…~Week One~...
The next few days were much like the first. Izaya remained chained to the wall at all times with the collar around his neck. However that wasn't all. His "master" also left this limbs tied to the bed, leaving him unable to move freely even after the effects of the drug had worn off. He was told that if he continued to follow demands, he would eventually be rewarded with the removal of the ropes.
It left Izaya feeling rather claustrophobic, the effect amplified by the small, cold, dark room. The only time Izaya saw light was when Jiro entered the room and turned the light on. He quickly began to prefer the dark because of what the light meant. It meant he was about to be violated again. If he resisted, he would be beaten, or left alone in a filthy mess. If he cooperated and followed all instructions he would be rewarded with food (if one could call that slop "food"), water, and if he was lucky, Jiro would unlock his collar with the key in his pocket and Izaya would get a bath. A bath which involved his arms and legs being tied while his "master" washed him, but it was something. It was degrading, but the drug pumping through his veins made it easier to sleep through that part.
Every time his master showed up they went through the same routine. The lights would come on, Jiro would give him a syringe full of that dreadful drug, then he would be used for his master's pleasure however the man saw fit. He would then be punished or rewarded depending on his behavior, and then he'd be alone once more, tied to the bed in the dark. Occasionally, Jiro's visits were brief and only consisted of giving Izaya water or food and bringing him over to the bathroom. However Izaya could never be sure what the nature of each visit was until it started.
It hadn't taken long for him to lose track of time. When he slept, there was no way to tell how long, and Jiro seemed to show up at varying intervals. Izaya was sure this was being done on purpose in order to further disorient him.
Izaya shivered in the dark as he reflected on his situation. Jiro had visited him 10 times so far. Izaya had only followed instructions twice when the hunger pains became too much. Jiro, however, didn't seem to be put off by his defiance. He would deliver punishment as needed with no sign of anger or frustration. In fact, he often smiled when Izaya refused to follow orders.
A small cough broke the silence in the room. Blood was was still coming from another cut on his lip where he had been hit just a few minutes ago-punishment for not opening his mouth-and his chest hurt from being kicked-a consequence for gagging on his master's cum.
Feeling strangely hopeless, Izaya wanted desperately to curl up into a ball; however, his arms were still tied to the bed frame above his head. For the first time in his life, Orihara Izaya was completely at a loss on what to do. Nothing fazed Jiro. No taunts, no threats, no tricks. Nothing. With his body rendered useless as a tool for escape, words were his only hope-and they had failed him.
He wanted out. If he couldn't escape soon he would surely go mad. Constantly in the dark, constantly alone with only his thoughts. The only contact he had with another human being was in the form of pain and humiliation.
Izaya jumped when he heard the door open. Surely he wasn't back already…? It had only been a few minutes! The light flickered on to reveal Jiro in the doorway, holding an ominous looking bag.
"You know," he began, "I couldn't help but notice you've reacted to this differently than most people would,"
Izaya remained silent, glaring at the man standing before him.
"You haven't yet asked me why I'm doing this, or why am I doing this to you specifically."
This time Izaya spoke, though his voice was much quieter than it had been in the past. "I've made a lot of enemies already," he said, "I haven't asked because I assume either I've indirectly done something to you to piss you off, or you're just a pervert and I happened to be your type," he paused for a moment, considering the options, "Or both."
Jiro set the bag down by the door and took a few steps closer. "Well, you're partly right. But only on the surface level. Yes, I was specifically targeting you because of something you've done. Actually because of everything that you've done. I wanted to study you, Izaya. It's quite interesting how you've gotten to be so successful as an informant so quickly. I spoke to some of your past clients and many of them seemed to feel a certain fear when I mentioned your name. At least, the clients of yours who were average citizens. Those Awakusu people didn't seem in the least bit afraid, though they don't seem to trust you.
"It's your confidence I think that gets to people. It makes you seem as if you know what you are doing even when you don't. A boy like you in the underground could be very dangerous. The thought of obtaining something so potentially dangerous excited me.
"When it comes down to it, you're here because you're a brat who has gotten too confident. And just like you, I love to see people like that taken down. Wouldn't you agree that it's entertaining to watch someone break?"
"Who says you can break me?" Izaya spat.
"Oh I will make sure you do," Jiro replied.
"What, with behavior modification? Operant conditioning? I've studied this stuff. I know what you're up to with all of these 'rewards' and 'punishments'. It's not going to work."
Jiro smiled. "Just because you've studied it doesn't mean you're immune to it."
"Influencing a person's behavior doesn't change who they are,"
"I never said I wanted to change you, Izaya," Jiro continued, smile growing wider, "Just to break you. If you don't want the reward and punishment system anymore, that's fine. I can always just hurt you for the sake of hurting you without any rewards. It's rather fun, actually."
Muscles tightened in Izaya's shoulders when a feeling of intense rage blossomed in his chest. However he did not speak.
"That's what I thought."
There was a tense silence for the next 10 seconds while Jiro bent down to dig through the bag he had brought with him. When his hands emerged again, he was holding an uncomfortably large plug along with a vial of something Izaya could not see.
In all honesty, Izaya was far too exhausted to care what his master had planned for him next. He didn't bother fighting. Instead he lazily watched while Jiro filled a syringe with the liquid inside of the vial from the bag. In this moment, there was no point in trying to struggle. His limbs still felt too weak to move and even if he did, all he would accomplish is getting that needle stuck painfully into him from a weird angle.
So instead, Izaya closed his eyes and tried to ignore the feeling of a foreign substance being injected into his arm.
"Good boy," Jiro whispered, giving Izaya a pat on the head.
Izaya winced when the plug was pushed inside. He was still very sore and the feeling of something large stretching him open again was extremely unpleasant.
When Jiro stood back to admire his work, Izaya shifted uncomfortably. The design of the plug made it difficult, if not impossible, to push out on his own. He lifted his gaze to see if he could read Jiro's actions but the man had a way of keeping his intentions a mystery.
"The drug I gave you is an aphrodisiac," he began. Izaya's stomach felt as if it dropped at those words. "It should start taking effect in a few minutes. I've been such a selfish master, I decided I should let you have a little fun too. After all, it's unhealthy for a boy your age to go too long without a little release."
Izaya could only stare in horror as Jiro turned his back and left the room, shutting off the light and closing the door behind him.
The next few hours were torture. Still tied down, Izaya had no way to easily relieve the growing sensation of need. His body began to get hot and no matter what he did, he couldn't make his erection go down. When it got to be too much to bear, he began shifting his hips in a desperate attempt to get himself off via the plug's pressure against his prostate. Soft groans of frustration filled the room while he attempted to complete this humiliating act.
In the end, it wasn't enough. He had cum once and it hurt. There was no pleasure in it. And it still wasn't enough to make his hard on go away. His cock began to hurt from being hard for so long with no satisfying release. He gave up his embarrassing hip movements as he simply did the best he could to wait out the effects of the drug.
The sheets beneath him were soaked with sweat by the time he finally began to feel himself cool down. The pain lessened over time, and by the time it was finally gone, Izaya had passed out.
He woke to the feeling of being dunked into cool water. Jiro was standing over him, reaching for the soap while Izaya lay in the tub, too exhausted to move.
"I was surprised to see how little you had cum," he said, "I guess next time I'll have to leave you with something more, hmm?"
"N-no…" Izaya pleaded in a whisper, his eyes too heavy to keep open.
"Ah, don't sleep just yet!"
Izaya felt a cup pressed to his lips and the moment the cool water touched them he began to gulp down the water given to him to relieve his parched throat.
"Good boy," Jiro said for what felt like the millionth time that day.
But Izaya didn't care.
He merely closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was anywhere but here, being cleaned up by his captor.