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General RP Owed Debt (Knight_of_None)

Lee ended up repeating the words until the other finally reached his orgasm, filling him up. The warmth surrounded him, forcing more pleasured cries from him. His words died down as soon as he felt that release, Lee only thinking he did the right thing, that the other was pleased with him. The moment the ribbon was finally, fully, pulled off of him, and that last sweet slam into him, Lee's own orgasm came crashing down onto him, hard. He let out a scream, his release messing his bed underneath him. It didn't matter, not when he was completely focused on pleasing Takahashi. His body shook hard from the force, his hips slightly jerking, as much as they could against his restraints.

He panted hard, completely limp underneath the other.
 
As Lee went limp, left reeling as his limbs were unbound by his trainer, letting him unfurl and lay dazed, collecting himself from the torment that was holding in all those orgasms for God knows how long it really went for in the haze of his subspace. Bur he knew one thing. If ishi hadn't enslaved him, he would have lucked out becoming some sex toy for Taka to demean into a puddle of happiness. "Next time, I will gag you." He said as he pulled the pillowcase off his head to tossed aside.
 
Lee felt way better after he was untied, allowed to stretch his rigid limbs. He lay there, still trying to catch his breath, wondering just what the hell happened. The candle had been removed, allowing him to roll onto his side, his head resting on his outstretched arm. The blindfold was removed and he looked up at the other. Gagging? He nodded, accepting whatever in his subspace. In that space, no one could consent, but it didn't matter, not to the yakuza. He was there to be trained and to blindly serve. At that moment, he didn't mind being Takahashi's. The man treated him so... so differently. He didn't mind being a sex toy, for Ishida and now his master's subordinate. ...Was Takahashi his new master? What would Ishida even think? He rubbed his wet eyes over his arm, not knowing what would happen.
 
As ge tried to think the trainer was petting the rope away, only stepping up and snapping his fingers pointedly. He didn't speak...yet. "this means Up! You little worm!' He commanded harshly as he reached out and grabbing Lee by his dreamily emptied balls, squeezing them. His grip firm but pointedly, the discomfort of being russled used to make him come to attntion.
 
Lee blinked, realizing the other wanted him up. His brain didn’t make the connection in time, the other grabbing him in that sensitive area. He let out a small whine in surprise and he sat up. He didn’t realize the other was still going, all Lee could do was look up at him curiously. “Y-Yes?”
 
Taka eyes were fieylry yet his stare dug onto into Lee's eyes. This wasn't simply a show of dominance or lust, He was activated. Training him with sharp focus. He squuezed his balls, massaging them in his palm. "Pathetic, and dazed-" he said as he leas the slave from the bed by his sensitive parts. "You've made a mess of yourself with your lowly semen, now you master must clean you. What kind of trophy are you if I must remind you to clean up?' He said squeezing him a bit ashe lead him to the bathroom, letting Lee see himself in the full body mirror. Dark red rope burn marks and welts were all over him now, the clamps hanging off his chest, getting paraded by Taka and thrust against the sick like a lump of meat. Or perhaps dirt. His current master clearly wanted him to always remember his place, he was simply given the gift of catch and sucking down his masters sticky hot stuff. A walking bucket.
 
The other seemed so serious, Lee almost wanted to back away, but he knew better than to move. He shuddered as he was squeezed and massaged, the other very much not done with him. He felt the tug informing him they were leaving the bed, Lee quick to get up and follow, his movements a bit awkward with how he was pulled away by his balls. Strange... Trophy? "Oh! W-Wait, I can clean..." He started, gasping softly catching sight of himself in the mirror. He paused, staring; god, he was such a mess! Before he was then simply shoved forward, bent over the sink. With the mirror he was able to look behind through the glass, watching his second master carefully.
 
He smirked. "unless you want to go to Ishi looking like a used-up whore?" He said as the much more level-headed yakuza put a hand on his back, snapping off dried wax and snatching the chain off him, he raised it, the metal brushing his neck. "Maybe I should collar you with this. He knows it's mine-: He teased as he pulled the chain, wrapping it around Lee's neck. While he taunted the slave, he leaned him closer to the sink, bending him closer to the mirror to look at himself.
 
He shook his head, "No, no. I mean... would that arouse him?" No, he didn't want to, but the thought of coming to Ishida like that was amusing to him. He had a feeling it would end up happening one day. The other worked at removing the hardened wax, at the same time pulling the nipple clamps off in one smooth motion, causing him to yelp. "Mn... A-Ahh..." Oh, god... With it around his neck, he actually kind of liked it. Not with the nipple clamp chain, but just having a chain - or something - around his neck, much like how he enjoyed having Ishida's belt wrapped around his neck, the other using it as a leash that first morning. Why hadn't any of them collared him yet? The thought was passing, Takahashi bringing him closer to the mirror, his eyes scanning over his used up body. His face was red and his eyes were damp. His body was clearly outlined with the rope marks, burns, and welts littering his pale skin, a very nice contrast. His eyes landed back on the chain around his neck, lingering there.
 
As he eyed the chain, Taka noted the stare, his hand flexing to tighten it choking him with the chain. "What is it, kitten? You want to ask your masters for something?" He prompted as he shifted his grip, tightening and choking up on the chain to collar him tighter. "Out with it-"
 
Lee gasped, as much as he could, as the other started choking him with the chain. He braced himself against the sink, gripping at the top of the counter. His eyes had closed, though they peeled open to fall onto the tightening chain, Lee loving the sight even more.

How could he just outright come out with it? He felt embarrassed, not wanting to speak until he urged him again. "C-Collar," he choked out, gasping against the tight hold.
 
Taka smirked as he loosened the chain briefly. "You want to show you are a kept slave?" He said as he stepped back starting to set the sink on. "Clean yourself up, and maybe I can see you rewarded for your good training session today. It's the least a slave like you can do, but I'm feeling generous. "
 
Lee gasped, panting as the chain loosened. He didn't want to answer, but the other would only urge him to, so he nodded. Good - Lee was stuck on that word for a moment. It wasn't direct praise, but it was close enough for his approval-starved mind. "Thank you..." Just the sink, really? He wouldn't complain, knowing he could have been given nothing instead. He would happily accept whatever he was given like a good little slave. Grabbing the soap, he washed his face, and whatever else was dirty. He did his best with just the sink, soon drying himself off with a clean towel.
 
As he cleaned himself in the sink, the option to bathe seemingly limited, Taka would look at him with subtle amusement. He hadn't said it one way or another ofcourse. But he reached to help him clean up, using a pampering hand to wash him. Once Lee was dry, Taka would cup his chin. "Now, you are free to rest. When I don't give you the verbal order, you are free to rest only when I do this." He moved his hand up, and traces his finger along the slaves forehead drawing a Kanji that he could not see....yet, then pushed him gently with his finger.
 
Lee hadn't expected it but appreciated the help from Takahashi. He was able to clean up much quicker, feeling a lot better now that he was clean. There was a chance he was coming out of subspace. Setting the towel aside, he looked up at Takahashi when he cupped his chin. As he spoke, the subspace lingered just a little longer, Lee still meant to serve the other. Why did he ever think otherwise? He wondered what the character drawn on his forehead meant, wanting to ask, but held back as he was done with him. He nodded, "Thank you... Master." He added the title, figuring they wouldn't be through with that, either. God, he had two now?! They were so different, Takahashi and Ishida.

Waiting until the other left, he cleaned up his spilled semen on his bed and whatever was leftover from the candle, any hardened wax. Subspace was finally leaving him and Lee was exhausted and ready for bed. As soon as he climbed in, he fell asleep.
 
While Lee slept it off the exhaustion that suddenly hit him taking over, while his masters were away. He was awakened by the feeling of something climbing on him, something wrapping around it neck in the darkness. Ishi....or maybe Taka? Was collaring him up
 
Lee, feeling sudden pressure climb over him and something on his neck, slowly woke him up. In a daze, he blinked, not having any idea what time it was. "Mm... Master~?" He turned, looking to see who it was. Wait, he was being collared~?
 
As he turned his head to look, his head was shoved back down. "Ah~ don't move-" He hissed. Ishida's voice as his true master straddled the slave from the back, keeping him helpless. The leathery collar tightened, squeezing nice and tight around his throat.
 
Lee couldn't see who it was when his head was shoved back down. However, hearing that voice, he knew exactly who it was. Before he could speak another word, the collar was tightened, and Lee gasped for air. His master sat on his nude form, leaving him unable to move or escape the tightening, squeezing hold on his throat. A hand came up, looking for the one that made the collar so tight, his fingers brushing against the leather material of the collar. How did that conversation go - he wondered. One moment Takahashi was bringing him his art supplies, the next Ishida was collaring him. Reaching up, he grasped Ishida's hand.
 
As Lee felt around, grabbing inti his hand, he throttled him with the collar. His fingers curled, grasping onto the slaves hand as he tugged the collar. "What are you doing-" he teased as his hips moved, the bare slave felling the pressure of his master, his naked body stirring him, hardening already.
 
He let out a strangled cry as he was choked. Ah, what a way to wake up! The burning in his lungs brought him that familiar pain, causing his body to react. Much like he felt his master's hardon, Lee was quickly getting there. He knew pulling back would be useless, but he still tried, leaning back against his master's pressing chest. Memories of last night began flooding his mind, Lee's body reacting to every nasty word spoken to him by Takahashi. Holy shit, did all of that really happen?!
 
As he listened for the slaves cry, the collar rattling abd jiggling, a bell on it runging as Lee struggled. Ishida felt Lee leaning back, trying to fight for breath, the yakuza letting him fight for any faint hint of oxygen. He lightened up his hold. "Got you your little cat collar Tea Boy, I heard that you begged for one after slutting yourself out for Taka-" his master hissed as he grabbed the slaves hair up. "Said you could stop looking for one-"
 
He wasn't stopped or choked harder for pulling back, Lee gathering as much air as he could into his lungs, gasping and panting. He heard the distinct sound of a bell, his mind filled with the others calling him a kitten and a cat. Oh, god... "I-I... ohh, you know...?" He was horrified, but it wasn't like he could hide the fact from the other. At the grip of his hair, his head was forced back some. "I didn't beg..." He wanted to clarify, though knew it wouldn't matter.

"He's training me... for you~" He added, curious over Ishida's and Takahashi's exchange, if Taka had twisted anything or left something out. A hand came back up to the collar, feeling it around his neck from the front. He could feel the bell, the little thing jingling as his fingers brushed over it.
 
Ishida smirked. "Oh? So I can take it back?" He said as he started to reach to pull it back off. He paused as he mentioned his training. "Heh. That's true, he said he wanted to teach you your proper place. That I should treat you like the lowly slave yiu are."
 
"No!" He gasped, surprised at himself for such a reaction. The other luckily had paused, Lee letting out a sigh of relief he didn't realize he was holding. "Heh... he's teaching you how to be my Master?" He couldn't help it, he had to point it out in amusement. Oh, gosh, he called Takahashi his master, too...! He winced at the thought, not knowing if Ishida knew that little tidbit.
 
"Teaching- no such thing. I know what I want from you. Just recommeding." He said as he put hus arm on hum, pressing on the side of his head. "I know what you are, and how you deserve to be treated-"
 
Ah, true, recommending. That was a thing. The other knew exactly what he wanted from him... He had to bite back a moan. He whined softly as the arm pressed on the side of his head, making him sink a little further into the mattress. "Mnn, how do I deserve to be treated?" He asked, making him repeat it.
 
"You're beneath me, you don't deserve more than the seed I'm so generous to spill into your holes." He said into the s l Aves ear, keeping him down, his chest bumping Lee's bruised abd battered body.
 
Fuck~ why was that such a turn on? He was repeating Takahashi’s words. That, and how he kept pressing on his wounds and bruised. If he hadn’t been hard before, he sure was now. “Master,” he whimpered. “What do I deserve?” Even the smallest bit-
 
Ishida smirked to himself, leaning closer. "Nothing but to soak up my cum-" he purred again, nipping the slaves ear. "You exist to catch it, you always did. You always will." He whispered as he sensed the slaves instant weakness. Wanting it. He shifting his hand, grabbing into Lee's wrist, the rope burn marks and cuts obvious ti his blind touch. "Eh. He did that rope shit." He said pulling on Lee as he sat up, turning on the lights to get a look at him.
 

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