Flynn saw the light seep through his eyes, only remembering that he never wanted to see it again. When he finally saw his surroundings he remembered every little feeling invoked upon him that made him think that way.
'Damnit'
He didn't feel as fatigued, a sign that maybe the drug has worn off. He tried moving his arms, but it was a bittersweet realization when he saw that his movements were restricted. Something digging into his wrists, something rough a fringed and it irritated his skin immensely.
'Damnit'
A heavy splash of cold water hit him square in the head,it felt as if a stone had hit his face, and rushed down his entire body in a bone chillingly cold stream. He groaned as chills ran through him, but it caused him to finally gain enough energy to open his eyes. The moment he could, he processed the position he was in, and saw that he was suspended upright by his hands in the middle of a room, the walls were a deep red with black trimming, with matching colored furnisher that only a luxeror would be able to obtain. Judging by what was in the the room, two wardrobes and a bed, he could tell that this was the bed chamber...
'Oh god DAMNIT'
"Wake up, kid. I'm getting a little impatient." In front of him that bastard was scowling at him, holding the bucket that he used to dump cold water on him. "You were out for a while. Well, I suppose that was my fault." He flinched as Tayama dropped the bucket and sauntered over to him. He felt pressure on his sore spot as Tayama wrapped his hand on the back of his head, and scowled at his reaction.
"Your head still hurts?" The boy nodded, and Tayama retracted his hand and closed in their face. "Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind if we went a little slower." Once again he reached into his pocket and grabbed a familiar piece of wood, and just like before he pressed a switch and its blade shot from its side. Flynn squirmed, the rope digging itself into both his wrists and ankles.
"Are you gonna kill me now?" Flynn muttered sarcastically. Tayama hummed with a humored smile as he swayed the knife in front of his face, Flynn's eyes locked his own on the reflective glare on the blade.
"Killing you would be to easy on you, wouldn't it?" As if to taunt him with the sweet release of death, he held the blade to- but not quite touching the side of his neck, so close that the pulse of his jugular made his skin touch the very edge. "I'm hurt kid, you think death is more appealing than me?"
"Demons are disgusted by you, Tayama." He spat. The man scowled at him, backing away just enough to deliver a harsh slap right across his face.
"Keep quiet." Tayama warned as he gripped his chin. "You don't want me cutting anywhere that does't need to be cut, right?"
Flynn whimpered, and watched Tayama's movement, the way his eyes scanned his body thoughtfully, wondering just where to start. He came to the conclusion, pressing the edge against the juncture of skin between his neck and shoulder, digging slightly as he dragged it towards him, wincing as it split his flesh. The sigh of his blood spilling down the pale skin of his chest made Tayama lick his lips, he couldn't hold back the urge, and brought his tongue the wound.
Flynn grunted in pain, the stinging sensation was dull compared to what Tayama had done to his neck, but it was enough to make his toes curling pain as the man once again lapped up his blood.
He felt him part, and his blood tainted breath rasp against his ear. "We have all the time in the world, I'm not rushin' anything." The man whispered harshly. Flynn was silent, even as Tayama ran the knife across right above his areola on his left pectoral. He only winced, whimpering as he repeated this process of running the blade across his skin. His stomach, chest, and above his collar bone to the center of his chest, drawing blood with each slice. Tayama stepped back to admire his handwork, watching how crimson liquid dripped down his front, crossed with other trickles, down his legs and onto the floor. He looked towards his face, and saw that tears glossed over his eyes with his mouth slightly parted. Licking his lips once again, he began to walk around Flynn, inspecting his body at with the way it was held up. He was tense, but Tayama was still pleased with how his body looked. He concluded: "You make a nice decoration."
Flynn groaned, "You bastard."
Tayama stopped, Flynn looked over at him, watching him cup the flame of a match as he lit up another one of those sticks and took a brief puff from it before grasping it between two fingers and reaching behind his back.
A searing pain shot through Flynn, arching his back with shrill cry as he felt Tayama shove the red hot end of the stick out on his back, twisting and pushing it into the the embers into his skin. Flynn was heaving, tears running down his face as it stung his entire back.
He dropped the cigarette butt to the floor once it it was burt off, leaving Flynn breathing heavily with his head hanging low. He examined the burn he left on his shoulder blade, remnants of ash were in the wound with a blood smeared and dripping from the burn. It looked painful to say the least. "I… it's not enough." Flynn panted. Tayama's scowl deepend with a low growl, but he was surprised at Flynn still managing to talk back to him. "You think... I'm gonna give up?" He asked, lifting his head up.
He arched a brow. "I see you still need to be disciplined, little Samurai." Once again he reached into his blazer, and Flynn looked up to see the remote to his collar dangling in front of his face. "Do anything else out of turn and I'll press the button. You don't want that to happen, now do you?" Flynn was silent, only responding with a struggling glare beneath the tears. "Or, I can use your friends for my Reds. Your choice, Samurai."
His eyes went wide, what little bravado he mustered crumbling like that, and Tayama chuckled as he watched his confidence fall, "That's more like it." He put the remote back into his blazer and went back behind Flynn whilst scratching his chin. The boy sighed, his cheeks burning as he felt Tayama grip his buttocks with both hands and he tried looking over his shoulder as Tayama gripped and squeezed his buttocks. They where firm, but soft enough for him to get a good grip on. The boy looked over his shoulder to see him on his knees, then made a surprised 'oh'.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Flynn squirmed as he felt Tayama bite on one of his cheeks, gripping tightly onto his thighs has he did so. He ignored the Samurai's complaints, and kept biting until there where teeth marks when he parted. "You're… sick." Flynn uttered as his cheeks became redder. He wasn't sure what Tayama was trying to do, hurt him or humiliate him.
The man chuckled, "If it's so weird too you, why are you hard?"
Curse his body. Flynn, like before, couldn't hide his shame. If only his body had listened too his mind, then there'd be no way Tayama could use this to his advantage. "Damnit." Was all he could say as he glared at the floor. It made everything Tayama did catch him by surprise, but when he felt him spread he cheeks again he could feel his breath begin to speed up. Memories of the last encounter haunting him more so then they have already as he prepared for the worst, "Please… not again."
But what Tayama did was something the Samurai did not expect at all: with him still on his knees, he leaned in, burying his face between his ass and stuck his tongue against his entrance. There were no words that could describe what Flynn was thinking, if he could speak or think at all. There was just a surprised yelp as he felt his warm tongue against his entrance. Flynn squirmed and arched his back as Tayama continued wriggling his tongue around his entrance, and the man was making such loud noises as he was doing so, as if having a grand feast. "Oh g-god, what are you doing?" He was silenced with a yelp as Tayama gave his ass a smack.
Flynn grunted in pleasure, arching his back, so much that he would split in two as Tayama pressed his tongue inside of his entrance. Hew mewled in rapture, pre slicking the head of his cock.
"No one ever go down on you either?" Tayama parted from him just to ask.
"Gone down?" Flynn parroted, confused by his slang.
The man nodded his head, "You really are helpless, kid. That's just gonna make it more fun for me."
Oh God he figured him out, Flynn gulped as Tayama stood up and undid the hook that held the ropes to the ceiling, making Flynn fall to the ground with a loud thud. He didn't make any effort on landing on his feet, his whole body numbed by the torment that happened in such little time. Impulse said that he should run while he had the opportunity; but not being able to summon his demons, the collar on his neck, and his friends safety at risk, he stayed put. "Follow me, kid."
He was hesitant, stalling for as long as he could before standing to his shaky feet and following Tayama out of his bed chamber and into the main room where they had met only a few days prior. Thankfully no one else was there to see him like this- naked, wet, cut up and flustered after being forced to do such demeaning tasks. Tayama sat in the chair behind his desk with his legs spread.
Flynn noticed how he seemed to have a lot of things in his pockets: from the remote to the collar on his neck, the one to the TV, a knife and now a pack of those strange sticks he saw people around Tokyo put between their lips and smoke like a pipe. Flynn assumed they held the same use as they smelt similar, with minor variation. But now they held a different purpose, simply looking at them made the wound on his back burn.
Tayama lit up the end with a match and took a deep breath, his eyes scrolling back to Flynn with a bored look in his eyes.
"Here kid, get on your knees in front of me." He instructed, pointing down between his knees. Flynn's heart was racing, disgust flowing through him as he slowly made his way to Tayama and got on his knees, his face only inches from his groin.
With Flynn's hands bound, Tayama was at least nice enough to undo his pants, slipping the button through the hole and undoing his zipper so his manhood could bust through its confines. Flynn let out an unsettled moan. He could see it pulsing with cloudy drops of pre smeared around the head, giving it a dull shine. He looked up at the man, who only starred back with a raised eye brow.
"Go on, give it a lick why dontcha?" When he felt Tayama place a hand on the sore spot behind his head and pulled him closer, Flynn pressed his tongue against the shaft and slid to the tip where he wrapped his lips around it. A pleased, almost pained groan came from the man. There was a small part of Flynn that actually enjoyed the sounds he made, and he began to lower his head to take more into his mouth.
Tayama took a sharp inhale of breath, tilting his head back as he moaned at the feeling of Flynn's hot mouth around his dick. Between moans he took inhales of his cigarette, nearly choking on the breaths of smoke. Flynn clearly hasn't done anything like this before and yet he was already bringing him to the edge, the way his tongue slid against the most sensitive parts. He looked down at Flynn as he stroked his hair, rubbing the smooth strands between his fingers. "That's it you little whore, keep going."
Flynn was tormented, he was gagging, tears running down his face as he tried to fit all of it down his throat. He looked up beneath his eye lashes and saw Tayama looking right back at him, prompting him to quickly avert his eyes and concentrate on just getting it over with. Tears were glazing over his eyes, blurring his reality as he pushed more down his throat, slamming his eyes shut as he bobbed his head. Every push towards his hips was followed by a muffled choke or gag.
Then Tayama abruptly froze, and pushed his head down so that Flynn's nose was buried in the dark brown curls of his pubic hair. The question of why he stopped flashed through Flynn's mind for a fraction of a second before he felt something gush down the back of his throat. He began to choke harder than ever, desperately pulling his head away as Tayama groaned quietly with his release. With his head held in a vice Flynn had no choice to swallow the viscous liquid, gulping it down as it came so he wouldn't choke. When he was done Tayama loosened the force he put of his head, letting Flynn slip his mouth off him while his hand with still on his head.
Tayama looked at him as he took little breaths of air, and grinned wearily. He loved the dazed look in Flynn's eyes, but there was still flickers of fire still burning within those shining green orbs of his. After all he couldn't have snapped that easily, not someone who nearly destroyed everything the Ashura-Kai has done for Tokyo.
"Such a good boy." He purred. Flynn felt his hair get pulled back, and Tayama took this opportunity to tuck himself back into his pants and snub the cigarette out in the ashtray on his desk before speaking again, "Now, stand up." Flynn took note of how Tayama reached into his pocket again, probably for his remote, and Flynn closed his eyes as he stood up. "Sit on my lap."
Flynn gasped, his eyes looking at Tayama in confused shock. What was he trying to do now? The man was smirking as he held one arm out, inviting Flynn into some sort of sick embrace. Flynn expected worse, but there was something degrading about it.
"Come on kid, do you want you- or your friends to get punished?"
Flynn whimpered at the mention of his friends, he knew he was gonna use them to make him bend to his will, whether or not he was gonna act on his threats if he didn't obey didn't mean anything to him.
Silently, he turned around and sat his bare bottom on Tayama's lap. With the all the hesitation, he was more than surprised when he was forced to turn around his his wide open in front of him.
He was now really confused, with all the torment and pain Tayama had just put him through- why such gentleness now? Surely this had to be some sort of malicious reasoning behind this, but now the worst thing he was doing was biting his neck a bit too close to the teeth marks from yesterday. He was just thankful it wasn't the newest one on his opposite shoulder which began to crust over with dried blood.
He shuddered as he felt Tayama kiss and lick his neck, his free hand pinching and pulling at his nipple- once again being thankful it wasn't near the wound. There was without a doubt a stirring in his abdomen, at least a more noticeable feeling, and Flynn simply loathed to admit in any way that he was enjoying this. After all the abuse from yesterday, being cut up, burned and forced to give him oral today, the tenderness of what he was doing now was more than welcome. Tayama had to have known that, feeding off his weakened state like this. He felt his hand slip from his chest to the back of his head where he pulled him in for a kiss.
Even how he kissed differed greatly from yesterday, poking his tongue at his own, raking his hand through his hair. Flynn's nose was bumping into his glasses, but he didn't seem to mind. For some reason Flynn was giving in a lot quicker than he realized, and he was horrified when he saw how much he was enjoying Tayama's lips on his.
He shifted his legs with a groan, and he felt his lips curl as they were pressed against his. "I know you're enjoying this, kid." He murmured, "You're not good at hiding it." As if to prove his statement, he gripped Flynn's cock and began to stroke. Flynn whimpered, wrapping his arms around the back of his neck and resting his head on his shoulder. He knew he had to resist what Tayama was doing to him, but his body was so sensitive and eager.
"Yeah, you like this." Flynn stayed still, knowing Tayama would use any reaction to his advantage. "Come on, say something. Be a good boy and moan for me."
He was hesitant, but with the thought of his friends always lingering in his mind it made him less reluctant to obey. "T-" Flynn stuttered, at least that's what he was telling himself. "Tayama."
Tayama pulled away from Flynn and looked at him with a demeaning scowl, "Ah, ah, ah. Address me as 'Master Tayama' from now on. Got it?"
Flynn quickly nodded his head, "Yes Master Tayama." Being quick to obey demands was something that came naturally to him, but in this case he should be doing the complete opposite. He should be objecting, fighting back, screaming bloody murder. Tayama's head shouldn't even be on his shoulders. Yet here he was, and with him being lowered to such a state he had no choice but to comply.
With his lips curling, Tayama stroked his hair again, "Good boy. Do you want me to continue?"
Flynn nodded his head, "No." He had to fight back, he's giving up to quickly.
"No?" The hand on his back quickly went to pull his hair upwards, "And I was being so nice to you, you little whore."
The realization that him fighting back at this point got him nowhere kept him silent. "Do you want me to hurt you or you friends even more?" Flynn shook at him with wide teary eyes, whimpering as Tayama pulled his hair further back. "Now, I'll give you another chance. Do you want me to continue?"
"Yes."
He looked displeased. "Yes…" He said, trailing his voice upwards. Flynn realized his mistake.
"Yes Master Tayama." He repeated.
He winced at that sinister chuckle he's all too familiar with now, but withered in pleasure as Tayama began to pump his erection once more. He buried his face into his neck, panting against his ear hard enough to make his curved jade eating sway with his breath.
"That's it kid, give in." Flynn kept stifling his moans, that feeling starting to build up in his gut once more. He arched his back, wincing as he felt like he was going to burst. "But first, tell me you want to come."
That odd phrase again, but Flynn was beginning to know what he meant. This powerful sensation building up in his belly begging to be let out, that's what he wanted to do, right? "I… I want to come?"
"Hmm, a little louder." Tayama purred.
"P-please Master." He closed eyes and pressed his lips onto his ear, hoping he wouldn't have to say it as loudly, "Let me come."
And it worked, with another hum of contemplation Tayama nodded, "I'm letting you off easy today. You still need to behave better, cause I won't be so generous next time."
Flynn wasn't listening, he was practically weeping as Tayama's steady strokes of his hand was enough to bring him orgasm. Squirming and grunting as his climax landed on the mans suit. Yet he still made a dissatisfied grunt, "You need to build up some stamina, can't have you getting worn out so fast."
Flynn whimpered, "I-I'm sorry Master." He sobbed, "Thank you, master."
Tayama was silent, when in reality Flynn's apology surprised him, he didn't know how to respond to him. He simply stroked his damp hair as they sat in silence. Flynn was surprised to think that he wasn't hating what was happening, like before this was heaven compared to what Tayama has done to him already.
And then he finally broke the silence, "Get up."
Flynn was less then hesitant to get out of that position, hopping off Tayama's lap to let the man sat up with a grunt. With Flynn following him, they walked back into the bed chamber, a heavy silence loomed between them until Tayama simply ordered him to sit on the bed.
"This is where you'll be staying from now on." He stated, "You're not to leave this room without me, got it?"
Flynn nodded his head, but something Tayama said earlier was bother him; but he was struggling to ask. What did he mean by 'Hurt your friends even more'? He wasn't implying that he already did something to them, right? "Is… is."
"Spit it out." Spat Tayama. He seemed more stiff, not even looking at him. Now he was vulnerable, this was his chance! That is until he faced him again, glaring at him beneath his shades, "Well? What do you want? I can give you anything."
Flynn hunched his back. 'Anything but your friends' is all he heard. He wasn't gonna even entertain the thought, or bring it up as wishful thinking.
"Something to drink perhaps?" He suggested. "Or to eat? I'm certain you've haven't eaten anything for awhile now."
Flynn grimaced. How could anyone have an appetite after all of that? Though Flynn couldn't deny how he hasn't had anything to eat for the past few days, at least not anything filling, and rations shared at the Hunters Association hardly qualified as that. Even as he thought about it an unflattering growl emitted from the pits of his stomach, making Flynn flinch as his body once again agreed with Tayama.
"So you are? Can't say I'm surprised." He walked over to Flynn, hunching over slightly to stroke the boy's chin, looking him in the eyes as he did so. "But don't worry your pretty head, I'll take good care of you." Even with the spark of possessiveness and a whole breed of violence he would inflict upon him, there was gleam of promise. But none of that mattered to Flynn as he knew Tayama was just using him for his sick desires like he was a child's doll.
"I'll call for something to eat. In the meantime, get some rest." He smiled mockingly, "You're gonna need all the energy you can get." He cupped the cheek he had slapped earlier, and gave the other a rough kiss. He winced, his lips irritated the cut on his cheek he had forgotten about. He left with a quick peck to his lips, and the moment he parted Flynn fell back on the bed, wincing at the sheets rubbing against his burn. He could hear Tayama doing stuff around the room, lighting a match for his cigarette, calling up to see if he could get any food for him and his 'guest', his smartphone clicking shut. He could hear him exhaling clouds of smoke, the scent of tobacco permeating the air, making Flynn scrunch his nose in disgust.
Tayama sat on the bed next to him, the scent stronger than even, he sat with him in silence, and in return Flynn didn't do anything. He kept his eyes shut, is breaths steady and relaxed his facial muscles, all to give the impression that he was asleep. It seemed to work, as Tayama began to stroke his loosened hair in silence. It was a simple, innocent gesture.
In his head he imagined Jonathan, how his friend would sometimes stroke his hair when they found a place to stay for the night. He would sometimes wake up to the man smiling gently as he stroked his loosened hair. Flynn struggled to keep his face relaxed as the thought of Jonathan kept him at peace until he he wasn't faking sleep, a passing thought of Jonathan not being there when he wakes up tomorrow haunting him all the while.