pressed Ryou to his chest to hide him from everything.

"He wants me to come back next week."

"Well, that's not going to happen," Bakura replied, making Ryou look at him again. "The guards and the doctor had a look at you while you were asleep and they had evidence to look at the security tapes of the commissioner's office. That bastard's out of a job and in another prison for rape. You don't have to worry anymore, Ryou."

Ryou started crying, happy that the ordeal was over and he was safe with Bakura.

"I'm never leaving you again," he said, burying himself in Bakura's chest and planting a soft kiss there.

"I hope you don't," he replied, rubbing Ryou's back gently and kissing the top of his head. "I'll always be there to wipe away your tears…"