PLEASE READ THIS BLURB!

I'm finally done this chapter!! Yay!! Forgive me of my extremely sick mind. And very sorry if it's very repetitive and really bad grammar. Heh, when I read this over, it sounded so rushed!! ^-^;; Ugh, I'll try making the next chapters more spread out and detailed…So sorry!!!!!! This time, I have another poll!!

Question – should Ryoma be the only uke?

Definition: Uke is the person 'on the bottom'. When translated to English, it literally means 'to accept'. (Seme is the opposite/top person)

Yes

No

A bit of others

I don't care, I just want more!!

Note: I'd like to thank Yuu-chan for helping me phrase the lemon paragraphs!

Rating: Rated T+/R
Disclaimer: PoT is not mine! Though Brett, Don and Matt are. xD
Next Chapter: In one week or less… I promise this one! =)

Anyways… ENJOY!! =D

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Ryoma dropped his bag when he arrived in front of a mansion. "Oh my gawsh…" was all he could say. It was Sunday at 3:00pm. Atobe told him to come over early so that he can show him around his house. HOUSE? How is this a house?!! It's a whole mansion!

"Hello, you must be Echizen-sama. Atobe-sama is expecting you." said an approaching butler.

"O-oh, nice to meet you… who are you?" asked Ryoma, pulling his cap down a bit. He was wearing his red jacket over his white/red t-shirt and black TRAC pants. (basically loose black pants).

"I am Atobe-sama's butler, Sebastian." Bowed Sebastian.

Why are all first-class butlers named SEBASTIAN?! Wondered Ryoma with a big anime sweat drop. He returned his attention to the giant mansion.

(A/N: Did you guys watch "Atobe's Gift"? It's a Prince of Tennis Movie and you see Atobe's mansion there.)

He gazed at the beautiful mansion, mind wandering so much that he didn't notice that the butler dude – Sebastian has guided him to the front door. The double door looked as if it was made of diamonds and decorated with gold and silver! Once inside, Ryoma continued looking around. The inside of the mansion was every bit as wonderful/mind-blowing as the outside.

(A/N: I'll let you have fun imagining how his mansion looked like. Just keep the words 'perfect/ideal home' in your mind. =P)

"Welcome to ore-sama's home!" said Atobe with a pride-filled voice. "Follow me, I'll show you to the bedroom." He gestured Ryoma to follow him. After climbing a great heap of stairs and turning a hundred corners or so, Ryoma found himself in Atobe's bedroom.

Looking around, Ryoma asked "Why are we here?"

"It will take you too long to navigate through my house, so you'll be spending your next two weeks in my bedroom." smirked Atobe. Sweat dripped down Ryoma's face.

"Where will I sleep then..?"

"In my bed of course."

"Where will you sleep then..?

"In my bed of course..."

Ryoma started to get scared. For one thing, he was really scared of Atobe because of the nightmare he had, also, he sleeps alone, not with a spoiled enemy! The knocking on the door snapped Ryoma out of his frenzies.

"Atobe-sama, Echizen-sama, would you like some refreshments?" asked Sebastian.

"Get me some cocktail." ordered Atobe.

"I don't need anything." said Ryoma. After he unpacked his bag, Atobe spent the rest of the time giving Ryoma a tour around the mansion. Surprisingly, Ryoma picked up the directions quite quickly. There were six floors. Floor 1: For guests. It was like a 15 or more single floor houses side by side. Floor 2: Private Swimming Pool. Floor 3: Private Dining room. Floor 4: A whole library. Floor 5: Private Bedrooms. Floor 6: Tennis court and gym complete with the latest equipments and such. Each floor was huge! It is almost bigger than the school itself! Ryoma was most impressed with the tennis courts. It was indoors and air conditioned.

"Atobe-sama, Echizen-sama, it is time for dinner." Sebastian came out of nowhere and informed them.

-AFTER DINNER-

"Thanks for the food." Ryoma had quickly finished the most expensive meal he has ever eaten and made a getaway to the stairs.

Atobe raised an eyebrow. "Do you always eat that little?"

"What if I do?" Ryoma asked back.

"Where are you going anyways?" asked Atobe, following Ryoma down the stairs. Stopping at the closet, Ryoma put on his red jacket and put on his Fila shoes.

"Somewhere far away from you." replied Ryoma, putting on his cap.

"I forbid to let you out the house after 5 pm." Atobe moved to the door facing Ryoma, blocking his path.

"Yaddah." said Ryoma nonchalantly, walking past the blacking figure.

"Stubborn rebellious little brat." Atobe mumbled, rolling his eyes as he put on his coat and shoes to follow Ryoma.

"Why are you following me?" asked the irritated kohai.

"Little brats like you should not go around town alone." replied Atobe as they arrived at the city.

"Che, just keep away." Ryoma mumbled. Atobe followed him a few meters away. I'm not a kid! I can take care of myself.. he fumed. The sun started setting as the two walked down the empty sidewalk.

"Brat, don't you think we should head back about now?" called out Atobe from a fairly far distance.

"Monkey king, you don't have to follow me y'know?" replied Ryoma, looking back. Atobe suddenly gasped as a door behind Ryoma shot opened and two figures emerged, grabbing him into the small hotel.

"E-eh….!" Ryoma go cut off as a powered handkerchief slapped across his face, covering his mouth and nose while figure 2 grabbed Ryoma's wrists from behind. He coughed and tried to take a breath, only to breathe in the powdery substance from the cloth. "I can't move!" panicked Ryoma, realizing that the powered was paralyzing him.

"Echizen!!" Atobe ran towards them. Too late. The two strangers already took Ryoma into the building and up the elevators.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Where am I? That was the first thought that went through Ryoma's aching head. What happened? I can't move! When his eyes adjusted, he found himself lying on the floor, his wrists tied together above his head. His ankles also tied together. A strip of cloth was tied around his head across his mouth, gagging him. Great, now I'm paralyzed and tied up. He could barely move his head as he registered the room. It was an empty, small, dorm-sized room with only a drawer at the corner. Abruptly, the door opened and three teens came in.

"Don, are you sure this is a girl?" asked figure 1.

"It's not. Fooled me there a bit. But he's really cute! Isn't he, Matt?" replied Don, directing at figure 3. Matt nodded as he kept his hungry eyes on Ryoma.

"You're right. He'll do nicely!" said figure 1.

"I knew you'd see it our way, Brett." gleamed Matt.

Brett was a well-muscled teen, approximately 20. He wore a grey, large t-shirt, a red wrist band, and loose black pants along with sneakers. He was the tallest and had an aura of leadership, and malice. He had red, ruffled up hair and purple, piercing eyes. The Boss.

Don is a slightly built figure approximately 19. He wore a tank top with a black jacket on top. He wore loose black pants and running shoes. His hair looked like Fuji's but more wild, layered and blonde. His eyes were green and mischievous.

Matt had a really delicate structure, yet muscular at the same time. He looked about 18 and he wore a medium-sized red T-shirt and slightly ripped jeans. His shoulder-lengthed orange hair was tied in a low ponytail with bangs falling over his forehead. His eyes were fiery red.

The three captors turned their gaze on Ryoma. He quickly put on his famous cold glare, but lying on the floor, tied up has very much lowered the effect. Matt grabbed Ryoma's tied wrists from behind and jerked him upright into a sitting position. "Aww, how cute. Little baby here is glaring at you, Brett." said Don.

"Heh." smirked Brett. He kneeled down next to Ryoma gave him a hard slap on the cheek. Ryoma winced at the immense pain as his left cheek started turning red. The pain dispersed slowly and he put on his glare again. Brett laughed. "We're goina have so much fun breaking you." The malice and corrupted voiced seeped into Ryoma's mind, making him mentally shake in fear. Don pulled out a strip of cloth from the drawer and blinded folded Ryoma's eyes.

Panic struck Ryoma as he felt Brett's dirty hands unzipping his red jacket and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his white shirt. Cold air hit his chest, making him shiver. Brett slightly lifted Ryoma's chin, exposing his neck, sniffing and smelling the exposed skin like a hungry dog. Under the gag, Ryoma bit down on his own lower lip to avoid screaming in disgust as Brett's mouth ran over his neck, all the while sucking on the perfect skin. He practically mauled the skin like a wolf. Using his teeth, he inflicted a large bite mark just above Ryoma's pulse, hearing a beautifully delicious pained scream which right away Turned On the three attackers. Brett lathed on the abused flesh until it felt raw to the touch. "There, you're ours now. Both soul and body." He said into Ryoma's ear, licking and chewing the shell of the ear and bit on it hard enough to draw pain, new/unknown sensations, and an urge to throw up on that damned pedophile.

"Ha… ahhn..." Ryoma whimpered and sobbed hopelessly.

"Such nice sounds …" moaned Brett, his erection getting harder by the second. Meanwhile, Don unbuttoned the rest of Ryoma's white shirt, pinching and biting the pink little nipples one after another.

"Hnnn…Nnnhh…Stop….stop…….a-ah!" Ryoma's muffled cries sounded in the room, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the sweat on his cheeks.

"Ne, Brett, Don, when will it be my turn? I'm getting so damn hard!" Matt complained, rubbing his cock on Ryoma's back.

"Just wait, we're still fore-playing." Don laughed, erection growing ever so hard from the moans of the defenseless boy. Brett smirked, planting his alcohol-drenched tongue on Ryoma's jaw and travelled up his cheek, licking away the trail of tears.

"Shit… I can't…" Brett forced Ryoma's limp body into a kneeling position. Matt continued pulling the thin wrists upward, keeping Ryoma's body from collapsing onto the floor. Brett took off the gag that muted Ryoma.

"Stop it!" Ryoma shouted as soon as the gag was off.

"Shut it, kid!" Brett commanded, undoing his own pant zippers to reveal his huge erection. He put both his hands on either side of Ryoma's head, clutching and burying his hands into the silky emerald hair.

"Itaii!" Ryoma exclaimed.

"Open your mouth."

"Yaddah!"

Brett tightened his grip in Ryoma's hair. Wincing in pain, Ryoma quickly obeyed and opened his mouth slightly.

"Bite, and you'll regret it." warned Brett.

Ryoma gagged as Brett forced his cock past Ryoma's open but reluctant lips, mind woozy by Brett's painful grip on his hair.

"Suck it." Brett moaned out, but still threatening. Throwing pride aside, Ryoma sucked noisily with little co-ordination of his tongue or overall movement, dizzy and preoccupied as he was with his battle to avoid throwing up.

"Heh, poor guy. Must be his first time." smirked Matt.

"Yah, but shit… he's good…….damn..his mouth is so soft…so wet……..ahh" Brett said in a daze. Without warning, he started thrusting into Ryoma's mouth. Ryoma coughed as Brett started thrusting harder and faster, whamming the back of his throat.

Brett held Ryoma firmly with his rigid cock deep in the poor boy's mouth as he had his extreme orgasm. Ryoma gagged instantly as the hot, white fluid gushed at the back of his throat as he tried to withdraw to catch a breath.

"Swallow it." said Brett, his cock still spilling seed into the choking Ryoma. A thin trick of choked up bile and semen slid down from the corner of Ryoma's mouth. Ryoma screwed his wet eyes shut from under the blind fold, his throat working convulsively as he tried to obey the order. His stomach clenched but somehow, miraculously, the very fear of what Brett would do to him if he threw up somehow prevented him from puking.

Brett did not release him until he was sure that Ryoma had ingested every last drop. Slowly he withdrew his still half-hard cock from the trembling lips but remaining connected by a couple of thin strands of saliva, bile and come. Ryoma panted loudly through his nose, his teeth clamped firmly down on his bottom lip as he fought against the need to vomit, to rid himself of that vile essence curdling in the pit of his stomach.

Brett watched with an expression of deep amusement.

"Yo Brett, is it my turn yet?!!" asked the impatient Don, still jerking himself off.

"Sure thing." replied Brett. He turned back towards Ryoma.

"No…no..! Stop!" Ryoma tried to move his useless limbs to get away with no success. Brett started to pull down Ryoma's pants.

"Heey! It's no fair! I wonna have a shot too!" complained Matt once again.

"You had your turn last time, it's your turn to hold our toy now!" laughed Don.

'Make them stop! Make them stop…please!!' Ryoma's mind begged as Don lifted his head, ready to push his cock through those beautiful trembling lips.

The door busted open.

"GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF MY BRAT!"

That voice! Could it be…?

-WHAM- -WHAM- Ryoma could hear Brett and Don flying towards the far wall from two heavy punches.

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Is it okay?? Is it good? Too rushed? –I know it is x(- Anyways, please review!! I want to know what you guys think and I want to include what you want! ^-^

Thanks for reading!!

~Kiyu-chan