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"Asami," Akihito tentatively began, "C…Can I see my mom?"
As soon as the words escaped his lips, he immediately regretted them.
It was two in the morning. Asami had just returned home. As the man softly pattered down the hall to the bedroom, deftly undoing his tie along the way, he was surprised to see his little pet awake. He didn't show it of course; instead, his face remained neutral, as if coming home to a waiting kitten was an everyday occurrence.
The boy was halfway between sitting and lying down on the bed, as if he had fallen asleep in the middle of waiting up and dozed off unconsciously, only to be awaken again when he heard Asami at the door.
It was terribly cute Asami had to admit.
His eyes were bleary, drooping so that barely a small slit of irises peeked through those long, silken lashes; he was rubbing on them with the back of his hand to clear his vision.
And although he should have know that Asami was going to take them off anyways, Akihito always made sure to wear pajamas to sleep. He adorned one now. They belonged to Asami. Although Asami wasn't sure why he bought any in the first place, probably only for propriety's sake, he was torn between feeling annoyed at the article of clothing obscuring the boy's slender figure, and feeling a surge of possessiveness at seeing Akihito wearing something that belonged to him. It was much too large, and hung on the boy's frame as if on the verge of falling right off. The collar slipped off a shoulder as the boy leaned over the bed to turn on the lamp, revealing a creamy expanse of skin and the faint shadow of a collarbone.
It almost made him forget the boy's question.
Almost.
"What brought this on?" Asami asked as he hung up his suit in the walk-in closet. He began unbuttoning his dress shirt next.
There was a mumble from the bed, too low to be heard by Asami in the adjoining room. "I'm dying," Akihito murmured to himself, waiting for Asami to return. His fingers were shaking, and he tightly clenched them together to try to stop himself from feeling more anxious than he already was. He tried to steel his resolve. It was taking a lot from him for even bringing up the topic. Before heading to bed, he had even taken a sip of some of the liquor in Asami's glass cabinet. He didn't know if he was allowed to have any, even if he was of age, but he figured that the situation called for something to calm his nerves. Unfortunately, it only burned his throat and added to his jitters. He drank but a small sip, and then put the bottle back.
Akihito had chalked up a lot of courage to ask that question. He wouldn't even consider talking to the man at all, preferring the least amount of contact as possible between them, but Akihito was desperate.
After a time of staying with Asami, Akihito greatly wanted to know what was happening with his family. During the day when Asami was gone, after Mai-san had left in the evening, when the penthouse was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard behind a closed door, Akihito would curl up on the thick Persian carpet, eyes deeply staring outside the window at the vast skyline. The rest of the world and him; only held apart by a sliver of impenetrable, bullet-proof glass. It was at times like these when memories of the life he led before would surface. And could you believe it that was hardly a month ago? Such happy mundane times that Akihito cherished more than the world.
How he would give anything to have it back, especially when he was younger all that he had wanted was to get away. Life's irony had never found a worthier subject than him.
He missed his mother's smile, missed her warm embrace. He didn't want the last memory of his mother to be that of the day he was taken away; but the sounds of her earth shattering scream – coupled with his own, and the anguish on her face, burned inside of his mind something dreadful.
When he dreamt, their final moments together are always replayed in his mind. Sometimes more gruesome, sometimes more tragic, but never happier. And when he was awake he pinned to hear her speak, even if it was just to scold him.
Nevertheless, when he voiced his desire to Asami, a sense of apprehension seemed to fill his chest, and Akihito wondered whether he should have spoken about it after all. But it was already too late. He couldn't take those words back now.
Instead of coming back to the room, the shower turned on, and the cascade of water droplets created a soothing sound that washed over Akihito's mind; that is, until the water stopped too soon, and within a minute, Asami came out wearing a bathrobe and drying his hair with a towel.
He tossed the towel into the hamper, and then sat down on the bed. Small beads of water fell from Asami's hair onto the comforter, and the heady scent of Asami's shampoo wafted over Akihito's nostrils.
But he didn't dare move.
It wasn't until Asami had lit a cigarette, blowing out a lungful of large cloud smoke, did the man speak. "I had asked, what brought this on."
Akihito never thought pass the thought of asking Asami. "I – I want to see her," he said.
Asami cocked an eyebrow. "Is that all you have to say?"
…...
"W…What do you mean is that all?" the boy questioned, a look of uncertainty passed on his face. The nervousness from earlier receded, and what took its place was the small stirrings of anger that appeared in the boy's eyes. "I want to see her. I miss her! The last time I saw her was when I was being dragged away by you! Plus, my father – "
"You miss her. Get over it." Asami interjected him.
"Wha..?" Akihito said uncomprehendingly. The look of uncertainty exploded into an incredulous scowl. "How can you say that?!" he questioned, rising on his knees and looking straight into Asami's face.
"Easy. I just did." Asami continued to smoke his cigarette.
"I…This…I don't understand anymore. Why can't I see her?" he demanded.
Asami sighed. "You are prohibited from contacting them. It is part of the deal your family made when I agreed to exchange you for their lives. Just be grateful they're not dead," the man said coldly, twisting his cigarette butt into the ashtray by the bedside table.
"How do I know that?" Akihito countered harshly. Asami's heartless words kindled the anger burning inside his chest. "You could have killed them and I wouldn't know any better since you've locked me up in here!
A hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of the pajama shirt he wore, bringing him closer to Asami's deadly gaze. "How many times do I have to tell you to watch yourself, Akihito? Clearly I have to teach you a better lesson because it's just not sinking in, is it?"
Harsh nips rained down on Akihito's neck while both of his hands were yanked over his head and held in place by one of Asami's much stronger ones. The anger that continued to intensify made him wreathe and fight against Asami's hold over him. He screamed at the man to let him go, screamed himself hoarse when Asami's other hand traveled down to expose his own cock from the confines of his pants.
No.
No more.
He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand the constant humiliation he faced every night from being violated by that man. The devil that toyed with him to no end. Akihito fought back with all that he was, all that he possessed.
"Bastard!" he screamed, the tears gushing down his face as Asami ripped off his pajamas and a finger slipped into his hole. "It's all your fault! All your fault! Because of you I don't have a life anymore! Stop! I don't want this…I hate you! ...hate you… so much!"
And suddenly, the next thing he knew, there was a cracking sound and Akihito's face violently tore to the side, head slumping on the pillow.
The left side of his face felt numb for a moment, and slowly, a searing pain fell across his cheekbone, the skin burning like a fresh brand.
Asami's large hands curled over his neck and squeezed hard enough so that Akihito had to struggle for breath. His fingers tightened when Akihito resisted. There was an uncontrollable rage that thinly glinted behind those swirling orbs. The man's eyes were narrowed into slits as he dangerously growled, "I am going to make you regret that outburst of yours. A little bit of punishment is in order."
When Asami turned to grab something from the locked dresser on the other side of the bed, Akihito made a run for it, but only got so far as the hallway when Asami dragged him back into the room by his hair, unforgiving hands digging into his scalp. He was harshly shoved back onto the mattress, and his hands were secured to the headboard, tauntly tied in place by thick rope. Both his legs were also tied to either side of the bed.
As Akihito continued to struggle, and shout at him, Asami deftly slid between his thighs. He coated his fingers with lube, and then plunged them into the twitching hole. A cry tore itself from the boy's lips, his body trying to hold back its response to Asami's fingers. Suddenly they slid out from him, and a thick vibrator was unceremoniously shoved in.
Asami turned it on and watched as the boy toss his head back from side to side, rubbing his sweat-glistening thighs together to stop them from shaking. The boy was such a slut, moving his hips already and it hasn't even been a minute yet. After another minute of seeing the boy try to resist from ejaculating, he set the speed up a notch, and watched as a painful cry forced itself out from Akihito's ragged mouth, and cum splattered on the bed sheets.
Seeing the slightly relieved look on the boy's exhausted face, Asami came over to him and whispered in his ear, "Don't look like it's over yet, little one." He secured a gag over his mouth and slipped a cock ring over Akihito's spent penis.
He looked at the remote in his hand. "I wonder how much battery there is left," he wondered aloud. "But I guess you'll find out," he said, looking amused at Akihito's already-glazed-over eyes. The saliva that dribbled down the boy's chin was unbeknownst to him.
After turning the device on to its maximum capacity, Asami dressed in his signature three-piece suit, turned off the bedside lamp, and left.