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The smoke was visible from half-way across the city.

Everyone heard about the fire. It was a pretty big deal. You didn’t often hear about a building exploding smack-dab in the middle of SanFransokyo. The media was quick to arrive on the scene, broadcasting the flaming ruins of what once was the SFIT Tech Showcase. Firefighters and policemen battled the fury of the flames in a meager attempt to rescue those still trapped inside. Their efforts were disappointingly futile.

Miles away, hidden behind tasteful bamboo screens illuminated in warm light, was a man experiencing a very different kind of loss. Yama cared very little for what lives might have been lost. Most people did, in fact. The sympathy that others expressed was usually all performative - a means of earning social grace. Most people didn’t even know those who perished. And if you don’t know them, then you can realistically only care so little. People die every day. What was truly a tragedy were the various technological achievements currently being consumed by the flames.

Yama didn’t care much for the prosperity of the city. No, he was entirely selfish in his desires. What he truly cared about was in what ways those new advancements could give him more power or more control. Every year he would sit down with one of the more intelligent members of his gang and let them explain every new invention in a way he could understand. This year, there had been something truly incredible being shown. In basic terms, it was a memory implant. The device was initially intended to help people overcome memory loss by simply inputting their own history back into their skulls. Of course, its spotlight was mostly snuffed by academics who were able to foresee its more nefarious applications.

The ethics of it mattered very little to Yama.

Late that night, just as the fires had died to hot smolders and the firefighters had abandoned the rubble for a later night, Yama drove down with a good handful of men. He ordered them to search the rubble. They could burn their hands if they had to for all he cared. If there was a chance that the machine was still intact, then he wouldn’t let it pass. In fact, if it was even partially still working, this might even be better than having stolen in pristinely. No one would question its disappearance - just more dreams reduced to ash. And like dreams, it would soon be forgotten.

“Sir.”

Yama turned his head to meet his man’s gaze. The suited figure gestured out towards where two others were crouched at the edge of the rubble, arms straining as they lifted something heavy out from the smoking debris. Yama’s eyes narrowed, scanning what they’ve found, just before his mouth stretched into a large, malicious grin.

“You found it?” he asked, turning to his man for confirmation.

The individual nodded, and then he was moving with Yama as the leader went to examine it himself. “From a brief examination, it still appears to be functional. Most of the blackening is just soot.”

“Y-Yama, Sir!” A younger man, just into his twenties, rushed up towards him. Churro. That’s what Yama called him. Churro cut a lean figure that wasn’t quite as bulky as the rest of his men. He was taller than average with sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes. He didn’t have much of the talent you’d expect to find in his gang. No, Yama only accepted him as a member for one purpose and one purpose only: eye-candy. The younger man was pleasing to look at. Given the time, Yama had every intention of turning him into a loyal concubine rather than a gang member.

The boy ran up to him, nearly out of breath from the short distance. He doubled over, hands on his knees as he gasped for air. “Yama, Sir! We found a survivor in the nearby shrubs. He’s unconscious, but…well, he seems stable. Nothing but minor burns and maybe a concussion. He probably breathed in a lot of smoke, too.”

Ah, that’s right. Churro had been striving to be a doctor. Still is, Yama believes, except now for those living in the criminal underworld. Shame. Good looks like that were wasted on such a prestigious degree. Yama would enjoy showing him his place.

“Churro,” he said, voice heavy as he narrowed his eyes towards the younger man. “Your priorities are misplaced. Why would I care about a stranger dying in some ditch?”

The lad straightened up under Yama’s critical gaze. He swallowed thickly. “W-we came here to recover a highly t-technical device, Yama, Sir,” he said, eyes following his boss’s hands as Yama lit a cigar and pulled it up to his lips. “The convention…it’s full of engineers and scientists. This one might be able to help us operate it.”

Yama considered that for a moment as he huffed out a small cloud of smoke. He chuckled lightly. Well, perhaps the blondie’s brains were more useful than he gave credit for. With a small wave of the stub between his fingers, he gestured to one of his other underlings. “Bring him to me, then. Let’s take a look.”

It took only moments. A body was carried over on a makeshift stretcher and laid at Yama’s feet. The large man looked down, brow furrowing slightly. Beneath the soot and grime, there was something oddly familiar about this boy. Something that made Yama’s blood simmer. If only he could remember why. The boy certainly wasn’t someone from an opposing gang. Neither was he a police officer - Yama had already memorized all of them. No, if Yama were to guess, he’d think the boy was a college student. Probably just reaching his twenties. Perhaps a tad younger. He was well-built as well. Through the tattered shirt, he could see nice, defined muscles in his chest. His sides beveled inward, giving him a slim waist but wider hips. With a look of interest, he reached forward and nudged the boy with his foot, turning him just enough to see the curvature of his ass through a tight pair of jeans. He offered a small chuckle in appreciation. If he were cleaned up, this stranger would probably be even more attractive than Churro was. So, until it was examined further, he was willing to let the odd bout of anger he felt slide.

Gesturing with his cigar, he ordered his men, “Take this one with us. Get him a doctor. For now, if he wakes up, put him back under.”

“Yes, Sir.” Three people gathered up the stranger and began carrying him towards one of their many big, black vans. Yama watched him go, mind running wild with all sorts of things he would be willing to do to a body like that. His lips curled into a devilish grin as he gestured back towards his former eye-candy.

“Congrats, Churro. You’ve been spared.”

The man breathed a relieved sigh, shoulders dropping downward, before the words sunk in fully. He blinked, blankly, looked off to the side, and then turned his gaze back towards Yama with confusion. “Wait….what?”

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In the days following, Yama’s underlings had managed to successfully get the machine running. It took some time to learn how to operate it, even at its basics. None of his men were quite as bright as the man who engineered it. Trial and error was their friend, despite the two or three men who now had slight issues with their memory. The worst repercussion of their failures was the utter brain-melt of Churro. Apparently, Yama wasn’t the only one who liked to eye him up. One of his other men used the device without permission to try and make Churro enjoy being touched, like an eager puppy. Instead of a small change, Churro’s intellect was washed away until a puppy was all he behaved like. The underling was forgiven considering the breakthrough his men had after the incident, and Churro was donated to him as a reward. Yama didn’t need him anymore - not after acquiring their new guest.

Tadashi Hamada.

It wasn’t difficult to discover the male’s identity. All they had to do was keep an eye on the obituaries for the next day or two. That, and he ended up being shown in a news segment that covered the “tragic” loss. Yama snorted at the thought. He had gained more than he ever could have imagined. To think that his new little toy had genius level intellect in the fields of science and engineering. That, and his looks, was enough for Yama to forgive him for his wrong doings.

As soon as he saw the name, Yama had realized why the face made him so angry. This mere college student was the one who helped that runt - his brother - escape from him after a humiliating bot fight defeat. For a moment, Yama considered killing him. But, no, there was too much to gain from having Tadashi in his possession: a pretty face, a good brain, and a way to eventually get back at that scheming brat.

Tadashi laid dormant in a coma, but Yama was told with certainty that he would awaken soon. So, in preparation, he had his underlings strip the boy down and clean him from head to toe, wiping away all the soot and ash that had caked his skin. And once he was good to go, they left him like that. Yama was already pleased with the sight. Tadashi looked even better in the nude. On the first day, the crime lord had gingerly run his hands up and down the boy’s body, feeling every inch of skin and letting his imagination run wild. Already, he had plans for Tadashi, and the fact the boy was currently unconscious was not a setback but an opportunity.

So yes, Yama got handsy from day one. He wrapped his fingers around Tadashi’s slim waist, feeling the bare skin against his palms. With a pleased hum, he slid his hands up, arms spreading to accommodate the increased width as his thumbs stretched inward to run up against those perky nipples. The little buds were soft against his touch. He toyed with them, moving his thumbs in circles and digging them into the stiff nubs. Yama was quick to learn how sensitive the boy’s body was. Even unconscious, Tadashi’s face tensed a little before he muttered out a soft sound of stimulation. And Yama couldn’t help but grin at hearing it.

Of course, there was a lot more there to dig his fingers into. Tadashi’s nipples sat atop two delicious mounds of succulent muscle. His pecs protruded enough to almost appear like boobs, but they still held the firm buoyancy of muscle. And Yama quickly found that groping them was endlessly entertaining. They felt incredible in his hands. And Tadashi squirmed whenever he squeezed down. He could imagine such a perfect pair of masculine tits being pressed against his cock. The thought was enough to get him hard. Stepping away for a brief moment, Yama told one of his underlings to guard the door to the room and let no one inside. And then, with the assurance of privacy, he peeled off his own clothing. The air cooled his erect cock and circulated his potent musk throughout the room.

Returning to Tadashi, Yama roughly flipped the boy over, careful only of the tube currently feeding him nutrition until he awoke. The large man only took a brief moment to appreciate Tadashi’s strong back and shapely ass before his hands moved in to cup each cheek. He squeezed and jostled those buoyant mounds, watching them bend and deform to his will before springing back into perfectly beefy globes. His thumbs slid inside and spread Tadashi open, revealing his pink, virgin hole to Yama’s greedy gaze. It looked small and tight. Yama would change that soon enough.

There was much of Tadashi’s body that was pleasing. Yama let his hands roam freely over it for an hour or so before he finally had to carry on with his day. So, as a parting gift, he gently pried the young man’s lips open with his thumb and lowered the tip of his cock until he could feel it rest against Tadashi’s tongue. He slid his palm up and down against the throbbing length, dousing the boy’s taste buds with his pre and smearing unwashed gunk onto the wet muscle. With a few grunts and huffs, he coaxed out an orgasm, his semen filling Tadashi’s mouth. The unconscious boy instinctively began to swallow it down, ingesting the lewd fluid into his body. His face scrunched initially in disgust, but as he swallowed, it slowly relaxed into something more…satisfied. Yama petted his hair, pleased, before leaving the room.

A couple more days and they got their machine up and running. Once Churro was turned into a pet and their knowledge on the basics of operation were assured, they finally hooked up their fresh recruit. Yama didn’t want to risk losing Tadashi’s mind, however, so they stuck with simple changes for now. Just three. First, they wiped Yama’s name and face from Tadashi’s mind. No reason for the boy to remember him. It might cause conflict with his better nature. Secondly, they wanted Tadashi to be trusting towards their group. And lastly, Tadashi would have an overwhelming curiosity in the new machine once he awoke. Those were more than easy to input. The process essentially boiled down to typing out what changes they wanted to back and hitting “submit.” It was easy enough that Yama knew for certain they weren’t accessing the device’s full potential. He just hoped these few alterations lasted long enough for Tadashi to help them know the machine better.

And since they were changing Tadashi however they pleased anyways, Yama went ahead and began the process of shaving the boy completely. Naturally, he had a trail of hair leading down from his belly and towards some neatly trimmed pubes. His legs were covered in little more than fuzz. His pits had small patches of dark hair. It wasn’t anything awful, but Yama preferred his toys to be smooth. So, he found a two hour slot during his day to take the room for himself. The heavy crime lord stripped down again, leaving himself just as bare as Tadashi was. He started with Tadashi’s pits and chest, carefully removing the hairs with layers of wax carefully applied to the skin. Afterward, he applied long-lasting ointments that prevented further hair-growth. As long as it was reapplied every month or so, Tadashi would never grow hair on his body again.

Once the boy’s upper half was all clean and smooth, Yama decided for a change in seating. It would be a shame to have Tadashi so pliant and not use it to his every advantage. Getting into position was a bit easier said than done, but Yama was determined. Using the boy’s pecs as handholds, he hoisted one leg up, swung it around until he was almost straddling the boy’s chest, and sat back onto Tadashi’s face. His fatty cheeks pressed against either side of the boy’s head, trapping hip deep between each gluttonous mound. Yama released a pleasant exhale as he shifted his weight more comfortably, Tadashi’s features grinding against the split of his cheeks. Once he could feel the boy’s breath trickle against his entrance, cooling the sweat-soaked skin, he comfortably settled into place.

Shaving the lower half was much more enjoyable. Yama pulled each leg up towards him one by one, delicately removing the hair and applying the ointments. For the pubic hair, he took his time. Instead of wax, he used hair removal creams that easily plucked the roots of the hairs from the boy’s crotch. The boy was sensitive around his dick as well. Yama could feel the irregularity of his breathing around his rim. It felt wonderful, and Yama was greedy. Once the work was done, the gang boss was quick to move on to pleasure. He wrapped his large hand around Tadashi’s stiffened cock and languidly ran it up and down.

The boy moaned, breathy and erratic, against Yama’s sweaty rim. With a pleased hum, the large man sat back and pressed the sensitive skin against those younger lips. He could feel the way they moved against him with each little sound of pleasure - Tadashi’s mouth involuntarily locking into a lewd make-out session with the man’s asshole. And when the sweat started to cover the skin around Tadashi’s lips, his body moved to lick it up. It was a natural reaction, but had him tonguing the older man’s puckered rim instead. Yama laughed, amused, at the boy’s eager ministrations. He slid his hand up and down more rapidly, feeling the body beneath him tense and writhe until the tension finally released with a rapid firing of thick, gooey cum. It splattered on Tadashi’s chest, his belly, and Yama’s own hand.

Yama took only a brief moment to admire his work before climbing off the boy’s face. As Tadashi breathed in a long inhale of fresh air, the larger man was moving around to the other side of the small bed. Plucking Tadashi up by the waist, he flipped the boy over and pulled his hips to the edge of the bed. Yama was harder than he’s ever been, and if you asked him, he’s been merciful in waiting this long. He needed to cum, desperately, and he had a perfectly functioning condom right in front of him.

With an exhale that shivered with excitement, he stepped forward until his cock was slotted between Tadashi’s youthful cheeks. He could only see the fat tip of his erection poking out from his round belly, but the sensations of those soft cheeks cradling his length more than made up for it. Reaching down, he used the cum coating his hand to lube his length. It wouldn’t be enough under normal circumstances, but Tadashi’s body was loose from an orgasm, and he wouldn’t resist as much in unconsciousness anyhow.

Yama’s thick thumbs pried those cheeks apart. He repositioned his hips until his swollen tip was pushing up against Tadashi’s puckered rim. Surely the boy was a virgin - anally, at least. Usually, Yama enjoyed watching a toy’s expression as he broke them in. With Tadashi, however, this wouldn’t be a temporary pleasure. His goal was to repurpose the boy. It was better, then, if Tadashi’s first conscious experience demonstrated how natural he was at taking someone as big as Yama. So, utilizing the chance he had, Yama rammed his hips forwards. It wasn’t gentle. He forced Tadashi’s pink little hole open wide around his girth. The ring of muscle gripped him tightly. Yama groaned against the immense burst of pleasure. More erratically, he continued, drawing his hips back and thrusting forward in a constant stream of motion. The cum-lube was enough to prevent any noticeable damage, but it wouldn’t stop his insides from being stretched and distended into the shape of Yama’s cock. The young, athletic body fought against him, certainly. It remained tight around his shaft, stimulating Yama with such immense pleasure that he nearly finished before his work was done. But he knew how to handle bodies like Tadashi’s. If they were resistant, it just meant you weren’t pounding your cock in hard enough.

Gripping the boy’s thighs, he hoisted Tadashi’s legs and began driving forward more violently, slamming deep into those pre-slickened walls until they retreated back in submission, accepting their new shape and loosening into a snug, form-fitting onahole. All the while, Tadashi writhed and tensed beneath him. His face was more expressive than ever - tightening into discomfort before relaxing into relieved pleasure, over and over. His own length grew to hardness again, much to Yama’s delight. Seeing the boy unconsciously learning to enjoy his new role was more arousing than he could describe. With a few sharp thrusts, Yama was hilted fully inside his new pet. His dick formed a bulge in Tadashi’s belly, one that throbbed and flexed as cum was dispensed in powerful pulses from the tip. Semen flooded Tadashi’s belly. Yama watched, delighted, as the shape of his dick disappeared as Tadashi’s stomach swelled with his seed.

Only in the aftermath of his own orgasm did he realize that Tadashi had achieved his own. It was when he was reaching down to pet the boy’s athletic body. He noticed the softened dick, and the drizzle of fresh cum leaking out from it. It made him chuckle with malice.

More than ever, he was convinced that Tadashi was the perfect toy.

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The next day, Tadashi awoke.

Yama’s men found him already up and out of bed. He had been leaning over their new machine, a sheet wrapped around his waist to cover his own nakedness. When the underling started doing a rudimentary check to see if Tadashi was okay, the boy had already started asking questions about the device. Despite seeming honest and more of an innocent type, the shame of his own nudity seemed overridden by his innate curiosity. It was amusing, really, to imagine that said curiosity was directed in part by Yama’s hand.

The second change they made seemed to hold up to. Of course Tadashi also had questions about where he was, what had happened, and who their group was. At no point during his questioning, however, did he seem to show any suspicion towards their group. He spoke like a patient might speak to a doctor - trusting in the care they would provide. When he himself was asked questions, he was honest and forthcoming, even when his own questions were occasionally met with vague responses.

Yama regretted that he wasn’t free to meet with him right away. Still, he was there a few hours later, walking through the door of their little examination room. Tadashi’s eyes blinked as they looked up to meet him, completely neutral to his presence. Good. The boy clearly didn’t remember him. Even when he started ordering around his underlings, the boy’s neutrality only shifted to careful curiosity.

After taking a few minutes to get a rundown of what all was said and exchanged, he finally turned his gaze to their guest. “Tadashi,” he said, careful to keep his voice neutral. “It’s good to see that you’re awake.”

The young man gave a small, respectful nod. “Thank you, Sir.” Yama had to stifle a chuckle. How courteous, he thought. “I’m…still not too sure about why I’m here.”

“You were in an accident. The building you were in caught fire, followed by an explosion. We’ve been helping you recover.” It was a lie he’s gone over in his head quite a bit. They couldn’t allow this first meeting to go badly. That said, he didn’t mind being just a little risky. He wouldn’t get what he wanted otherwise. “I’ve heard from the others that you’ve been up and active. That’s good, I suppose. You’ve been looking at our machine, I hear.”

Another nod. “I…hope I wasn’t interfering with anything. It’s just that I’ve never seen something like it before. What is it, exactly?” There was a subtle glimmer of excitement in his eyes, and a hope that Yama would be able to feed his hunger to learn.

The crime lord let a small grin spread across his face. “I’m afraid we’re not too familiar with it ourselves. It’s meant to help restore memory loss. We were hoping to use it to help you, but we only understand its most basic functions.” The young man looked taken aback by that. Yama supposed it would be a little surprising to be told something had happened that you didn’t remember. He used the boy’s pause of surprise to let his eyes wander over his exposed upper body. Slowly, his gaze lowered to the sheet still coiled around his waist. “Remove the sheet. It’s easier for us to assess any possible injuries without it. Besides, we're all men here.”

That particular instruction seemed to bring Tadashi out from his own thoughts. His face reddened as he looked down. Hands moved lower, but hesitated. “I…yes. Sorry.” He was a little embarrassed, but he listened, carefully undoing the sheet and laying himself bare for Yama’s gaze. The crime lord didn’t correct his apology. It was good etiquette for a toy to apologize for hiding itself from its owner.

Those intelligent eyes then flicked up to the machine, then to Yama. The older man could see the cogs starting to turn even before the boy spoke. “Pardon me…but you don’t seem like a doctor.”

Yama didn’t want to risk hesitation. He simply nodded his head. “Consider us a party interested in your recovery. We’ll be happy to tell you more in time.” He noted Tadashi’s mild frustration with simply not knowing. Hoping to turn that elsewhere, Yama moved towards the machine. “This device. What were you doing with it early.”

“Just…examining it,” Tadashi said. He smiled easily,a s though trying to show his good intentions and prevent any trouble. “Again, I wasn’t intending to cross any lines. I was just curious.” The young man’s lips parted, as though ready to say more, but seemed to rethink it. Yama, in response, gave a small nod of encouragement. As though emboldened by the permission, he continued. “If you’re not sure how it works…I could help. I’m pretty good with machines. I-It shouldn’t be too difficult.”

No, Yama couldn’t imagine it would be. And with the little lie of memory loss, the other’s curiosity now had a goal to feed it further.

Just like that, their understanding of the machine progressed rapidly. In a few days time, Tadashi had mapped out the individual components and started drawing conclusions on how to properly operate it. According to him, the machine worked best when it could first record a memory in the way the subject understood it, then input the real memory through editing the original. This was done as easily as typing both onto a computer screen. Once submitted into the machine, it would implant the edited memory into the subject’s brain. Most importantly, the machine would then use the altered memory as a reference for minor changes it would make in the rest of the subject’s untouched memory break. Basically, whatever Yama would implant in Tadashi's brain would then inform the rest of his mind. It made the altered memory the more dominant one.

Perfect.

Perhaps he was a bit too impatient, but waiting this long had exhausted him. Hours after this information was reported to him, he had Tadashi hooked up to the machine once more - a thin crown of metal and wires placed on his head. Yama pretended to run some diagnostics as he set the machine to record Tadashi’s answers.

“Tell me, Tadashi. What are your hopes and dreams for the future?”

The young man blinked up at him, eyes showing brief confusion at where the question was coming from. Even still, he answered politely. “My hopes and dreams? Well…I guess I just want to help as many people as I can. That’s why I created Baymax! It’s a…prototype meant to provide healthcare to people in need. That’s what I want from my creations. They should heal and protect others.”

As the machine finished recording Tadashi’s response, Yama immediately began to type out an altered version. From what he was told, the altered version would more successfully integrate with the boy’s mind if it mirrored the initial response as much as possible.

I just want to serve a man like Yama as best I can. That’s why I create machines. Their tools meant to serve my Master when he’s in need. That’s what I want out of life. To please and pleasure my Master.

Yama resisted the urge to smile. It was rather fun - changing someone so easily. “You must be busy,” the man commented. “By the way, the people who treated your injuries wanted me to ask some questions. Something about filling out their medical records.”

“Oh,” Tadashi said, nodding. “Sure.”

“What’s your sexual history like? Do you pleasure yourself often?”

The young man’s face reddened as he gave a sheepish chuckle. He reached back to scratch his hand as he smiled awkwardly, clearly not expecting to be asked such a thing. “Oh…uh…I don’t have much time for...er..pleasure in my day-to-day life. I’m usually busy studying and learning.” An endearing smile pulled at his lips. “If I fall behind, then my younger brother will definitely catch up. Wouldn’t that be a tragedy!” He laughed to himself before quickly clearing his throat. “I’ve…experimented here and there, of course, with the occasional guy or gal, but it was never fulfilling in the way everyone said it would be.”

Again, Yama was typing away.

I don’t bother trying to pleasure myself much. I usually felt like I needed permission. Instead, I busied myself with my studies - both in robotics and in sexual submission. If I fall behind, then my younger brother might end up as more of a submissive slut than I am! I can’t let that happen! I’ve tried it out with other people before but left disappointed. They couldn’t even come close to satisfying me in the same way that serving Yama does.

“You’ve spoken of your brother often,” Yama noted. He tilted his head down to hide his malicious smirk. “Tell me about him.”

“Oh, his name is Hiro. Believe it or not, he’s even more of a genius than I am!” Tadashi stared off into space as he continued, his eyes full of pride. “His knack for robotics and quantum physics outshines every adult I’ve ever met. Some day, he’s going to become a star in the world of engineering. Sure, he can be a bit of a troublemaker at times, but it’s nothing that growing up won’t straighten out. Eventually, his work is going to go on to improve the lives of so many people.”

Oh, his name is Little Condom. Believe it or not, he’s even more of a slut than I am! His knack for seductive and perverse acts outshines every adult Tadashi has ever met. Inevitably, he’s going to become a star in the world of pornos and livecams. Sure, he can be a bit of a brat at times, but it was nothing that a rough session with Master Yama wouldn’t fix. Eventually, Little Condom will go on to become the best slut Yama could ask for.

“You speak very highly of him.”

Tadashi gave a sure nod. “To be honest, he’s my entire inspiration. I want to be a good role model - show Hiro that the world is his for the taking. He can do anything he wants. And that makes it mean so much more if he could do things that help others. He could be a literal hero if he really wanted to. And I want to show him that. I want to steer him into being a positive force for good.”

To be honest, he’s my entire inspiration. I want to be a good role model - show Hiro that his life is Yama’s for the taking. Master can do whatever he wants with us. And it would mean so much more if he just submitted willingly into serving Yama. He could be a perfect slut if he really wanted to. And I want to turn him into that. I want to corrupt him into being an absolutely perverted sex slave. Just like me.

Yama didn’t ease into the process. He didn’t give Tadashi a moment of warning before letting the machine do its thing. No, he flipped a switch and the machine sparked to life as it began inputting the altered memories into Tadashi’s brain. Yama had taken Tadashi’s anal virginity four days ago, but that was when the boy was unconscious and helpless. No, after experiencing something so desirable, he was forced to wait for more. Now, he would wait no longer.

Tadashi’s body stiffened instantly. His eyes shot up in surprise before quickly dulling into a far-off stare. They were glazed over with an empty look. Tadashi’s shoulders fell lax, but didn’t lose enough tension to make him fall over. Yama huffed out a satisfied breath as he checked the machine’s progress. It would probably take a few more minutes to complete, which meant he had just enough time to walk over and start undressing the young man. He slowly pulled each piece of clothing off of Tadashi’s body, careful not to interrupt the process.

As soon as a sound of confirmation came from the machine - signifying the end of its process - Yama immediately disconnected Tadashi and pulled him up off the bed. The boy was still in a stupor, his movements sluggish and clumsy. Even so, Yama yanked him by the arm and dragged the boy down through the halls of his headquarters and into his personal abode. He didn’t care that Tadashi was naked. His men knew his tastes. Most eyed Tadashi themselves as their boss quickly pulled him along.

The moment they were in his bedroom, he tossed Tadashi over onto his bed, roughly positioning him to be bent over the edge. The boy was starting to blink his eyes rapidly as the fog began to clear. “Wh-wha…?” His face fell against the thick blanket as Yama pulled his hips up and gave them a sharp squeeze.

“Stay,” the crime lord commanded, his voice gruff with arousal. He released Tadashi only to step back and start undressing himself.

Tadashi was shuffling a bit now, his mind clearing as he regained part of himself. He turned his head to look back over at the larger man, eyeing his naked form with sheepish confusion. His face was burning as the realization of his own nudity hit him. “What are we - aauhhn!” His head shot up as two thick, saliva-thickened digits were sunk deep into his ass. Yama held his rear like a bowling ball, thum stretched down to press against his scrotum. With no effort, those two fingers were pressing down against Tadashi’s prostate, making him shiver and whine. Little jolts of pleasure pumped through his body. His own dick stiffened with arousal.

“Who owns this?” Yama demanded rather than questioned. His voice was stern and dominant.

“It’s…it’s…,” Tadashi stuttered, his mind searching for the new information it had filed away. The response clearly wasn’t fast enough. Yama yanked him up by the ass, fingers pressing into the sensitive tailbone, and spanked him with his other hand. Tadashi cried out. “Ahh! It’s yours!” he shouted, the words finding him and spilling out automatically. “It’s yours, Master Yama!”

Confusion initially crossed over Tadashi’s face, drawing his eyebrows inward in an effort to concentrate - one that was quickly thwarted when Yama’s fingers pushed back down on his inner bitch button. That confusion melted away into acceptance as the altered memories fully took hold. Yama leaned forward into his ear. “You're my perverted play thing.”

“Yes…”

“My pretty little bitch toy.”

“Yes, Yama!” he agreed, his breath catching as the words met his ear.

The large man yanked up by the ass again, this time throwing him forward. His fat fingers dislodged from those loosened walls as Tadashi was sent tumbling onto the bed. Yama climbed up onto top of him, his rotund belly pinning his chest onto the sheets as the man’s large hands shoved his face down into a large pillow. It took only moments for Yama to line up his thick tip and slam it deep into the boy’s bowels. Tadashi screeched into the pillow as he was forced to swallow up the entire length in one go.

Yama didn't pause. He began bouncing his hips - his weight making the bed shake and tremble as he slammed into Tadashi like a jackhammer. “You’re my perfect slut. Obedient and loyal to my every will and whim!” His fat cock carved out its own space, rearranging the young man’s guts to serve as his convenient cock-sleeve. He would be sure that Tadashi retained his shape. And all the little slave could do was helplessly tremble and spasm beneath him. “Just a loving whore that worships my body! You’d do anything for me!”

Tadashi's head was yanked up by his hair as Yama continued his thrusting, forcing his way in deeper and harder. The young man moaned uncontrollably as his body was repurposed. His eyes were partially rolled up, tears stained his cheeks, and his mouth hung open. He barely looked conscious.

Yama gave a heavy blow to his rear, making the boy cry out. “You’re whatever I tell you to be. Understand, pet?!”

Tadashi whimpered as his belly bulged with Yama’s thrusting cock. “Y-yes! Yes, Master! I’m - I’m your - unnghh!”

His face was shoved back down into the pillow. Yama plowed him harder and faster than before, punctuating each of his words with a powerful stab of his cock. “I told you that you’re a pet!” Yama growled out. “Pets don’t speak!”

He yanked Tadashi’s head up again, and this time the boy’s tongue lolled out from a dizzy, mindless grin. “Oouaahh!” He panted heavily as his hips pushed back to meet Yama’s thrusts. “W-woof! Woof-woof!”

A dark chuckle rumbled up through the large belly pinning him down. Yama ruffled his hair as he offered praise. “Good slut.” Tadashi whined beautifully at the compliment. It was enjoyable seeing how easy the whore was to break. With a pleased huff, Yama gripped his hair, tightened a hold on his hips, and continued his barrage. He battered the boy’s insides silly, driving him to a maddening height of pleasure just before the crime lord’s cock throbbed and pulsed, releasing an extreme amount of cum deep into the young man’s belly. Tadashi’s stomach swelled as body burned with arousal. His fit abs disappeared under a thick layer of wobbly cum.

Yama kept his hold - keeping the boy on his length until he had recovered from the orgasm. With a satisfied exhale, he dropped the toy back down onto his bed. It laid limp albeit trembling from overstimulation. Yama took a long moment to enjoy the pleasant view before dropping his hand down in a heavy slap against Tadashi’s beaten ass. “Get up here, slave.” He sat on the edge of the bed as Tadashi scurried to be next to him, nearly tripping over his own weak limbs. Before he even settled, Yama was already lifting his arm with a tired sigh. “I worked up a sweat. Lick it clean.”

There was no hesitation before the young man nudged his face up into the crime lord’s pit. His tongue eagerly lapped and licked at the bush of hairs, gathering up the sweat and drinking it down. The slut moaned as he was assaulted by Yama’s scent and taste. Tadashi inhaled deeply with a happy mewl.

“Like that?” Yama asked. He lowered his arm down, trapping Tadashi’s face against him as he palmed the boy’s lovely ass. The brainless whore eagerly wiggled it back against his palm. “Speak, slut.”

“Yes, Yama, Sir!” came Tadashi’s reply. “I love my owner’s scent!”

Yama’s lips stretched into a victorious grin. “Perfect.”

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Two weeks later, Tadashi had adjusted quite well. He was an obedient and eager thing - doing whatever work Yama gave him with gratitude and following every rule his Master set out. Tadashi’s wardrobe had been greatly limited. He wore thongs, panties, jockstraps, booty shorts, and whatever else Yama asked him too. His upper wear would be something equally as skimpy, or nothing at all. The whore didn’t need it to accomplish his tasks. And Yama’s men wouldn’t dare complain.

Tadashi was given all sorts of chores. Every day, he would clean the crime lord’s house and cook him food. He would aid Yama in the morning while preparing for work as well. It was a good role for him - Tadashi made the perfect little slut-wife.

Everything was going quite perfectly.

And then Churro walked into Yama’s office.

Walked in. He didn’t crawl like he had been doing for almost a month. He didn’t loll his tongue and yip like one might imagine a canine would. No, he walked on his two legs and bowed to Yama, ready to receive his work for the day. It was as if he had never undergone the effects of the machine to begin with.

Turns out, the machine’s effects were only temporary. From what his men could gather, it was designed that way intentionally only for the demonstration. Ignoring his initial frustration at both his men and the machine’s inventor, he turned a worried gaze down at the young man kneeling beneath his desk, mouth currently wrapped tight around Yama’s length as he kept it nice and warm. The crime lord pushed Tadashi’s hair up to see the man’s blissed-out expression. He still couldn’t stay on as long as Yama would like, but he had shown remarkable improvement over the last couple of days. The additional training Yama forced upon him while unconscious certainly helped as well.

Like hell was Yama going to let all their progress go to waste.

With a furious grunt, he gripped Tadashi’s hair and began yanking the boy harshly against his pelvis. He repeatedly smashed the slut’s face into his pubes as he aggressively took out his frustrations on Tadashi’s throat. It stretched it more, forcing him to choke and gag around the length. Yama made sure he retained a violent rhythm up until his balls began to draw up against Tadashi’s chin. Burying the boy’s nose into his fupa, he forced down his entire length and held it there. His cock throbbed, each new pulse firing off a thick river of hot, sticky cum. It drooled down the inside of Tadashi’s throat and pooled into his belly. The choking and gagging only helped to prolong the orgasm. Tadashi’s stomach swelled into a noticeable bulge by the time Yama’s climax came to an end. Even then, he held the boy on his dick for a few moments longer to bask in the afterglow.

Yama certainly felt a little more relaxed. He released Tadashi, and the young man pulled himself off the shaft to start coughing and gagging again. Some of Yama’s sticky seed must have gunked up his throat. An amused smile pulled at the crime lord’s lips as he patted his leg three times. Tadashi obediently climbed up to straddle the fat leg, assisted only by yanks to his new leash - the one attached to his equally new collar. A hand was on his chest as he continually tried to hack up the remnants of the thick load. Helpfully, Yama leaned the boy forward and slammed the palm of his hand into his back. Tadashi coughed as a large glob of semen was flung back into his mouth. He took a brief moment to get his bearings before dutifully swallowing the mouthful back down again. This time, it slid right into its place inside of Tadashi’s belly. The young man gave a satisfied little sigh.

“Good slut,” Yama praised. He pulled Tadashi’s head down onto his chest, fat fingers petting through his hair.

“Thank you, Sir,” Tadashi replied. His gratitude was genuine, as it should be.

Yama released a sigh of displeasure as he forced himself to turn to business. “Listen, little slave. The machine you had examined before - the one we used on you before - its effects are only temporary. Ideally, we would like the results to be permanent.” He gave a small pause, just to let Tadashi soak in the information. “Would you be capable of making that happen?”

Tadashi hummed, thoughtful. His eyes tilted upward as he worked through the problem in his head, deconstructing what he knew about the machine and if he would be able to reconfigure it. “I…should be able to. It might just take a few days.”

Yama pressed his teeth together in a hidden scowl. A few days was too many. At most they only had two days to work with. And though Yama could just order Tadashi to get it done faster, he has come to understand that when people had incentive, they could work miracles. Tadashi just needed the right encouragement.

Less than an hour later and Tadashi had been hooked up to the machine and disconnected from it again. Yama didn’t change much, per se. He reinforced the young man’s gratitude, his loyalty, and his acceptance as Yama’s little sex toy. The true kicker was what he did at the end. As Tadashi had explained to his men, the machine kept copies of both a patient’s own recorded words and the words being typed in to replace them. Of course, to prevent an array of mental disorders, the machine only allowed the patient to remember the latter. Yama, as risky as it may be, decided to disengage that. For now. All the ways he changed Tadashi should remain, but the lad should also be able to recall who he was before. Yama had thoughts about how it would play out in the boy’s head. He just hoped he was right.

Tadashi sat on the bench by the machine. A few minutes had already passed since he was disconnected, and now he was sitting up, head in his hands, and frowning in confusion. A fog of deep thought kept his stare unfocused. Yama had to snap his fingers twice just to get that gaze focused on him. “Tadashi,” he said, sitting on a large stool in front of him, “I’m sure you’re confused, but knowing you, you probably also have some idea of what’s happened. Whatever you’re thinking, it’s most likely true,” Yama said. He flicked his gaze over to the man standing just past the doorway to the room. It was important that Tadashi didn’t leave if things didn’t go Yama’s way. With a deep sigh, he turned his eyes back to the young man. “I brainwashed you. I changed and altered your mind to make you into my perfect sex toy. The truth that your purpose is to pleasure me is one that I myself planted into your brain.” He reached up and tapped the side of Tadashi’s head. Carefully, he watched the young man’s eyes furrowed in confusion, reach some realization, and then repeat the process. “As I told you before, the machine we used to accomplish this is only temporary. If we don’t find a way to make it permanent in the next two days, all that brainwashing will just disappear.”

Tadashi paused for a long moment. No doubt he was both absorbing that new knowledge while also struggling with two different versions of him in his mind. When he spoke, it was slow - his words were like a question. “So…you changed me with your machine…and its effects will wear off in a couple of days. And you guys…you don’t have anyone to fix it, do you?” His frown alleviated as the relief of realization hit him. He met Yama’s eyes more directly. “I’m the only one here who could make that happen.” His words were no longer a question. “You want me to finish the machine so I can keep myself under your control.”

Yama gave a pause before nodding. “That’s correct.” His mouth formed a tense line. His eyes stared harshly, observing every little conflict in Tadashi’s expression.

The young man nodded his head. And then after a long pause, he nodded again. “I should start now,” he said.

Yama raised a brow. “And you would do this? Make my control of you permanent?”

Tadashi blinked. His eyes went wide with surprise, as though astonished that it was even considered. “Of course I will, Sir!” he exclaimed. “I exist to be a slave for your pleasure.” He said it with so much sincerity that it gave Yama pause. Tadashi continued, except instead of speaking directly to the crime lord, he spoke as though working through his thoughts out loud. “If the altered memories and mental state ceased, then the old me would be angry and resentful. I’d probably see my acts of service as rape,” Tadashi shook his head in dismay at the thought. “But I’m Master’s toy. His property. I love every opportunity you have to use me. I’ll keep myself as your brainwashed slut no matter what!” He gave a nod, his eyes full of determination.

Yama couldn’t contain the laughter that fell from his lips as he pushed a hand against his head. Everything had gone better than he thought it would. And this kind of twisted incentive - it was exactly what Tadashi needed. With a relieved sigh, he turned back to his underling at the doorway and nodded his head. The man bowed and departed, leaving them alone. Yama grunted in effort as he climbed up onto his feet. Reaching down, he undid the button of his pants and unzipped them. The large male tucked his underwear beneath his heavy balls, allowing his large, girthy cock to spring free. A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched Tadashi’s eyes lock onto it. “Gratitude, then, my precious whore.”

Tadashi shivered with giddy desire. He slid down gracefully onto his knees, kneeling before the stiffening cock that he’s come to adore. The boy knew the drill. Yama made him do it every night, just to reinforce Tadashi’s altered self. Leaning forward, he placed his lips just barely up against the tip of Yama’s dick - just enough that speaking would let the larger man feel the fluttering of his lips. “Thank you, Master Yama,” he said, leaning forward to press a kiss to the drooling slit before retreating ever so slightly back into place.

“For what?” Yama demanded.

“Thank you for changing me into your slutty plaything. Thank you for altering who I am for your pleasure, Master Yama.” Every sentence was punctuated by a worshipful kiss to Yama’s tip. “Thank you for letting me serve a superior man like you. Thank you for allowing me to keep myself brainwashed. I’m grateful.”

“I made you grateful.”

“Yes, Master Yama.”

“You didn’t have a choice,” the man reminded, reveling in young Hamada’s words.

“Thank you, Master Yama,” Tadashi said, his gratitude a mantra. “I’m happy to be brainwashed into being who I am. I’m grateful to be whatever and whoever you want me to be.”

A deep chuckle rumbled out from Yama’s throat. He ran his fingers through Tadashi’s hair. “What a good bitch I have.”

“Yes, Master,” Tadashi said, pleased with himself as he dragged his tongue over the tip, gathering all the pre-cum that had gathered there.

“I’m not going to stop with you,” Yama informed, his mouth wide in a devilish grin. “I’m going to fuck your little brother into submission too. Corrupt him into the perverted slut I desire him to be. And you’ll thank me for it.”

Tadashi moaned lightly. His body shivered as he suckled against the tip, making it nice and clean. When he pulled back, it was with a giddy grin. “Yes, Master! Thank you, Master Yama! I’ll be happy to have Little Condom serving you with me.”

“I know you will.” Yama reached down and wrapped a hand around Tadashi’s throat. He used it to yank the boy up onto his feet and lean into his ear. “It’s how I designed you.” He felt the young man tremble in arousal from the words. Yama laughed - the sound a mix of amusement, pride, and relief. Straightening himself up, he tossed Tadashi gently towards the machine.

“Now get to work.”

No more inspiration was needed. Tadashi didn’t sleep, but didn’t stop servicing Yama either. More than that - any men that brought Tadashi something he needed, whether tech or food, would get a free round on the slut’s shapely ass. There was a line of eager servants willing to get the slave whatever he needed.

At that point, two days was a joke. Tadashi finished the new addition in as little as thirty hours. It was fashioned into a new collar for him to wear - one that would make the machine's effects practically irreversible.

And Yama had the privilege of latching it onto him as Tadashi worshipfully kissed his feet.

“Good. Now time for the brat.”

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When Hiro first received Yama’s message, he tried his best to brush it off. Instinct told him it was just a trap. All of his friends told him it was a trap. A child who had no context on anyone of their histories or heroic efforts would have been able to tell him it was a trap. And yet, the message wouldn’t leave his mind. Like a hook from a fishing pool, there was one single line of text that pierced his mind and refused to let go.

Tadashi is alive.

Just the idea of it infected him with a dangerous sense of hope. It nagged at him, refusing to let him sleep and forcing him to focus away from his studies. He started doing extra maintenance on Baymax in a desperate attempt to distract himself. He would ask the incredibly talented robot what the chances were of Tadashi’s survival. Every response was an abysmally low percentage. Not zero, though. Never zero. And because of that, Hiro just couldn’t let his hope go.

Baymax landed down at the entrance of Yama’s decided meeting spot. It was an abandoned dojo of sorts with antique screen doors that soaked up to warm lighting from within. Baymax’s thrusters powered down, debris tossed into the air, as Hiro climbed off his back. Two armed guards held their weaponry up just a little. Hiro was practically a superhero now. They knew to be on guard, even against a smaller child.

Hiro glared up at the two, unafraid. “Yama’s here,” he stated. His eyes narrowed as his voice grew a little rough with anger. “Where?”

The two men looked at each other, back at Hiro, and slowly lowered their weapons. One stepped aside as the other moved to pull back the screen, inviting him into the small, comfy dojo. Hiro gave a brief, skeptical look inside before gathering up his bravado and boldly marching inside. Just as Baymax attempted to follow him, the guards raised their weaponry again.

“The robot stays outside,” one said. “Or no Tadashi. Yama’s orders.”

A sound of frustration rumbled up through Hiro as he whipped around. “Baymax, wait here! And if I’m not back in an hour, make sure to question these two first. As roughly as your programming allows.”

The friendly robot gave a short nod. “Understood.” The two guards tensed as the directive was given. Even if Hiro knew that Baymax wouldn’t actually be able to cause much harm, it still felt satisfying watching the goons sweat.

Turning back, he continued his way inside. The dojo was a single, large square space warmly lit by a few tasteful lamps attached to the wall. Bamboo mats lined the ground. On top of those was a rather official red and black circular ring with two white rings painted at the edge. Even if it was fancier than normal, Hiro recognized it instantly. It was the exact size of a bot-fighting ring. And sitting on one side of it was Yama. Just as Hiro was taking in that information, he also began to slow his march, eventually coming to a full halt as his mind worked to process what he was looking at.

Yama was naked. Completely. Hiro could see his large bare arms, the two mounds that made his fat chest, and the massive, rotund belly that protruded outward. He looked comfortable where he was sitting. There wasn’t an ounce of shame as he met Hiro’s eyes with a cocky smirk. And if that visual wasn’t unnerving off, the crime lord also seemed to have some male harlot between his legs. The man was on his hands and knees, chest pressed low to the floor. His hips were raised high and pointed towards the boy’s eyes. Hiro couldn’t see his face. Or any of his head, even. Instead, it was trapped between Yama’s thick legs - pinned beneath the swell of his belly. And there, in the cage of sweaty flesh that Yama’s grotesque body made, Hiro could just barely hear the wet, sloppy sounds of the man being serviced. And whatever whore he acquired was twitching and moving, as though displaying the great effort he was putting into his work.

Hiro was a child by legal standards, but he knew exactly what was happening. He just couldn’t imagine who would be so low as to pleasure such a pathetic criminal.

The boy’s nose crinkled in disgust. He raised a hand to shield his eyes.

“What the hell, Yama!”

“Oh? Are you embarrassed to see someone enjoying themselves?” The crime lord chuckled, and the sound of his laughter made Hiro nauseous. “Perhaps you’re too shy to be negotiating with someone like me.”

With an annoyed huff, Hiro dropped his hand and turned his gaze back. He tried to look as unaffected as possible, but he could already feel the heat rising up into his cheeks. That, and his eyes kept flicking down to the protruding hindquarters of whatever man Yama had somehow seduced. How could someone with such a nice body be pleasuring him so thoroughly. It didn’t make any sense to Hiro. He didn’t think he could ever respect someone like that.

As the realization hit that he was staring, he immediately snapped his eyes back up to Yama’s knowing smirk. Hiro’s face burned as his temper flared to hide his embarrassment. “What do you want, Yama?” he demanded.

“Is that really the tone you should have with the man offering your brother back?”

Hiro’s eyes narrowed. “Tadashi died,” he said, though the words had little conviction. He had never wanted to believe them anyhow. “He died in the fire.”

“Nearly,” Yama said with a curt nod. He raised a glass sitting next to him and brought it to his lips. Hiro watched, waiting for more of a response. He hated having to converse at the man’s own speed. “We found just beyond the blast radius. And we helped him make a full recovery.”

Hiro couldn’t stop the swell of hope, no matter how much he tried to push it down. He had to reign in his emotions if he wanted to win Yama’s little game - Tadashi or not. “Why would you do that?” The boy spoke the question like it was an accusation.

A chuckle tumbled from Yama’s lips, and Hiro couldn’t contain a sound of annoyance. “To draw you out,” the man said, shockingly honest. “To make you come here.” His hands extended outward, gesturing towards the dojo’s interior. “If you want Tadashi, then you have to do something for me first.”

Hiro clenched his teeth. “What?”

With a wide, malicious grin, Yama reached behind him to pull out a large, metallic humanoid. Immediately, Hiro recognized it as a battle bot. Not the same one that Yama had before, though. It has rotund in the center, much like the man itself. Its arms and legs didn’t seem attached in the normal sense. They seemed to extend out from the center instead, which meant they could probably retract. It was as much as Hiro noticed before Yama’s words directed his thoughts back on subject. “It’s a simple rematch.

“A rematch?” Hiro asked. He struggled for a moment to process that before a surge of anger rushed through him. The boy stomped his foot forward as he cut the air with his hand. “You want me to wager Tadashi on a stupid rematch! Are you out of your mind?!”

Yama calmly shook his head. “Your brother is not the wager. He’s simply the piece of meat to lure in the rodent.” He gestured towards Hiro with his hand, making the boy growl. “You’ll be reunited with him either way.”

Hiro was struggling. He couldn’t wrap his head around the game here. He had no idea what was going through Yama’s mind. “Then what’s the point?”

“Oh, there are stakes,” Yama assured. “Rather simple. You win, and little Hiro gets to take his big brother home, all safe and sound.” His smile curled up as he gestured towards Hiro with his drink. “Lose, and you’ll get the same thing, but not without a penalty.”

“Penalty?” Hiro asked.

In response, Yama moved his glass down, pointing it towards the male serving him beneath. Hiro’s eyes followed it back down, eyeing the younger body once more. “Before you leave, you’ll have to join him in service.”

Hiro could feel himself freeze up. His mouth opened as his eyes widened. He stared down at the man pinned beneath Yama’s belly with a mix of shock and confusion. And then an image of himself there crossed his mind. He shivered in disgust, his nose scrunching as he turned his eyes away. “You’re disgusting!” he spat. “I’m barely a teen!”

“And surely I’m a man who cares about the law.” Yama rolled his eyes as he gave the sarcastic retort.

“I’m not doing that!”

“Then win,” Yama replied, his lips tugging up into a smug smile as he set his glass down beside him. “Win, and you won’t have to do a thing.”

Hiro knew that it was a bad idea to accept. He still didn’t know for certain if Yama had some kind of trick in store for him. And yet, the words he heard still helped to ease his initial reaction. When it came to battle bots, Hiro had never lost. Not once. Especially not against a buffoon like Yama. The thought of…pleasing Yama made him anxious, but if Tadashi was at stake, he couldn’t let that scare him away. Running away wasn’t an option, and so neither was losing.

The boy drew in a breath, set his shoulders, and steadied himself. “Fine. I’ll play your game.” Reaching back, he unlocked a small latch in the back of his suit and produced his old battle bot. After he became a superhero, he started carrying it around with him. It was just a simple keepsake now - a reminder of the time Tadashi saved him. It helped inspire him to live up to his older brother’s belief in him. It was never meant to be used again, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t functional. It didn’t mean Hiro had forgotten how to fight. His eyes flicked back up to Yama’s gaze with determination. “And I’m going to win.”

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“That’s…that’s not….”

Hiro sat on one side of the battle bot ring, eyes wide and mouth agape, as he stared defeatedly at the dismantled head of his bot. He felt frozen in place, still trying to understand what had happened. Yama’s machine was more advanced than he would have ever expected. It nullified his bot’s strategy completely. The rotund opponent had retracted its limbs and head immediately to roll around the ring in a large sphere. Nothing was exposed for Hiro’s bot to attack. And the moment he even tried it, the sphere had opened to swallow Hiro’s bot whole. The orb shook and vibrated before spitting the robot’s head out across the ring, landing right in front of Hiro’s folded feet.

He blinked at it. And then blinked again - brain stuck in a stupor of disbelief. A cleared throat from across the room made him flinch. His shocked stare slowly moved up to meet Yama’s smug face. The man gestured to a space between his legs, right next to the other harlot.

“That’s not possible,” Hiro said, almost to himself, with a slight shake of his head.

“You saw it yourself,” replied Yama, cockily.

Hiro chucked his controller to the ground and climbed to his feet, awashed with a mix of anger and dread. “You cheated!” he declared. “There’s no way you could make a bot like that!”

And Yama laughed at him, bellowing as his stomach wobbled. He spoke with sharp amusement. “And whoever said both fighters had to build the machines they battle with?” Impatiently, he gave two quick pats to his bare thigh. “Now come here, and get to serving.”

“No!” Hiro swiped at the air with his hand, face starting to burn again. “I’m…I’m not doing that!”

The crime lord sighed. “How disappointing. I knew you were young, but I hadn’t expected you to be a coward.” He set down his own controller, picked up his drink, and took a small sip. As he lowered it down, his lips formed into a frown. “Nothing like that brother of yours. Too bad you couldn’t be as brave for him as he was for you.”

Hiro straightened up, his body stiff at the accusation. It touched on something much too sensitive inside of him. There was a long, silent pause in the room. Yama stayed quiet, simply watching him intently as he worked through the emotional turmoil that such words suddenly put him through. He hated how right Yama sounded. If Tadashi really was alive….how could Hiro just leave? He couldn’t go through this for his own brother? The one who ran into a fire to try and save people?

“Dammit!” Hiro screamed as he started to rip armor pieces off of his body. He chucked pads and gauntlets against the way, muttering angry little comments beneath his breath as he physically relented. One piece of equipment after another was strewn about until only a tight bodysuit remained. Even that had to go. He began peeling it off his body, revealing his bare upper torso, shimmying it down over his hips, and stepping out from the legs. The last remnants of clothing were kicked aside, leaving him completely bare.

The boy released a shaky breath. He’d never been exposed like this to someone, and he certainly didn’t want the first person to see him like this to be Yama. Regardless, he forced himself to turn and march his way over. Embarrassment was slowly starting to devour his anger, but there was still enough fury to be bold. He covered his crotch as he glared at the crime lord. “If Tadashi’s not alive - if you don’t give him back - I swear I will devote my entire genius into making your life a living hell!”

“Yes, yes,” Yama said, waving away the threat. He didn’t even bother to hide his sultry stare as he moved up and down Hiro’s form. The boy shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “Until I prove it, you are to be devoted to another task. Turn around for me.”

Hiro stiffened lightly, wanting to protest, but he understood that compliance would be the fastest way to get his brother back. So, slowly, he began to shuffle around. His ears burned as he felt Yama’s gaze on him.

“Now drop the hands, and turn again.”

It took another pause of hesitation. Hiro struggled to push his arms down to his sides as he slowly turned. Yama chuckled as he took a moment to appreciate his body. The looks he gave made Hiro shiver.

“Good slut.”

“I’m not a slut,” Hiro retorted with a sharp glare.

“You will be.” Spreading his legs open, He made a nice Hiro-sized space for the boy to fit between his legs, right alongside the other. The boy turned his glare to the right where Yama patted his thigh. “On all fours. Crawl.”

Reluctantly, Hiro obeyed. He felt the anxiety swelling up as he got closer and closer to the gat crime lord. He cringed when Yama reached down and lifted his belly, creating a small spot for Hiro to push his face into.

Hiro lifted an eyebrow, his expression a combination of confusion, apprehension, and some small curiosity. “What am I supposed to-guaah!” His yelp of surprise was quickly muffled as a large hand grabbed the back of his head and lodged it deep into the pocket of flesh.

Immediately, Hiro was trapped in a cage of hot, sweaty flesh. The weight of Yama’s belly pinned his head down, cheek pressed against the inside of the man’s fat thigh. Pubic hairs scratched his forehead and nose as his lips were pressed flush to a round swell of flesh below. Something thick and sticky pulsed against his other cheek. Hiro gasped, face burning, as he became disoriented inside this new space. The gasping was a mistake. It sucked a breath full of Yama’s musk into his mouth. The taste was strange and powerful, tickling his brain’s curiosity just enough for him to immediately inhale afterward. The smell was overwhelming. Hiro’s brain felt gunked up with the sharp, earthy, masculine aroma. It was like the smell of a locker room, but richer and deeper and so much more concentrated. He almost felt disgusted with himself when he breathed it in a second time, savoring the pungent aroma.

The tight space jostled as the male next to him greedily continued his work. Now that Hiro was in the same pocket of skin, he could hear the eager licks and sucks far more clearly. What stood out more were the harlot’s pleased moans, as if getting off from it.

A massive hand slapped down harshly against Hiro’s rear, making him squeak in pain. He swore the male next to him huffed out a laugh. “Start licking,” Yama commanded. Hiro didn’t hear the words as much as he felt them. They rumbled through Yama’s body, vibrating in the enclosed space around him. Under the silent threat of another slap, Hiro began dragging his tongue over the leathery skin of what he recognized to be Yama’s balls. The realization had him gagging. Even so, he continued, diligently gathering up the sweaty slop covering the man’s sac and swallowing it down. His body might have tried to reject it if not for the smell. Yama’s scent was like a drug. It wasn’t good or desirable, but the strong mix of ball sweat and cock stink made his brain all fuzzy. He pressed his nose deeper into those thick pubes just to inhale more.

Fat fingers raked over his backside. He flinched against the initial touch, expecting another slap. Instead, his rear was spread wide as a thick digit dragged up across his sensitive rim. Hiro shivered at the foreign sensation. He didn’t know what to think of it, but it was better than the pain. And in his musk-drunken stupor, he found himself inadvertently pushing back against it. Yama chuckled darkly above, clearly amused. “Get those lips on my cock.”

Hiro’s face squenched in a moment of apprehension. He put his hands beneath him and worked to twist his head up against the throbbing length. His head rested against Yama’s thigh as his lips found the meaty rod. After one suckle against it, his instinctive reaction was to release a little, pleasured moan. In spite of his speculation, it didn’t taste bad at all. And rather than feel disgusted with himself at the acknowledgement, he instead felt relief. If he was stuck being humiliated like this, then at least it was better that he enjoyed part of it.

With a displeasing amount of ease, Hiro found himself falling into a comfortable rhythm. He would slowly inhale the tainted air, letting his mind go all fuzzy again before continuing to suck against the fat, throbbing length. And when his drool had turned into a viscous, dick-flavored soup, he would swallow it down into his increasingly accepting belly. The other man working along with him slowly became a partner of sorts, each moving oppositely down the shaft of the cock so that Yama would be pleasured from differing angles.

Not that Yama’s pleasure was something Hiro cared about. The faster the man finished, the faster he could wrap this up…

Hiro’s lips moved just a little more slowly.

Yama’s fingers continued to move against his hole, pressing and caressing without ever trying to push inside. No, he just pushed against it lightly, over and over, as it gradually relaxed against the fat pad. Hiro tried not to think about how pleasant it felt.

“Thirty minutes in,” Yama said. “Let’s step things up a bit.”

Thirty minutes? That can’t be right. Hiro would have guessed that only a few minutes had passed. Then again, the more he continued, the more he found it hard to think. Perhaps it was Yama’s cock stench, or maybe it was the general lack of oxygen inside this little pocket of the crime lord’s body.

Said pocket grew as a hand pushed inside, grabbed Hiro’s hair, and yanked his head free. The boy sucked in a fresh breath of air. Some small, foreign part of him found it lacking. He was almost eager when he was suddenly shoved back down against Yama’s throbbing tip, now freed from beneath his belly as the man opened his legs and leaned back.

Hiro’s hands wrapped gingerly around the base of the massive dick. It was thicker than his forearm, and just as long. His eyes fluttered as his lips were pressed flush against the sensitive skin. He sucked against the tip, groaning softly as something salty and bitter was pulled against his tongue. A larger hand, the one from the harlot Hiro now served with, wrapped gently around his own. He found that he didn’t mind the tender touch. He could hear the other’s lips moving on the other side of the swollen head.

Hiro’s eyes opened slowly, foggy from a growing arousal he would passionately deny. His vision began to focus in, adjusting to the light once more, to reveal dark hair, familiar eyes, and…a very...familiar face.

The boy’s eyes widened incredulously. His mouth parted in shock, which Yama only used to shove more of the tip into his mouth. He was drooling around it as he gawked at…at Tadashi. His older brother.

Alive.

A rush of emotion coursed through him: hope, relief, joy, and a tad of despair at seeing him servicing someone like Yama. When Tadashi’s eyes opened though and stared into Hiro’s, the boy could see genuine joy in his older brother’s eyes. He was happy to see Hiro again. And with it, he was happy and aroused to be doing exactly what he was doing.

Enough saliva had gathered on Hiro’s lips to slide right off the tip. He used the brief window to look up again at Tadashi, unwilling to let him leave his sight. “Tadash-mmph!” Before the words even came out, his older brother was holding him gently by the chin, caressing his cheek. Lips were pressed against his own to quiet him. Hiro tensed at the sensation, his mind struggling to fully catch up with the situation. But he could feel Tadashi against him, and for a moment, that was enough to have him lean forward. As confusing as the greeting was for Hiro, it wasn’t unwelcomed. The rush of relief made plenty seem welcoming in the moment.

Yama’s hands yanked their heads down against his cock, forcing the length between their lips. The two boys gave two different groans as the meaty rod interrupted their kiss. It didn’t end it though. No, Yama simply used them like a makeshift pocket pussy, yanking them up and down the length of his cock as their lips barely met around the girth. The skin became stickier as Yama began pumping out pre-cum more liberally. The man grunted, gruff and pleasured, as his head slowly tipped back. Just as his dick began pulsing erratically, he yanked both boys up so their lips met at hsi tip once again. Semen gushed out like a small geyser, firing off rope after rope of thick. Pungent seed. The scent overwhelmed Hiro’s nostrils as a pearly white river flowed rapidly into his mouth. His cheeks swelled until he forced himself to swallow it down. It slid into his belly in a slow cascade, and then it just kept coming. The seed splattered over his nose and chin, smeared across his cheek. It was so overstimulating that Hiro didn’t realize it had ended until moments afterward, but his mouth was still occupied. Tadashi’s tongue was exploring the wet cavern as it shoveled his own helping of cum into Hiro, spitting it down for him to swallow.

When the kiss ended, he was greedily gasping for air as he rushed to find his words. “Tadashi, I-mmm!” Once again, Hiro’s voice was squashed. This time, it was by Tadashi’s own hand, which had a pool of Yama’s cum held in his palm. Hiro whined quietly, but his body instinctively began to lick it up. Tadashi’s gaze met his own with an endearing warmth. With his other hand, he ruffled Hiro’s hair. “I missed you too, little brother.” He smiled in a way that Hiro had replayed in his mind over and over again. And Hiro suddenly felt all his words deflate as he just basked in Tadashi’s breathing, living presence.

When his brother pulled away, admiring his cleaned hand, Hiro just stared in awe - speechless. He watched as his brother turned back to Yama with a small smile, bent forward, and gave a small kiss to the cum-slathered tip. “Thank you, Master.”

Then he sat back up on his knees and slowly turned his eyes back to Hiro. It took a beat for the boy to realize that his brother was waiting, patiently and expectantly, for him to follow suit. It made him flinch into a straightened position. The look was the same as when Tadashi would remind him to use his manners. With his brother back, he was even more eager for his approval than before. His eyes moved back and forth before, and before he could really think on the action, he awkwardly leaned down to give a much quicker kiss. “Uh…y-yeah. Thank yo-nngggh!”

Yama grabbed the sides of his head and violently pulled it down onto his cock, shoving the fat tip through those pretty lips and stabbing it forward into the boy’s esophagus. Hiro could barely gag around the girth. Tadashi only gave an endearing chuckle as he ruffled his brother’s hair once more. “You gotta relax a bit. It’ll take some time, but you’ll get used to it.”

Hiro didn’t have the mental capacity to respond even if he could. His eyes were rolled back, tears streaming down his face, as Yama yanked his head up and down. His throat-cunt was aggressively stretched wide as more and more of the engorged dick was shoved deep into it. Hiro’s neck bulged more and more as his nose grew closer and closer towards the man’s dark pubes.

“Gunngh! Nngghh! Glrkngh!”

Yama gave an amused laugh as he listened to him choke. “Go get it,” he ordered - the words directed away from Hiro.

“Yes, Sir,” Tadashi complied. He stood and moved across the room to recover Yama’s battle bot - the one he made himself. A small touch to a hidden switch allowed the sphere to part open, revealing a new device - one constructed from the reassembled pieces of Hiro’s own machine. Tadashi carried the vaguely phallic-shaped device with him as he knelt down behind his brother. The boy’s body spasmed and twitched as his throat continued to be stretched wide and hollowed out. Gently, Tadashi reached out, spread Hiro’s cheeks apart, and dragged his tongue over the sensitive little rim.

Hiro shivered against the extra stimulation. Yama was getting rougher. He started yanking Hiro up nearly to the tip before shoving his face back down, forcing down more and more of the length an inch at a time. The cum Hiro had swallowed earlier was serving as lube, aiding in Yama’s pursuit to bury his cock completely.

Tadashi pulled back, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva connected to his brother’s fluttering rim. Moments after the warm tongue left him, something colder was pressed against the slickened hole. Hiro flinched against the sensation of having it work its way inside. His anal walls were stretched, and the foreign stimulation made him jolt. Tadashi clicked a button on a small remote and the object began to wriggle and move. Hiro squealed against the girth of Yama’s dick.

Yama ripped him off the throbbing pillar. His voice was deeper and more demanding. “You’re a cocksucker,” he stated.

Hiro was inhaling desperate, ugly breaths that were broken apart with uncontrollable moans and gasps. The device continued to play with his insides as he struggled for words. “I’m…hah!...I’m not…”
The crime lord spat on his face, and Hiro’s body betrayed him, mouth opening automatically in the presence of the man’s fluids. Yama chuckled as he pressed a fat thumb against Hiro’s tongue, forming a small puddle of drool. The man spat again, this time splattering the inside of his mouth. Hiro instinctively third to swallow. It unintentionally had him sucking against Yama’s thumb, eyes distant and hazy.

“You love this.” The man’s words didn’t sound like an accusation, but rather like an observation. Hiro could barely make out the wide grin through his blurry vision. A shiver coursed through him - one prolonged by Tadashi’s lips kissing down his spine before sucking sharply against his tender rear. The device still wiggled and burrowed inside him. Tadashi’s hands held his hips steady. Too much was happening to his body and amongst all of it, Hiro found himself disappointed. The thumb in his mouth was too small. He needed something bigger - something to fill the gaping void in his loosened throat.

Yama shook him roughly - like a child might shake a toy that stopped working.

“You love this,” he stated more forcefully.

Hiro released a small whine. He was no longer sure if his response was fueled by a desire to finish this quickly or a desire to continue. The confusion, the lust, the relief, the new sensations - they were messing with his head.

“Y-Yes!”

“What are you, then?”

A shuddering breath left Hiro’s lips. “I’m…I’m a cocksucker.”

The words earned him the cock back.

The hands on the side of his head squeezed down around him. Yama’s hands yanked his hair , shoving the entire length down his throat and burying Hiro’s nose into his pubes. In the same moment, the device shifting in moving inside his ass beeped in confirmation before a spinning ball was roughly pressed down into his untouched prostate.

Hiro’s brain switched off. His eyes rolled back, blacking out just as the cum began to spew straight into his belly.

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Yama didn’t change Hiro much. No, he kept the machine’s involvement minimal. He wanted to make the boy submit through his own power. That said, he made three quick changes.

First, he made Hiro unwilling to leave his brother here alone. It made certain that the boy wouldn’t try to escape.

Second, Yama made Hiro respect him. He didn’t force him to love him, but he did input respect into his system.

Lastly, he made Hiro more open to sexual experiences. It didn’t make the boy easy, but he wouldn’t turn away from the idea of it so immediately. This change, in particular, served him well.

Over the course of the next week, Hiro was trained every day. They stuck with oral for now, ensuring that his throat would be nice and loose whenever Yama desired it. Every morning Hiro was required to service Yama. Every afternoon he had to train with dildos, usually attached to a repurposed Baymax. The bot was reconfigured the moment Hiro had entered the dojo. Now, he was a comfort for Hiro, who usually slept on top of the robot. Unbeknownst to the boy, Baymax was also made to release a synthetic copy of Yama’s scent. Since their size was also similar, it would help Hiro soon become more comfortable with Yama as well. Of course, before being allowed to sleep, Hiro was forced to eat dinner from a food bowl placed between Yama’s legs. He would be stripped down and on his knees, collar around his neck and leash in Yama’s hands. And when he finished, he would have to wash the food down with his Master’s own piss. And if spilled any? Well, he’d have to lick it up off the floor.

Besides that, his wardrobe was similarly limited. He was allowed G-strings, thongs, tiny boy shorts, and some lacy underwear. He could still wear shirts and hoodies for now, which he often did to cover himself a little more. Despite the boy’s reluctance to fully submit, he was certainly growing more comfortable with his role. He stopped complaining so much, and Tadashi’s encouragement helped his progress along quite nicely.

Things really came to a head when he walked in on to find Tadashi fucking himself of Yama’s dick. The crime lord sat leisurely on the couch, enjoying his downtime by watching TV as his dick was pleasured by Tadashi’s own will. The boy watched his older brother falling deep into bliss, moaning and whining loudly, as he bounced his perfect body on the man’s shaft.

It wasn’t a new visual. Hiro had seen it often, but this time he stopped to stare. His eyes squinted into an unreadable glare as he watched. And even when Tadashi finished, even after his older brother had cleaned his owner’s dick with his tongue and left the room to do his chores, the boy still stared.

“What’s wrong?” Yama cooed mockingly. “Jealous seeing my other pet enjoy himself so much?”

Hiro’s eyes narrowed further. “I’m not jealous.”

“You could just admit that you’re curious. We all know that anyhow.” Yama enjoyed watching the boy get riled up. It often ended with up watching Hiro contort with pleasure as he fucked his face immediately afterward.

Hiro stopped his foot with a defiant huff. “I’m not interested in riding your fat, stupid dick!”

Yama chuckled, the sound condescending. “Of course not. Something like that is for adults. And you’re a small child. You’ll need to grow up a little more before you can handle this.” He squeezed around the base of his cock and gave it a small shake. It drizzled with a small flow of pre.

“I’m n-...,” Hiro began, before having to pause to swallow his own drool as he watched the meaty rod bounce. “I’m not a kid!”

Yama leveled him with a knowing look and a coy smile. “I don’t believe you.”

Hiro drew his shoulders upward, tensing at the challenge. He growled out a frustrated huff, but his eyes didn’t move.

Young boys were always so easy to bully into submission. Yama enjoyed how easily they could be manipulated. Call them shy, and they suddenly become bold. Call them cowardly, and they’ll give in to any dare. Call them young, and they’ll do anything to prove otherwise.

Minutes later, Hiro was nude from the waist down with Yama’s cock buried half-way into his virgin hole. The boy’s mouth hung open, and drool fell from one corner of his lips. His eyes were wet with tears as he grunted from the strain. Hiro could barely control his own expressions now. His hands were twisted up into the fabric of his shirt so he could tug and pull against it. And it wasn’t Yama who was putting him through such an ordeal. No, it was himself. Yama hadn’t moved. Hiro had forced the fat length into his body through his own free will. And now his body trembled with conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure.

“Keep going, slut.” Yama sipped his drink as he continued to recline on the couch. His eyes lazily traveled from Hiro, to the TV, and back again.

“Unnghh!” Hiro whimpered as he grimaced from the effort. “I…I can’t!”

Yama was waiting for it. As soon as the boy was about ready to call it quits, he reached outward and wrapped his large hands around Hiro’s neck squeezing it tightly. “You will.” Yama didn’t do it hard enough to bruise him - just enough to close off his airways. Hiro squeaked as he lost access to oxygen. His hands moved up to Yama’s own, uselessly prying at the thick digits. Yama only chuckled at the effort.

This was one of his favorite techniques he had picked up. The moment a whore starts to surrender, all it took was a nice little choke to back their body loose and accepting enough to fit in a few more inches. He watched Hiro’s eyes grow foggy. Consciousness was starting to ebb away from the boy as his mouth fell open. His eyes rolled up. And the moment before he blacked out, Yama released him. Hiro fell limp against the coffee table he had been propped against. His hole fluttered around the man’s girth, easing up enough for him to drag the boy back, forcing in another two inches.

Hiro groaned from the strain. And Yama gave him a sharp slap on the ass as he stirred. “Keep going. Slam that pussy back onto me!” Hiro whimpered, but his brain was foggy enough to make him docile. He slid his hands beneath him, pushed himself back up, and started riding the thick length again, pushing himself a little farther every time he dropped his hips. He was panting often now. Groans tumbled from his lips as the pleasure started to overtake the pain.

“Master Yama, I’m done with….” Tadashi walked into the room. His words fell short as he looked on in surprise at Hiro’s struggle. His little brother whined, face red with shame, as he tugged his shirt down in some vain attempt to cover himself. Tadashi only smiled in response, his expression proud. He moved over to the other side of the table and gently ruffled Hiro’s hair. “You’re doing great, little brother.”

“T-Tadashi~!” Hiro moaned out. He whimpered as Yama slapped a heavy hand down on one of his bubbly, peachy cheeks. “It’s…It’s so big!” He panted, breathless, as his brother nodded in agreement. “It’s - it’s too - grrnkkk!”

Large hands wrapped around his neck again, squeezing tight. Drool spilled from his lips, and Tadashi chuckled as he moved to lick it up. His lips locked onto Hiro’s own, swallowing the boy’s tongue and making his eyes roll back as the air was sucked out of him. Yama pulled Hiro down another inch before releasing the boy, but Tadashi kept the kiss going for a few seconds after. Hiro greedily sucked in a breath.

“Come on, bitch! You want this fat cock in your guts, don’t you?”

Yama gave another spank to Hiro’s red ass, and something seemed to momentarily break through. It was a mix of the brain fog from oxygen deprivation, Tadashi’s kiss, the sharp pain from each spank, and the growing pleasure from Yama’s dick. The boy’s brain was moving on auto-pilot. His mouth fell open with a beautiful keen as he cried out, “Y-yes, Daddy!”

Almost immediately, he realized what he said. A squeak of embarrassment left him as he tilted his face down to hide his burning blush. Both men chuckled above him. It wasn’t the submission Yama preferred, but he’d take what he was given for now. He yanked Hiro’s head up by the hair “C’mon, brat! Sit yourself back on Daddy’s lap.” The boy yelped as another spank fell against his ass.

Tadashi craddled Hiro’s chin in his hands. He lowered himself to be level with those glossy, distant eyes. “Don’t you want to be a good bitch for Daddy? Give Daddy your pussy?” he teased.

Hiro’s head fell with a little whine. His face burned with a deep scarlet hue. The boy, lost in the rhythm, surrendered to the moment. “Y-yes!”

“Tell me what you want,” Yama said.

Hiro shimmied his hips back onto the thick length. “F-fuck me, Daddy!” he begged. It earned him another kiss from Tadashi. His older brother was reaching down to stroke his own length. Yama’s hands squeezed teasingly on Hiro’s hips.

“More!” Yama commanded.

Hiro was a desperate mess now. His tongue lolled out with every pant. “Please put it in, D-Daddy!” Tadashi swore beneath his breath as he stood. His hand slid across his dick at an increased speed.

Yama smacked his ass again. “Scream it!” he growled.

Hiro twisted his head to look back, meeting Yama’s gaze with needy, teary eyes. “Please breed my wet boy pussy, Daddy!”

Yama groaned as he yanked the boy down onto the base of his cock, forcing Hiro to scream in pleasure. An obscene cock-shaped bulge formed on his stomach - the swell reddened from the stretch as it formed a clear outline of Yama’s dick. The boy’s eyes shot open into wide saucers as his jaw dropped. His breathing temporarily halted as his body desperately worked to acclimate to the enormous size. Tadashi chuckled as he watched all thoughts seem to pause behind Hiro’s eyes.

“Good slut!” With the praise, Yama offered a generous reward - giving Hiro the bussy he just begged Yama to breed. His hands kept a firm grip on the boy’s throat, holding him in place as he began to thrust upward. The man’s heavy body made the couch groan and creak unpleasantly as he threw his weight back and forth, driving his cock into Little Condom over and over again. His large belly jostled as his heavy balls spanked Hiro’s pretty thighs, turning them red. Hiro’s lips stretched into a dumb, wide grin - his brain lacking the oxygen needed to fuel his intellect. His tongue lolled out, and Tadashi dragged the tip of his length up and down against the wet muscle. The boy giggled helplessly as his body was molested and reshaped. Yama watched the pleasure of the act being seared into his new toy’s brain.

Hiro’s eyes rolled back as he sprayed out his release against the coffee table. It made his insides tighten and clench around Yama’s girth. It tipped him over the edge, and his Master rewarded him with his first belly full of cum. It made the boy swell - the bulge of Yama’s dick disappearing into the round, sloshing mass. At the same moment, Tadashi gently pushed Hiro’s hair up as he angled his length down. Sticky strands of his seed painted his younger brother’s face. The boy greedily swallowed up however much landed onto his tongue.

The post-bliss rest was short lived. Yama wrapped his hands around Hiro’s arms and torso before lifting him off the table. He was suspended in the air primarily by the crime lord’s meaty rod. Not wasting a moment, he carried the boy into his bedroom and over to a laundry basket filled solely with Yama’s used underwear. He’d been preparing it for a while now - insurance that Hiro would stay broken. Without any warning, he dropped the boy in head first. Hiro yelped just before his upper half disappeared beneath the pile. His body spasmed as his senses were assaulted with concentrated amounts of Yama’s scent.

Yama turned to his other toy, grabbing Tadashi by the leash and pulling him close. “I want you to fuck him,” he spoke into his ear. “And you won’t stop until you’re unconscious.”

Tadashi could barely contain a giddy smile. “Y-yes Master!”

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~~Weeks Later~~

The day was a long one.

Yama had to attend a meeting with the leader of another criminal gang. He wanted to discuss terms of an alliance - one proposed on the grounds of strengthening their control of the city. If Yama were to guess, then the actual reason might have to do with his new enforcer. Who knew Little Condom would become quite the asset when it came to disrupting rival gangs?

Still, it was long and tiring, even if he was the one who ended up benefiting the most. Tiredly, he began undressing even before entering his bedroom. He needed to release some frustrations before bed - maybe get off once or twice.

Which is why it was wonderfully refreshing to find his two sluts waiting as soon as he stepped into the room.

Both were already undressed and ready. Hiro laid on his back, legs curled back and spread to expose his pretty hole. His cheeks were sound and round, but they looked so small compared to Tadashi’s. The older brother straddled the boy’s waist. He was bent forward, hips pressed down against Hiro’s as he presented his thick, muscular ass for Yama to see. It was stacked right on top of Hiro’s own.

“Welcome back, Master!” Tadashi greeted, giving his rump a little shake.

“Did it go well?” Hiro asked, poking out his head to smile lustfully from around his brother. He reached up to fondle Tadashi’s cheeks and spread them apart. “Need to let off steam, Master?” he offered.

Yama felt his mouth pulling into a smug grin. Seeing these two so obedient and caring also sent a rush of power through him. His dick was already hard and leaking as he pulled off his underwear. A small chuckle left his lips. “It was long and frustrating,” he admitted. Slowly he made his way over, hands reaching forward to caress Tadashi’s lovely ass. “I’ll be taking that out on you two.”

“Yes, Master!”

“Thank you, Master!”

Yama gave a harsh spank to Tadashi’s rear. “Good fucking whores!”

There was no prep. He didn’t want to build up to anything tonight. Instead, he used his toy as he pleased. He drove his length in hard and first, burying it in one go as Tadashi released a happy little moan. Immediately, he began pounding himself forward, driving in again and again and letting Tadashi’s expert ass pleasure his length. The slut moved back against him with practiced ease. Beneath him, Hiro panted out hot, erotic breaths. Every pounding against his brother’s hips pushed Tadashi’s cock down against his own. The grinding must have been getting to him, because each pant was more shallow than the last. Even still, he remembered his job. Tadashi whined as Hiro’s tongue dragged over his nipple. It had his insides fluttering just the way that Yama liked it. The crime lord huffed and groaned as he shoved his cock in and out, slapping his heavy balls into the pet’s ass until they began to draw up. Without a second though, he began to unload into his slut’s precious ass. And Tadashi pushed his hips back to welcome it.

Just as he unsheathed himself, Hiro started desperately pawing at his brother’s reddened cheeks. Tadashi was too lost in bliss to fight it, and he was weakly pulled down enough for Hiro to thrust his smaller dick inside. The boy’s hips bucked up once and twice before he mixed his own inconsequential load in with Yama’s.

Yama chuckled as he swatted Tadashi’s ass. “Next slut,” he demanded. WIth a soft goran, the young man slowly pulled himself off his brother’s waist and turned himself around, straddling Hiro’s face instead.

Hiro impatiently grabbed at those rotund cheeks, greedily pulling them apart to expose his brother’s wide, gaping hole. Yama’s seed drizzled out like a thick syrup, falling in a thick stream down to where Hiro’s mouth was opened to giddily receive it. It splashed on his nose and chin too, making reflexively close one eye as he swiped up the mess with his tongue. His little chest rose as he inhaled the scent of musky semen.

Tadashi reached a hand back and placed it flat against the base of his ass. He pushed his hips out and dragged his hand up with an amused chuckle, dragging his fingers over the curve like was put on a stage. “You must really like the view, baby brother.”

“What can I say, big bro?” Hiro snarkily matched his sibling’s energy, one eyebrow quirked upward with a smug little smirk. He smacked his hand down on Tadashi’s ass twice just to see the muscular mounds ripple. “You have a hot dump truck.” His lips parted and his tongue extended to catch the helping of cum released from the impact.

The young man barked out a small laughter. “You realize that you’d be the garbage heap then, right?”

“I don’t want to hear that from the literal cum tank!” Hiro reached a hand around, arm really stretching, to jiggle the sloshing bulge of Tadashi’s belly. It had his older brother releasing a low exhale.

“Brat,” Tadashi accused, his words almost a chuckle, just before he lowered himself down. Two big, pliant cheeks gently smooshed down onto Hiro’s face, cradling his head as they nearly enveloped him. Hiro welcomed them excitably - arms wrapping around Tadashi’s thighs to pull his older brother further down. He eagerly began licking up the mess Yama left inside. Greedily, he dragged his tongue against Tadashi’s walls, gathering up all the cum until his cheeks were swollen enough to gulp it down. Tadashi sighed pleasantly, settling his weight back further onto his little brother’s face. “Guzzle it down while you can. I have a feeling Master’s about to make you too full for more.”

Tadashi released a small yelp as he was grabbed by the hair on the back of his head. His face was yanked close to Yama’s own. “Take a page from your little brother’s book,” he said, a twisted smile pulling at his lips. “The mouth of a slut has some better uses than speaking.” And then, just as harshly as before, Yama shoved Tadashi’s head down to his chest. The younger man recovered quickly. Without any further instruction, he dragged his tongue across one of Yama’s thick nipples, pleasuring the stiff bud with slow, sweeping motions. A pleased hum was earned in reward.

Reaching beneath one slut, Yama pried apart the legs of another. His large hands could wrap fully around Hiro’s thighs. He pushed each leg up until they were perpendicular with the boy’s body, allowing his tender hole to be as accessible as possible. Slowly, the crime lord began to ease himself forward. His thick, girthy tip nudged and pressed around Hiro’s hole as it searched for entry. The boy shivered and trembled. His feet flexed and his chest stuttered as he flinched in anticipation. It took only a couple of tries until that pink little rim opened wide to accept his fat tip. Hiro’s muffled moan was directed right up into Tadashi’s tender hole.

Yama chuckled to himself, proud of how easily he could press into his little bitch. Hiro was loose enough for Yama to fit comfortably. And yet, his young and lithe body still made him feel snug around the man’s large girth. With a pleasured groan, Yama thrusted inward, starting with slow, steady motions as he buried inch after inch of his length deep into the boy’s pussy. Hiro moaned wildly, each sound buried deep into Tadashi’s ass. The crime lord only took pause once the boy managed to swallow him up completely - the outline of Yama’s cock so clear and defined as it formed an obscene bulge in Hiro’s belly.

Tadashi let out little high pitch whines as he chewed on Yama’s fattened chest. Each little moan that Hiro made was an extra stimulus against his oversensitive hole. And Yama could only imagine what the hungry thing was doing with his tongue. Of course, their pleasure wasn’t his main concern. No, his focus almost solely remained on sliding his length in and out of Hiro, forcing the boy’s stomach to bulge out over and over with the shape of his cock. The man’s girth stretched Hiro wide, stimulating his insides everywhere all at once. There was no need to make an attempt here. Hiro’s prostate would be brutalized no matter what he did.

A yank of Tadashi’s hair was all it took to maneuver the boy away from his chest and up into his pit. As much as Yama had been enjoying the stimulation, he needed to lean forward more in order to fuck Hiro as roughly as he intended. So Tadashi was tucked beneath his arm, and the slut immediately twisted his head to start polishing the bush of hairs with his tongue. He greedily drank up the sweat and breathed in his owner’s musk.

Yama’s thrusted inside more violently, pounding his hips with as much force as he could. He yanked Hiro back against him, making sure he was as deep as he could go. The boy squealed with pleasure. His feet kicked out as he spasmed. His own small length spilled out another orgasm across his belly, and Yama groaned as his insides tightened in response.

Tadashi began releasing breathy moans against Yama’s pit as Hiro reached his hands up and pushed against his big brother’s belly, forcing the cum back through his guts and dispensing it into Hiro’s hungry mouth.

With one final motion, Yama slammed himself forward and deposited his seed into the boy’s cum bank. His belly swelled, but he didn’t stop feeding himself more and more of Yama’s seed. Despite their Master’s release, the boys didn’t stop. They wouldn’t until it would please their owner. The raw submission made Yama chuckle as he pulled out. His seed spilled onto the covers below, gushing out from Hiro’s gaping hole. It was a mess he would have the sluts clean up later. For now, he climbed up onto the bed, flopped onto his back, and rested against the headboard.

Hiro was voracious. He clumsily climbed up Yama’s legs, hands digging into the fattened thighs, until he managed to flop his torso down onto the man’s inner leg. Now eye-level with the crime lord’s pulsating erection, he delicately gripped the length with his nimble fingers and tilted it down so that his plush lips could engulf the thick tip into his warm, inviting mouth. Hiro sucked against the head. The taste made him moan softly into the sensitive skin. He salivated, the spit mixing with the cum-slathered, musky skin and creating Yama-flavored juice that he happily swallowed down.

Yama chuckled. He reached forward to push the young boy’s sweat-matted hair off his forehead. Two beautiful eyes looked back up at him, each shining with an eager adoration. It was a view that pleased Yama greatly. From his position, he could see just how much Hiro loved suckling on his cock - cleaning it with his soft lips and diligent tongue. The boy relaxed into the service, surrendering himself to the pleasure of pleasing his Master. Yama could practically see the hearts floating in his enamored gaze.

Tadashi climbed back onto the bed behind him. He lifted Hiro’s hips until the boy’s knees helped to keep them propped up. Wasting no time, the young man pushed his erection down to angle it against Hiro’s loose, puffy rim. The slide was easy. Tadashi entered in one easy motion, groaning at the way his little brother’s insides fluttered around his length. Hiro’s shoulders drew inward and his eyes closed with a blissful moan. He pushed his soft butt back against Tadashi’s pelvis. Drool filled his cheeks as he began bobbing his head slightly up and down, taking only the first few inches. Yama wanted to see the boy’s expression, so he gripped the loose bangs into a fist on top of Hiro’s head, but otherwise didn’t restrict the boy’s rhythm.

The wet slaps of Tadashi’s hips plowing forward filled the room. The young man wasn’t as thick or as long as Yama, so he couldn’t keep the crime lord’s seed contained completely. Splashes of semen coated Hiro’s ass and dripped down his thighs as his older brother quickly lost himself to the pleasure of those trembling, squeezing walls. The motion rocked Hiro forward, making his cum-filled belly sway beneath him.

Yanking Hiro’s hair upward, Yama pulled the boy up off his dick. Hiro gasped as he was removed, but his mouth still hung open, waiting to be returned. It made Yama chuckle proudly. “You like sucking my dick, Little Condom?”

Hiro attempted to nod his head, even as Yama held his hair tight. “Yes, Master.”

“Do you enjoy having your older brother pound your pussy while you drool on my cock?”

“Yes, Master!” Hiro said, his breath catching lightly at the domineering words. Behind him, Tadashi had not slowed his pace. The young man still used his brother’s walls in a desperate search for another orgasm.

Yama grinned, wide and malicious as he witnessed just how effective his training had been. “Say it, then.”

“I love it when big bro pounds my bitch-bussy while worshipping Master’s cock!” he cried out in glee. Tadashi swore quietly behind him, and Hiro keened as the force of the thrusting increased.

“Worship, huh?” Yama asked, quite enjoying Hiro’s rendition of his statement. It should lots of progress, and promised much more to come. “And does it deserve it?” he asked, accidentally lowering Hiro’s head down just enough for his lips to touch Yama’s tip. Without any instruction, he began offering it reverent kisses. And with a chuckle, Yama yanked him back up. “Answer me, Little Condom.”

Hiro whined at the loss. He paused before replying, mind seeming to stutter to process a response. The boy’s eyes widened as he searched Yama’s gaze. And then, confidently, he said, “Y-yes! I do!”

Yama paused, considered the response, and then roared with laughter. His words could have referred to a few things. Perhaps he was asking if his cock deserved worship. Or maybe he was asking if Hiro’s bussy deserved to be bred. What he didn’t expect was for the boy to interpret the word ’it’ as referring to himself. Hiro, all on his own, decided that he was more of Yama’s object than a person. It was victory condensed down into a single moment. Yama, for absolute certainty, had succeeded in his goals.

When Yama released Hiro’s hair, the boy immediately dropped down into the small nook between the crime lord’s cock and his fatty thigh. Hiro’s nose was flush against Yama’s pelvis. His lips were pressed into one of Yama’s balls. And despite still recovering from being thoroughly deepthroated, the boy still suckled against the sensitive orb as he blissfully breathed in his Master’s scent. Hiro was high on servitude - eyes still hazy and face flush as he melted into his natural place.

Yama gently petted his hair. “That’s a good slut.”