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.
 
"Less marks." Ishida said smirking at Lee. "You'll get the impact though." He said gripping Lee's cheeks. "And the edging is going to be slow abd painful." He teased as Taka returned, holding a thick paperback in one hand, and a remote with thick plastic balls on one end. Awano squirmed, knowing thatched only be prolonging the game. Taka handed the tools of his boss, almost instantly rewarding Lee by laying it over his head and punching the book. It absorbed some of the impact...but more importantly it jacketed the hard knuckles to keep it from fucking up Lee's face.
 
The other ended up answering him after all and Lee's eyes fell on him as he was forced to look at him. Getting hit without actually getting hit-- fuck, slow and painful? His mind was spinning, his eyes looking to the side as his handler returned with the items. They quickly scanned over the book, taking in the size and thickness, before moving on to the toy. He didn't get much of a look before the book obscured his vision, Lee gasping softly behind it before letting out a surprised and pained yelp. He couldn't bitch about how Ishida wanted to avoid marking him up, though Lee had to wonder just how even the smallest of marks weren't being made. It was scary, not being able to move, for his hands to fly up and protect himself. He could only take, the vulnerability and being at the other's mercy a strange turn on.

"Prolonging the torture... too bad I like the pain." Didn't mean he wouldn't be whining the entire time. "Isn't really torture, now is it?" It was. He just had to challenge him. "It's not too late to let Taka do the torturing." He wouldn't back down suggesting his handler do all of the work. He would get his time with Takahashi one way or another.
 
"That's not the torture. The wait- that's the real torture. You may lust all you like..but the only freedom you can get is from me. Or the Elephant." Ishida said simply, Lee's attempted at reason being dashed merely by the cold facts. Ishida's pleasure was only drawn from his power and Lee's torment. Even if Lee was loving every agonizing second of wanting to pump his load all over the cushions and begged to atleast feel a tip inside of him, His master's game wasn't just dangling Lee over Taka, , or resisting his own lust, but making Awano choose to abandon Lee.. or put him out of him misery.

"Now-" Ishida said as he put a hand over the book again, another jacketed punch decking Lee in the head, almost more rough than the first. Perhaps opening up more of his more base aggressions because...technically any damage that would crop up would only really redden the skin.
 
....Fuck.

"Gonna make the poor man watch? No relief?" No one said anything about no relief, but how long would things last? How long was Ishida planning on torturing him? The better question was how long Lee could take it until he would snap and beg for Awano. Unless he was no longer paralyzed and he bolted- No, Ishida would never let him do such a thing. The bastard was determined to get Awano to fuck him.

"Don't even kid. The only way you're letting me go is if Awano fucks me. Never going to happen!" He called out with another yelp, jolting ever so slightly at the next strike. He actually felt something then. "Awano doesn't want me and I don't want him, now get the fuck off!"
 
"Nonsense. I can take you when I please, how I please." He said as he lifted the book, slapping Lee on the ass with it as Taka clicked the remote to activate the vibrations inside of Lee. "In the end I'll always use you as you deserve." He said grabbing Lee's hair with his free and as he spanked him with with book again and again. "Right now I want to see if you are as good as you believe!"
 
Lee let out a whine as he was spanked so nicely on the ass, the drug enhancing the feeling and making him feel so good. Suddenly, an even better feeling struck him, a surprised and pleasured moan escaping. "Ah! F-Fuck... Traitor," he groaned as he realized by looking that Takahashi had the remote in his hand, controlling the toy that he didn't realize had already been slipped inside. When did they manage to do that? Ooh- always? Such a thing made him want to taunt, to dish out a bit of his own teasing. God damn, the tugging felt good. His paralyzed form could only move as his owner pulled. "Until the debt is paid," he pointed out, biting back moans as the toy buzzed about inside of him. "Y-You'll be so lonely without me." He moaned out beautifully as he was hit, his eyes fluttering closed and looking so pretty. Ah~ would Ishida simply ignore him or had Lee managed to make him think- to consider the many times he mentioned how much fun he was having with Lee around and enjoyed having him there?
 
It was true, and something Ishida loved hanging over him. A small whimper left him at the harsher tugging, forcing moans out of Lee. The spanking and the toy buzzing away getting him close, his breathing turning into pants. "Nn, you... You said you've never met someone like me. I-I can't be replaced." Fuuuck, he felt he was close, his mind a little too far gone to realize the other could most likely tell by his breathing and the pre forming on his tip. "I know you love having me around." He tried to turn it back around as he tried hard to fight back.
 
"You're something I take my entertainment from. I don't need someone to lust for punishment to make them suffer. But you need someone that can make everything exactly as you need it." He said as he twisted his hand, pulling at Lee's hair. Ishida listened to his pets frantic breathing, the pleasure climb higher and higher, but his body couldn't fulfill itself. Taka shifted the remote, lowering the intensity just barely, measuring his sensitivity to make it feel so good...and yet dangle his potential gratification ever so far away.
 
"Mmn, fuck- don't pretend I'm wrong." He was pulled closer to his owner as he was easily moved by just his hair. He hated how the other was right, reading him so damn easily like that. Despite how he tried to hold back from cumming, the drug made it near impossible- until the sweet buzzing lessened, surprising and forcing a soft curse from him. "Taka," he whined, his body wanting to squirm but he didn't move a muscle. "Are you having fun torturing me? Come on, shove him outta the way and just take me." He still tried, knowing it was quite useless. His only chance of getting any relief was with Awano. He avoided looking toward the man as much as he could, even Ishida in that very moment as he urged Takahashi.
 
Taka burst out a short laugh. "You are out of your wits if you believe I will do that." He said shaking his head at the idea of throwing himself on that particular landmine. Ishida jerked Lee's hair, pulling himself up to stand to the side, twisting Lee's head. "You really must be desperate!" He said smirking as Ishida glanced over him. Lee feel two massive hand touch his hips, mits that easily clamped around him as if he was a lithe woman. The hands of a giant.
 
"Can't blame me for trying," he sighed, expecting such a reaction. His hair was tugged roughly again, Lee thinking it was his owner's reaction to such a suggestion from his pet. Even as Ishida got up and moved to the side, Lee thought he was simply adjusting, completely missing him glancing over him. Upon a set of massive hands grabbing him from behind, he could feel his heart just about stop as his owner's hand was still tightly gripping his hair and his handler was off to the side, remote still in hand. Awano was missing.

"Fuck, no! Get off!" He gasped with a surprised cry, badly wanting to fight against the paralytic and escape that terrifying grip. He hated how it turned him on. No matter how much he tried to squirm and wiggle his way out, he still couldn't move! "Fuck off, Awano!"
 
"Shush, " Awano said as he raised his hand up and swung down to slap Lee. His hand was heavy, his strength was already known. Ishida hit Lee with savagery and ferocity, eager glee underneath it all to bask in suffering. Taka maximized his impacts using pressure points to make Lee's pain so sweet and sharp....but Awano naturally had a raw power that could probably casually leave a man unconscious if was to the head. The hefty hand slammed inti Lee , rocking him forward into Ishida,. "I'll fix this."
 
Lee no doubt wanted to back talk Awano as he was shushed. All he could do was let out a cry that would alert any neighbors if they had any as he was slapped, the force knocking him into Ishida. The strike left his skin red and stinging, Lee fearing a bruise was already forming. "Holy shit," he groaned, quickly learning exactly why Ishida had Awano working for him. If it wasn't for his masochism and being used to assault, he worried he would have been knocked out. He didn't want to risk the other aiming elsewhere and causing some real harm or actually knocking him unconscious. Weren't they avoiding marking him up?

Fix this? "Come on, Awano, please... You're gonna kill me. I don't want to die this way," he gently urged, worry clearly heard in his voice. He may not actually die by getting fucked, but he was worried about the damage he may cause... which could end in his death!
 
As Lee panicked further, Awano clamped a hand over his mouth,, muting him tightly. If the space wasn't so bust pbeung terrified of getting ripped in half, he perhaps would have noticed Awano wasn't slapping his elephant cock on him. But he shoved his thick fingers into his mouth, his other hand lifting to lick his fingers. Hoping this would be enough to please Ishida...atleast to keep himself from crippling Lee. His slick fingers, thicker and tougher than Lee's own, making the English slaves own digits look dainty in comparison, sudden dug inti his captives ass.
 
Lee badly wanted to raise his hands and shove or pull away from the two from trapping him in place. A hand then clamped over his mouth, Lee's eyes widening and he tried to turn his head away. Panic heightened in his small frame, smaller than his assailant, anyway. He was too busy freaking out to recall all of his panicking would cause adrenaline to rush in and flush the drug out of his system. Not completely, Lee knew nothing about the science behind it all, nor why he got so fucking turned on by the hand clamped over his mouth and the fingers shoving inside. His eyes shut tight, panic rising, his head ever so slowly turned away despite the hold Ishida had, too. Awano was much, much stronger than him, his hand going nowhere no matter how much Lee managed to move.

Whimpering softly, he jolted feeling something easily sliding inside of him. He yelled behind the hand over his mouth and around the fingers, not realizing his hand weakly came up and gripped Awano's. He had been willing his body to move the entire time so he didn't realize when it finally did. His grip on his hand was weak, desperately trying to pull it off, the other looking to shove Ishida away. His body squirmed ever so gently, tightening around the finger inside of him. He had no idea what actually was in him, too focused on escaping the situation.
 
Awano's steel grip didn't even shake as Lee pulled at him and tried to resist, his fingers pulling him backwards to keep him bent over the couch. His thick fingers dug deeper, pushing in the vibratory inside the struggling Lee. Hw assumed he was about the right spot. The giant hooked his finger around the vibrating balls, wriggling to seek out a good spot .
 
As Lee panicked and fought against Awano, he could feel the drug coursing through his body, making him weak and all too aroused. He loved the terrible treatment, being silenced, the sheer dominance and strength his owner's henchman possessed. Even whatever was wriggling about inside of him. Wait- no, his cock wouldn't move like that, something else had to be in him. As he slowly gathered his senses, the pieces started to fall into place. His grip ever so slightly tightened around the hand and wrist that held him in place as he was pulled back. His muscles flexed, squeezing around whatever was inside of him, Lee groaning as they slipped deeper inside, playing with the vibrating balls. The other could feel him shudder before tensing as he brushed against that sweet, sensitive spot that had him letting out muffled sounds of pleasure. Maybe, just maybe, Ishida would be pleased if Awano got him off. A knee lifted as Lee tried to adjust himself on the couch, the angle allowing more of Awano's fingers inside of him. The deeper he got, the better it felt, and Lee could feel himself losing the fight.
 
As the adrenaline coursed and Lee found his body able to move, albeit shakily with the pleasure., Awano looked away from everyone in the room. Ishida however was looking at Lee, seeming to be sizing up I'd he was enjoying himself. Awanos thick, string fingers felt the clutch of Lee as he hit his sensitive spot, starting to put pressure on it, fingerings him faster, his knuckles slamming against him.
 
Lee's focus was on Awano and getting his strength back, completely missing his owner's intense gaze on him. The drug's effect started to lift, slightly, allowing him to finally move but everything still felt too damn good. He couldn't hold back his pleasured moans and groans, his hips shifting here and there to grind against his hand. As the henchman targeted his prostate, he tensed, squirming under his hold as he focused on that spot, slamming fingers into it with the toy still buzzing away. His free hand found the armrest of the couch and gripped it, knuckles turning white as everything felt so intense, so, so good until he reached his peak. He cried out behind the clamped hand, his muscles squeezing tightly around the probing fingers, his seed spraying against the cushions underneath him. His orgasm hit him hard, relief quickly spreading through him. He felt weak, Awano's hold over him just about the only thing keeping him upright then.
 
As the haze of sweet relief hit, running rampant over Lee in a rolling wave, his seed splashing against the couch cushions. Awano pumping his fingers against him a few more time for good measure and then slowly pulled them out. Ishida narrowed his eyes, measuring the moment, the two men praying this Cruel Oni would be pleased. Ishida flicked his hand, pushing Awanos hand away from Lee's mouth.
 
It was as if his body was on some sort of delay. As the hand was swatted away, Lee crashed against the cushions with a gasp, his other hand came out to catch him a little too late and the one gripping the couch was too weak to hold him up. The drug made him want more, missing the sweet contact- only because it brought him such great pleasure. He just wished it was someone else giving the pleasure, not... God. Awano just fingered him. He weakly grabbed at the couch to lift himself up, nearly stumbling over in the process. "Nn... Are you happy now?" ...No. He feared this demon wasn't. He could feel himself shiver, the drug still doing its thing, just not the paralyzing bit- that was luckily wearing away. "Don't you have something else to do than torturing me~? Big mafia guy."
 
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