General RP Owed Debt (Knight_of_None)

"Shh! Shut up, stop~..." He whined softly as Ishida told Takahashi he couldn't touch, only... other places. For a moment, he appreciated Takahashi's willingness to help when he was called on. He would have to thank him later... somehow. He groaned, his hole easily spread, waiting for one of them to dive right in. With the drug rushing through his system, it felt even better, and he was even more desperate to be taken.

"Fuck. Awano, don't, I swear... You're gonna kill me." How badly he wanted to slap Ishida away, get up and run, to hide away somewhere in the penthouse lest he get impaled! "You can't force him," he pushed, hoping Awano still held no interest in him.
 
Ishida leaned forward. "He'll suffer." Ishida almost dangled, threatened, Awano grumbling. "No." He mumbled out stubbornly as he folded his large arms. But Taka moved up to Lee, caressing his back. "No? It will be hours- He'll whine like a wounded animal." Ishida said licking hus lips.

"You'll do it-" Awano grunted out
 
Was there some deity watching over him? Either rewarding or punishing him... He couldn't tell. Or, simply enough, Awano found him undesirable- he wasn't a woman, after all. With all eyes on him, he felt oh so small, a quiet moan slipping past his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. The simple act of Takahashi essentially petting him felt too good to his drugged body. "Mnn, please..." He muttered quietly, the plea escaping, and Lee gasped as he realized he actually begged. His eyes flew open as he looked at his merciful handler. He would have reached a hand out to grasp at Taka's, to pull him close and let him touch everywhere. Instead, he could only plead with his eyes. "Taka... please~." He knew his handler was in a tough spot, not wanting to go against his boss's word. The more he touched, the more Lee wanted and how badly Lee wanted him right then.

"Master, g-get off. Let Taka ravage me. You'll get a great show, yeah? Taka getting to do whatever he wants to me while I'm completely helpless." He tried, breathlessly, to entice his owner. His voice shaky, another plea threatening to escape, he was nearly panting as he lay there so still.
 
As Lee tried his best to float the idea, Ishidas hand rubbed in his chin, giving it some thought...or pretending. "Hmm anything he wants to you hm?" He said as he leaned lower. "I bet you'd enjoy every moment you could" He said smirking at him. "But why should I grant you that good time?"
 
"Yeah, come on... a good show, huh~?" Wasn't that enticing enough? Besides the other abusing him, he had to get some enjoyment out of it. The other was planning on filming him, anyway. Wouldn't he be watching Lee get tortured? He was growing frustrated as he wasn't getting the right contact he wanted. That and he couldn't fucking move!

"Why not... Why not give your pet at least that?" Not that he deserved it in Ishida's eyes. He glanced between Ishida and Takahashi, desperately wanting the latter to just take him.
 
"Give." Ishida said with his evil smile creeping up. "You want something for nothing." Ishida said as he raised his hand, rearing it back to strike Lee . "Eh- wait! You'll mark him up!" Takahashi said frantically, leaning in half way to atleast interject. He knew better than to stop Ishida by hand. The master paused, his hand an inch from Lee's face. He hummed. "True. Get me a book Taka." He said as the slave trainer was warded away. Awano shuffled on his feet, knowing this would only drag out if He didn't get Ishida to handle Lee...or do it himself. If the game was left to Ishi, Lee would only be suffering. "And a remote vibe!"
 
Give... Ahh, what was running through that mind? Nothing good, his own racing, and upon that hand raising, his eyes widened. Before it could strike him, a voice called out, his handler saving him albeit in the fucked 'save the torture for the filming' way. He would take it, if only for sparing him a hit - even though he wouldn't have minded it for the pain. He couldn't be marked, so why did he want a book? His gaze softened some as he cautiously watched his owner, mind once more racing hearing the items he wanted.

"Planning on edging me?" He mused, the question rhetorical. "Bastard, getting to torture me after all," he muttered, intentionally egging him on if he just so happened to hear him. "Taka~" he whined, "Why does he want a book?" He was almost ignoring Ishida, only asking Takahashi as he expected his owner to avoid answering his question.
 

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