For My Sister

OKAY, OKAY! You guys begged and pleaded! Four years later, here's the second chapter. This will be it.

Remember, Masakaki warns the Entrees that there is always a price to pay when using the money won in deals. Soichiro seems to have forgotten that he bought his sister's health, and now Masakaki is looking to collect. By any means possible. And if Soichiro wants his precious sister to continue breathing, he will have to pay with interest. Knowing full what the price Masakaki wants...Soichiro wants to twist his neck from his shoulders for asking such a thing of him. But if it means saving his sister...he'd sell his soul.

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"Do not worry, Mr. Mikuni..." The sly reverb of Masakaki's purr raised chills to Soichiro's skin. His hairs stood on end on his neck. The Midas Representative place a tender hand at the seasoned Entrees chest, lightly stroking the twitching pecks. "I promise to be gentle." On his word Soichiro's shirt came undone. The buttons snapped off, his chest flashing vulnerably to the drooling representative. Those golden orbs absorbing the radiant skin at the palm of his hand. His tongue lathering his drying lips. Scintillating, erotic fantasies glimmering. Oh he will be gentle, and he will savor the torture the impudent entre will be enduring.

Soichiro lied helpless on the bed. At his ankles and wrist were ropes restraining him tightly to the bedposts. He wrestled at his bonds, growling venomously when they hadn't loosened an inch. Though he adhered to Masakaki's demands, laying down his resistance, his pride as an Entre commanded he fight with every ounce of strength. Regardless if he'd be able to escape or not. He refused to make this golden eyed clown's collection easy for him.

Masakaki cackled menacingly behind a hand, relishing in his futile struggles. Humans are so adorable when they try to fight what is beyond their control. And for someone as stern and prude as Soichiro, Masakaki felt a pleasant tingling of excitement itch him. The man in his own right was very pleasing to the eye. A commanding presence, an unshakable persona, and a very domineering method for winning his battles. A man whose name rings throughout The Financial District. A king in name and skill. ANd who doesn't love to topple a king every now and then. Such a beautiful man...He purred. To bring Soichiro to his knees with a simple threat filled his skin with a rapturous warmth. He hungered to know how long it would take to shatter his stubbornness. And if his skin is as supple as it looks.

Soichiro balled his fists, growling animally at the mercy he is under. Reduced to nothing but a plaything for this Midas Agent. And for him to bring his sister into this mess and threaten to snuff her out without a second's hesitation. For someone like that to exist even in an alternate world...Soichiro feared that the noose tightening at his sister's neck would eventually break it. And it would fall on him. That is...if he didn't play nice. Damn him. His chest was completely exposed. To add to it, Masakaki had undone his pants, leaving the crotch but the pants on. The more he wiggled to get free, the lower his pants would slip, bringing the zipper to cup at his manhood. The parted shirt would spread wider, bringing his nipples within Masakaki's creepy leer. That snicker boiled his blood.

"Remember your promise, Monster!" Soichiro growled venomously. A murderous glare sharper than a thousand blades met the marionette like man. That widening grin prickled his flesh. "My sister continues to live! You won't lay a finger on her!"

"I wasn't going to lay a finger on her in the first place." Masakaki purred. Soichiro shifted to him sitting on the edge of the bed near his chest. "Though the loan you took to ensure her health bettered would have been revoked," He balanced on a hand placed at his head, and he leaned in so close that Soichiro could see the crazed lines in his golden orbs, "And then she would no longer be a concern." He whispered dauntingly. "Luckily for her," Soichiro hissed hatefully. His skin turned cold and hot at backs of Masakaki's finger brushed down his stomach, "Her beloved big brother has offered everything he has to keep her alive a while longer. But should he cut my collection short-"

"I won't! I swear!" He blurted with a hoarse voice. He won't stop him. Regardless of how sickening his touch was. He'll do anything for her. Masakaki knows this. Precisely why he can smile so perpetually. "Well? Get on with it!" Soichiro barked. He's sick of being stared at like candy.

"Patience...Mr. Mikuni…" That perpetual grin widened ear to ear. "I fully intend to collect your debt…" Soichiro tensed as he sat on his hips, grinding slightly into his manhood. He planted his hands at his stomach, running his long pink tongue across his lips. His eyes partially lidded with ravenous lust. "And I will do so at my own...pace…" His hot breath was visible. Soichiro was going to question how with it being so hot. He hissed at a sudden cold on his skin. Masakaki's hand began its travels, running side to side on his stomach. An unnatural coldness emanated from his gloved hands. Like icy fingers teasing him. Ridiculously long fingers tracing between his hardening nipples, down to the lines of his abs and lower. He'd slip a finger within the waistband of his opened pants and boxers, chuckling at the flinches. Using both hands, he walked spider like fingers up his sides. Tender, wiggling brushes tormenting his goose bumping flesh, running up to his underarms and over the nipples. They were fully erect, begging to be touched. He took his thumbs and pressed to the hardened nubs and moved them in circles. He used his nail to flick the tips. The fabric of his gloves teased them, ushering a shaky moan from the stubborn man.

"It appears you intend to resist to the climax. Wonderful…" Masakaki slowly lowered himself down. His eyes never left the Entre, drinking in his scrunching features as he ground into his throbbing manhood. "Then this will be interesting." His tongue snaked to a nipple, tracing around it. He lightly blew on it and then would suckle, nibbling here and there. His other hand pinched and twisted the free nipple.

"Ha...ha...grr...hrm…" Soichiro's natural response was the wiggle away. To shake him off. But the more her struggled, the more he gave Masakaki to taste. His tongue flicking one nipple while the other is tortured to cherry red. His mind was reeling. He felt dizzy. The room was spinning. His hands closed and opened, grasping at the posts. No...feels good...no more...oh more...His mind betrayed itself. "AH!" He jumped. Masakaki's hand gripped to hard at his side. He was curious of the yelp, and poked him several times. He grinned at Soichiro's twitching.

"Ticklish are we, Mr. Mikuni?" He teased.

"N-no…" He grunted. He was trembling beneath him.

"I don't believe you." He purred. "I think you're enjoying this." That bulge in his trousers sure confirmed as much. "Let's see how you like this then. Hmmm..." With that one daunting finger he lightly stroked Soichiro's groin.

"HN!" He bucked sharply. The feather like feel through his boxers shot electricity into his hips. Masakaki would draw a line at the crevice, then coo tauntingly as he traveled lower and lower, slipping the finger in and teasing the tip through the boxers. Three-quick-taps sent volts into his hips. He jumped like he was on a defibrillator. "Grr...ugh...hm…" Soichiro twisted and writhed, eyes and throat squeezing to resist the moan begging to be released. Masakaki took a second finger and began his tickling on either side of his penis, digging in and wriggling inside like worms for the throbbing ball sack. "HA...AH…" Soichiro was losing his mind, barely keeping his moans to breathy huffs. He doesn't know what it is about those fingers, but Masakaki was driving him insane. As such, he cursed himself as it hardened. The tight space in his boxers was suffocating. Masakaki laughed at him, taking a thumb and index and stroking up...and down...up...and down. A steady rhythm never losing tempo, light twists to elicit new reactions. Soichiro's chest was rising a falling with hot breath. "S...S…"

"Yes, Mr. Mikuni." He cooed.

"Enough...playing!" He choked out. The heat pooling inside of him spread like a fire in the wilderness. Tiny embers prickling rabidly, snapping at the thin wood and growing. The breath of air bringing a searing life into those seemingly harmless embers, igniting it into a flame that will consume everything in its wake. Masakaki's fingers were that wind on the flame, and slowly Mikuni would be consumed by them, unable to do anything but let them burn him.

"Impatient as ever." Masakaki purred. "But I shall oblige." He pulled the boxers torturously slow, jekring them down. Soichiro's erect sprang up full of vigor, catching Masakaki off guard. "My...how bold…" Soichiro turned fifty shades of pink, looking away. "Had I known you desired me so vehemently…" He lightly traced his tongue up the shaft, earning a sharp intake of breath. The erection tensed, a liquid leaking from the tip. Masakaki barely had to grasp the shift, and already Soichiro was moving his hips up and down, begging him to stroke it.

"Are you going to cum so easily?" Masakaki moved the erect member like a joystick, controlling which way Soichiro would turn to free himself. "I'm not sure I want you to. I'm having too much fun." He stroked fingers at his ball sack, earning a breathy HA. Masakaki took a long feather he hid in his jacket. No one knows why he'd have one. He took the tip and began tickling Soichiro's leaking tip. He danced around the tip, running up and down the shaft, sawing the bristling back and forth.

"HAA...STOP...PLEASE…" His body lost all control and writhed under that taunting brush. It tickled terribly, sending shocks through his veins. His head was consumed in this pleasure filled haze. Masakaki stretched himself, bringing his tongue to the ever stiff nipples. He licked and sucked, flicking his tongue. All the while his other hand stroked the bouncing cock with that feather. "No...NO...GH...HA…"

"Don't hold back your voice, Mr. Mikuni. Scream for me…" He set the feather down, swinging his leg to the other side of his hips. He sat on the hard member, running his hips back and forth. Masakaki planted hands to Soichiro's arms, pinning the writhing man in place. He leaned in, running his tongue down and in his ear, twisting it as he trailed to the base of his neck. Soichiro ground his teeth, musty huffs escaping with whimpers. Masakaki slipped a rough, purring kiss to those parched lips, snaking his tongue inside his mouth. He twisted a nipple while their tongues wrestled. He hummed into the kiss, chuckling feeling Soichiro moan into the kiss. "Come now, Mr. Mikuni. Scream for me."

"N...Never…" He rasped. He won't speak. He won't beg. He won't give this monster what he wants. No more.

"What a shame." Masakaki slid down, coming back to the throbbing cock. "It would seem…" He poked at the tip, blowing on it, "I'll have to encourage you to listen." He ran a kiss up ad down, running his tongue around. He would blow sharp puffs, all the while his hands toyed with the sack. He stroked it with a middle and index finger, and thumb, simultaneously sucking on the tip like it were a lollipop. The wonderful secreting filling was a delicious taste. His fingers went to the base slowly and then shot up like a rocket. He maintained this rhythm, watching Soichiro like a hawk. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. The cutest blush spread from his cheeks to his ears. Hot breaths carried by pleading moaned coming from that beautiful mouth.

These beads of sweat drenched his body. He desperately shook to free himself from his suffocating clothing. The heat was unbearable. He pulled at his bindings. Masakaki taking him whole in his mouth, feeling his tongue running on his shaft. He couldn't stop his hips from bucking. He was sent spiraling, everything growing hotter. He could feel his cock just filling and filling, searing hot to explode at any second. "Ngh...please...please!" His mouth spoke without his permission.

Masakaki sucked a moment, licking his lips. "I'm sorry?"

"Please...please...let me cum! I can't...hold it in!" He pleaded in a high pitch voice.

"Oh-ho-ho, the man doth begs." Masakaki chuckled victoriously, continuously stroking that tortured member. The precum had lubed him up, and he was seconds from exploding. But not yet. This was too much fun to pass up. "Do you wish to cum?" He crooned.

"Yes!" Soichiro squeaked.

"Then beg. Scream. Plead for that release!" He raspily purred, bright golden eyes tearing his sweating flesh open.

"P...pl...plea…" His mouth ran dry. His eyes were spinning.

"Hm? What is that? I can't understand you."

"PLEASE! I BEG YOU! LET ME CUM!" Soichiro howled at the top of his lungs.

As if it wasn't already, Masakaki's smile stretched beyond his ears. He snickered menacingly, stroking the throbbing cock even faster. "Then come, Mr. Mikuni! Come...HARD!" One more pump. Soichiro's body jumped, he howled shrilly. Masakaki's face was drench in hot whitecum, the rest leaking to his hand and to Soichiro's stomach. He panted heavily, whimpering like a babe as it kept spilling, the cock going limp in Masakaki's hand. "Very good...VERY good." He licked his fingers, savoring the sweet taste of Soichiro Mikuni. He ran that hand up his stomach, smearing the fresh liquid to coat the humiliation exuding from the sweating flesh. Soichiro growled through gritted teeth. Masakaki stuck his thumb in his mouth, bringing his mouth to his ear. "Your debt has been paid in, Mr. Mikuni." He raised his touching fingers. Soichiro's eyes widened terrified. "Your sister thanks you for your patronage." SNAP!

"AH!" Soichiro shot forward in the dark, panting in drenching sweat. The haze cleared from his shaking gaze. The apartment Masakaki trapped him in came into view. He was still on the bed, legs under the covers. He slapped a hand to his pounding chest, taken aback by his buttoned up shirt fresh and clean as the day he put it on. He ogled his wrists, baffled that there wasn't a single trace of those cuffs. No abrasions, chafe marks - nothing. He tore the covers off, gasping at his pants being back on. The sheets were clean, his clothing was clean, and the only fluids on him were his sweat. Nothing from the...the hand job he suffered. He can still smell Masakaki as if he were standing right in front of him. Feel his cold hands running over him, toying with him, making him beg like a pitiful pet. But glancing at the room...The Representative was never there.

Ring-ring-ring. Soichiro's apartment phone rang. Soichiro shook off his daze, rapidly grabbing the phone. He accidentally hurt himself putting it to his ear. "Y-YES! Hello?!"

"Mr. Mikuni? This is Doctor Yukata. I'm your sister Takako's primary?" The pleasant woman hummed tenderly, taking account that Soichiro sounded agitated.

"Oh yes! Hello! Is...is something wrong?!" Please...please no. This can't be happening. He gave in to Masakaki's demands. He paid his debt. His sister can't be…

"I'm calling to say there's been a development in your sister's condition!" The heartbroken veil ripped off Soichiro, bliss and relief lighting his eyes. "She's come out of her coma, Mr. Mikuni!" Soichiro dropped to his knees, holding a hand to his mouth. Tears of joy spilled down his cheeks. "Her numbers are improving. Her vitals are regulating themselves. She's recovering." Soichiro squeezed his eyes closed, dropping the phone as he wept. He kept his word! He cheered in his mind. She's alive! She's really alive! And she's healing. "Mr. Mikuni? Are you there?"

"Yes...yes, I'm here." He breathed, collecting himself.

"She'll be up for visitors tomorrow morning. Will you be coming by?"

"Yes I will, Doctor. Yes I will."

The End

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