General RP Mafia Debt (RhysTheFirebird)

Lee sighed softly as the other pulled out. "We could rest... Wait, I'm super curious, what toys do you have?" He didn't expect that, but it was only natural. Adults had toys. He could just imagine Dimitri using them... Or... on someone else~? He wondered about his past partners then. "Heh... you'd love to watch that, me fucking myself on a toy."
 
Dimitri raises an eyebrow, "Who said anything about you using the toy on yourself? Hell no, Sprite. I'm in control right now, meaning I'm using the toy on you." He gently grabs Lee's chin, looking into the other's eyes.

"But maybe later I can watch the show you wanna give me." He grins,leaning down and kissing him softly, "Because you are right, I would love to watch you fuck yourself open."
 
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Dimitri sat in his sitting room, one ankle over his knee as he stared down at the man on his knees. His men had informed him they'd caught the slimy bastard, and while Dimitri had a flat in London, he didn't want to stray too far from Lee. He cared for the boy, and didn't want to be too far incase something happened again.

He could still remember the look on the boy's face when he'd shown him the collar the morning after their first time fucking. It was an expression he wished he had been able to take a photo of to have forever. But what was even better was seeing the collar around his throat.

He'd made the rules clear, Lee was not allowed to remove the collar unless he was showering, or sleeping. Knowing that maybe having to wear the collar while asleep may be uncomfortable. But if lee went out or stayed home, he had to wear the collar.

And today, he'd told Lee his father would be in the house, he wasn't an idiot not to inform a victim of abuse when tyheir abuser was in the same building as them. He'd given the other the option to a) go out with Kas, b) stay in his room, or c) join him. He didn't yet know what choice the boy made.
 
John, Lee's father, had been caught off guard when he was captured. His work brought him to Russia for a week. Dimitri's men had grabbed him right before he left for the States. He could only yell and curse them out, clearly unafraid for his well-being. He was quickly brought to Dimitri's home where he was brought to the sitting room. Kneeling at the man's feet, he could only glare up. "What the fuck is happening?" He spat.


Lee found himself falling more and more for Dimitri. He hadn't expected the collar after Dimitri expressed disinterest in submission outside the bedroom. Perhaps he was wrong-- perhaps Dimitri wanted to explore a little more. Whatever the case, he was absolutely thrilled and couldn't stop hugging and kissing the man. Lee found little interest in disappearing to mess around with others. His focus was totally on Dimitri and being good for him, which meant following all of his rules. As a natural submissive, it felt incredible to him. For once, Lee found he was exactly where he was supposed to be. The brat in him still wanted to misbehave. A little something they needed to work on-- unless Dimitri didn't mind~. A little misbehavior kept things interesting.

However, his father had been brought to the estate that day and Lee felt stuck. Sitting on his bed, fingers gently caressing the soft material of the collar, he stared down at his phone. He didn't know what to do. Dimitri had given him some options, but he felt leaving to hang out with Kas was, in some form, running away. He was tired of running. What the hell was he thinking?! He did tell Dimitri to do whatever he wanted, but still...! He could message Kas and actually go out for a bit of an escape. Kas did want to take him shopping after all!

No, no. He wasn't a coward. Not anymore. Groaning softly to himself, he climbed out of the bed and slipped his phone into his back pocket. He left the room, finding some form of confidence in Dimitri's presence and the collar. He made his way to the sitting room, Dimitri luckily informing him of the location where his father would be earlier on, allowing him to avoid the area and source of trauma. Opening the door, he peeked his head in. He mentally felt himself sink at the sight of his father, though seeing him on his knees was an interesting sight. He flinched when his father's head snapped in his direction, his voice piercing right through him as he spat insults his way. His hand came up to the collar when the remarks attacked the collar around his neck.

"Lee? What the fuck? Stupid fuckin' mutt. Is this your owner or some shit?" He stood to his feet and moved toward Lee.
 
The moment the first insult left the bastards mouth, Dimitri stood, grabbing the man's hair and yanking him up. After staring into his eyes for a moment, Dimitri popped the man in the mouth. Hard. The man was lucky Dimitri had lefty his gun in his room, wanting to have some fun. A remark like that would have gotten John shot in the mouth. "I think the only mutt here is you." He smirks, dropping John and moving over to Lee, gently reaching forward to cup the back of his neck, thumb brushing over the collar comfortingly.

Leaning down, he presses his lips to Lee's, "He can't hurt you here, sprite, okay?" he whispers, sliding his other hand through Lee's hair. "My beautiful, strong. sprite."

He glances over his shoulder at John, eyes narrowing on the man, wondering if he had anything to say.
 
Lee wanted to back away, not wanting to get hit, knowing that look in his father's eyes. He held his ground, knowing he had the power there with Dimitri. Still, in the last second, he did take a single step back, sighing softly as Dimitri grabbed his father before he could reach him. He fully stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, knowing it was a terrible idea. He internally groaned hearing his father's loud cry at the strike, the man falling to the ground as he was simply dropped. With Dimitri at his side, he felt better, leaning in as he was kissed. He gave a little nod, "I did say you can do whatever you want." He just didn't expect this to happen today. So soon...

John quickly got to his feet and approached Dimitri, looking to strike him down, much like he would do to Lee. Lee wanted to warn him, but simply let the events unfold in front of him. He knew his father would lose, but the man would have to learn eventually.

Seeing such a display, John quickly realized his son was gay and that he and this man actually were in some weird relationship. "I knew it, how could you hurt your mother like this?" His aim went from Dimitri to Lee, hoping to grab him, anything. He didn't like this strange relationship, that collar around his son's neck was a clear display of it. He aimed for it, hoping to pull Lee toward him to wrap his fingers around his neck. "Disgusting!"

Lee's initial reaction would be to question what the hell his mind could come up with. His mother? She was dead! He knew that! He hated Lee for it! Lee had quickly learned to just... not. The lack of reaction normally pissed John off all the more, bringing him into some sort of rage. With Dimitri between them he felt safe, yet if he managed to get Dimitri away he would try to duck or move, something to get away from him!
 
Dimitri simply stared at John, daring him to come any closer to Lee, his gaze dark. The moment John was in range, Dimitri grabbed his wrist and twisted the man's arm, locking it in place as he walked forward, forcing the man to walk backwards or get his arm broken. "Look. I don't like you. Neither does my sprite. So, I'll give you one option. Keep your hands to yourself and live, or touch him and die." He flicks his gaze to his men, none of them as close t him as Serki had been, but all of them his closest and most trusted friends.

Alexi, a man with pale blond hair, blue eyes and a bulkier frame than Dimitri stepped forward. His specialty was knives, and Dimitri was going to take full advantage over that. "See, I have permission to do to you whatever I want. . . And right now, what I want. . . Is to see you squirm and cry."
 
John yelped as his arm was twisted behind him. He reluctantly let the other guide him away, not wanting his arm broken. "Die? What the- Lee, what did you get involved with?" He called out, quite surprised. "Same shit that got Alex killed?"

Lee didn't want to hear it, the bullshit reminder that he was all alone save for the one person that wanted him dead. "Shut the fuck up, dad. Please!" He just had enough, he wanted it all to stop. "I'm so fucking done with your shit."

John ignored his son's words when the very real threat to his life came into view in the form of a man holding knives. "You hear that, Lee? Are you going to let them hurt your father?"

"Yes, actually!" The words just came out, Lee surprised at himself.

"You fuckin' brat-" he shifted in Dimitri's hold, aiming for Lee again, not caring if he got hurt. Really, he didn't think they had the balls to hurt him.

Lee moved away again, already knowing he was safe where he was. Still... He was nervous. "Just... stop. Let them do whatever the fuck and you'll live." Was he trying to save his father? Permit the room to hurt him? He didn't know. It felt good talking back, though it was typical for Lee. This was nothing new for them. The more he yelled at his father and egged him on, the more he was hurt.
 
Dimitri growls, narrowing his eyes, "Oh. . ." He grabs Johns chin, "The first thing you'll lose is that tongue. The only person who gets to call Lee a brat is me." He lets go of John's wrist, instad, wrapping the arm around John's waist. He forces the man's mouth open, smirking slightly. He was enjoying this too much. But then, he enjoyed making people suffer in general. It's what drove him to this, it made him feel alive after years of his own suffering. A;exi reaches up and pries John's tongue from his mouth, holding up a knife.

"You'll never be able to yell at him again." He growls into John's ear.
 
Shit, what twisted stuff was Lee into being with this man? Everything was happening far too quickly, John trying to pull away, no longer able to yell out as his tongue was held.

Holy shit. Lee didn't know whether to call out for Dimitri to stop or to leave the room. He felt glued to the floor, unable to tear his eyes away. What could he even say to get him to stop?

Fearing the blade getting closer, he retaliated, trying to pull away or swat the knife away. Anything to save himself.

To finally have silence... Lee held his own tongue, astonished by the sight. His father choking on his own blood...
 
Dimitri tisks softly, grabbing up John's arms and pinning them down, his hold unbreaking. "See, what you did to him before he met me was only going to be punished by some beating, as he wasn't mine yet. But now he is, and you still have the balls to come and hurt what belongs to me. Hurt what doesn't, and never, belonged to you." He growls into John's ear. "First, it's your tongue. . . Then,it will be your fingers. I'll make sure you can never hold a belt against my Sprite again."

He flicks his gaze to Alexi, who just grins and with a flick of his wrist, the knife slices through the muscle between his fingers like butter.
 
John couldn't move, Dimitri was much stronger than him. He could only back away, pressing himself into the Russian. Wide eyes stared at the knife as it was brought closer before finally striking him. He cried out, blood rushing into his mouth. He could only spit it out onto the floor beneath him. He tried to tear away from Dimitri's hold again, adrenaline filling his body.

Fuck. He would never again hear that voice raised, screaming at him about this and that, whatever he decided to hate about Lee that day. How would he survive this? Forever mute, unable to speak, his job required him to. Dimitri just disabled the bastard. He did tell him he could do whatever he wanted. He couldn't go back on that now. Frankly, he felt Dimitri would have done it regardless.
 
Dimitri let go of John, as easily as dropping trust into a bin and looks over at Lee, tilting his head to the side. He worried for a moment he's done something Lee hasn't wanted him to do, but. . . He had been given liberty. He sighs, and presses the toe of his shoe into John's side, "I'll save your fingers for bother time." He wrinkles his nose.

He steps back to Lee, touching his face lightly, "Are you okay, Sprite? You look a little pale." He murmurs, kissing his temple.
 
John was easily dropped, the man falling to his knees, spitting up blood every few seconds. They would need to clean that rug after, or simply toss it. There was no use keeping it around. He glared toward Lee's direction. Despite Dimitri being his attacker, he still blamed Lee for everything. He could no longer voice that thought, the look spelling everything out quite clearly to the younger male.

Lee wasn't sure how to feel. He had just witnessed this mafia leader, his... owner, cutting out his father's tongue. As Dimitri left his father's side, he expected his father to jump at him. Instead, he stayed put as Dimitri approached him. He looked over to his father again, ensuring he wouldn't move, before tearing his eyes away and bringing his attention to Dimitri. He raised his hand to hold the one over his cheek, allowing that contact to ground him. "I want to say you've taken it too far... but he's finally quiet." It was conflicting, really. He shouldn't be happy his father had been hurt, but seeing as he was also his abuser, he should be. He turned his head, kissing the inside of his palm. "I don't know how to feel," he said quietly.
 
Dimitri sighs softly, picking Lee up, pulling the boy's legs around his hips. He holds Lee close, bracing his lower back, "Well. I'm not going to tell you how to feel, but I am going to say you probably shouldn't stay here much longer. It's going to get worse." He kisses the side of Lee's neck, humming softly.

He walks towards the door, quiet for a few moments, "Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?" He asks, pulling back to look at Lee's face.
 
Lee was easily lifted into his arms, the younger male helping by wrapping his legs around his waist. His arms came around his neck, feeling secure in those arms. He refused to look at his father, knowing the look of disgust was plastered all over his face. He mentally winced, nodding. "I'm not taking it back... you can still do whatever." He told him softly, not wanting his father to hear. For once, John stayed put, even as Dimitri walked away with Lee.

Lee didn't want to find out what else Dimitri would do with his father. He was better off not knowing, happily taking the offer to leave. He blinked then, looking Dimitri in the eyes at the suggestion. He smiled softly, "I'd like that. I don't care where we go, I just want to be with you." He told him, leaning in to press a little kiss to his cheek. He let the other set him down outside the door. "Come get me when you're ready," he said before he would leave for his room. He would find something to distract himself for the time being.
 
Dimitri grins, "Wear something. . . Alluring, Lee." He replies, leaning against the door. "If you don't have anything that fits that, just talk to one of the servents. They'll get my tailor and he'll find something for you to wear." He smiles before stepping back into the room, stretching. He takes off his jacket and rolls his sleeves up.

"Well, you may not have your tongue, but you can still scream." He smirks, waving a hand at Alexi who steps forward, offering him a knife.
 
Alluring~? He didn't think he had anything. Even if there was the slightest possibility, he wanted to see what this tailor of his could come up with - exactly what Dimitri wanted. He happily left with a new goal, something to focus on instead of the horrors within that room. He looked for a servant, perking up upon finding one, asking for Dimitri's tailor to find something for him.

John backed away, backing himself into a wall. He couldn't call his bluff anymore, they were dead serious. Oh, the leader himself wielding the knife this time? He glared up at him, almost testing him, knowing he wasn't fucking around.
 
The servants nods and give a small little bow thingy to Lee, before walking away. After awhile, there's a knock on the door, a middle aged man, definitely not Russian, with his accented English.

"Hello, Mr. Lee, I am Nasir." His skin was a light brown color, his eyes so dark they were almost brown. "I heard the dress code is alluring. Tell me, what do you think of when you hear that?" Nasir was talented, and he liked getting to know the person he was styling before doing so.

Bloody shit- idfk- XD torture
 
Lee had spotted a servant not too far from his room. After requesting the tailor, he decided to hang out in his room until the man would arrive.

Lee was scrolling on his phone when he heard the knock at his door. He opened the door, letting him inside to go over things. "Ah, yes! Hmm... Mysterious, I suppose. Want. Desire?" Same thing, really. Ahh, he really needed to take Kas up on his offer to go shopping. He needed more of his own stuff! Black was great and all but it wasn't his.

torturetorturetorture, screams and cries XD weakly fighting back.
 
"I like black," he started, pausing as Nasir pulled a book out and started flipping through it. He saw many different colors, his mind trying to mix and match on the spot. "Black, dark blues and red is good, too." He explained, thinking over the next question. "Usually somewhere in the middle." He said with a nod, very curious about what the other would come up with.
 
Nasir writes down a few numbers, "I'll have clothes made for you, but I do have a few off the rack items that will work for tonight." He smiles slightly, "And don't worry, I'll only make a few outfits for nicer settings."

He turns, stepping into the hall and after a while, a few racks are pushed into the room. Nasir motions to then for Lee to look around if he found anything he liked. "I have these pants-" he holds up a pair of black dress pants, "They ride a little higher on the waist, giving the illusion of longer legs, and then hugs slightly to define."

He gives Lee a look, "Dimitri likes legs." He shrugs slightly.
 
Oh! Clothes made for him? That was even better, he didn't have to go shopping and spend any money. He wouldn't mind doing that, but he was getting stuff for free! "Ah, thank you so much, sir." He said before the other disappeared. He stayed put, sitting on his bed before idly scrolling through his phone. Not too long later, Nasir returned and he got up again, so far loving all of the options. "Ooh..." He mused, looking through everything. He paused to look at the pants Nasir pulled from the rack; dress pants, probably for an expensive restaurant. Having never been to one, he felt a little unsure but pushed that feeling aside to allow himself to indulge. He deserved it. Dressy clothing wasn't his usual wear, but he would try it for tonight.

Stepping from the rack he gently took the pants and held them over his lower half, wanting to see what it would look like. He would see better if he actually put them on. Hearing that comment, he ginned. "Is that so~?" He wanted to look good for Dimitri, to drive the man wild. He wanted Dimitri unable to wait until after dinner to keep his hands off of him; to want him right then and there. "I'll use these tonight. Maybe with... this shirt?" He picked a black dress shirt off the rack, looking to Nasir for his opinion. It was a typical pairing, he couldn't go wrong with it. But the other knew better than him.
 
Nasir grins slightly, looking at the shirt, "Mmm. . ." He steps forward, circling around Lee for a moment, looking over his frame before looking at the shirt, "No. . ." He pulls an almost identical shirt, "This one has a little more fabric, so it will be easier to tuck. Since the pants are a little snug, you'll want a loser shirt for contrast." He offers the shirt to Lee, "But that is a beautiful navy color you picked.

"Go try the clothes on and will have some shoes for you "
 
Lee stilled, letting the other circle him to get a feel. Alas, the shirt he picked wasn't it, though as Nasir picked out one that looked just like it, he was quite curious. Ah~ He didn't understand fashion much. If he found something he thought went with his style then he would get it. No matter! He gave a nod in understanding over his explanation. "Gotcha," he put the shirt he picked back onto the rack and took the one the other chose. "Thank you again. I'll go try it out." He said before going into the bathroom to change, giving himself some privacy.

Not too long after he stepped back out, looking quite nice. He would look even better with the socks and shoes on. "Is this good?" He asked, turning to let the man get a proper look.
 

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