Aster took his time undoing the brass button on Jack's pants, unzipping the brown material and sliding them down his pale legs. It didn't escape him how delicate the boy looked underneath him or the sound breaths whooshing from the boy's soft lips. Anyone could see how prepossessing the white haired orphan was-and that was the other thing. Never had Aster seen such pure hair. Aster hated the snow so reminiscent of Jack's spiky tufts because he could never get passed the freezing touch, but he couldn't bring himself to think any less of Jack. Jack-even though he looked cold with his icy glares and bitter remarks-was actually quite warm when Aster raked his hands down Jack's front. Aster ran a hand through that mop of hair, letting his fingers catch on every knot and then trailed his fingertips down the vast expanse of skin. Oh, how he wanted to see more of it! Aster tore off Jack's pants with one last tug and ripped the blue hoodie keeping him from feeling every inch of Jack's skin.

Wait a second, Aster reprimanded himself. The boy was attractive, but he didn't love him or anything like that. Such emotions were above him. He was a mob boss with a substantial and sometimes very stressful amount of work to do. He earned a plaything every now and then. That's all Jack was.

When there were no irritating clothes to impede him he circled his arms around that lithe waist and brought Jack as close to him as he could. Aster wanted to take his time with this; in the time Jack had been held here, never once did Aster get to observe him in such a serene state. There was no hollering or cursing or flailing limbs trying to kick him away. It was a dangerous feeling, but Aster had the ability to anything he could have ever wanted to do. Jack likely would be out for awhile. And that gave him a greedy amount of liberty.

Aster ran his tongue across Jack's chest and held the boy tighter. He liked that his arms wrapped completely around the smaller form, Aster could squeeze the life out of him if he wanted, Jack was a lot slimmer compared to him. The boss wasn't known for being intimate with his play things but he couldn't help the overwhelming need to taste the boy's parted lips and confirm they felt as soft as they looked. He nibbled along the line of Jack's ear and nipped at the skin around his neck and nape. His soft touches grew more aggressive the more heated Aster felt and soon his innocent nibbling turned into rough bites that made his jaw sore. Through all of it, Jack only flinched and groaned in his sleep.

And then Aster was done playing. He leaned back on his calves and undid the buckle of his belt, sliding the strap of leather off and tossing it to the floor. Originally he was just going to undo his pants, but why not go all out? He discarded all his clothing to the side of the bed without checking to see where the crumpled heap landed. The tip of his cock twitched in excitement as he pulled Jack's legs apart enough for him to settle between them. The familiarity of the whole scene was oddly comforting; it had been awhile since Aster had ravished someone like this. But he couldn't deny it was a little different. His past partners were beautiful, but they were never this striking. Everytime he so much as scraped the boy's flesh Jack whined and writhed under him. They were the most angelic sounds the crime boss had ever heard; he wanted to hear more.

Aster didn't waste any time guiding himself into Jack's heat, but had a hard time getting fully sheathed. Damn he's a lot tighter than expected, Aster thought to himself. What kind of orphan didn't put out for money? Apparently this one, Aster groaned silently and pulled out, grimacing at the cold air brushing his prick. This was inconvenient, but if he didn't do this there would be a mess to clean up. Aster hastily pushed two fingers past the ring of muscle between Jack's legs and pumped them in and out a few times. Jack whimpered again and furrowed his eyebrows. Aster saw the boy's jaw clench, probably in discomfort, but Aster made no attempt to stop. He added in a third finger and listened to the strangled cry that came from Jack's throat. As much as Aster loved hearing all the different sounds, he really wanted to skip to the main event. He scissored Jack's opening a few times and removed his fingers. At the last second he decided to spit in his hand to use it as a lubricant. It wasn't much, but it seemed to be doing the job, as did the minor prep because Aster found it much easier to push himself inside.

He groaned at how hot Jack was on the inside and how tight his walls felt around his cock. It felt like a goddamn vice grip. And it felt pretty damn good. Jack of course mewled in unconscious protest but showed no signs of waking up. Aster took that as his cue to move and started a fast pace, using his hands to pull Jack's hips closer to meet his thitalic Aster thought when his breath began to fall short. Sweat built across his brow and dropped onto the jolting form under him. Jesus, when was the last time he had a fuck this good? He wondered. There was no way he was ever letting Jack get away from him. Not after this. The snide remarks and foul mouth he could learn to put up with.

...

It was black outside when Jack woke up. He tried to sit up but was stopped when a sharp pain in his back forced him back down. Sleep was unachievable for him, especially withe the gang bass still wrapped around him. Aster's snoring filled the otherwise silent bedroom. Jack glanced down at his body and started to count the fading purple bruises along his legs, ribs, and chest. It was a sick way to occupy one's self but he didn't have anything better to do.

He examined the ugly looking splotches all over himself and his lip curled at every one of them. If he could -or even had the will to-look at his arms and collarbone he might have found similar marks. How long had it lasted? Jack wasn't sure, hell he didn't want to be sure. He didn't want to know. He knew what he felt. And he didn't feel anything good. The marks on him varied from small bruises of a reddish brown and larger bruises of a deep purple to bright red bite marks. In short, everything hurt. Especially that space between his legs still dripping cum he was trying so desperately not to pay attention to-but it became increasingly difficult the more he remembered.

Of all the awakenings Jack had had in his time on the streets, never had he awoken bare in a slippery silk bed with one of the most feared men in the town hovering over him. Jack had never felt anything like this either. There was something foreign inside him and it pushed uncomfortably against his insides. The second he realized what was happening he tried to scream but his voice caught in his throat and only a strangled cry escaped.

"Don't. Struggle," The mob boss ground out between quick thrusts. Aster's fierce green eyes carried the same powerful domineering glare they held when Jack first saw them. The difference now was the sheer hunger emanating from them in waves.

"S-stop it!" Jack croaked but the dark green glower silenced him. He knew for a fact with all of his being that he had no chance of getting himself out of this one. His head hurt, his ribs creaked from within his chest when Aster slammed into him again, a little more forceful than before. Moving was undoubtedly out of the question-especially with the older man pounding him into the mattress. The other thing impairing his mobility were the rough calloused hands gripping his hips and forcing Jack's whole body against his own. The sheer closeness and intimacy of it only did to make Jack feel sick. Damn it, he hated it. He hated feeling so confined and incapacitated. When was the last time he felt so helpless? "Please. Let go." God, stop it please. Stop. Stop. Stop!

Aster only glanced up, his eyes conveying the denial to Jack's requests and the thrusting slowed down. Jack thought the man was done, maybe it was over and that's why Aster was slowing down. But just then there was a sharp pain in his chest and he whipped his head toward the area as fast as his blossoming migraine-or possibly concussion-would let him. Aster held his gaze again, his threatening glare against Jack's petrified stare, and bit down again on Jack's chest. Jack screamed, now knowing full well what the pain was he was feeling and he tried harder to pry the man's body away from his. Jack wasn't sure which was worse; everything was just one goddamn nightmare.

"You get the hell away from me!" He shouted above his cries, but his throat was raw from screaming and he couldn't say anything more than that. He tried to twist his shoulders away-since he had no chance of ripping his hands out of the handcuffs-but Aster took his hands away from Jack's midsection and pinned the boy's shoulders against the mattress, halting his struggling altogether.

But Jack couldn't take the feeling anymore and he tried to forcefully push Aster out of him by bringing his knees up and using them to keep Aster at a distance. It did work, Aster pulled out and Jack let out a whimper of relief. However, Aster wasn't finished and he merely shrugged. The boss gripped the back of one of Jack's knees and slung the leg over his shoulder. Jack's eyes widened at how easily Aster held the offending limb. The short chains on his ankles kept Jack from lifting his leg up any higher; he felt even more exposed than before and he couldn't get his leg back down. Aster held it there against his neck with inhuman amounts of strength.

"Don't fight me mate," Aster growled and leaned in toward Jack's ear. Jack shivered at the hot breath being so close to him. "You know you've lost," Aster whispered to the younger male. "You know you had this coming."

Jack tried again to evade the voice that somehow followed him wherever he went. It was like it was already implanted in his mind, following him to the deepest recesses of his conscience. Aster was right, he knew this might happen, and he tried to run anyway.

Aster snapped his hips forward, burying himself completely and Jack screamed again. The burning pain came back full force and Jack was past trying to hold back any tears. After every bout of thrusting Aster would bite down on his skin hard enough to draw blood and leave trails of tooth marks down his front, and then started licking at them affectionately was messing with Jack's head. Jack screamed every time he felt that strong jaw split his skin but found himself whimpering with every soft lap at his blood. It was more of that stomach churning, false affection-revolting affection-to think Jack might actually be enjoying the gentleness, but then Aster would sink his teeth into him again and all that pleasure vanished in an instant. He could only squeeze his eyes shut and tug at the cuffs on his wrists until it was all over.

...

"Talk to me."

"I don't want to," Jack stayed rolled over, facing away from the bed's other occupant.

Aster snaked an arm around Jack's waist, "don't mope. You know I didn't have a-"

"A choice?! Is that what you were going to say?!" Jack whirled around. "You could have chosen not to be a goddamn rapist!" Jack shouted but his facade fell through in an instant, the emotional toll from the last few days finally syncing with today's events. At first he thought he could grasp his situation and get out of it like he always did. But now...he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.

Aster looked taken aback by the younger's outburst. None of his toys yelled at him. Cried, yes, but they never raised their voices. They knew better than that. For a brief second Aster thought he needed to have the boy again. Maybe letting him sleep for most of it was counter productive? But then Aster saw the shaking boy with his back to him and was once again reminded how small the kid was. "I'm sorry."

Jack growled and almost rolled over to glare at the gangster, almost, "what the hell is that supposed to mean? You think you can get away with whatever you want with a half-assed apology? You think I'm just going to forgive you, and let you screw with me again?!"

"That would be nice."

This time Jack did roll over. He rolled over and slammed his fist into the man's sternum. Aster's breath whooshed out of him but to Jack's surprise, he started laughing. This fucking bastard has the nerve to laugh?! Jack screamed internally. "What the fuck are you laughing at?!"

"Jack, I'm not a bad person-or, maybe I am. But I'm a decent man. Maybe not the most morally driven or most intelligent-definitely not the most innocent-, but I do genuinely feel bad about hurting you," Aster stopped laughing during his mini-speech. "I'm laughing because of that. I don't recall having ever felt bad or guilty about anything in my life."

Jack stared at Aster incredulously as the man wiped a year from his eye and another boisterous round of laughter ensued. He scoffed, "that doesn't surprise me at all. You're horrible." Jack rolled back over and moved as far to the edge of the bed as the chains would let him.

"I am horrible," Aster repeated and scorched closer to Jack. He threw an arm over the boy's waist and drew him in until he was pressed against his chest. "But for some reason it bothers me hearing it come from you. I can't promise never to touch you again. In fact, it may happen again soon. But promise that you won't make me feel guilty about it?"

Jack scoffed again in his raw, teary voice, "how about you promise never to touch me again and I'll promise not to make you feel guilty about it?"

Aster laughed, "that's a nice try, kid. Don't pout, it just makes you look even more irresistible." Then Aster buried his face in Jack's neck and inhaled his scent. He promptly forced Jack to turn toward him and the boy didn't struggle. Jack was too tired and too sore to do anything. Tears soaked his face and new ones began to silently spill out. Aster kissed them away in that disgustingly loving way as they fell. But Jack didn't have the strength to push him off. He lay there and squeezed his eyes shut as the older man licked over his bruises and hickeys and pressed his lips against every scratch. Aster shushed him as if he were trying to console a small child-smaller than Jack was.

At some point in the gentle treatment, Jack must have fallen asleep momentarily because the next thing he saw was the blackness of the skylight and the dim ambiance of the room. He felt dirty and he couldn't do anything about it. He was stuck to that bed in those chains. This all happened because he wasn't smart enough to find a way out. He would find a way out eventually. There was no way he was staying here waiting to get raped.

For the rest of the night, Jack occupied his mind with figuring out another escape plan. Now that he got a good look at the compound he was being held in, he had a better understanding of the layout and main exit points. Or lack thereof, he added in his head. It would be a thousand times harder but he was determined to do it.

Then an idea struck him. Aster only had him locked up like this because he knew Jack would try to run off. All I have to do is get him to trust me, Jack reasoned. I suppose I can play submissive for awhile.

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Thank you to all my reviewers and those who faved and followed, it means so much! I'm so sorry I couldn't reply to all of them but I love reading them and they remind me I have chapters to write. Here are some replies:

Aekidna: I'll agree with you there! I'm working on getting out of my comfort zone with my writing so thank you for reading, I really appreciate it.

Guest: Thank you! You probably noticed I went with your idea.

WinterCrystal1009: I'm glad you like it! There's going to be a lot of smut in this so hopefully it won't be so awkwardly written next time. I get you, I'm thinking of making a smut index at the end for those who don't want to read a full story! Thanks for reading!

AyameKitsune: You will get plenty more, trust me. I'm planning on making this a long term story! Thank you for the support!

Loaf tree39: Thanks! Detail it is. And Pitch will be a major character in the story later on!

Trargur3 (who might also be the other guest?): Aster is an asshole, you are most definitely right about that! Pitch will have a reaction to all this but I'm still working out what sort of reaction he'll have. I'm try to refrain from letting any characters get too OOC. Thanks for reading!