Still haven't written anything in like 2 weeks... I only have 2 more chapters written after this and then nothing. I will try to get something done but I am having a really hard time writing anything halfway decent.

I am gonna be participating in the renaishizaya event on tumblr which is basically just a solid month of fluff fics and art related to shizaya, so maybe taking a break to write and draw fluff will help me get back into writing this fic. (I won't leave this fic for the whole month though! I plan to try and do both since the fluff will just be one-shots This fic is my main priority).

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"Now that I have your full attention, let me explain the rules."

Izaya stared up at Jiro, anger beginning to spread through his veins. He hated this man. And he was sure that the next words he was about to hear would solidify that hatred.

Once again, Izaya tried to move his body to no avail. He closed his eyes to concentrate on getting even just a little movement only to be forced to pay attention when a hand roughly grabbed his jaw and angled his face upwards again.

"I guess a good place to start would be to look at me when I am talking to you," Jiro said forcefully, his grip on Izaya's jaw tightening, "Really, Orihara, you have such bad manners."

Izaya let out a sound that could only be described as a growl. The grip on his jaw combined with the drug coursing through him making speaking a difficult task.

"The rest of the rules are very simple. Understand that you are now my property, Orihara. And as my property you are to do anything and everything I tell you to do without question. Defy me, and you will be punished severely. Understood?"

Auburn eyes narrowed in response. Yes. He hated this man.

"In addition," Jiro continued, tightening his grip on Izaya's jaw until Izaya was sure he would be left with bruises, "You must call me 'Master' at all times. Failing to do so will also end with you being punished. You are mine now. Nothing more than a slave for me to use as I please. Now answer me, Orihara. Do you understand your position?"

Jiro shoved Izaya backwards, releasing his grip on his jaw as he waited for the informant to answer.

"I..." Izaya struggled through the drug induced paralysis to form his response.

"I... am not... your property."

Their eyes locked. Izaya's glare darkened while Jiro's expression only seemed to brighten before a fist knocked their gazes apart and left a sharp pain on Izaya's cheek.

"I had a feeling you'd say something along those lines," Jiro said, hand returning to his side, "but you no longer have a choice in the matter. You are my property now."

Despite his situation, a smile appeared on Izaya's face and a chuckle escaped past his lips. "Humans… are so funny…" he began, hating how difficult it was becoming to string words together, "I love all of them, however I am quickly finding myself hating you, Kimura-san."

The air left his lungs when Jiro's fist collided with his chest. A cough escaped him as he instinctively curled into himself while attempting to catch his breath.

"You are meant to call me 'Master' now, remember? Don't forget too soon Orihara, or else I'll make sure you never slip up again."

A tense silence fell between the two for a few moments. Izaya then noted precisely how silent it was. For an instant he wondered where this place could be located for it to be so quiet… or how thick the walls might be for that matter. He was torn from his thoughts when Jiro finally moved again.

Izaya attempted to respond by moving away, forgetting for just a moment that he was unable to move. It was then that Jiro pulled roughly at Izaya's legs, forcing him out of his slightly curled position. With one hand hooked under his legs and another his arms, Jiro tossed Izaya back onto the bed with a surprising amount of strength.

Izaya could only passively allow himself to be moved when Jiro flipped him onto his stomach-which he couldn't help but notice left his dick in a rather uncomfortable position.

He could feel Jiro pull at his ankles to straighten his position on the bed. It was at this time that Izaya truly realized the purpose of the drug he had been given. Rather than being pulled into unconsciousness like whatever had been in his drink earlier, this drug only made his muscles weak and unable to move properly. He was still decently alert, though a little foggy, but he could feel every touch with his senses on high alert as a result of his paralysis.

Rough hands hooked under his hips and jerked his body back, lifting him so that he was positioned on his knees, face pressed into the bed.

He wasn't naive. He knew what was coming next and he did his best to prepare for what was sure to be a painful experience. He could handle the humiliation for the time being until he found a way to escape.

Izaya was no virgin, but he wasn't necessarily practiced either. He had only had a couple sexual encounters in the past and only one of those times did he bottom.

There was very little preparation. Izaya ventured a guess that Jiro had intentionally left him underprepared to cause more pain. Teeth clenched tightly as that cock forced itself inside, taking Izaya for only his own selfish pleasure while Izaya was left wincing at the pain and holding back a scream.

By the time it was over, Izaya was sure he was bleeding. He felt different now that Jiro had finished with him.

He felt filthy.

Violated.

Weak.

How could he have let this happen?

Izaya closed his eyes and waited silently for the signs that Jiro was preparing to leave him. Pants zipped shut followed by the jingling of a belt. He should be leaving any moment now…

Silence. And then…

CRACK!

A small yelp slipped out of Izaya at the unexpected pain on his right thigh. He snapped his gaze to the source of the stinging pain in Jiro's hand.

"It's real leather, you know?" he said motioning to the belt in his hands, "Oh! You didn't think I was actually done for tonight, did you? Oh no, sweetie, we are just beginning! Consider this phase one of your obedience training."

CRACK!

This time he was struck on his ass. Izaya hissed in pain, unable to remain quiet. The man wasn't holding back even an ounce and Izaya had to admit that belt really hurt.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Ask me to stop," Jiro goaded, "Ask me properly, and it will stop."

Another glare was Izaya's only response. He knew Jiro was trying to get him to call him "master", but Izaya wouldn't give in. If he could hold up long enough, maybe Jiro would give up for the night and he'd have time to find a plan of escape.

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Bruises were forming all up and down his pale skin. He could see the splotches of purple beginning to show underneath the red, irritated skin. He was bleeding in a few spots where the belt had struck at a particular angle. Jiro had abandoned the belt a short while ago in favor of using his fists.

The pain was growing harder to bear. It was beginning to take much more effort to resist saying the words he knew would end the pain. In all his life, Izaya had never taken a beating quite like this. Even fighting with Shizuo hadn't left him with this much damage. There was no way of knowing how long it had been so far. It felt like hours, yet Jiro was still going, albeit gradually getting slower.

Just a little longer now… I just have to hold out a little longer until he tires out…

There was a taste of iron in his mouth as he swallowed. His lip was bleeding from a particularly hard punch which Izaya was grateful hadn't knocked out any teeth. He was about to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm the shaking in his limbs; however, just before he could draw in a breath, he collar around his neck was yanked harshly by the chain, pulling Izaya along with it. It pressed painfully against his trachea while Jiro continued to pull upwards on the chain.

A feeling of panic suddenly grew inside him when he realized he couldn't breathe. His body was still too weak to hold himself up, meaning the majority of his weight was now held by that collar. He tried to lift his hands to grab at the collar to get even a small amount of leverage so he could breathe, but he couldn't.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Jiro taunted, "Go on, try to fight back. Better hurry, you're looking a bit pale already."

He was shaking violently now. He couldn't stop. He tried to cough, but it only made the sensation worse. Was he going to die like this? Because of his pride making him refuse to speak?

Black spots invaded his vision and the room began to spin. He was going to die. This was it. His heart raced despite the lack of oxygen. His lungs felt as if they were contracting painfully, desperately trying to pull air in. It hurt and he couldn't even speak anymore to save himself.

No, please… Not like this… Izaya thought as his vision went completely back.

His head smashed against the hard mattress. The pressure suddenly released its crushing hold on his throat.

Through violent coughs his lungs took in deep ragged breaths. His heart was still racing and his body shaking tremendously, but he could breathe and see again.

Izaya opened his mouth to speak when all too soon it happened again. Jiro pinned him against the wall this time, holding the chain above his head, cutting off his air once more.

"Sorry," that voice that was beginning to make Izaya sick spoke again, "my arm got a little tired, but don't worry, I have another. I can do this all night if we have to."

When he was released again, Izaya tried to speak quickly.

"Stop!" he coughed, "Plea-!"

He was cut off again.

"I'm sorry, were you trying to speak to me? I didn't quite catch that!"

The chain slackened again.

"No more-!" he choked out before the chain was tightened again.

"Who are you speaking to?" Jiro asked with a wild grin.

Izaya cringed. He only had time for one word and he knew what that word was meant to be.

The chain slackened yet again.

"MASTER!" Izaya yelled. There was a pause. No choking sensation. Tear-filled Auburn eyes lifted.

"Yes? Do you have something to say, my pet?"

"P-please. No more. M-master…" he whimpered.

"I think you're right," Jiro said, patting Izaya's head and dropping the chain, "I think that's enough for tonight."

The coughing continued while Jiro gathered his things. By the time Izaya finally caught his breath, Jiro was opening the door.

"See you soon, pet," he said, closing the door behind him and locking it with a soft click.

Izaya stared at the door. There was a bad taste in his mouth that didn't have anything to do with his bleeding lip.