title: "Welcome to the House"
author:
Black leather stretched tight under his collapsed weight. The wrists were bound just tight enough to support him upright, turning his hands blush red from lack of blood flow. Even the soft leather bit into his skin, drawing a stream of blood down one toned arm as they stretched over his head. His deep black hair was damp, curling barely past his shoulders as his head was bowed into his chest. Normally bright eyes were closed loosely. With his face slack and complexion paled, and he looked unconscious.
Sprawling over his strong shoulders, along the sensitive back of his neck, and down the broad expanse of his back, a tattoo of great many colors and designs meandered their way down to nearly the curve of his ass. A beautiful green dragon filled the largest space, looking as if it would take flight at any moment from the man's back. Every streak of color touching his skin told a new story, and the shine on two particular spots told the tale of the present. A smear of blue was adored with a single star, and three stripes of each red and white streaked from it. Down the left side, overtop of other memories, a complicated black design weaved its way from shoulder to hip. Bold and striking, it was beautiful to look at if you didn't know what it meant. To the knowledgeable, it was the sign of a traitor returned. It was the mark of a slave.
Angry red slashes graced his chest in a delicate pattern. There was too much blood for the marks, and pink new scars of injuries too quickly healed crisscrossed over the muscular chest down to his stomach. A chain followed down his chest to the floor, binding him by a leather collar around his neck, preventing any possible escape.
His engorged cock was bound by a black thong, the material so tight against the hot, red skin that the curve of a ring showed through the stretched fabric. The tip of his erection leaked precome with a strained effort, bound by the tight ring that denied him release. He was on his knees, displayed for all to see, thighs spread to leave nothing to the imagination.
A handful of feet away, a circle of white chairs surrounded him. Seated in the chairs were twenty men of seemingly powerful standing and obviously great wealth. Three young women knelt before them and moved among them. Two were obviously Japanese. One had long straight black hair and dressed in only a black thong. The other had hair bleached to red, pulled up in a complicated knot on the back of her head, dressed in a red thong. The third girl was European, fair skinned with blond bouncy curls, shyly dressed in only a pale blue thong. They teased their patrons then tended to the men's erections, over and over, seemingly tireless as thick streams of white splashed their hands, in their mouths, over their breasts.... A fourth girl, another European but with flame red hair, laid naked in the corner of the room, silent and still.
One by one, the wealthy and powerful men grew bored of the bound man and the three girls so eager to appease their lust. Eventually, one by one, they pushed the girls away, zipped up their designer pants, and left the room through a hidden door set into one wall.
A few minutes after all had departed, the blond girl crawled into a corner and emptied the contents of her stomach. She heaved until she was dry, choking up the vile semen she had been swallowing. There had been nothing else in her stomach. The black-haired Japanese girl patted her on the back, comforting as the girl was sick. Not a moment later, the red-haired Japanese joined them in the corner and did the same, coughing as she retched.
As the women cowered in the corner, a different man entered the room. He was still well dressed, but the air around him seemed to crackle with power and importance. Long black hair was held back in a tight ponytail, and glasses adored his young face, giving him a very professional look. He eyed the women as he crossed the room, letting the hidden door slam shut behind him. With a flick of his wrist too fast for the eye to see, he sliced the leather holding the tattooed man upright with a dagger concealed in his hand. Free of his bondage, he slipped heavily to his knees, and opened deep brown eyes, not raising them to the new man.
"I'm glad you are a better actor than I thought. If they had found out you weren't drugged, there could have been many problems, Eien."
Eien worked the leather free from his aching wrists. He hadn't wanted to be drugged because it would have caused the new tattoos to bleed uncontrollably. His sin and his passion, Eien didn't want to lose either of them. He mumbled, "I promised I would not let you down."
The man crouched down beside Eien, one knee just barely not touching the blood and come splashed floor. Without another word, he reached into that strained black thong to expose Eien's thick erection. It throbbed painfully with pressure and desire, near purple with need, blocked by a gold ring very near the base. Eien bit his lip, drawing blood. From his pocket, the man removed a small bottle and unscrewed the cap with one hand. Holding Eien's shaft in one palm, the man spread a thick but clear substance over the hot organ causing Eien to cry out when the cold touched him. Eien's cries changed as the man rubbed the lubrication over his cock, slowly and painfully sliding the shining gold ring free of the dangerously teased and too thick shaft. After what seemed like an eternity, the ring hit the floor with a clang. Two firm strokes later and Eien splashed his own chest with streams of painful and powerful orgasm. The man caressed him until the last drops had fallen, then he raised his hand to Eien's face so the naked man could lick him clean. Eien hated the taste of the lubrication, but he was grateful to his rescuer and hid the disgust in his face by closing his eyes.
Satisfied finally, the man left Eien in the center of the room and crossed back to the women in the corner. The black-haired woman still rubbed the backs of the other girls, until the man grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face towards the floor.
"It's your turn," the man growled.
When the woman resisted, the man forced her face into the floor, just nearly slamming her head. With a grunt, he pulled her back and stared at her, face scowling to show that next time he would not stop with a warning. He released her abruptly, watching the woman stick a finger down her throat. When she vomited, her small dinner came up as well. The man grew furious.
A blow fell on the woman even though the man appeared not to move. A line or blood flew from her face as her lip split, sprawling her on the sticky floor. The man raised his hand to land a heavy blow.
"Estsuya, NO!" Eien's voice broke through the room, desperate.
The man turned his anger from the woman, shocked at first that the tattooed man would dare raise a voice to him. Slowly, Etsuya's anger calmed, and he lowered his hand. "She knows the rules, and she's broken them. It wouldn't be right not to set an example."
Eien's body was so weak from the events of the last few hours that he could not stand, could not move to encourage the man to step away from the women. "I told her to eat," Eien pleaded softly. "She was weak. Her hands were shaking. I told her to eat a little, even if it was breaking the rules." His face, although paled, was strong with emotion. "If you must punish someone, punish me, oniisan."
"I will." Etsuya's voice was flat, a very bad sign. "An example must be made, and I shall take the pound of flesh from you that you owe. Be careful, bishounen. Too many pounds, and there will be nothing left of you." He turned and left the room immediately then, long hair swishing behind him as the door slammed shut.
Immediately, tow of the women hurried over to Eien's side. The blond was crying and clung to Eien's arm. The black-haired woman was hurt and upset and laid carefully against his back. The redhead looked angry and stalked over to the other woman still laying still in the corner.
Eien closed his eyes. "Is she...?"
The red-haired Japanese woman nodded and reached to close the other woman's eyes. "Her body is already going cold."
The blond burst into a new flood of tears, truly scared and horrified. The black-haired woman, clung to Eien's chained neck and whispered loudly, "How can he do this? How can he allow this to happen? Why did you come back, Eien-san? WHY?" The last was shouted so that it echoed all around the room.
Eien couldn't bring himself to looking at any of them. He had escaped from this hell, of being enslaved by a family that cared nothing for him, and yet when they caught him again, he just could not bring himself to bite his tongue. He had no answer. None at all.