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It was a cold and rainy night like always in Kanai Ward. The wind gave an eerie howl as it blew mercilessly through the streets of the city, blowing trash and various other debris around with it. It was even chillier in the cold, dusty cell former section chief Seth Burroughs was locked in. He had been in here for a while at this point, anxiously awaiting his so-called “punishment” at the hands of the Peacekeepers Director, Yomi Hellsmile. Yomi was a ruthless and sadistic man. He enjoyed the misfortune and misery of others and was no stranger to ruling out immeasurable pain. No matter who that person was, nobody was safe from Yomi’s wrath. Seth could only imagine the immense suffering that awaited him. Would Yomi rip off his limbs? Would he use him as a human knife throwing target? Would he carve him up like a thanksgiving turkey and dump acid into the wounds? Would Seth ever see the light of day again??? Seth shuddered at the thought. It was only a matter of time before Yomi would get bored and need a release.
As if right on cue, two Peacekeepers unlocked his cell and stepped in. Without saying a word they cuffed Seth and began escorting him out of his cell and into a long corridor, that of which connected to an elevator and went up directly to Yomi’s Suite. The walk to the elevator felt like an eternity, even though only a single minute had passed by. The corridor was cold, the shiny white tile floor and gray matte walls did little to help. Seth had been here before, but was having a hard time keeping himself together as he was led to almost certain death. One of the Peacekeepers used a keycard to call down the elevator, and as the doors opened Seth began to feel sickeningly dizzy. His blood ran cold, every hair standing on end. Even the light press of the elevator buttons echoed in his ears. He didn’t even notice himself trembling. The two elevator doors shut, and with a light rumble began to ascend up to the Director’s office. Seth knew he probably wouldn’t make it out of Yomi’s room alive, and took in every little detail around him, from the subtle shake of the elevator to the expensive red carpet beneath his very feet. The elevator ride there was eerily silent, and the longer it took to reach Yomi’s floor the louder the ringing in his ears became. He was currently on a chariot straight to hell itself.
A loud bell chimed throughout the small room and the elevator finally stopped. They have arrived at their destination. The two doors slowly opened and Seth was once again forced to move as the two Peacekeepers dragged him along. Instantly, the sickeningly sweet scent of cinnamon and cedar wood flooded Seth’s nostrils, he could feel his eyes water from how strong the smell was. Distracted by the overwhelming scent coming from Yomi’s office, Seth didn’t even realize he had made it to the door. The entrance to the lair of Satan himself. Seth braced himself for what lies ahead as the door creaked open and the Peacekeepers forced him inside the office. The office was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the faint sound of rain pattering onto the large glass window in the back of the room. Inside the dimly candle lit office was a large red luxury sofa, a few dark stained wooden stools and a large desk with a black leather swivel chair, seating none other than Yomi Hellsmile himself. He sat behind his desk, the swivel chair facing out towards the large glass pane window giving a breathtaking view of the entirety of Kanai Ward. Seth was snapped out of his thoughts by the sickeningly smooth voice of the director calling out from behind the desk.
“Gentlemen.”
The two Peacekeepers immediately straightened up, all of their attention now onto the director.
“Yes, S-Sir?…” The shorter Peacekeeper piped up. Yomi stayed silent for a moment, and the quiet sound of a glass tapping the table could be heard before the swivel chair spun around to face Seth and the Peacekeepers. Yomi’s deadpan expression was enough to strike fear into the heart of even the strongest of men.
“You are dismissed. Leave this prisoner to me.”
The two Peacekeepers nodded and gave a hearty salute, before turning around and promptly exiting the office. It was strangely silent in the room now, that silence was broken by the director's chair squeaking as he stood up, his sights now set on Seth.
“Kneel.” Yomi growled. The former section chief's mind was so clouded he didn’t even notice director Yomi had come out from behind the desk and up behind Seth.
“I said KNEEL YOU PATHETIC WORM.” Before Seth had time to react Yomi’s rough leather boot came down hard onto his back, forcing him onto his knees with a yelp of agony.
“Ngah!…” The throbbing pain in his upper back would be the least of his worries before long, Yomi was already in a bad mood and tended to torture those he could get his hands on for longer when he was angry. He was in for it now.
“I pity you, Seth. But you just don’t know when to quit, do you?” Yomi now had a sadistic smile on his face, his sultry voice was making Seth’s head spin. He did not notice the director was now in front of him, inching dangerously close. With one swift motion, Yomi’s boot slammed into the chest of the former section chief, sending Seth tumbling backwards and onto his side in a sad, limp pile on the floor. Yomi prowled forwards, placing his boot on the side of Seth’s face, rendering him unable to move. The cold leather of the boot and the pressure being applied to his skull made the taller man groan in pain. “D-Director Yomi!….” Seth gasped, still out of breath from the merciless kick in the middle of his chest. The force alone had knocked the wind out of Seth, causing him to gasp and wheeze underneath Yomi. Seth’s voice was already rather quiet, but his lack of breath made what he was trying to say into nothing more than a mere whisper. “I was just doing…! What you t-told me to…!”
Yomi laughed coldly, slowly starting to put more and more pressure on Seth’s head. The director could stamp his head in at any time. Seth was quite surprised he hadn’t done it yet. He was snapped out of his thoughts as another swift kick was planted onto his lower back, causing him to whimper loudly. “WHAT'S THAT? I. CAN’T. HEAR. YOU!” Yomi snarled between kicks. Seth was writhing underneath him, a feeling Yomi knew all too well. Yomi loved watching this frail and quiet mess of a man unravel from his harsh treatment. Bruises were already forming on Seth’s pale skin, and more were soon to be made. The punishment for Yomi’s former underling was far from over. The cold metal of the handcuffs stung his skin, bruises and cuts were forming around his wrists from being jerked around. Seth was stuck here until he died or until Yomi got bored. How much longer until it was his turn to die?…
“Pathetic. Why did I ever even consider making worthless scum like you my underling?” Yomi spat. He finally removed his boot from Seth’s face, causing the taller man on the floor to look up at the director in a daze. “Taking bribes from the church? You make me sick. Now get up. ”
With a quick scramble to his feet Seth stood up, the pain roared in his lower back causing him to wince from the pain. Yomi looked at Seth with that same sadistic smile he always dawned. He was planning something. Seth wasn’t sure what the director had in store for him, but he sure as hell wasn’t ready for it. That disgustingly sultry voice was now noticeably quieter as Yomi spoke once more.
“You know, Seth…”
The two men were now making direct eye contact. Something that rarely happened at all with director Yomi. “If things would have gone my way today, you would already be pinned up against my wall with nails and gutted like a fish. But considering you may still be of use to me, I will offer you a choice.” Seth’s eyes widened. Whatever Yomi had planned was bound to be a disaster. What could Yomi possibly need for Seth to still be of use to him? He was no longer a Peacekeeper, so it made no sense for Yomi to still want him around.
“…D-Director…?” Seth uttered in anticipation. This was not going to end well for him…
“…Either you submit fully to my will and allow me to use your body as I please and I let you live, or I will go with my original plan and torture you to death like you deserve. You should be thankful I'm giving lowly trash such as yourself a chance to make yourself useful…” Yomi’s eyes scanned Seth's face carefully, his eyes crazed yet composed. Seth was trembling again. Was Yomi actually implying what he thought he was? The former section chief felt the room spinning around him, the stench of cedarwood and cinnamon candles assaulted his nostrils, making bile rise in his throat.
“….Use… M-Me?….” Seth gasped quietly in horror as he realized the gravity of the situation, his options now clear in his head. It was either become the directors fucktoy or die a painful death at the directors hands. Seth couldn’t tell which was worse.
“Are you fucking deaf or something?” Yomi snarled.
“Make up your mind, or I will choose for you.”
Yomi’s face was now expressionless, his eyes pierced through Seth’s causing the taller man to tremble even harder. Seth’s mind was racing. It's not like he hadn't thought about submitting to Yomi before, but he never expected it to actually happen. He had to choose, now was the time to make a choice of life or death. Seth was silent for several minutes until finally uttering once more.
“….Okay…”
Yomi flicked his attention back on Seth.
“ Speak up. ” The crimson haired man growled coldly, making Seth almost jump back at the sudden hostility.
“… I'll do it… I w-will… submit…” Seth couldn’t bring himself to look at the director, his face starting to heat up. He never thought he would be submitting to his former boss like this in his entire lifetime. Looks like god had different plans for him. Yomi’s signature devilish grin returned to his face, and his intimidating aura only worsened from that point forward. Seth felt like he just made a huge mistake.
“You really are a disgusting fucking freak, Seth.”
Those words alone made Seth feel like curling up into a little ball and simply disappearing out of thin air. He wasn’t ready for what he was about to endure. With one swift motion Yomi had moved behind him and unlocked the handcuffs binding Seth's hands together, the cuffs falling to the floor with a metallic rattle. The director walked back to his desk and sat haphazardly on top of its hard wood, looking back at his new toy with a sadistic expression plastered across his face.
“ Strip. Now. ” The director’s voice was now nothing more than that of a purr, something Seth thought he would never hear considering how the always hostile, Yomi Hellsmile acted.
Without saying a word Seth slowly began to unbutton his top and the tight belt hugging his torso, his once spotless white Amaterasu uniform now dirtied by tears, blood and dirty shoe prints. He finally undid the last button on the top of his shirt and began to pull it off, the cold air of Yomi’s office finally hitting his pale, bare skin. The taller man looks back at the director, who in turn was staring daggers into him. Seth swallowed his pride and began removing his almost knee length boots, undoing the buckles on both before casting them aside in a neat pile alongside the top half of his uniform. Seth continued stripping off each layer of clothing until he was in nothing but his boxers, the almost see-through white and black checkered fabric doing little to hide what little dignity he had left. Seth's attention was back on Yomi, who stared at him with an amused expression.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Yomi spoke in a cold condescending tone.
Seth felt his blood run cold and anxiety rise in his chest, but he knew if he defied Yomi it would most certainly end in his immediate death. The former Peacekeeper's eyes went wide, his uncontrollable shaking didn't help hide his nervousness. Yomi was getting impatient and stood up with a huff.
"Fine. I'll do it."
With one swift motion Yomi grabbed the taller man and pinned him up against his desk with a grunt. Seth's mind was hazy, but could see the director reach into his pocket and pull something out, and that something was a large 6 inch black and red blade. The blade was slightly curved, the metal was a shiny jet black color and the red comfort grip had two wolves engraved in the handle. Seth felt his heart sink, and sweat began to uncontrollably drip down his forehead. In a panic Seth looked up at Yomi and back down to his hand, the blade slowly inching closer to his body.
"D-Director Yomi!... Wait-! S-Stop!-"
Seth squeaked out in distress, but to no avail. The cold blade went underneath the soft fabric of Seth's undergarments, snagging onto the expensive cotton material. With a quick swipe the razor sharp blade went downwards, ripping through the left side of the pale man's boxers with ease. Seth felt his whole body shudder as the left side of his boxers ripped free, the last threads of his expensive new underwear tearing away. The former Peacekeeper was breathing heavily, and his heart was threatening to jump out of his throat. He swore Yomi could hear his heartbeat. Seth was so lost in thought he didn't even notice the blade poking the right side of his leg until he felt the fabric of his boxers lift up slightly. With another quick motion the fabric tore in the blink of an eye, and the soft material finally broke away, slipping down Seth's pale legs and exposing his already half-hardened member. Seth instinctively covered his shame with his small, frail hands but his arms were immediately pinned back into place by the director.
"You're getting turned on by this you sick fuck? " Yomi taunted as Seth struggled against his grasp, Seth was a bit taller than Yomi but was completely helpless when it came to strength. Yomi was much stronger than he was, as evident by the slight glimpse of powerful muscles rippling underneath his dark brown uniform.
"You really are just a worthless little slut , aren't you?" Yomi laughed as he continued looking Seth up and down, inspecting the frail man from top to bottom.
The director leaned in closer, his hot breath stinging against the nape of the former section chief's neck. Seth shuddered underneath Yomi. His hairs stood on end and goosebumps rose to the surface of his soft skin. Yomi's voice growled into his ear.
"You're going to be mine by the time I'm done with you. You hear me? Mine. "
Before Seth could even utter a word Yomi bit down hard onto the frail man's neck, earning a moan charged with both pain and pleasure from Seth respectively. He had completely forgotten about the pain in his back and chest. Yomi slowly bit and licked on that abused spot, leaving a large hickey in its place. Seth panted and writhed underneath the director, struggling against Yomi's firm grasp. With one hand keeping Seth pinned against the desk, Yomi's other hand began exploring around the taller man's body, mainly targeting his chest and waist. The rough leather of Yomi's gloves felt cold against his skin, but in a good kind of way. A way Seth couldn't really explain. Yomi's right hand traveled down farther, and farther still, until lightly brushing against Seth's now hardened cock, causing him to whimper in response.
"D-Director Yomi!...." Gasped the unhealthy looking man, as he screwed his eyes shut.
In response Yomi lightly trailed his gloved fingers up and down Seth's length earning small gasps and mewls of approval. Those noises of pleasure soon turned into a light scream of pain as Yomi grabbed onto Seth's junk, squeezing tightly around his shaft. "Ngahhh…!"
"I'm not doing this for your enjoyment, stupid fucking mutt. You're supposed to be my toy! " Yomi spat, figurative venom dripping off his words. The director let go of Seth and backed away, going behind his desk and opening a drawer. Yomi took a minute rummaging through the various objects in the drawer, and once he found what he needed closed the drawer and locked it behind him before making his way back to the frail man slumped onto his desk.
He forcefully grabbed Seth and pulled him up by his shoulders, and then down onto his knees. Yomi reached into the pocket of his uniform, pulling out a black leather studded collar and a leash, and snapping it in place around Seth's neck, giving the leash a few hearty tugs.
"Let's go." Ordered the director, pulling Seth in the direction of Yomi Hellsmile's personal suite. The two men pushed past the beautiful gold and black double doors and into the suite, with Yomi locking both doors behind them. Yomi's suite had mainly black matte walls with a shiny golden trim and accessories, and a dark crimson carpet. There was a grand fireplace on the right side of the bedroom, and a couple of bright red modern looking chairs on the other side along with a vintage looking chandelier overhanging the middle of the room. The back wall of the bedroom was a large bulletproof glass wall, overseeing the other side of Kanai ward, decorated with black and red silk curtains for privacy.
Then there was the bed.
Yomi's personal bed was a large king-size mattress decorated with black sheets, a large crimson comforter and to top it off, large luxury pillows with black and red silk pillowcases. This suite definitely cost a pretty penny… Yomi tugged on the leash, guiding Seth over to the bed. Yomi stopped right at the foot of the mattress and looked at Seth with a sadistic grin.
"On your knees." He commanded.
Seth complied and got down onto his knees, now looking up directly at director Yomi, waiting anxiously on his next move. The director sat down on the edge of the bed, finally releasing his grasp on the black leather leash connecting to the studded collar that was snapped onto the frail man's neck. Yomi began to undo his own belt, and tossed it to the side before unbuttoning his pants, and slightly sliding them down now revealing an extremely noticeable bulge in the fabric. Yomi moved his boxers down a bit, allowing his own hardened shaft to spring free from its enclosure, lightly smacking Seth in the face.
"Start servicing your new master, slut. If you even dare to think about trying to bite me I will slit your throat and fuck that hole instead." Yomi commanded. Without hesitation Seth guided his head forward and lightly licked up Yomi's length. The taste wasn't something that Seth particularly enjoyed, but at least he is not dead… The pale man hesitantly worshipped the director's cock, licking up and down the shaft and sucking the head a bit earning a small chuckle of approval from Yomi. Seth mentally prepared himself for his next move, and slowly began taking Yomi into his mouth, inch by inch. The frail man tried his hardest not to gag, choking back his tears and he began to bob his head up and down in an awkward attempt to please Yomi. He had to. Otherwise, he was going to die. However, there was no guarantee that Yomi would keep his word and let Seth live after he finished using him, either. Yomi seemed to get tired of Seth’s hesitation, and bucked his hips upwards, thrusting his cock deep inside Seth’s mouth with a grunt of satisfaction. Seth took that as a sign to kick it up a notch and took Yomi deeper and deeper into his mouth, earning breathy grunts and chuckles from the crimson haired man.
“Such a dirty slut. ” Yomi breathes out while Seth continues worshiping him. The director gets an idea and grabs a fistfull of Seth’s soft dark hair and forces his full length into his former underling’s mouth, causing Seth to impulsively gag earning a dark chuckle from Yomi. Seth's muffled noises of protest only enticed Yomi even more as he continued forcing his cock down the taller man’s throat, essentially face-fucking the poor, defenseless guy. Yomi was savoring the feeling of Seth choking on his dick. Watching the tears well in the pale man’s eyes was a major turn on, but watching Seth mentally unravel under his control was even more exhilarating.
Yomi truly was a sick, vindictive fuck.
The only thing Seth could do was accept it. The director’s breathy grunts got louder, indicating he was starting to get close to his release. His thrusts into Seth’s mouth were getting more and more sloppy, his fingers still entangled firmly in the frail man’s dark hair.
" Fuck…" Yomi hissed as he thrust viciously into his pet's throat. Seth's jaw hurt from being open for so long, but the only thing on his mind right now was pleasing the director.
Without warning, Yomi let out a long, satisfied grunt, finally releasing into Seth's mouth. Seth nearly gagged at the taste, and before he had the chance to spit out the gross odd substance, Yomi looked Seth directly in the eyes, his voice no higher than that of a lowly purr.
"Swallow it, you spineless roach. All of it. "
The sickly looking man obeyed, after Yomi removed his shaft from Seth's jaws he reluctantly swallowed the load, a small amount dribbling from his semi-swollen lips. Yomi could only smile sadistically at the mess of a man beneath him.
"Such a good boy for me, Seth. Now be a good dog and get up. "
Without hesitation Seth slowly stood up, his knees shaky, threatening to give out from beneath him. The crimson haired man stood up himself, grabbing the taller man and forcefully pushing him down onto the bed. Yomi’s bed was even softer than Seth imagined, everything about it was perfect, from the silk pillowcases to the intoxicating scent of Yomi’s signature cologne. The feeling of the soft fabric of the crimson comforter beneath him rubbing against his bare skin caused Seth to shudder, this was a feeling that would take some time to get used to… Yomi looked down at the frail man sprawled out on his bed, completely exposed to him and ready to be used at his disposal. The director began stripping himself down, first starting with his prized leather boots and his black ankle socks. Then focusing on undoing the straps of the jacket of his dark brown uniform, and folding it neatly before placing it on a chair next to the bed. Underneath the jacket was an expensive white button up shirt, with no stains or loose threads in sight. Yomi undid the buttons on the shirt one by one, finally letting Seth catch a glimpse of what the director’s body actually looked like.
Powerful yet subtle muscles revealed themselves as the dress shirt slid off of Yomi’s broad shoulders, his toned yet pale upper body now on full display. Yomi was skinny, and somewhat effeminate looking but the rippling muscles beneath his skin was nothing to scoff at. Seth finally realized he was staring and quickly looked away, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment. This didn’t go unnoticed by Yomi, who called back to him.
“Hey, I didn’t tell you to look away, you miserable pest!” The director hissed in frustration, causing Seth to look back up at him in alarm. Yomi chuckled at Seth's obedience and went back to stripping off his uniform, now starting on his lower body. His pants were already unbuttoned, so Yomi had no trouble at all slipping them off and placing them on the neatly folded pile on the chair behind him. Then there were Yomi’s boxers. They were solid black, and made out of some sort of expensive tear-proof material developed by Amaterasu Corp. Those boxers probably cost more than Seth's entire uniform…
Yomi didn’t remove them however, instead reaching under the bed and pulling a large duralumin case from underneath. He placed the case onto the bed and produced a small key out of seemingly thin air. Yomi unlocked the case, and Seth’s eyes widened on the contents that were inside. Various sex toys were diligently placed inside, with a variety of whips, chains, vibrators, handcuffs and other strange looking objects that Seth had never seen before. Seth swore his heart was about to jump out of his chest, as the crimson haired man infront of him grabbed something from the black case, and that something happened to be a small hand-sized leather whip. Yomi grabbed a couple of other items from the case, before closing it and placed it back underneath the bed. Seth’s eyes widened in fear as Yomi grabbed the whip and started slowly inching towards him with a sadistic expression plastered on his face.
“D-Director Yomi!… Wait!- What are y-you-“ The end of Seth’s sentence instead came out as a yowl of pain as the black leather whip was cracked hard onto the side of his thigh, leaving a beet red welt in its place. Yomi could only chuckle in response.
“ Dogs don’t talk back to their masters, Seth. ”
Yomi’s expression was twisted, almost a mixture of anger, pleasure, and sadism mixed into one. It was a look the pale man in front of him would never forget. Seth whimpered in pain, his hands inching downward to attempt to soothe the fresh welt on his skin. This only provoked Yomi to strike again, this time on Seth’s wrist causing the man to scream out in pain once more, jerking his hands away. Embarrassingly enough, the sickly looking man’s arousal only grew, his shaft involuntarily twitching in response to the pain searing through his body. It’s not like he was enjoying this, right?
“Never took you for the type to like it rough. Don’t worry, though.” Yomi climbed up onto the bed and towards the taller man. He leaned closer, causing Seth to shudder at the feeling of the director’s breath on his cold skin. His face was mere inches from Seth’s now. Yomi reached out a hand and roughly grabbed the frail man’s face, forcing his attention back onto him.
“I will try not to be too rough for your first time, hehe... We wouldn’t want my new toy to break yet, would we?”
Seth let out small whines and mewls as he lightly struggled against Yomi’s grasp. Yomi grinned in response and grabbed both of Seth’s wrists and swiftly pinned them above the sickly looking man and onto the bed.
“Now… Are you going to play nice or do I have to restrain you?”
Seth’s mind was starting to become a bit foggy. It felt like his skin was on fire, and the cold fingertips of the director were not helping.
“…I will o-obey…” Seth’s voice was barely that of a whisper now. He trembled underneath Yomi’s grasp and couldn’t bring himself to look the director in the face, but he could feel Yomi’s piercing gaze burning into him.
“ Speak up. ” Yomi hissed in annoyance. Seth never talked back thankfully but it was almost impossible to hear him sometimes and it drove Yomi crazy.
His voice was always so quiet. The director found it both annoying and amusing at the same time. Seth looked up at the director, his face now bright red in frustration and arousal.
“I s-said!… I will obey…”
Yomi smirked at his response.
“Good. If not I would have to punish you again. It doesn’t matter, though. By the end of the night you will be my bitch. ”
Without giving Seth time to react, Yomi swiftly dipped his head down and bit down hard on the taller man’s collarbone, causing Seth to yelp in pain. Yomi was not going to go easy on him. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was enjoying making Seth unravel beneath him. The last time Yomi had sex was with Martina, and she was fairly composed most of the time, much to Yomi’s annoyance. Seth however was practically melting right into his hands. It took almost zero effort to make him fully submit, something Yomi took pride in. Yomi continued biting and sucking on Seth’s neck, and began slowly making his way down the pale man’s body, leaving countless bites and hickeys along his skin. He got down to Seth’s thighs, getting dangerously close to his length before placing a bite directly onto the taller man’s inner thigh.
“D-Director…!” Seth gasped in pain, the bite was almost deep enough to draw blood…
Seth didn’t even notice that Yomi had grabbed one of the items that came out of the case until he felt a sharp pain from the outer side of his left thigh. He let out a gasp of pain and looked down to see the source of the sudden sensation, only to see a small blade gliding down his skin, leaving a small wound in its wake. Hot pink blood immediately dribbled out of the incision, slowly starting to run down the thigh. Yomi looked up at Seth with a shit eating grin on his face and brung himself over to inspect his work. He slowly licked at the cut, lapping up some of the sickly man’s blood as he worshiped the wound. Seth was trembling again, his eyes wide in horror. Yomi slowly licked and kissed at the wound until blood eventually stopped leaking out and looked back up at Seth’s pale, horrified face. He pressed the blade closer to his inner thigh and Seth's breathing only grew more ragged and erratic, trying desperately to muster the courage to tell Yomi to stop.
“Yomi!- Wait!- P-Please!-“ Seth’s pleading only turned into a scream of agony as the crimson haired man dug the blade into his skin, dragging it down painfully slow as a means to torture the poor man.
“It’s Director Yomi to you, pathetic worm.” Yomi spat. Tears were now welling in Seth’s eyes, as he tried desperately to choke back a sob. Yomi’s head glided forward and he began to lap at the other open wound.
“D-Director Yomi!…. Please! It h-hurts!” Seth lightly sobbed as Yomi looked back up at him. Yomi grinned sadistically.
“It’s all a part of the fun, mutt. I can always just stick to my original plan and kill you instead, if that's what you want….” Yomi slowly climbed on top of Seth, their faces now inches apart.
“And we wouldn’t want that, would we?… Besides, considering how hard you are right now, I'd say your body begs to differ.”
Yomi grabbed Seth’s cock, lightly squeezing it and earning a choked out moan from the pale man.
“Now tell me, Seth… You’re enjoying this aren’t you, you sick freak?” Yomi’s eyes burned into Seth’s, blue meeting green. Seth would only whine in response, attempting to grind his length against Yomi’s hand as he softly uttered ‘yes’ like a broken record. Yomi only chuckled in response, and got even closer to the taller man beneath him.
“So needy… Alright. I’ll give you what you want, slut. ”
Yomi finally closed the gap between the two, planting a kiss on Seth’s chapped, bleeding lips. The kiss quickly got more heated as the director bit down on Seth’s bottom lip, causing him to open his mouth in an attempt to protest. Yomi immediately plunged his tongue inside Seth’s mouth, the two began exploring each other desperately. Seth could barely make out the taste of iron, quickly realizing he was tasting his own blood. The thought was almost enough to make him gag. Yomi was almost merciless. He grabbed a handful of Seth’s soft hair and pulled him closer, the kiss coming increasingly more rough. Seth felt Yomi’s hardened cock rubbing against him through his boxers, the feeling making the frail man let out a desperate moan as Yomi continued his assault on his body. Yomi finally pulled away, leaving both men panting, horny messes, a small string of saliva still connecting the two. Seth already felt like he could burst at any minute.
Yomi chuckled lowly at the pathetic mess of a man beneath him. “I think you’re ready.”
Yomi reached over to his nightstand and pulled a small clear bottle out of one of the drawers, Seth watching him anxiously. The crimson haired man flipped the cap open, applying a little bit of the clear substance inside to his fingers. After tossing the bottle aside he directed his attention back to Seth, and grabbed one of the frail man’s legs, pushing it to the side for better access. Yomi brought himself closer, with his left hand making its way down to Seth’s rear, lightly prodding his index finger against the taller man’s entrance. Seth let out a yelp at the sudden contact, looking back up at the director who looked down at him with an amused expression. Seth’s heart was going a mile a minute now, anxiety completely racking through his body. Without warning Yomi pushed the first finger inside, causing Seth to gasp in discomfort.
“Hey, you need to calm down. It’s going to hurt a lot if you don’t let your body relax a bit. Not that I mind, but I imagine that it won’t be a very pleasant experience for you.” Yomi mumbled as he continued to work his finger in and out of Seth’s hole. Seth sighed and attempts to steady his breathing and calm his heart rate. Deep breath in… Deep breath out… Deep breath in… Deep breath out…
Seth’s body relaxed a bit, his muscles no longer tense as he continued to focus on his breathing. Yomi took this as a sign to add in another finger, earning more noises from Seth. Seth was starting to feel good from this, he had never done anything besides jerk himself off in the past, so having Yomi’s fingers inside of him was a very odd and new experience for him. Yomi chuckled as Seth let out more gasps and mewls, taking it as a sign he was doing a good job. Yomi leaned in and bit down on Seth’s shoulder, his long and slender fingers still working away at the entrance of the man beneath him. The crimson haired man added a third finger, causing Seth to groan loudly and lightly squirm underneath him. Yomi suddenly hit a spot that made the sickly looking man cry out and arch his back, the director slightly taken aback by Seth’s sudden reaction.
“Found it.” Yomi chuckled as he continued fingering the taller man, making sure to pay extra attention to his prostate.
“Hah- Di-Director Yomi…! I think I-Im going to-!” Seth wasn’t able to complete his sentence as Yomi had removed his fingers, making him whine in response.
“Oh no, we aren’t going there yet. We haven’t even gotten to the main event..” Yomi smirked as he grabbed the bottle of lube beside them and flicked the cap open once more. Yomi slipped off his black boxers, tossing them aside and began applying some of the lube to his fully hardened shaft. Seth was a little afraid, Yomi’s cock wasn’t huge, but his size was not something to scoff at either… The fact that thing was going to be deep inside him made the frail man audibly gulp. Yomi inches closer to Seth, grabbing one of the taller man’s thighs and slinging it over his shoulder, lining himself up with Seth’s entrance. Yomi was starting to feel the effects of the aphrodisiacs in the lube as he slowly prodded his tip to the pale man’s hole. Seth was starting to feel it too.
“Director Y-Yomi.. Please…” Seth panted. He was starting to get impatient. Yomi simply smirked and leaned forward, his voice now no louder than a mere whisper.
“You’re my toy now, Seth. Mine. ”
With that Yomi pushed the tip of his length in, making Seth bite his own tongue trying to choke back whatever embarrassing sounds were threatening to spill out. Yomi slowly pushed inside, inch by inch. Watching Seth’s needy hole swallow him up gave him a rush of satisfaction. He had now fully submitted to being Yomi’s bitch. Seth wrapped his arms around Yomi's back, his nails lightly digging into the skin as the crimson haired man pushed the rest of his length in.
Seth had now fully sheathed Yomi’s cock. Yomi began to start thrusting, making the sickly man gasp and moan in ecstasy beneath him. He moved Seth’s thigh up a little more, giving him better access to his entrance. Yomi was practically in heaven, Seth’s walls clenched around him causing an indescribable feeling of pleasure to course throughout his whole body. Seth on the other hand felt like he was about to be pushed over the edge at any moment, especially when Yomi began speeding up his thrusts a bit. Yomi got an idea and pulled out, making Seth groan in frustration. The crimson haired man then slammed back in, hitting Seth’s prostate in the process, making the taller man scream out in pleasure. Seth’s fingernails dug into Yomi’s back as he continued thrusting, Seth crying out each time Yomi hit that special spot. The room was silent besides the sounds of wet slaps and damn near animalistic moans echoing throughout the suite.
“Ahn!.. Y-Yomi..!” Seth moaned out as the director pounded away at him. The former peacekeeper wrapped his legs around Yomi, forcing him deeper inside.
“Hah… Fuck…! Such a good boy for me..” Yomi hissed out as he mercilessly abused Seth’s hole. Seth was nearing his climax, and with Yomi insisting on hitting his prostate almost every time he thrusts in, it was becoming increasingly hard to keep his composure.
“Ahh..! Yomi.. Y-Yomi!-“ Seth called out, Yomi knew exactly what was about to happen and grabbed onto Seth’s dick, pumping his length visiously as he continued hammering away at the former peacekeepers ass. Seth cried out as he finally released, his walls tightening around Yomi as he came all over both of their bodies.
However Yomi was far from finished.
He continued thrusting roughly into Seth’s abused hole, grunting in satisfaction while Seth started to cry out Yomi’s name. Seth was becoming overstimulated, and it was taking his all to not pass out then and there. Yomi let out more grunts and hisses of pleasure, but the most priceless thing about the moment was Seth's face. Tears rolled down the frail man’s face and his eyes were tightly shut, he cried and moaned out uncontrollably as his prostate was hit over and over again. There were countless scratch marks up and down Yomi’s back, some were even bleeding from how hard Seth dug his nails into Yomi’s skin. Yomi didn’t mind the pain though. If anything it made the experience all the more pleasurable. Yomi smirked as one of his hands glided forwards and to Seth’s neck, his hand lightly wrapping around this throat. The crimson haired man squeezed lightly, while still assaulting the poor man’s ass.
Seth could only make strained noises and quiet swears as Yomi choked him, Seth never expected to be the kind to enjoy being choked but here he was. Being fucked mercilessly by his former boss in exchange for his life was not how he expected his day to go, yet its not like he was in any position to complain. Seth was fully hard again now, his dick once again aching for some form of relief. He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice Yomi let go of his throat, pull out and grab him. Yomi grabbed Seth and flipped him over, the taller man’s face shoved into the bed while his ass stood up high in the air, with Yomi on his knees behind him. Without warning Yomi had thrusted into Seth once more, now being able to hit Seth's prostate with ease. Seth damn near screamed out, something rather unusual for the man considering his extremely quiet nature.
“Such a dirty slut for me, Seth… Nothing but- Ah..- A toy for me to use at my disposal!…” Yomi chuckled, still hammering away at Seth's ass. Seth’s noises were muffled by the sheets beneath them, making Seth lightly turn his head so he would be able to breathe. Unbeknownst to him, Yomi had grabbed the whip again and had struck the frail man on the ass cheek, causing Seth to cry out once more while clenching around the crimson haired man’s shaft. Seth was now repeating Yomi’s name like a broken record, provoking Yomi into striking Seth once again, this time on his back, making the man howl in both pain and ecstasy.
“Shut up!… So noisy…” Yomi hissed, still thrusting into the frail man beneath him. Seth could feel his climax creeping up on him again, as Yomi’s was inching near as well.
“Y-Yomi!… Ah-“ Seth was cut off by Yomi leaning forward and biting down hard near his shoulder. Yomi was getting close, so he grabbed the whip and struck once more, causing Seth to involuntarily clench around the director’s cock. He reached around and grabbed Seth’s cock, slowly but diligently stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“Director- Y-Yomi! YOMI…! Hah..- Ah!” With another well aimed thrust Seth was tipped over the edge and came again, this time directly into Yomi’s hand. With a few final thrusts Yomi came as well.
“Fuck!…” He hissed as he came deep inside of Seth’s hole, continuing to thrust until he had finally rode out the last seconds of his orgasm. Seth was a trembling, twitching mess, and collapsed onto the bed shortly after Yomi pulled out. Yomi stood up and went somewhere out of Seth’s view, presumably to clean himself off. He returned and climbed back onto the bed, next to the panting mess of a man known formerly as Peacekeeper Seth Burroughs. Yomi smiled at his handiwork. Before he had got started Seth’s skin was spotless, soft and pale. Now there were countless bruises, bites, cuts, welts, and hickeys sprinkled all across his body. It was like a piece of art that Yomi had created himself. It was truly a sight to behold. Yomi hated the idea of other’s sleeping in his bed, but as he turned to face Seth he noticed that the poor guy had already passed out, much to his disdain. W ithout a word, Yomi grabbed the comforter and pulled some of the covers over the both of them before reaching over to his nightstand and turning off the light. It wasn’t long before Yomi eventually fell asleep as well.
Maybe he could get used to this?
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Seth woke up the next morning completely unaware of where he was. Pain seared through his head as he slowly tried to sit up, yelping at the sudden pain in his lower back. Suddenly, memories of that night flooded his mind. The realization hit him like a truck.
He had slept with his former boss in exchange for his life.
Seth looked around frantically, yet saw no sign of Yomi. The frail man slowly got up, attempting to make his way to his pile of clothing on the chair next to the bed, his legs threatening to give out from underneath him. Seth threw on his dirty uniform and made his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
Still no sign of Yomi.
Seth sighed as he grabbed a mug from one of Yomi’s cabinets and prepared the coffee machine. After pressing the switch to turn on the machine Seth sighed and slumped against the counters. He was going to have to do this whenever Yomi felt like it. He was now no longer a free man, but nothing but a mere toy. The coffee finished brewing and Seth filled the mug with the bitter liquid. The kind of coffee Yomi drank was one of the few things imported from outside of Kanai Ward. It was extremely expensive too, much like the rest of his stuff. As Seth stepped out of the kitchen a voice rang out from behind him.
“Good morning, Mr. Burroughs!”
Seth dropped the mug out of surprise and whipped around, and behind him was none other than Makoto Kagutsuchi, Amaterasu Corporations CEO.
“You!… You s-shouldn’t be here!…” Seth snapped. Makoto only giggled like a schoolgirl in response.
“It seems like you two had a rather… eventful night.”
Seth growled in frustration.
“Who l-let you in here?- Where I-Is Director Yomi?” Makoto was rummaging through Yomi’s fridge, but found nothing of interest and closed the steel door and flickered his attention back to Seth.
“He is out running an errand for me. I let myself in.” Makoto replied innocently. “But I would like to talk to you, actually Mr. Burroughs.”
Seth didn’t like Makoto, but he was obviously here for a reason so he should at least hear him out.
“It’s about Director Yomi, actually. If you’re willing to… give me some information, I will grant you full immunity from his wrath.”
Seth’s eyes widened. He was probably trying to play a trick on him. If Yomi caught wind of this, he would most certainly have Seth killed. But, Makoto always made good on his promises…
Maybe he should hear him out?…
…
…
Seth sighed and looked back up to the masked man, who was now rummaging through Yomi’s kitchen cabinets.
“…I'm listening.”