Chapter 2. Control

Warnings:Adult themes, AU, Sex

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Control. That was the one word that flowed across the blonde's mind and kept him from destroying everything that surrounded his body. His hands clenched, his back stiffened, and his mind fought the nauseating feeling of short circuiting. Control. Simple precious restraint. The solid principle and lesson that he would not let go of. Without it he would be reduced to a mindless beast, an idiotic primate, a common mongrel. Chains, the imprisonment of being whore, without this one word he'd lose the miniscule part of his soul that he had salvaged and kept hidden. Without it he'd be just another jaded human, a conformist. He'd be just like the other working boys that stared out at the world with hollow eyes and a mind that that was so warped that they just allowed life to slowly slip through their fingers.

Still, there were times that he felt like giving up, letting go of everything, and transforming into a good "pet". Routine, the word that he grimaced at and felt like butchering it until nothing remained. Routine, the story of his life, the thing that kept him imprisoned in a box lined with regret. The one thing that, in his mind, kept time flowing and customers lining up to push him down upon his knees to fuck him into the floor. It kept him having to wake up every morning and find himself following a set list of rules and restrictions. A starving dog had a better life.

The sun would peak over the edges of the horizon. Splashing a faint stream of color and he would be awaken by the screaming of his boss's voice. Quickly he leave his roach infested room and go to service whatever need his keeper demanded of him. Most mornings a simple blow job would be all the labor Mizuki demanded of him. On the days when Mizuki wanted more he was forced to bear his master's sick fetishes. Whips, belts, knives, and even a scorching poker were just some of the things that turned the slob of a man on. It was bruising, it was degrading, and he bore ever second of it.

When he had finished such a grotesque act, he was expected to cook for the man. In return he got pushed to the floor again and used as a table. Later, after the youth had dusted off the crumbs and strips of food that the beast that spewed across his skin the blonde began the act of cleaning the entire harem. Hours passed and after his hands were scrubbed raw he'd continue tending to his master's sick desires. By the time the sun had set and darkness claimed the land he was pushed into a room and forced to don a costume.

His hair would be pulled, his skin burned by bleaching cream, his nails scrapped clean and painted with toxic smelling paint, the blonde's eye lids encrusted with over the top expired makeup. His body would shake, his lungs begging for air as he squeezed into a corset that was pulled to the point of suffocation. He was cheap, he was affordable, and he was there for the pleasure of others. He fit the act to a tee. Years of such work had turned him into an expert. Afterwards, after he had lain on his back, allowing the customers to have their way with his body, he'd pick up his clothes and prepare to be accosted by Mizuki.

Nothing changed; time continued on, nothing shocked him except the splash of cold water every morning that he was "graced" with for his bath. So when morning came and he had fed Mizuki, he had expected to start cleaning. He had expected to scrub the floors, all the while ignoring the pain that shot from his stomach and burned like a smoldering fire. Mizuki hadn't been kind with his abuse last night, he never was. He groaned and braced himself as he walked down the hall toward the cupboards that held the outdated cleaning supplies. Reaching out to grasp the handle he was startled when he pushed to the floor and found Mizuki barreling down the hall. Suddenly he was lifted up and dragged towards the room that held as the working boy's wardrobe. Uneasy curiosity presented its self to him as Mizuki began screaming orders and he was rushed into a silk black kimono.

The fabric slide across his skin like water and he wondered why he was being allowed to wear such an expensive article. Normally the blonde was draped into a handy down, frayed yukata that had belonged to two other boys. He wondered even more why his routine was being broken and why he thrown into the harem's fanciest entertainment room. He knew that Mizuki hadn't used this room in the years, the woven bamboo doors were sealed, and a warning issued to never enter it. All around his fellow job companions were furiously scrubbing at dust. He wasn't dumb, he wasn't naïve, and he suspected what was to come out of such strange occurrences.

Lost deep in thought he didn't hear the rustling of fabric as two other working boys settled beside him and music began to strum throughout the room. What did shake his pensive thinking was the sound of Mizuki's high pitch voice as he rambled on about his establishment. The Yellow Dragon was Konoha's only harem that employed men and underage boys. Its entrance was faded, the paint peeling off in places, but its reputation for giving a customer an amazing time were known through the county. As soon as the sun disappeared the Yellow Dragon's door were thrown open and he was thrown to the floor.

"Hahaha, yes of course we can accommodate you and your vassals. Yes of course we offer that!" Mizuki's normal stressed baritone voice was raised several decibels as he barked out replies to who ever had shown up at the Yellow Dragon during the morning hours. He wasn't shocked, he wasn't that surprised, he knew what was expected of him. The bamboo doors slid open and four men flowed through the entrance. They held their heads high; an air of supremacy was thrown about as all except one was smothered in silk.

He bowed, his fingers and head touching as he bent forward. Seconds passed before he withdrew from his position and stared into the eyes of the man that was arguing with Mizuki. The man was greedy and he could see that his boss clearly was going to charge them a hefty fine for their services.

"Fine, fine, fine, but the rumors about you and your employees must exceed my standards" He wanted to laugh, to mock the man that had subtly tried to express how important he thought he was. It was all the same, the customers were never anything different.

Mizuki smiled and clapped his manicured hands. Seconds passed and two servants appeared with trays sake and rice cakes ladling its surface. More words slipped from Mizuki's mouth as the men made themselves comfortable.

"And just let me say what an honor it is to have you seek us out. I'm sure," he turned to look at the blue eyed youth as he spoke. His eyes glassed unspoken pain if the he let his will surface and committed any unruly acts of defiance. "That everything will be to your liking. I'm lending you my best after all."

"Ahhh so this must be the Thorned Rose that everyone speaks about." The man, the fastest and most swabbed in cloth turned his glaze upon the blonde youth. He snickered inside. The Thorned Rose. That was his title, his nickname. Mizuki stumbled with his words at the remark, his eyes growing dark. The blonde secretly smirked. He had been graced with such a nickname after he had bitten off the penis of his first customer. He had been a well known merchant and word had gotten around about the boy that gave dangerous head.

"Yes and I hope he remembers his manners" Once again Mizuki sent him a look as two of the fat man's vassals turned their attention from Mizuki to him. He stared right back. They were wrapped tightly in gold silk, perfume sprayed across their body like lotion. The smell drifted to his noise and he fought the urge to gag. It was hideously potent, reminding him of Mizuki.

"Ahhh, but where's the fun in that?" He heard the fat man answer Mizuki and he was tempted to give him what he wanted. However the repercussions weren't worth it. Mizuki continued to talk, until the client grew annoyed so he quickly left, slamming the bamboo door and running off to count his money. With him gone the men advanced and the blonde went to work. Sake was dished out and greedily slurped down, rice gobbled up with speed, and clothes shed fast. They were drunk within seconds and immediately the lord's two vassals threw themselves upon the concubine's colleges. They screamed, the men's excitement building at the noises and the two other working boys surrendered their bodies to their clients. The blonde wasn't as lucky as the lord grasped his wrists and threw him to the floor.

He grabbed his ankles next, spreading his thighs widely apart. His clothes were ripped off, exposing his naked body. He shivered as air collided with his skin and he turned his head from the man who began licking his chest and stomach. This was what he was used to, turning his head to the side as men had their way with him. He'd just stare at the wall and wait until everything was over with.

However his eyes didn't hit the wall this time. Instead he met the eyes of the lord's third assistant. He was the only one not smothered in ridiculous clothes, the only one that had not gotten drunk, the only man that had not moved from his spot. He stared at the blonde, his black eyes bored into his and the concubine did something he had never done before, he blushed. His face reddened at the site of the man, his glare sending shivers down his spine as his boss pounded into the youth. The man, his hair so black it contained blue hues, never allowed his eyes to stop staring, to stop glazing at the blonde. He was a silent wall with a face handsomely stern.

"What's your name?" The blonde heard the question asked by the beast that had grabbed his mouth. It was a common question, normally the concubine would answer the Thorned Rose, however this time he refused to give his alias.

"Uzumaki…Naruto" He breathed as he turned his head again and met pitch black. "Naruto" he said again and like the man leaning against the wall, he never stopped staring. Not when he was forced to show how he had been giving his nickname, not when he was forced to suck his client off. He nipped at the throbbing organ, giving the man the best orgasm of his life. Still, when he once again thrown to the floor and pounded into by the fat man, all he could do was blush and be held captive by blackness. For the first time in awhile something unroutine like had happened.

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