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Chapter Seven: Secretarial Duties
Joey stood outside Kaiba's executive suite, waiting to catch his breath. With supreme effort he walked to his car and drove to Ryou's penthouse just on the other side of Kaiba Corp's Multiplex foundation. The young billionaire provided grand scale homes for his elite staff; Joey was an exception he preferred to live closer to his old friends, his only source of comfort, but tonight he needed privacy.
'Ryou please pick up,' he willed the thought to take root in the presence, 'I need you.' The sticky sensation around his upper thighs felt like warm blood and it burned his tender flesh. In and out of a daze the young secretary danced, he needed attention. The phone continued to vibrate in his ear; he already dropped it twice. 'Damn it I feel like I'm going to die on this manicure walk-way. How fitting the path my life has taken, I've been dumped on the sidewalk like a common whore.' He tried to laugh but his body hurt too much. Finally a familiar voice rang loud on the other end.
"Yo, who's there?"
"Ryou, I'm down stairs."
"Well its safe , come on up . . . no hot babes . . . . Just me and bro."
"I can't move, please . . . ." The line cut off and Joey passed out.
Ryou with Bakura's help lifted the secretary up on his feet and they balanced him between their shoulders and guided him upstairs.
"Damn, what happen," Bakura barked, "Who did this to you, I'll cut him up in little pieces and burn the shit head. No first I'll cut off his dick and feed his ass to my dogs."
"No you don't understand," Joey tried to stand but fell down on the hard wood chair. "Ahh. . . ." His face screamed extreme pain. All the blood disappeared from his gentle features.
"Ryou call a doctor!"
"NO! Why do you think I came to you, please," tears coursed in streams down his cheeks and formed pools of salty water in the deep hollows of his shoulder blades.
"Bastard, so you want to protect him," Bakura turned to his brother and knotted in agreement. "Ok Joey we'll keep your secret, but he didn't have to be so rough."
Silently the boys stripped Joey of his clothes and survey his injuries, for once Bakura kept his comments to his lonesome self. Ryou chattered on like a nervous sparrow building a nest; his hands fluttered like feathered wings over the boy's body to calm his broken spirit.
"Kura prepare a bath, I have some healing salts and medical wash on the top shelf above the shampoos."
"Yeah, yeah, damn ass hole," Bakura swore under his breath. "Rich bastards are all the same, dick heads."
"Kura . . . you jerkin' off or something, hurry up with the meds, we need to stop the bleeding. His anis was clearly swollen but at least he didn't need stitches, just a gentle hand and he had four willing to help him through his orientation to the dark side. Sometimes men were not always gentle with their lovers and the results could be nasty. Joey had been raped by medical standard, but you'd never get him to see it that way. In his mind he'd believe he was somehow weak or not sexy enough to deserve better attention.
"It was Seto, he raped you," Bakura couldn't contain his anger any longer. Hell the sadist knife wheeling bodyguard loved ruff sex, but with an experienced lover, even he had morals in the bed. His own brother was so delicate and he expected a lover to treat him with kindness, so this pissed him off.
Joey twitched, "No I ask him too . . . . It wasn't like he forced me. . ."
Under Ryou's gentle hands Joey had been asked to lay flat on his stomach. Ryou applied medicine and water proof bandages to his ass and inter thighs. Both brothers exchanged glances and measured their next words; the devoted secretary had to be in deep shock.
"Joey you're bleeding, your body is covered in bruises and you haven't stopped dripping tears since you arrived. This ain't love," both brothers spoke together.
"I know I never said he cared," he turned over and continued to talk through the pain. "But I can't stop loving him."
"Damn it man, you wanta die!" Ryou scream. "He's only using you cause of that damn red hair bitch."
"Leave me alone, I don't need your pity." Joey tried to move but only lapse back on the bed.
"Where do you think you're going? Just giving you a wakeup call, man it's your grave," Bakura fussed, "I really don't give a shit."
"Baku," Ryou glared.
"Don't screw with me Ry, I know you got your eyes on that younger Kaiba, but if he hurts you in anyway, I'll take him to his grave," Baku needed a cig or at least something to punch.
"Baku get those warming back pads and the new fluffy pillows, they're in the closet on the top shelf." Ryou whispered in an attempt to settle his brother's rage.
"You mean the new ones,"
"Yeah, and hurry your ass up." After a warm bath Joey was moved back to Ryou's bed and sandwich between thick blankets and fluffy pillows. Bakura wrapped his goin in a cotton loin cloth, Japanese style. The pillows were to rest his hips on, you could still see Seto Kaiba's hands prints on his ass and thighs. Seto stretched the boy wide open past his limits for a virgin.
"Ah . . . you going to be ok . . . want anything to eat." Ryou asked.
"No I'm fine . . ." Joey turned away from his savers and buried his head under the covers.
Both brothers hesitated but finally left Joey to his own thoughts. "Man do you think we did the right thing, he's still in shock," Ryou whispered.
"Ryou . . . Bakura . . . please don't leave me alone," a pitiful voice floated down the hall.
Ryou slowly moved next to Joey under the sheets and held his face in both hands. He gently caressed his cheeks. "You wanta talk?"
Bakura slipped in behind Joey, "Don't be afraid I'm not going to hurt you. Here let me get behind you and I want you to rest on my chest." Joey hesitated, but he complied trusting his associates to care for his heart. He pulled the boy in-between his legs and wrapped Joey in a gentle embrace. Joey continued to cry and as Bakura drew lazy circles on his chest. Eventually Joey drifted to sleep in the comforting arms of his friends.
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"Ah . . . morning Kaiba-sama," Ryou croaked out. He was in Joey's office picking up some documents Joey asks him to bring to the penthouse.
"Ryou, I've been trying to reach that lazy ass secretary, but he's not at home or answering his cell." Seto looked around the empty office.
"Oh . . . I was just on my way to tell you. Ah . . . Joey is staying at my place for a couple of days. He ran into a little bit of trouble last night so I'm watching him, since he refused to go to the hospital for treatment."
Ryou shuffled his feet and hugged the files to his chest. "He can be so stubborn. Ah . . . it won't be a problem I hope."
"Get the hell out of my building and tell him to call me. I'll decide who takes a vacation and when!"
"Yes sir," Ryou left and paged Joey. "Man give him a call, he's being a real bitch. The office workers are all walking on egg shells."
"Whatever, I'm having breakfast, you did tell me to stay away," Joey mimic Ryou's words from the night before.
"Ok, don't you be a smart ass too, but at least you're feeling better."
"I get it, I'll call him right away, and even though Kaiba treated the boy like shit he'd been one of the few to handle his rages.
"Joey, what the hell's going on and why aren't you at work?" Kaiba screamed into the phone.
"Why . . . you ask me why!"
"If you can't handle it, I'll find someone who can, now get your ass over here!" Kaiba slammed the phone down.
"So you're going in," Bakura spoke he'd heard the entire conversation.
"Bakura, I'm scared this time!"
"Yeah you should be."
"No it's not that, but I've withheld some information and if he finds out . . . ." Joey couldn't finish his words.
"If it's about that red-haired freak, I think you should burn the crap. Just fake it man and give him all the shit and move on. His ass is so loose you can see the moon shinning in board daylight up it, he won't notice a missing page or two."
"Hey any word on the young Kaiba," Bakura inquired.
"Yeah we found the yacht, but the fool jump ship with his lover. Kaiba is going to shit his pants when he finds out."
"Yo, the limo's here." Bakura parted the window blinds as he twirled his knife between his fingers. "Later dude . . ."
"Have dinner ready, I want sobe noodles." Joey ordered.
"Hey Joey stay away from Seto he's bad news. Just take care of business and come back to us," Bakura winked and toss Joey a tube of cream. "Use it three times a day."
"Ah . . . thanks for last night."
"Cool,"
About an hour later Joey walked into Kaiba corp. he was nervous and scared as hell.
True to his word Joey prepared all the secret files he had and left nothing out. 'Next stop Kaiba's office.' Quietly with a special brew of coffee in his hand he walked inside the lion's den. His legs were shaking as he laid Amelda's complete file on Seto's desk top.
"Morning Kaiba," he handed Seto the coffee.
"Morning was over two hours ago, ass. Where the hell have you been?"
"Didn't Ryou give you my message?" Joey inquired.
"I don't take messages from bodyguards." Seto walked over to Joey and whispered in his ear. "Does it hurt . . . can you still feel my shaft in your ass, moving in and out?"
Joey ignores his taunting and lowers his eyes to the notepad in his hand. "I have the files you order everything on Amelda, it's quite impressive."
"Yes it is, very tight and I want some now. It's important that you are trained."
"So you're ignoring me, and attempting to deny my pleasures," Seto walked up behind the boy. Turning slightly Joey looked into the blue eyes he so loved. Eyes he hoped would look at him with love and affection, not lust.
"Take off your pants . . . yes . . . . That's good. . . Did I tell you to turn around? I don't want to see your dreary face." Joey flinched at the sound of Seto's zipper ripping down.
"Seto, I'm not ready."
"Well I don't have all day, get it together."
Joey quickly oiled his hole and Seto pushed him down on the edge of his desk. Seto thrust in deeply and Joey cried out not from the penetration, but the lack of feeling as Seto grinded him into the cold wooden desk. Thrust after thrust caused Joey's eyes to roll upward inside his head and he lost his breath for seconds, yet the secretary refused to cry although the pain reach down to his toes which were curled up into little knots. Two minutes later Seto zipped up his pants fully satisfied and forced Joey to take notes; after all time was money. Joey wanted to cry, he'd reserve his tears for later with Ryou and Bakura.
"Boss . . . . Turn on the new. . . .So sorry" Bakura bowed low but his movements were frantic. He'd crashed into the suite without knocking.
FLASH, YATCH HAS JUST EXPLODED OFF THE COAST OF JAPAN. OWNERS OF THE YACHT HAVE NOT BEEN IDENTIFIED. STAY TUNE FOR MORE BEAKING NEWS.
"Ahhhhhhhh . . . ." Seto turned to Joey his eyes filled with rage and confusion.
"I'm on it . . . . Seto don't panic, Mokuba left the yacht earlier in the morning. I'm sure he wasn't aboard. Ryou get Kaiba's jet really we leave for the coast in fifteen minutes."
Joey immediate called the local news station. "This is Kaiba of Kaiba Corp., cut the yacht story immediately or close down the station forever NOW!"
"Sakura you know what to do, call the newspapers and any fool who would dare exploit this incident. Seto lets go, we've got a plane to catch."
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Wow this is the best yet . . . . . Sorry Jou, but this story really belongs to Amelda and Seto… Promise in the next chapter our Red Head will be back….
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