Dominate Me

Disclaimer: All characters belong to SquareEnix and I make no money from this.

Warnings: BDSM, yaoi, language, violence, smutty writing, drug use, forced

Summary: What started as a game between lovers turns into an all out war for Dominance over the other. As personal life and business start to collide, will these two violent lovers ever solve their problem? Perhaps some outside help would be beneficial…or not.

Chapter 4: Heinous acts

"Are there any pending cases that need attending to?"

"Nope."

"Not even the Ricter Gang case?"

"All clear Bossman."

"What about that case…"

"There are no pending cases at the moment. The only ones that are still ongoing are currently being investigated by active duty Turks."

"So there's no field work that I can do today? Come on Reno, there has to be something. Keep looking!"

The dark haired Turk sighed in frustration as he heard his second in command typing erratically at his computer over the phone. Tseng had had a long busy day but he'd gladly stack more work onto his plate if it meant he would have a valid excuse to get out of going to the President's dinner party.

"There ain't shit here to do boss. It's been a slow week," the redhead replied. Tseng pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed it to his chest to cover the mic.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" he bit out, highly upset that the day he actually wanted to add to his workload there was nothing available. He released a deep sigh before placing the phone back against his ear.

"Very well then," he said, sounding irritated.

"Look Boss, you know it's an unwritten rule that the Pres fucks who he wants to fuck and you can only avoid it for so long. I mean, I think even Rude may have got it ya know? No one is safe from him."

The Turk stifled a feminine wail at the mention that his crush might have been touched by that fat, plum suited pig. "Not Rude!"

"Well, Rude didn't deny nor confirm anything so…"

Damn it, the Turk swore mentally. Reno's words weighed heavily on his mind. How long could he hold off his boss' advances? There were certain people the Turk thought the President would never be able to get in bed but he had. He supposed it wasn't entirely too hard when you were the richest and most powerful man on the face of the planet. President Shinra felt liked he owned everybody in his company and he was right. They were very well paid, especially executives, but everything came at a cost. Some in the form of favors, others, like himself and other attractive members of their workplace, were sought after for sexual play.

The Turk recalled one man who had been over the entire Finance department. He had been gorgeous, with soft brown eyes and long dark hair. Skin as pale as a sheet and a face so handsome even the Turk had toyed with the idea of indulging in a one night stand with him. Of course the president had noticed him too and often invited him to his dinner parties, but the man always declined until one day the President had made it mandatory for him to come. According to one of the business men who had been there, the man had rejected the president's advances and called him a few choice names, promising that he'd hire the best lawyer and sue him for sexual harassment. Not only did the man get gang raped by the president and his associates, he was fired and the president made sure that no one would hire him by blemishing his record. The last time he saw the man he was selling his body for gil underneath the plate.

That's why Tseng had played it carefully for the past year or two when the president started approaching him. He'd been polite and always provided proof for missing a dinner. And the times he had attended he was very careful not drink too much. If the president handed him a drink, he would swallow it then excuse himself to go puke it up in the bathroom; however, the last few times he'd been there he'd had some close calls. At the last dinner party, he had barely managed to get away with his clothes on, as he had been partially drugged and couldn't throw all of it up. He knew he had to be very careful tonight or risk being the President's and his pal's fuck toy of the night.

"Just…I'll talk to you later Reno," he said with dread in his voice.

"Sure thing boss, and If you manage to not get raped you should come over to my place for a celebratory fuck. You know where I live…"

The Turk hung up on his subordinate and rolled his eyes at the comment. It was a well known fact that Reno loved women and wouldn't touch a man if a gun was pointed to his head. Tseng could also back that up with proof. They'd been taken hostage back in their rookie days and their kidnapper had thought Reno was easy on the eyes so he pressed the barrel of his gun to the young Turk's head and told him if he didn't start sucking his dick he'd blow his brains out. Reno then responded "You're gonna have to kill me then queer, cause I ain't touching no dude's junk. You can go fuck yourself."

He couldn't remember how they had managed to escape exactly but he knew never to come on to Reno ever.

"General Sephiroth, Sir!" A SOLDIER third class called out as he spotted him down the hall.

The silver haired man shot him a death glare so intense the man halted where he stood. Ever since yesterday, the silver haired man had been in a bad mood. Not that he was mad at anyone or anything in particular, but he was highly irritated with his own body. His cock would get hard without warning or purpose and he had no idea why. Then, his mood would dramatically shift. One moment he'd be fine and the next his demeanor would change completely.

"Well?" he snapped at the SOLDIER.

"Um…Director Lazard sent me to…to fetch you Sir!" he said nervously.

"Fetch?" the general repeated with ire in his tone. "Am I some sort of dog, SOLDIER?

"No not at all, Sir! I meant…"

"Just get the hell out of my way," he said, maneuvering around the other man.

"Yes, Sir," he heard the boy in the background say. The general hoped it wasn't anything too important. He really didn't feel like doing shit today and would try to avoid doing anything productive if possible.

When he eventually reached the director's door, he barged in without knocking. Lazard looked up with slight annoyance etched into his handsome features.

"Yes?" the general said hastily.

"You should knock, SOLDIER," the director commented. Sephiroth just crossed his arms and stared at his boss with an equally irritated look.

"I've called you here because I haven't received your mission report on your most recent case. Only you and Genesis have failed to report to me. Why is that?"

He wanted to say something smart to the man, but he settled for a shrug instead. Gaia he was not in the mood for this today. He could feel his groin starting to throb and he swore at the bad timing. Just what the hell was happening to his body? He suddenly felt warm and a bit flushed and could only hope the Director wouldn't notice.

"Well, just make sure you get it to me tomorrow before five. I do have other priorities besides babysitting you and Genesis."

The general wanted to retort but he also needed to get out of there before Lazard started to notice something was off with him. So instead he just made a hasty exit with the intention of going straight to his office. In the elevator, his breathing was becoming more erratic and his cock was already hard and painfully constricted in his pants. He was grateful when he arrived on his floor and quickly walked down the hall. Distracted as he was, he barely missed colliding with his lover in the hallway.

"Sephiroth?" the head Turk asked concerned when he saw the state the general was in.

The silver haired one stared down at Tseng momentarily before he suddenly grabbed the Turk by his arm and started dragging him to his office.

"What the hell? Let me go," the smaller man demanded, but to no avail. He was shoved into the general's office and nearly hit the desk on his way in. Sephiroth hastily locked the door behind him and turned his attention to his lover who was staring at him with heated eyes.

"What are you doing? Have you lost your fucking mind?" the brunette snapped.

"Tseng…I need your help," he said, trying to control his breathing. It seemed like his whole body was becoming sensitive.

"With what?" he asked.

The general cleared his throat before speaking. "I don't know why, but I've been extremely hot and bothered all day. I was just sitting at my desk doing my work when all of a sudden my cock got so hard it was painful. I don't know why this is happening but just help me out."

The Turk stared at him in disbelief before he released an amused chuckle. "Are you just making this shit up so I can suck you off at work or something? You know we agreed on no sexual acts on duty."

"But Tseng I'm not lying! I mean, look at me!"

The dark haired Turk scanned over his lover and then back up to Sephiroth's face. The man was indeed very pink cheeked and it was very oblivious he had a raging hard on in his leather pants. Tseng licked his lips at the sight, becoming slightly aroused himself.

"I don't know about this. I feel like you're just trying to bypass the rules and it's not going to work. Where you masturbating and just thought that I'd finish the job for you? Well no. I have to be at the president's mansion soon and I really don't have time for your shenanigans."

With that being said, the Turk picked up the suitcase he'd been holding and made for the door, only to be stopped by the general blocking his path.

"Move Seph," he said evenly. Sephiroth shook his head and continued to block the door.

"I'm telling you the truth and I'm asking you for help," he said sounding desperate as he moved closer to his boyfriend. Tseng did not back up and instead stared his lover directly in the eyes.

"Fuck off!" he bit out, trying to move around the taller man. He didn't get very far when the general suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him close. Tseng scowled and tried to get out of his hold but the man was too strong.

"Tseng, all I'm asking for is some head and then I'll leave you alone."

"And all I'm saying is no," he retorted. "Now let me go."

"I'll force you if I have to, pet," he said, practically hissing the last word.

"Don't call me that here!" he yelled as he tried to pull away from Sephiroth. The sliver haired one scowled before he threw his lover to the ground.

"I was trying to be nice about this but you're making it difficult," he said, voice becoming more breathy as he pinned his lover down. He licked his lips at the sight of the weaker man struggling underneath him.

"Are you going to be good and obey your master?" he said teasing. Tseng scowled and tried to move.

"You dumbass, we aren't role-playing in our house, we're at work and we can't do this here. I'd be more than happy to suck your dick at home but not here! Fuck!"

Sephiroth frowned and took a deep breath. He was really aroused right now and wanted to force Tseng to pleasure him but the Turk was right. They weren't role-playing and they weren't in their basement. He was at work and really about to rape his lover. As much as he wanted to continue, he knew he should stop. Then a thought crossed his mind and he smiled deviously down at the Turk underneath him. He stared at him for a few seconds, enjoying watching him struggle.

"If we're not role-playing, then you should be wearing regular boxers right? Nothing sexy or feminine," he said maliciously. Tseng shook his head.

"What the hell are you talking about? That doesn't make sense!"

"Of course it does, you see; when we role-play you always wear such sexy garments underneath. So I say if you're wearing them now then I get a blow job."

Sephiroth didn't hesitate to pin his lover's hands above his head with one hand and go for his pants with the other.

"No, No!" the Turk yelled, hoping his amourous lover would stop. Unfortunately for Tseng he kept going and yanked down his pants after he'd unzipped them. Tseng blushed and turned his head away from the sly smile Sephiroth was giving him. The Turk had meant to go change into some regular men's undergarments after work, but he hadn't been home yet so…

"A lacy white thong with cute pink bows for added appeal. How lovely," he said as he placed his hand over Tseng's covered genitals. "Are you wearing a bra too?"

When the Turk didn't answer, he took it upon himself to find out. He slowly unbuttoned the Turk's shirt and licked his lips when he pulled his top open, exposing his bare skin and no bra.

"Oh well, I wouldn't want them to cover up these delicious looking nipples anyway," he said, pressing his thumb over one for added emphasis. Tseng bit his lip and continued to avoid his companion's bright green eyes.

Sephiroth then unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing sex. He released a strangled groan as he stroked himself a bit, his cheeks becoming a deeper red than before. Unable to resist his lover's moans, Tseng lifted his gaze and moaned once he saw Sephiroth pleasuring himself over his body. He felt himself becoming hard in response.

He stroked himself to full hardness before he grabbed Tseng's arms and pinned both hands over his head. He then positioned himself in a kneeling position so that his long, hard sex dangled just above the Turk's lips. He pressed his leaking cock to the Turk's closed lips and groaned at the contact.

"Open those lips for me," he said desperately. The neediness in his voice caused Tseng to relent and open his mouth. The general eagerly slipped the head of his cock inside his mouth and the Turk immediately began sucking.

"Ah yes," the silver haired man hissed out as he plunged more of his dick into Tseng's mouth.

He sucked vehemently at the length in his mouth, his tongue constantly moving up and down along the underside vein. Sephiroth seemed anxious today and Tseng could tell he wasn't going to last very long, he just had to pick up the pace and make him come sooner. He lifted his head up and started to swallow more of his lover's length. He knew to let Sephiroth gag him as it was a huge turn on for the man. He coughed and choked around the massive cock in his mouth, his eyes watering at the strain.

"Fuck, Tseng," the general moaned as he tossed his hair to one side in his passion. Tseng loved when he did that. He didn't know if Sephiroth was aware that he loved it when he flipped his hair in bed, but it still made him hard all the same. He moaned around the cock down his throat and wanted to desperately touch himself, but he was being restrained by Sephiroth who didn't seem like he was going to release him anytime soon.

He groaned and bucked his hips up, trying to get his point across the other man. Sephiroth smirked down at him before he released one of Tseng's hands, which immediately went to his restrained sex. He slipped them underneath his lacy thong and started to pleasure himself. The general had now begun to thrust rapidly down his throat and Tseng increased the pressure on his cock. Sephiroth groaned loudly and grabbed Tseng's hair, pulling his head up and practically ramming his thick sex down the Turk's throat. He grinned maliciously at the sight of his lover's eyes lulling into the back of his head at the intensity. Tseng's throat convulsed around his penis and the Turk made an incoherent noise as Sephiroth suddenly came in his mouth, most of it spilling over his lips and seeping out the sides as his throat wouldn't allow him to swallow.

Not only a few seconds later, the Turk released his seed, it landing on his stomach and hips mostly. He quivered underneath his lover after his orgasm and then went limp underneath him. Sephiroth removed his penis and looked over his lover who had cum all around his mouth. He leaned forward to kiss Tseng's cheek but the Turk snapped, swatting at him and managing to slap him in the face.

"Tseng," the general said as he looked down at the dark haired man.

The head Turk sat up abruptly and coughed, causing more cum to come up. He glared at the SOLDIER and gritted his teeth as he stood up. Sephiroth knew Tseng was furious with him. Not only had he broken one of their most sacred rules, he had practically forced Tseng to do it. He did feel much better than before though.

"You're such a fucking asshole," the Turk said as he pulled his pants up. He grabbed a tissue from the man's desk and wiped the sticky fluid from his stomach and mouth. Quickly, he buttoned up his shirt and closed his suit jacket.

"Don't expect me to be home tonight. I'm staying at my condo and don't you dare come over there. Fucking jerk," he bit out as he grabbed his suitcase and headed for the door.

"Tseng don't be mad. I mean, you got off too so…"

"Ugh!" the Turk yelled before grabbing the nearest object at throwing it at his insensitive boyfriend. He then slammed the door behind him and Sephiroth sighed. Why couldn't he just have taken his word for it in the first place, then he wouldn't have had to force him. Then again, he did like to see the beautiful man forced into submission. It was a different feeling he got from the Turk willingly submitting to him and he liked it…a lot.

He zipped up his pants and sat back down behind his desk. He should work on his report, but all he could think about was Tseng was mad at him, which meant he probably wasn't getting laid anytime soon.

"Fuck," he swore at the thought before he turned on his computer.

He was already late when he had had arrived at the President's mansion. The man absolutely hated being late to anything, even if it was someplace he didn't want to be. If Sephiroth hadn't held him back up at the office he would have made it with time to spare. Instead, he had to rush home, which really couldn't be considered a rush with Midgar traffic, and take a shower to get his lover's residue off. Then he had to find something to wear, which eventually after half an hour he selected a dark red dress shirt, a pair of sleek black lambskin pleated pants and dark alligator shoes.

A butler greeted him and ushered him in. He handed the man his coat and walked to the usual place the dinner parties were held. Gaia he did not want to be here and especially be late. Damn Sephiroth!

Tseng paused before he walked through the corridor that led to his destination. He could hear the very hearty laughs of the other men, the president being the loudest. Slowly, he began to walk down the long hallway; dread building up with each step. He managed to keep a neutral expression when he arrived at the end of that long corridor and maintained it when he entered the room.

"Tseng!" he heard the president say as he entered.

He smiled at the man and bowed politely. "Sorry I am late."

"No worries Commander," the pudgy man said as his eyes roamed over Tseng's appearance.

As the Turk headed for his seat, he scanned the dinner table for people he recognized and made note of those unfamiliar to him. He knew most of the men there; CEO Uchida Kibuki from Food Corp, Devin Vinefare the president of Midgar Construction, Neil Hubert of Hubert Oil enterprises, and Justin Velazquez the president's lawyer. He was a bit surprised to see Lazard here as he'd never been to a dinner party previously. Lazard smirked at him from behind the wine glass he held to his lips. Tseng nodded in acknowledgement and took his seat which was unfortunately between the blond and a man he didn't know.

"The man to your right is Anthony Johnson, the new CEO of Mercury," the president informed. Mercury was a company that manufactured most cars in the world. He remembered the previous CEO had passed away last month and hadn't named a successor. He guessed this man was the lucky one to get the coveted position.

"And this gentleman next to me is Robert Nocturne. He was recently named president of Justified Electronics," he said as he patted the man on the back.

Tseng nodded politely to the men and offered a slight smile. Nocturne raised a thick dark brow at the Turk and took a sip of his wine. He then leaned over and whispered something to President Shinra though his gaze was still fixed on the Turk. Tseng looked away and stared down at his empty plate. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to go home, sip some tea and sleep.

His glass was filled with wine and he stared at the glass with great trepidation. The last time he'd drank wine here he barely made it out with his clothes on, but the President was looking at him. He picked up the glass and took a tiny sip that would hopefully please him.

"Come now Tseng," the haughty blond next to him spoke. "That little sip is not very respectful. This wine if over one hundred years old and should be enjoyed, right everyone?"

The President nodded his head and chuckled deeply. "Yes Tseng, you're insulting me with your sips. Drink more! Enjoy it!"

Several other men chimed in and he smiled politely as he drank more. It was very good wine but he knew without a doubt that there was something in it. He downed it and they cheered as his glass was refilled. He thanked the server and turned his attention to Lazard. He wanted to strangle the shit out of him for edging everyone on. The director knew more than anyone what was going on here and he had instigated that on purpose.

Lazard raised his glass in Tseng's direction. "Come on Commander. Let's drink and be merry."

It took everything in his power to keep from lashing out at the man but instead he downed the drink. He would kill Lazard for this later, but right now he needed to go throw up. Though he couldn't taste what was put in his drink, he was starting to feel strange and it wasn't from the wine.

"If you'll excuse me," The Turk said as he stood up.

"I have to go as well," Lazard said, putting down his glass.

Tseng didn't wait for him and headed to the bathroom furthest down the hall. He could hear Lazard's footsteps trailing behind him and he clicked his teeth in annoyance. He opened the bathroom door and locked it behind him. Familiar with this routine, he pulled up the toilet seat and stared at the water. He had to make himself throw up, as sticking his finger down his throat hadn't worked since he was sixteen. The Turk concentrated and he could almost feel the bile rising up, but a rapid knock to the door stopped him.

"Occupied," the Turk said evenly.

"I know," he heard Lazard say from the other side. He wanted to tell the other man to fuck off, but ignored him instead.

"I know what you're doing in there," he said. "It's not going to work."

Curious now, the Turk turned to the door.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Let me in and I'll tell you. I really don't want to speak through the door. Someone may hear."

Reluctantly, he opened the door slowly and allowed for Lazard to enter. The man came in and smiled at the Turk.

"Look, we don't have much time, but you need to drink this in order to get the drugs out of your system," he said as he pulled out a green vile from his pocket.

Tseng was confused. Hadn't Lazard been the one edging him on to drink anyway? Why would he intentionally try to make him drink more, then offer an antidote? Seeing the mistrust in the Turk's eyes Lazard sighed.

"Look, I was asked to make you consume more alcohol so the drugs would be in your system, but this is wrong. I don't want those men out there to…you know," he said.

Tseng still didn't trust him and instead hovered over the toilet seat. "I'd rather take my chances than take anything from you."

"Fine, go ahead and puke and you'll see the effects will still be there," Lazard informed.

Tseng ignored him and concentrated on the water in the bowl. He coughed a few times before he threw up what he felt was most of the wine. Contrary to what Lazard had told him, he felt better almost instantly. He flushed the toilet and maneuvered around Lazard so he could rinse his mouth out. After he was finished, he turned to the door but the motion made his head spin. He tried to ignore it but then he started walking very awkwardly. Perhaps Lazard was right. It seemed the effects had suddenly hit him all at once.

"Told you," he said as he approached the Turk. He handed him the vile and looked him in the eyes. "Drink it."

Tseng knew at this point he wasn't going to make it out of the house like this so he threw caution to the wind and drank the green liquid. It tasted awful but be managed to finish it.

"Um, thank you," the Turk said as he tossed the vile in the trash. He did feel a lot better, bit nauseas from the taste, but otherwise he felt fine.

"No problem," Lazard said as he headed for the door. "Let's get back."

Tseng nodded and followed closely behind Lazard as they returned to the table. The men were having a grand time seeing as how most of them were a bit tipsy from the wine. He took his seat and shot another thank you to Lazard under his breath. The blond smirked and took a sip of his wine before he winked at the Turk.

The night progressed better than the Turk thought it would. He wasn't bothered by anyone about drinking and the food wasn't bad. The man he was sitting next to flirted with him quite a bit but he could handle a little flirting. It was better than getting fucked by these old men. The man was currently showing him a photo of his kids. Tseng pretended to be mildly interested as he looked at the man's funny looking children.

"I bet you're not much older than them hmm," the man asked.

"Not sure Mr. Johnson," he responded, becoming quite bored with the conversation.

"Well, my oldest is twenty," he said as he scanned over the Turk. Tseng yawned.

"I'm twenty…um," he stuttered, then shook his head. Why couldn't he remember his age?

"I'm twenty three? No Twenty four," he said. What the hell was wrong with him? The other man chuckled.

"A bit tipsy are we?"

"Nuh…no," he stammered. His vision was suddenly becoming blurry. How could this be happening? Lazard had given him the antidote right? He turned to face to blond and nearly fell out of his chair at the motion.

"Lazard," he whispered. "Its…not…it's not."

He tried to say what he wanted to, but the words would not come out. Lazard stood up and walked over to the Turk with his glass in his hand. He took a small sip and stared down at the Turk's unfocused eyes. He then tilted his glass to the side and poured the warm liquid on the Turk's head. Tseng blinked once, then again as he tried to focus on the man above him.

"He's all yours gentlemen," Lazard said slyly before he lifted his foot and pressed his healed shoe against the man's forehead and pushed him back. It seemed as if he was moving in slow motion as he went back and fell into Johnson's lap.

"Thank you boy," he heard the president say. "You're dismissed."

Lazard blew a kiss at the Turk who could barely form a coherent thought at this point.

"Can I stay, please?" he asked as he loosened his belt.

Sephiroth sat across from Genesis and Angeal in the apartment the two shared. He was sipping a bit of brandy and trying to listen to Genesis talk about his problems with the SOLDIER chow hall, but his mind was elsewhere. He kept thinking about how he wronged Tseng. The image of him shoving his cock into the man's mouth brought forth both shame and arousal. If only the Turk had believed him, then he wouldn't have had to force him.

Also, the sudden bouts of arousal still plagued him. As a man, he would sometimes get hard just for the fuck of it. His prick had no real reason it just would, but this was different. These were vicious hard-ons he couldn't will away. He figured he should see a physician, but perhaps it wasn't that serious.

Or maybe it is, he thought as he felt another one coming on. He downed his drink and tried to focus on whatever shit Genesis was talking about.

"I'm just saying, I wouldn't serve that shit to the filth of the slum world beneath my feet," he said haughtily.

"Don't call them filth," Sephiroth corrected. He hated when Genesis started acting like he was better than everyone just because he came from wealth. The auburn haired man chuckled and stood up. With his drink in hand, he made his way over to where the general sat. He smirked and took a big gulp of the aged wine he had in his glass.

"Oh sorry," he said condescendingly, "I forgot your boyfriend was once a coagulated piece of slum shit that lived in the rancid lower world."

"Genesis!" Angeal yelled. "Don't speak of his lover like that."

"And why not?" the pompous man said through a wide grin. "Sephiroth and I both know where his Wutaiian bitch came from. Every day I thank the goddess that your prick hasn't fallen off from fucking his dirty…"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Sephiroth suddenly rendered him incapable by socking him in his mouth. The red head stumbled, but did not fall. He wiped the blood from his lip and shot the silver haired one a fierce look of rising rage.

"You dare strike me!" he yelled, tossing his glass to the ground shattering it instantly.

Sephiroth ignored him and took his seat. Genesis was practically foaming at the mouth with rage.

"Genesis, calm down," Angeal said as he tried to grab his friend's arm. The enraged man shook loose of his hold and approached the general with wide, maddened eyes. Sephiroth stared right into his dilated eyes without expression.

"You'll regret that, my friend," he hissed out.

"Oh, really?" Sephiroth said through a smirk. Genesis chuckled darkly and raised his hand up to touch the general's lips.

"Hmm, maybe I'll just put more drugs in your drink. I can see you're hard right now. Did you have a fun day today?"

Sephiroth's expression went from blank to furious in a split second, almost comically so. Genesis had gone too far with the jokes this time. Whatever he had done to him had affected his judgment. He had broken the rules he and his boyfriend had made, and though he didn't feel too bad about raping him, it bothered him that Genesis had been the cause of all this.

"You mother fucker!" he bit out. He stood up and charged his friend, knocking the man back. The red head laughed and picked himself up.

"Easy boy," he teased.

"I think you should go to bed now Genesis before you really get hurt," Angeal advised.

Genesis snickered. "As if."

Sephiroth rolled his eyes and stood up to take his leave. "I'll see you tomorrow in the training room Genesis." He decided he'd take his aggression out on the man then. Sometimes Genesis needed a good ass whipping.

"Yeah sure," the red head said as he headed up the stairs.

On the way back to home, he couldn't help but wonder why Genesis hated Tseng so much. He'd never understand the redhead, and he really didn't want to.

He pulled into the drive way and parked. He decided to go to the house he shared with Tseng but knew the man wouldn't be there. Tseng probably wouldn't speak to him for awhile either. With a great sigh, he exited the car and entered the dark house. For some reason, he had hoped that by some miracle Tseng would be in his cage dressed in tight black leather eagerly awaiting his return, but all he was greeted with was the vast darkness of the place.

"Shit," he swore as locked the door behind him. He dragged himself down to basement and headed straight for the huge, empty bed. The chains, whips and sex toys around him only reminded him of his missing lover. He would definitely apologize to the man tomorrow, or…

He jolted up and pulled out his phone. Maybe Tseng would talk to him over the phone if he didn't want to see him in person. He speed dialed his lover and waited anxiously as the phone rang.

A familiar ringtone sounded and Tseng's eyes flickered open. He looked up and stared at an unfamiliar ceiling. Where was he? He tried to sit up but pain raced through his body from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. He groaned and tried to make out his surroundings. It was really hot and he could feel sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Oh fuck," he groaned in pain as he turned on his side. He tried to make out where the noise was coming from, but his head hurt too badly, not to mention he felt wet. As confused as he was, he needed to get to his phone. What if was something important?

He managed to get on his knees, but they were so very sore. He made to move but the sharp pain in his ass made him hault. The Turk knew that feeling very well and was starting to panic. This wasn't his house and yet he knew he'd been fucked…hard. He stared down at his body and went wide eyed. His body was covered in bruises and red marks. His whole body was sticky and every time he moved he could feel the gunk in his ass try to come out. It made him want to throw up.

The ringing stopped and he swore. He dragged his body over to where he had heard the noise. He spotted his phone by his shredded shirt and reached out to grab it, only to have it swiped in front of him. Still a bit delayed in his motions. He slowly looked up and was met with crystal clear blue eyes.

"Lazard?" he said. Then the man smiled and then pulled out his own cell phone. He pressed a couple of buttons and turned the screen to face Tseng. The Turk didn't know what he seeing at first until the picture adjusted and his jaw dropped.

It was him, but then again it couldn't be. He watched in horror as the Tseng in the video was presented with a cock that was then shoved in his mouth. A sigh of relief could be heard as he swallowed whoever's dick he was sucking. Another cock was presented to him and pressed up against his cheek. He turned to it and released the one in his mouth to suck on that one.

"Oh yeah," one spoke, "He's fucking good at this. Probably the best so far."

"Maybe he's had some practice?" he heard the familiar voice of Lazard say, followed by a deep chuckle. More cocks were presented and he looked confused as to what to do momentarily before he swallowed the one in front of his face and grabbed one in his left hand and the other in his right. He moved his hands rapidly over them and sucked at the one in his mouth.

"Oh Damn, I think I'm gonna cum already. I haven't cum so quickly in years!" he recognized the voice as Neil Hubert.

"Turn this off," Tseng said, though he couldn't stop looking at the video. He didn't remember doing any of this shit.

"The dick with the prince Albert is mine," Lazard informed.

Tseng gritted his teeth as he watched as how his tongue circled the gold ring through Lazard's dick in the video. The blond had then forced it roughly into the man's mouth and started thrusting.

"Oh my," Lazard said breathily, "He doesn't even gag. I think we hit the jackpot gentlemen."

The phone was then closed and placed into Lazard's pocket. "Don't worry; we gave you a nice bukkakke."

"You…you," the Turk was so angry he could barely speak.

"You should get going though before those old geezers catch a second wind. They just took a break," Lazard said as he tossed Tseng's phone to him. The Turk looked at the time and swore. It was only nine thirty. He fought through the pain and stood up to search for his clothes. His shirt was done for, but maybe his pants were still intact.

"They're by the red sofa," Lazard said as he watched the Turk scramble to find his pants. Tseng shot a glare at the man, but grabbed his pants. He did not what to be here when they came back, especially because this time he'd be fully aware. He slipped on his pants with some difficulty and started to look for his car keys.

"By the white arm chair," The blond spoke as he pulled out a cigarette.

Tseng grabbed his keys and his wallet that was lying next to them. He wished he had a shirt, but he was glad for at least having pants. He cast a glare at Lazard and frowned.

"What the fuck is your deal? You set me up and now you're helping me?" He bit out.

Lazard lit his cigarette and blew a puff of smoke. "I'm helping you because I feel like it and I think you suffered enough. Besides, I already have some great footage."

Tseng couldn't deal with it anymore. He made for the exit and ended up in a corridor of the house he was unfamiliar with.

"Shit," he swore. And he could also hear voices approaching.

"Need help?" Lazard said, looking absolutely sinister.

"No," the Turk said sharply before he started to run down the hallway opposite to the voices. He heard Lazard laughing in the background as he raced down the halls. The man was a fucking psycho, and probably almost as crazy as Tseng was…almost. The Turk would make sure the blond would pay for his actions.

He had made it to the end of the hall which unfortunately was a dead end. The voices were getting louder and he needed to disappear. He went for the nearest door and opened it. The room was completely dark but he didn't care. He pressed his ear against the door and listened.

"Tseng, dear," he heard the President say. "It's time for round two."

He heard the pleased sounds of agreement from the other men. A few moments of silence went by and he grew tense.

"Where the fuck is he?" he heard the man yell at the top of his lungs. "You were supposed to watch him boy!"

He could barely hear Lazard's response, but whatever he said didn't please his father. The sound of a slap echoed throughout the hall and Tseng lifted his head so that he was eye level with the door key hole. He couldn't see them so it didn't really help.

"You let the main entertainment get away!" he screamed.

A few other men started grumbling and the President sighed. "Well gentlemen, I guess there's only one way to handle this. You can fuck my son to your heart's content. It's his mistake so he has to take responsibility."

This time Lazard did speak up. "But, father!" he said out of fear.

"But nothing boy! You fucked up, now pay for it," the President said before he took his leave.

"But the Turk is still here! He's in the house somewhere! Please father, don't do this."

"Well if he shows up then he'll take your place, but until then you're their fuck toy of the night."

"No please! Father!" he pleaded, but went unheard as the President left.

The Turk had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing hysterically. Karma really was a bitch sometimes. Once he was sure that the coast was clear, he opened the door and crawled out. There were no guards to be seen and he didn't spot any cameras. He kept low to the ground and close to the wall as he made his way down the hall. He knew he shouldn't, but he had too. He peaked in the room where he had woken up in, pulled out his phone and hit record. It took all his power to not laugh so loudly at the man. They were really giving it to him. The blond was on his hands and knees and completely naked. He had two men shoving their cocks in his mouth and one ramming him from behind. The other men were standing around him jacking off and eagerly awaiting their turn.

"I can't believe he gave us his son."

"We'll he's the bastard, remember? He'd never give us Rufus."

"True, but I wish that Turk we had would come back. His deep throat was fucking amazing. This one here can barely take half my dick."

Tseng chuckled lowly at the scene and knew he needed to leave, but this was just too good! He zoomed in on Lazard's stupid, pained expression as one man tried to shove his dick in as deep as he could down his throat. He choked and gagged around it.

"That's right," Tseng whispered, "take that fat, disgusting prick."

He focused on the man's pristine blue eyes that were now lulling in the back of his head at the force he was being ass fucked and face fucked. Tseng laughed again as the man doing him from behind finally came with a howl and the next man, Neil Hubert, entered him roughly and painfully. The Turk had to admit he was getting turned on from seeing Lazard being so brutally used. He brushed his fingers across the bulge in his pants and tried to steady the phone.

"Oh god, he's clenching around me so tightly."

"It's so good…ugh."

Tseng snickered as Lazard was hoisted up and exposed to the men around him. He zoomed in on his flaccid cock that looked like it had some potential. Neil was now sitting on the sofa with Lazard impaled on his dick with his legs spread wide.

"Think he can fit another one in that hole of his?"

"Yeah sure!"

"No! Please!" Lazard pleaded. Tseng zoomed in on his face and this time did laugh out loud though he kept it low. Lazard was actually fucking crying! This was too rich.

He zoomed in on his tiny hole being stretched by the man trying to force his cock in. Lazard screamed and Tseng swore he hit a note that a male his age should never be able to reach. Once the man's penis popped in, Lazard hollered and threw his head back at the pain. Tseng inwardly cringed. Taking two cocks with proper preparation had to be painful.

"Please…stop," he cried out, only to be responded with a man shoving his cock in his mouth to shut him up.

Tseng saved the video and just for spite, sent a copy of the video to Lazard's email. The title was "Karma's a bitch."

He stood up and closed his phone feeling a bit better than before. The Turk then limped down the hall with a big smile on his face. Sure he'd been fucked, but at least he didn't remember it. Lazard was going to have to live with that shit till the day he died.

He made it to his car without much trouble, as the President decreased security during his rape party nights.

"Night Lazard," he said before speeding off.

Please comment if you'd like more of this story.I'd like to update regularly. Appreciate it guys!

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