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General RP Mafia Debt (RhysTheFirebird)

His eyes widened a little feeling a hand grip the back of his neck. They quickly softened, Lee loving this sort of treatment. He was pinned back then, letting out a gasp from surprise as he looked up at the mafia leader. "You finally get it~" he teased gently, grinning up at him softly. "Please, Sir~ Harder." If only his ribs weren't a mess then he wouldn't mind getting roughed up. Scary risks always excited Lee, his length actually twitching in response to Dimitri's sudden aggression. It went mostly unseen underneath the water.
 
Dimitri stares at him and then let's go, smirking. "I don't think you deserve it. You haven't been a good boy." He stands, turning his back to the other and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

"I only reward boys who behave. If I rewarded you, even if you were bad, that would only teach you to keep misbehaving, and I can't have that, да?"
 
Lee shuddered at the 'good boy' bit. He loved praise, and hearing he wasn't good didn't make him all too happy. Sure, sure, he had been misbehaving. It was fun for him! But... he wanted to be good. He could be good. He felt conflicted but still went with being playful - mainly for his own emotional well-being.

With his wrist free, he leaned against the edge of the tub, looking up at him. "How can I be good? For you~?" He added the last part, a grin still present on his lips.
 
Dimitri pulls his shirt off, and Lee could see more tattoos filling spaces since the last time the other had seen his back. Still flowers, but adding more color and diversity. He steps the shirt on the counter.

He keeps his back to Lee and hums, "Finish washing yourself."
 
Lee admired how the other looked without his shirt, flushing lightly at the sight. He got more tattoos! They looked so nice...

He caught himself staring, finally tearing his gaze away at the order. "Mm~? Okay~" He didn't mind it, the other had already done so much for him. Picking up the washcloth, he went over whatever else needed to be washed. He then fully rinsed himself off. He stood up, not caring if the other saw him fully nude. The other had been avoiding looking earlier, giving him some privacy. But Lee wanted to play and the other would have to eventually look. "May I have a towel, please, Sir~?" He resumed using the title, hoping it was getting to the other.
 
Dimitri turned, gaze level with Lee's face, "No. Go sit on your bed." He crosses his arms, staring Lee down. The boy had asked for this, and he was going to deliver. He didn't plan on giving Lee what the boy wanted completely, but he could show the other what he could get, if he so chose.

He follows Lee back to the bedroom, not lookig at the boy as he goes back to his chair, sitting down and pulling his phone out. After a moment, he glances up. "What I want from you. . . Is for you to please yourself. Show me what makes you feel good."

Dimitri didn't seem fazed by seeing Lee nude, rather he seemed to be ignoring the show of the boy's skin.
 
Lee didn't want to get the bed all wet so he went ahead and grabbed a towel for himself to dry off with. He was quick, moving away from the other if he tried to snatch it away from him. Inside the bedroom he sat on the bed, patiently watching the other.

"Mm... You don't want the honors of doing it yourself?" Disappointing, but he would indulge. It would just get him that much closer to the other jumping him. He couldn't blame the other for being careful while he was so freshly injured. Moving to the middle of the bed, he leaned back against the pillows and spread his legs a bit. He gripped himself in his hand, stroking himself slowly at first. He sighed softly, eying the other, just imagining him taking him. It made the experience a little better.
 
Dimitri stares at Lee, watching the boy. His chin rests on his palm, tapping his phone against his thigh. He stays silent and motionless, his face blank and clear. Except for his eyes, those were dark and bottomless.

"I want to make sure I do it right the first time, Lee. I'm not a man who likes making mistakes."
 
That was... very fitting for the mafia leader. Lee gently bit his lower lip, a moan threatening to slip passed. He could always start fingering himself, Lee unsure if he wanted to save that show for a little later. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back, stroking himself a little faster. Pre began beading at the tip and as Lee brought his hand up, he caught some and used it to slick himself up.
 
Dimitri stares at Lee, biting down on his own lip for a moment, "Don't hold back. I want the full show." He murmurs, crossing his legs at the knee.

He was enjoying watching Lee. He had no intentions of touching the boy tonight. Or for the next two weeks at that matter. He would wait for Lee to be mostly recovered before touching him. Well, that was the plan, but watching him was a little too tempting.
 
Lee glanced back toward the other, swallowing hard at how he looked sitting there. It was like the other could read his mind, rather the other knew he was holding back. Slipping a few fingers into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around them, getting them wet enough before he reached behind himself, rubbing at his hole. He slipped them in next, slowly pumping them, his hand not once stopping from stroking himself. Thankfully the drug was still in him, else he wouldn't be able to do half of these things, the pain being too great. As he teased himself he thought perhaps it was better the other didn't touch him yet. He had a feeling the other may be a little too rough, which Lee wouldn't mind, but he didn't need to cause himself any further harm - the other fully against that.

He reached deeper inside, jolting with a louder moan as his fingers brushed against that bundle of nerves. It would be better if the other didn't touch, but as Lee went on he held back from begging him to.
 
Dimitri shifts slightly, his gaze locked on Lee's hands. His grip on his phone tightens, and he holds his breath, heart racing. Lee was too beautiful like that, moaning and touching himself.

"Fuuck. . ." He whispers, narrowing his eyes.
 
Lee's eyes opened hearing that quiet moan. He grinned to himself, even if the other wouldn't touch him, that didn't mean he couldn't tease him. Neither hand stopped, his hand stroking him at an even pace, his fingers now thrusting against his prostate. "A-Ah! Dimitri~" he moaned out, head tilted back, face contorted with pleasure.
 
Dimitri tenses, his jaw tightening. He forces himself to lean back in his chair, solely focused on Lee. He really wanted to touch, to be the reason the other was moaning. But years of taught self-control kept him seated, if tense and ready to pounce.
 
Lee hoped he would get Dimitri to crack before he would end up cumming, but he wasn't too sure that would end up happening that night. That was fine - Lee thinking it was meant, the other may end up hurting him more. He liked pain but didn't need to cause any more damage to his already cracked ribs. Feeling his release actually start to creep up on him, he moved his hand quicker, his fingers pressing harder against his prostate. His moans gave the other the only indication he was close, his body tensing.
 
After a few more moments, Dimitri let's out a breath, "Stop." He whispers the word, bura it's still very clearly audible. He stands, uncurling from the chair.

"Put your hands over your head and lay there."

He steps closer, staring Lee down and holding the boy's gaze. It was obvious Dimitri was hard, the bulge in his pants clear as day, as well as at Lee's eyes level of he dared to loon away from the other's gaze.
 
At the quiet command, Lee caught it and froze, refocusing his gaze on the other. At the next, he obeyed, slipping his fingers from his hole and lifting both to rest above his head. Laying there, he panted quietly, his gaze falling onto his straining pants, before falling back on the other's eyes. He didn't move an inch, keeping his legs spread as they were, his hands planted above his head. His cock, dripping with pre, rested against his stomach.
 
Dimitri let's his heated gaze wander over Lee, starting with the boys's face and down. He stops at the boy's cock and then glances back up. "You look ready to burst. . ." He murmurs, stepping closer. He presses his knee down on the mattress, between Lee's knees.

"You have two minutes to cum, or you won't get to for the next two weeks. And you can't use your pretty hands. Keep those above your head."

He tilts his head, staring at Lee. "Your time starts. . . Now."
 
That hot, intense gaze raking over his body could very well tip Lee over the edge, though he wasn't quite there. It was damn hot, that alone made him shiver. Biting his lower lip, he nodded. He pressed closer, Lee nearly sinking himself into the mattress. "Nn... huh~" he mused, curious. No hands? The other was so close... Shit. He was actually on a timer. He carefully lifted himself, using his hands to push himself up to kneel. He moved until Dimitri's knee was between his legs, his cock resting against his thigh. He then moved his hands back up, resting them against each other behind his head. They were up, out of the way, Lee then rubbing himself against Dimitri's leg. He shuddered, pleasure consuming him again. He bit at his lower lip, letting soft moans leave him. "D-Dimitri~" he moaned louder, finally close once again. It wouldn't take much more, Lee certain he would beat that timer.
 
Dimitri watches Lee, watching the time on his watch and waiting. He waites until Lee is just about to cum before he pulls his thigh back, grinning slightly. He slides a hand into Lee's hair, tugging slightly to tip the boy's head back.

After a few moments of letting Lee's body calm, he pushes his thigh back against the boy's crotch. He does this each time the boy gets close, wondering when the frustration would start to show.
 
Lee gasped, whining softly as that thigh disappeared, the younger male nearly tipping over. He was caught by that hand in his hair, forcing his head back a little. "Wh-What, please~" he moaned, staring up into his eyes. He panted, slowly calming down from getting edged. The leg soon returned, Lee jumping as his cock rubbed against it, his hips quickly resuming their rutting, getting oh so close... Until he stopped again, Lee panting heavily.

Each time he thought he would tip over the edge, the other would stop. By the third time he grew frustrated, Lee lowered his hands to grab his leg. He would be able to stop him from pulling away, but he replaced himself on the moved leg to rut again. "You edging bastard," he groaned.
 
Dimitri let's out a snarl, grabbing Lee's wrist and after taking a deep breath, pulling it away. Really, he wanted to yank the limb over the boy's head as hard as possible, but that wouldn't do.

"What the fuck did I say? You can't use your hands." He pushes Lee back, careful not to be too rough. "And I don't let disobedient little bitches cum."

He glances at his watch, "And besides. You're out of time."
 
Lee yelped as his wrist was snatched. "I didn't use my hands~ I only held onto you!" He pointed out, pouting. He moved back as he was shoved. Bitches? Damn.

Oh... Out of time? "You can't stop me from pleasuring myself~" How would he know if and when he masturbated? ...For two whole weeks?! ...Would it count if he had someone else do the pleasuring?
 
Dimitri leans close, "What was the last thing I told you to do with your hands? Besides not using them?" He grasps Lee's jaw, tilting his head, leaning forward to whisper into the boy's ear.

"And I'll know. . . If you cum before your two weeks is up. I know everything that goes on in this house." He licks along the boy's jaw. "And if you do so even once. . . Then you'll be tied to this bed spread eagle."

He lets go, pushing Lee back onto the bed gently. Walking back into the bathroom, he grabs his shirt, pulling it back on, and then drapes his jacket over his arm.

Walking back out, he stands before Lee, gaze disapproving and angry as he stares the boy down.
 
Ah... Okay, sure, he didn't keep his hands above his head. But he was pissing him off edging him! "Your edging wasted my time." He groaned, glaring up at the other as he grabbed him by the jaw. The whispering in his ear made him shudder, his deep, husky voice making him want to act up. He whimpered softly, unable to pull away. "Nn... T-That's supposed to be a threat?"

So he couldn't call up Kas... Dimitri had no idea he had messed around with him, but still. How would he know? Just how? ...Were there cameras? As the other pushed him back and left for the bathroom, he glanced around the room from where he was. Cameras could be so tiny, he wouldn't even see them.

Frowning, he watched as the other returned, his damp shirt back on him. He didn't like the look he was given, the other was quite unhappy with him. He looked away, "I... I'm sorry."
 
Dimitri sighs, "You think if you had been good, I wouldn't have let you cum? I knew what I was doing, and I learned. . . When push comes to shove, you disobey. You need to learn to control yourself." He reaches out, touching Lee's hair and gently running his fingers through the damp, dark strands.

"All you have to do, Lee, is obey." He murmurs, gaze softening as he looks down at the other. "But disobey, and you will" his grip tightens on Lee's hair, tugging it once again.

"Be punished. Am I understood."
 
Lee was quiet, nodding slowly as he spoke. He knew the other was right. He just... couldn't control himself. He never had the proper discipline, not like this, anyway. This was a little different. He sat back up, kneeling on the bed in front of Dimitri. The petting to his hair returned and Lee leaned into the touches, finding he had actually missed it. The gentle touches turned to the rough ones he also loved, the other gripping his hair and forcing his gaze as he tugged so nicely. "Mn... Yes."

"Please... Train me?" It was the only thing he could think of to fix things. He wanted to be good, he knew he could be... for Dimitri.
 
Dimitri smiles softly, leaning forward as pressing a kiss to Lee's forehead. "No touching yourself, and no cumming for two weeks." He murmurs, kissing Lee's temple.

"Be a good boy, and I'll reward you like you've never been before."

He goes back to petting Lee, closing his eyes. After a few minutes, he pulls back, looking into Lee's eyes.
 
Was that his first lesson? He nodded, smiling softly at the gentle kisses on his head. "Okay," he verbally obeyed. The promise was quite enticing, Lee more than willing to obey. "That sounds perfect." His smile turned to a grin, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the petting. He was riled up but needed to calm down if he wanted his promised reward. As the other pulled away, he pouted, pulling his hand closer again to resume the petting. He could easily fall asleep like that, Lee needing his rest in order to recover. He would still have to wait the two weeks, he was sure.

He eventually did pass out, not letting the other leave until he did.

A week had gone by, every day a struggle for the needy Lee. He just told himself there were cameras everywhere so he wouldn't touch himself. The bruises littering his body had gotten worse as they healed, the colors darker and spread out more. It would probably be another week before they fully went away. He had kept in contact with his friends and his newest, Kas. As it had been a week without contact from anyone but Dimitri, he was quite bored, going stir-crazy being stuck inside. The only person outside of Dimitri and the staff and within closer access than the states was Kas... He sent a text, hopeful the other would be able to stop by. He needed some sort of entertainment!
 
Kas was currently on a date. One he hoped would go well when his phone buzzed. He glanced down and smiles, wedding a quick reply in the affirmative. He looks up at the man who was watching him, and smiles, leaning forward. After another fifteen minutes, the date ends in a peaceful manner before Kas starts walking.

He hadn't cross dressed today, the cold weather making it difficult to wear a dress and heels. He may be crazy, but he wasn't a monster. I stead, he'd gone simple. Shoes, jeans, a T-shirt, and a long heavy jacket.

He glanced down at the address Lee shared and cocks an eyebrow. "Fancy, fancy. . ." In fact, the place wasn't far from his condo. Maybe about fifteen blocks or something. He makes a walk, getting there in half an hour. Security was intense. And a load of hot men and women.

He goes past them, getting ID'd a million times before making it into the large house. After almost getting lost twice, he makes it to Lee's room, knocks, and opens the door. "Your bestie has arrived and saved the day!" He lifts his arms up.
 
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