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Jonathan stared at the grey concrete ceiling in his room. There were four cracks in the right corner. Of course just minor cracks, nothing too fancy. One longer crack in the left corner, closest to the metal door. It ran down the wall and chipped off some of the grey paint from the wall. His bed didn't have a pillow or blanket. The bed-frame was made of metal, unbreakable, placed in the middle of the room so he wouldn't be able to reach anything. The restraints around his wrists and ankles were medical, soft but sturdy. There was no way for him to hurt himself or escape.

He needed to piss. And the need had only grown stronger the longer he had been laying there.

He had been chained down in his room after biting Davis, the man who owned him for the week. If he licked his teeth he could still feel a coppery tange and oddly it made his aching stomach growl. He had been punched so hard that he threw up before they chained him down there. Jonathan sighed.

They had warned him before they tossed him into the room that this was his last chance. He had spat blood at their feet. He hoped it would stain.

Just as he was about to start counting sheep in his head, the door opened. Davis stepped through the door, followed by two other people.

"Congratulations, bitch." He said, irritation clear in his voice. "I've decided to sell you."

He was a medium sized man, balding and rather wrinkly, well on his way towards sixty, still he had a mean strike when it came to punches and kicks, which seemed to be his prefered source of punishment.

"How dare you deprive me of my only source of entertainment?" Jonathan mocked. "Your ugly face."

He was smacked across the face harshly by Davis, leaving a glowing red print. The man snarled angrily.

"Listen here you little cunt." He growled. "You have pissed off a lot of dangerous people. People who want nothing but to see you dead at their feet."

"Kill me then!" Jonathan yelled in his face. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"To me, seeing you tamed is more rewarding than seeing you dead." Davis gripped Jonathan's jaw, digging his fingers into the muscles. "And trust me when I say I will get to see it."

"Never." Jonathan said and spat. Davis however was prepared and ducked away from the glob of spit.

"He's ready for transfer." Davis said and let go of Jonathan, only to slap him across the face one last time.

Jonathan bit back a wince and just glared.

The other two men stepped up to the bed. One held a bag of what Jonathan could only guess were restraints. They both wore masks so Jonathan couldn't see their faces and when they spoke softly to each other it wasn't in english. Jonathan laid patiently and waited for them to undo the first restraint.

The man on his right reached into the bag and grabbed a pair of leather cuffs. He brought them out and put the cuff around Jonathan's wrist, just below the medical restraint. He held the cuff tightly whilst the man on his right repeated the process. Then they undid the medical restraints and grabbed him by his shoulders. They sat him up and cuffed his wrists behind his back, of course not without a fight. Jonathan tried to wriggle away but the men had iron grips and he was cuffed soon enough. They repeated the motion on his ankles with excellent precision. It didn't take them long to fasten all the other restraints around his elbows, knees, thighs. A ball-gag was pushed into his mouth. Soon enough, Jonathan couldn't move a single muscle and a large wooden box got rolled into the room by a third man.

For the first time in a long while, Jonathan felt his heartbeat speed up. He tried to wiggle but it was practically impossible as two of the men picked him up. The third one chuckled evilly and grabbed the hem of the old sweatpants that Jonathan was wearing. He tugged them down past his ass, leaving it bare to the air before the boy was placed down into the box. Jonathan growled angrily.

The lid on the box was closed and nailed shut.

Jonathan had been thrown around, shaken about, lifted up and down, driven in a truck, out of a truck, pissed himself as his bladder started to hurt. The rough wood in his box didn't do his bare bottom any good as he was pushed about.

He thought he might have been placed on a plane but he wasn't sure. It sure sounded like a plane but he wondered how he would have made it through airport customs, surely he would have been stopped? But again, they were managing to hide one of the largest human trafficking services in the world…

Jonathan's journey came to an end in a warm room. His box was placed down and the lid was wrenched open. Light blinded him and Jonathan flinched back and shut his eyes tightly. He had been sitting in his own piss for way too long and the burst of fresh air made him feel like he could finally breathe again. His jaw hurt from the gag and it felt like he was back in the cage he had been stuffed in when he had been kidnapped almost half a year ago.

Plastic clad hands grabbed his arms and lifted him out of the box. Jonathan blinked his eyes open and found himself in what looked like a bright, black and white office. There was a huge desk right in front of him, sleek and made of marble with a hightech laptop placed upon it. The room was eerily silent and it smelled extremely fresh. Behind the desk sat a man. He looked Japanese with high cheekbones and his black hair slicked back. He had dark brown eyes canted by long eyelashes, one golden hoop in one ear and rings on his fingers. He was dressed in black satin dress pants, a black satin vest with silver embroidery along the middle. His dress-shirt looked like it had been made especially to fit him, dark blue and probably satin as well.

The man stood up from his tall-backed chair, pushing his jewelled hands into his pockets, temporarily hiding the silver rings from view. He was tall, but not gangly. He had lean muscles to fill his clothing with and his posture was imposing. Everything about this man screamed money and power.

If Jonathan had been a clever man, he would have been terrified. But Jonathan only scoffed and glared. He had seen these kinds of well dressed assholes before.

The man walked right up to where Jonathan was curled up in his bonds on the floor. He wrinkled his nose a little, probably at the smell from Jonathan. The boy glared harder. Somehow he had gotten used to men instantly drooling and barking like dogs as soon as they saw him. Having someone suddenly turn his nose at the mere sight of him made his blood boil.

"I hear that you're trouble." The man said and even his voice screamed sex. If Jonathan would have seen the man anywhere but here he wouldn't have hesitated to jump into bed with him. "And you haven't been too kind to your owners."

Jonathan growled behind the gag. The man might be sexy, but he was still one of them, and thus he was an asshole. The man sat back against his desk, hands placed on either side of his hips, watching Jonathan in quiet contemplation. He then nodded towards one of the guards in the room. The other man (also Japanese) stepped forward and undid Jonathan's gag, letting it rest around his neck instead. Jonathan drew a deep breath and corrected his jaw, working out the tensions.

"To be quite frank with you, I don't want you." The man then said, to Jonathan's surprise. "I have a pet, I am not looking for a second."

"T-Then why the fuck did you buy me?" Jonathan was stunned to say the least. This man had to be the dumbest bastard on the planet, or there was an ulterior motive.

"My pet wanted me to." The man sighed. "He overheard me talking about you being euthanized and he got sad. I didn't want him to be sad so I bought you for him."

"W-Who..?" Jonathan started, wracking his brain for who the other idiot could be.

"Jack." The man said simply and stood up straight again. He walked over to where Jonathan was bound and reached for a pair of thin leather gloves from his pocket. "He was sold together with you."

Jack… The blond boy! The blond boy who had teeth pulled. A rather stoic guy, but pretty cute.

"Now I have to train you." The man said with a sigh. "I am not bringing you home to meet him yet since I don't drag just any mutt into my home."

"Good luck with that." Jonathan scoffed and leaned his head back against the crate behind him.

He suddenly realised how tired he was. The drive had taken a lot out of him and he was ready to hit the hay now that he wasn't in a cramped up box anymore. Oddly enough, his new "master" didn't seem to be bothered by his attitude. Jonathan could feel his eyelids growing heavy and he blinked, shaking his head to try and keep awake. He needed to be vigilant in case the mother fucker in front of him tried something..

The man stood up from his desk and with his foot pushed forward a box from underneath the desk. He crouched down and opened it, grabbing something that looked like a thin pair of stocks, thick leather mittens, thigh cuffs and chains. Jonathan eyed the stocks and started to gently wriggle, trying out his restraints for the upteenth time. It didn't matter much. The man grabbed him by the back of his collar and just tipped him forward until his shoulders laid against the ground and his ass was up in the air.

"Wait a fucking second!" Jonathan growled as the man undid the restraints holding his thighs and ankles together. He put a knee down over Jonathan's shin before the other could even try to kick. "Oh you're one of those types who keeps us locked up cause you're too afraid to fight! Come on then you stoic bastard! Untie me and we can do it like men!"

The man didn't pay him any mind. He attached the new thigh-cuffs and put a chain between them and his ankle cuffs. Then he lifted the stock looking thing and opened it. Once it was open he put a warm hand around Jonathan's balls and pulled them back between his thighs.

"Let me go!" Jonathan yelled and wriggled all he could. It only served to tug on his balls since the other man seemed to have an iron grip on them.

The stocks were clamped down tight around his balls and locked in place, leaving them stretched back behind his thighs. The man didn't say a word, he just grabbed the mittens and threaded them onto Jonathan's bound hands. There was a small carbine hook at the top of each mitten and he attached those to Jonathan's collar. The man worked quickly and precisely, not bothered by any of Jonathan's angry movements or harsh words until the boy was tied down on elbows and knees, unable to move properly, only crawl. The man stood back up, eyes downcast. Jonathan refused to look up not wanting to entertain the other's stupid game.

"Now what." He only commented.

"Go rest, there's a dog bed for you." The man pointed to a big, fluffy dog bed next to the desk. From Jonathan's point of view it was almost hidden behind a bookcase and he would probably not be seen from the doorway.

Jonathan contemplated the command in his head. His body was tired, his bounds didn't make it any better. But there was no way he'd crawl over there, or sleep in a dog bed like an animal. On the other hand, if he got out of sight from the man, which he would in the bed, then maybe he could work on getting himself free from the awful restraints.

He sighed and fixed the other man with a glare. The man had sat himself down behind his desk and continued working. Jonathan's glare grew even stronger. So the man didn't even care where he went?

Begrudgingly, Jonathan started to crawl. Every step hurt his elbows and his balls since they were stretched by his own thighs at every step. The walk, or rather, crawl, to his basket seemed to take an eternity, but he was determined to not just drop to the floor. Finally, he reached his destination, heaving with exertion, and flopped down on his side. The dog bed was sadly the most comfortable thing he had felt underneath him in a while and it felt like it was mildly heated from underneath. Jonathan allowed himself to rest his eyes, head pillowed by the soft edge of the bed. His feet touched the other side but he couldn't stretch out anyway so it didn't bother him too much.

He didn't mean to close his eyes, but his body and mind were exhausted from all the recent changes. His muscles relaxed in the lulling heat, sleep was pulling him down, down…

Jonathan woke up to warmth for the first time in a long time. All his previous "owners" had left him in cold, empty cells with thin mattresses and blankets. This time he was warm and fuzzy, almost sweating. His eyes slipped open and it took him a minute or two to register where he was. Oh right, the new bastard. This was his office or whatever. Jonathan's eyes lazily searched the room, scanning over the sleek black and white furniture for a while until he found the asshole standing by the floor to ceiling windows. He had one hand down his pocket and his phone in the other, quietly chatting in Japanese to whoever was on the other end. He had clearly not realised that Jonathan was awake, yet.

Jonathan let out a blood curdling scream, hoping that whoever was on the other end of the line would hear and raise alarms, or maybe someone in the office building would hear him and call someone.

"I am being held against my will!" Jonathan screamed. "He has kidnapped me! Send help!"

The man whipped around and suddenly there was a black gun in the hand that had been stuffed deep inside his trouser pocket. The gun was pointed right at Jonathan whose face went white at the sight. The man seemed to reassure whoever was on the phone that nothing was out of the ordinary as he stepped forward with confidence to the dog basket Jonathan was laying in. Jonathan refrained from cowering back from the gun, even though his earlier adrenaline had vanished and was now replaced by fear. He had been threatened with death multiple times but not like this. Not with a gun pointed to his head.

The barrel of the gun touched his slightly parted lips, letting him taste the cold steel. The weapon knocked harshly against his teeth until Jonathan slowly parted his lips, only to have the barrel of the gun pushed inside. Jonathan squeezed his eyes closed, laying absolutely still with the gun pointed straight down his throat. The man's steely eyes were set on him whilst he continued the conversation which seemed to drag on forever but Jonathan didn't dare to move yet. The gun tasted of gunpowder, a clear sign that it was loaded.

The man lifted the phone from his ear and ended the call. He pressed the gun further forward and Jonathan gagged at the intrusion, scrambling for purchase as he was almost knocked down.

"Was your plan that you'd yell for help and someone would come and get you?" The man asked with a raised eyebrow. "That someone would hear you? Do I look dumb enough that I would talk to someone who'd come to your rescue whilst you were in the room?"

The gun was yanked away and Jonathan felt like he could finally breathe again. He fell forward onto all fours, drawing deep breaths into his lungs, mostly to calm the incoming panic attack.

"I am surprised that you managed to make so many escape attempts." The man sneered and anger flared in Jonathan's chest.

Then there was a knock on the door before two burly men stepped into the room. One of them was carrying a heavy bat. Jay glared angrily at them. He could take a beating if that was what was coming. The men didn't approach his basket, just stayed by the door and eyed the room warily, probably looking to see if there was any trouble.

"I am not your permanent owner, you will call me Master out of respect and nothing else." The man said planinly.

"I don't respect you." Jonathan spat, voice a little shaky from his earlier scare.

"Good." The man said and reached into the bottom drawer of his desk. He pulled out a chain leash before calling one of his men over. They shared a short conversation before one of the burly men came over and clicked the leash into Jonathan's collar, tugging him forward.

Jonathan steadied himself in the basket. He had been apprehensive of getting into it but now he refused to leave it, growling angrily at the man who was tugging him along like a dog.

The brute just growled and gave the leash a harsh tug. Jonathan was practically dragged out of the poor excuse of a bed and landed face first on the ground with no way to stabilize himself. His eyes watered immediately at the pain in his nose and he was surprised when he didn't start gushing blood. The man pulled on his leash again and Jonathan finally got the memo, clambering up on all fours and slowly trudging after the man. He was dragged out of the room and down a sleek corridor but Jonathan could barely focus on his surroundings. Walking, or rather, crawling on his elbows and knees was painful and difficult, leaving all his focus on not tripping and eating rug again.

Finally the man pulled him to a stop and Jonathan realised that they had walked to a bathroom. He was taken over to the shower. Why did they have a shower in an office? And why was there a light blood stain on the tile by the drain?

Jonathan looked up at the man in confusion. Why had he been dragged all the way over here? He looked towards the toilet. He did need a piss, having needed one for a while but he wasn't sure the man spoke english.

"Go!" The man said and waved his hand in exasperation, clearly looking for the right words. "Piss!"

Jonathan glared at the man, hoping it would kill him. Sadly, his brilliant tactic was useless against the cold bastard and Jonathan, to save his poor bladder from exploding, pissed down the drain. He sighed quietly at the undignified action but it wasn't the worst.

Jonathan was taken back into the office and into the pet bed. His leash was tied to a hook on the wall behind him and he stared up at it. Tied into a dog's pose like this there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell for him to get the leash down from the hook.

A bowl of what looked like dog kibble was shoved in front of his nose along with water. Then to add insult to injury, Master or whatever his stupid title was stepped up in front of him. Jonathan had to crane his neck to get a look at that horrid face and wished the man was within spitting distance.

"I am heading home for the evening." Asshole said. "There's people in the building who want to hurt you, so I'd do my best to keep quiet, understand?"

That was a lie. There would be other people in the building who could help him, Jonathan thought. The man was just tricking him into silence so he wouldn't be found. Jonathan stayed quiet, laying his cheek down on the soft fleece underneath him. Out of all the "beds" he had been given so far, this was definitely the coziest and warmest and after all the ice cold basement rooms, the office space was almost luxury.

The man stood up and headed out without another word. Weird prick. Most of the men would have stayed around to taunt him or tried to make him suck them off. He had bit plenty of cocks but also been throatfucked many times with gags holding his mouth open and straps holding his head still. But even then he had tried to barrel through it, keeping his mind steady. He would get out of here and he would not give in.

Jonathan laid still in his bed, staring out into the room as the lights were shut off. There were big windows taking up a whole wall but he wasn't sure anyone could actually look inside the office. Kind of like with those mirrors they had at police stations. He waited until the sun started setting over the skyscrapers until he crawled back up on all fours. There was no way he would be able to get his leash down from the hook on the wall so he just gathered his breath and started screaming.

"Help me! I have been kidnapped! Come help me, I am being held against my will!"

Since everyone he had seen so far had been talking Japanese and he had been transported by plane there was a chance of no one in the office speaking english. But his screaming should be enough to alert the inhabitants anyway.

And sure as hell, it worked. Five men barged into the room, dressed in simple slacks and button ups, most of their heads were shaved and one of them held a gun in his hand. Maybe they were undercover cops? This could be his chance!

"You have to help me!" Jonathan started. "There's a huge human trafficking ring and they kidnapped me! I have been missing for over six months. You have to get me out of here, please!"

The men looked at him like he had grown an extra head before one burst out into laughter.

"Little boy." He said and Jonathan's blood ran cold at the tone. "Didn't your Master say no yelling?"

His accent was a little thick but it was understandable. He said something in Japanese and the other men laughed eerily. Then they started to approach. Jonathan felt panic rise in his chest and he started to tug on his leash, trying desperately to escape. They laughed again and one of the men lunged for him, gripping his hair and shoulder before flipping him over on his back.

That's when Jonathan noticed something terrible about the bondage he was in. He was stuck on his back. It was practically impossible for him to turn back around and he was all spread out for them. His legs had to be curled back if he didn't want to tug on his already aching balls. The men made little wolf whistles and one of them bent down to lick over Jonathan's chest, practically purring in pleasure. Jonathan stifled a gasp as the slimy tongue danced across his skin, leaving wet trails everywhere he went. Another man had found a ring gag and held it down towards Jonathan's mouth. Jonathan of course clamped his lips shut, refusing to be gagged, again, especially gagged with his mouth held open.

The men had predicted the move and one of them reached down between Jonathan's legs and harshly squeezed his trapped balls, causing Jonathan to let out a curt yell. The ring was promptly pushed down between his teeth and tied around his head. The man who had put the ring gag on him leaned down and puckered his lips.

Jonathan growled and tried to press back but there was nowhere to go as the disgusting man pressed his lips down against Jonathan's open ones and gave him a sloppy kiss. Jonathan instantly gagged, body cringing as he got his first taste of cigarettes and lack of dental hygiene. The man didn't care much, he plunged his tongue into Jonathan's mouth and started to sloppily snog him, drooling like a dog as he did so. Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut, feeling hands stroking his thigh, another tongue tickling his stomach and a man moving in to settle between his wide open legs.

Never in his life had he felt so powerless. Sure he had been strapped down and fucked up the ass before. He had been strapped down and whipped until he bled and fainted but never like this. There were so many men moaning and groaning over his body, licking him, kissing him, sucking bruises against his skin. They all smelled of sweat and cigarettes and he could feel a clothed bulge press down between his legs.

The men spoke to each other in Japanese frequently. Jonathan couldn't understand a word of it and it frustrated him even more than the tongue in his mouth. The previous man had pulled away and been replaced by another one. This one had apparently had the decency to chew down a gum before he went for the tonguing since there was a slight wall of mint concealing the taste of cigarettes.

The man rubbing his crotch between his legs pulled away. Jonathan could barely hear the sound of the zipper as it got pulled down. He is too focused on trying to keep his tongue away from the disgusting man, but he surely feels it when something slick and blunt presses against his entrance. There's too many bodies in the way for Jonathan to see what was happening but he could surely feel it as the man grabbed his thighs and pushed.

Jonathan clenched down and at first it seemed like the man wouldn't be able to get inside. He was pushing and slipping, pushing and slipping over Jonathan's pucker, trying desperately to get inside. And if Jonathan wasn't shaking out of fear and disgust, he'd be laughing at the older man's poor attempt to get his cock wet.

But the imaginary laughter soon died as a slicked finger was pushed into his ass. Jonathan's body arched at the burning intrusion. He felt the man's nail having scratched his rim and left a stingy pain behind. A mumbled protest was drowned into the kisser's mouth and then his rim was tugged down. Jonathan's heart raced, the cock was back at his entrance and then it shoved right in. White hot pain shot up his rectum and spine, paralysing him as the man inside him groaned and started moving, uncaring of Jonathan's comfort.

Jonathan let out a muffled scream, back arching and hips wiggling to try and dislodge the man currently tearing his insides apart. The men didn't mind, one just chuckled and pinched Jonathan's nipple.

The man kissing him finally pulled away and Jonathan could finally breathe properly again. But it didn't last for long before a man lowered his cock to Jonathan's face. Jonathan was unsure of how they were all maneuvering around his body but the thought quickly left his head as the offending cock crammed itself down against the ring gag. Had it not been in the way, he would have bitten the motherfucker. Thankfully the gag was a little too tight for the man to cram his foul, unwashed appendage down the entire way, but the head fitted through. The stench and the taste infiltrated Jonathan's senses and made him gag. The man wrapped his fingers around the cock and started wanking himself into Jonathan's mouth.

The boy started bucking again. The man inside his ass pushed in deep, Jonathan wailed, and then the man came, filling Jonathan with warm putrid seed. Another man quickly took his place, pushing himself into Jonathan's sore behind. Jonathan let out a muffled moan from the pain of being stretched, almost dry, but the man didn't seem to care at all. He just found a quick pace, groaning huskily.

The man above him released into Jonathan's mouth with a groan. Hot ropes of cum landed on the boy's poor tongue and he gagged, tossing and turning as the man above filled him with cum. And since Jonathan was laying down, there was nowhere for it to go but down. He was forced to swallow unless he wanted to choke and he could feel hot tears brimming his eyes as he coughed. The taste of cum lingered in his mouth as a second man positioned his hips above the ring gag and started to sink in.

By the end of it all, Jonathan had been filled with six loads. Two in his mouth and four in his ass. He had been so out of it that he had barely realised that one of the men had used him twice.

Jonathan's head was empty. Many times he had wished he could escape, be free of this god forsaken slavery business, owners, masters and constant humiliation but never before had he wished himself dead. The room was dark and empty now, it smelled of sex but he couldn't tell. He still had the smell of sweaty balls on his nose.

Sunrays woke him up, barely an hour later. Jonathan didn't even know he had slept. He didn't know what time it was. Every fiber of his being was pain and despair. He could still taste semen on his tongue and the insides of his asscheeks felt crusted.

No one entered the office for many many hours. He was all alone with his thoughts but he didn't scream for help again.

When the sun stood in the middle of the sky, the door to the office opened. The man, his owner, stepped inside, dressed in a dangerously red suede suit. Jonathan felt like filth, covered in cum and the smell of sex. He was surprised that he hadn't pissed himself but then again, he hadn't been given anything to drink or eat yet. Speaking of, he was absolutely parched.

The man took one look at him and sighed. Jonathan's eyes wavered up to the ceiling again. The sight of the man made him sick to his stomach.

"Long night?" The man asked as he strolled casually to his desk and sat down behind it.

Jonathan wanted to scoff. But he did nothing, he just stared.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." The man continued as he pulled out some papers from his desk-drawers. "My men have been talking very highly about you. Apparently you are an extremely good lay."

Jonathan's airy stare turned harsh and he glared at the ceiling, as if it had raped him. He hated the man, he hated the men who raped him and he hated the bastards who had kidnapped him in the first place.

"The institution gave me some paperwork for you." The man then said. "Including a couple of police reports and a social worker's closed case. She states here that you had called the CPS when you were twelve to report your mother's narcissistic and abusive behaviour. But the case was laid down. And here is a missing people's report from the day you turned fifteen. And then you went to a juvenile facility for theft at seventeen. And then you faced drug charges at nineteen and did two years in jail."

Jonathan listened with disdain, closing his eyes so the other man wouldn't see the tears brimming his eyes. He was just so goddamn tired. All his life had been spent running. Running from his mother, from teachers, from cops. His life hadn't been a walk amongst roses. It had been a walk on thorns, danger canting every corner and now, he had been kidnapped and no one had found him for over half a year.

And who the hell would go looking for him? Jonathan knew no one, except for a few hookups. He had been homeless when he was released from jail, about to try and steal some drugs and sell them when he himself got stolen.

"Considering your track record." The man spoke up again. "Both me and you know that no one is looking."

The man picked his phone up and typed something into it before standing up and walking up to Jonathan's bed. Jonathan glowered quietly, trying to ignore how disgusting he felt laying in dried cum and sweat.

"Disgusting." The man huffed and hid his hands in his pockets.

Jonathan closed his eyes and looked away, pretending that the man wasn't there. He felt beaten, but he couldn't let it show. He had told himself many times that someone would eventually find him. But all the reasons why no one would ever look for him had been laid out, clear as day at his feet.

The door opening interrupted his thoughts and he craned his neck to look towards it. One of the men from last night stepped in with two bowls. Jonathan started to instantly shiver, feeling bile rise in his throat. The man with the bowls placed them down and bowed before leaving, but not without casting a wink at Jonathan.

The man, his master, stood up and grabbed a leash from a desk drawer. Who had a casual leash in a desk drawer? He walked up to Jonathan and clicked the leash to his collar. Then he grabbed the harness around Jonathan's chest and easily turned him over on all fours.

He tugged Jonathan forward, giving the boy no choice but to follow. He was guided up to the bowl to see water in one and finely chopped vegetables and rice in the other. Food!

The man un-tied the gag and barely had time to remove his hands before Jonathan had shoved his face down into the water bowl. He was beyond caring about being on all fours and eating like a dog. He slurped up all his water before turning to the bowl and eating without complaint. He pretended he couldn't hear the man's amused chuckle behind him.

He might have lost this fight, but he sure as hell hadn't lost all hope yet.

Jonathan didn't think he could sink lower. He was eating from pet bowls, pissing into a drain in the bathroom, crawling on all fours and left in a pet bed to sleep. After two days of this treatment, a box of dog toys had appeared next to his bed. Jonathan refused to even acknowledge that the brightly painted squeaky toys were for him. Boredom was really nothing new. He had spent hours in cells, going absolutely mad, being left in a room with things to look at and even sounds was a blessing. He never screamed for help again after the first night, choosing to blissfully lay his head on the edge of his bed and sleep.

Oddly enough, the man didn't interact with him much. The few hours he spent in the office consisted of him talking on the phone or writing papers at his desk.

The man didn't return on the third day. The break of schedule made Jonathan antsy. When he realised that the man wouldn't be coming in, he spent a few hours exploring the room, opening the bottom drawers of the desk with his mouth. He didn't find anything exciting, just more papers he couldn't read. Then he went and laid down by the window, moving long distances made him tired and just crossing the room was enough to make him want to lay flat and pant for a few hours.

When the door opened and the man stepped through on the fourth day, Jonathan was finally interested again. He eyed his every step warily in case he noticed anything different, but he didn't.

"Where were you yesterday?" Jonathan then asked when the man didn't address him at all, not even a polite nod or eye in his direction.

"Is that any of your business?" The man asked calmly whilst tapping into his laptop.

"You kidnapped me and now you're just ignoring me." Jonathan bristled. "What is the damn point to all this? If you're not interested in me, just let me go!"

The man stayed silent and just continued typing. Jonathan growled and laid his chin down on the side of the bed, pouting at being ignored.

"My elbows hurt." He then muttered, breaking the silence once again and at the same time, sounding as a perpetulent child.

The man, Jonathan dearly wished he knew his name so he could stop calling him 'the man', patted the side of his thigh. Jonathan grumbled sourly over being called like a dog and he wanted to refuse the command but the boredom of this room was killing him, so he begrudgingly crawled over.

Jonathan was helped into a kneeling position since he had trouble situating himself on his own. The man opened a desk drawer over Jonathan's head and pulled out a small container along with leather pads.

The man calmly undid the restraints around Jonathan's right arm, then carefully stretched it out. Jonathan gritted his teeth. It hurt to have his muscles stretch out and the blood flow back into his limbs and into nerves that had been almost cut off for days. But after a few minutes of the man gently massaging his arm it started to feel better. He applied some cream and then put the leather pad on Jonathan's elbow.

Jonathan just watched quietly. The smooth, milky cream was nice and cooling on his skin, alleviating most of the pain almost immediately. Jonathan let out a soft sigh at the feeling, relaxing slightly into the bigger hands. But then the man folded Jonathan's arm back and started tying it back into position.

Jonathan instantly lost his calm feeling and tried to wriggle free, letting out a small whine.

"No, no, don't do that!" He tried desperately. Walking on his elbows hurt more than you could imagine, especially doing it everyday which meant he spent as much time as possible just laying in his basket. And laying in his basket had become incredibly tiring.

"What do you suggest I do instead?" The man asked, pausing his ministrations and just holding Jonathan's arm.

Jonathan paused. He had never gotten that far. Usually he had been slapped for arguing and the other person in question had just proceeded as before. But this man stopped and now he was staring at Jonathan, waiting for an answer. Jonathan was for once at a loss for words.

"I don't trust you enough to leave you untied in my office." The man then said. "But I could put a chain between your wrists and your cock, instead of the humbler, the sticks keeping your balls in place."

Getting rid of the humbler sounded like a dream. And not having to walk on his elbows sounded even better. Without thinking, he quickly nodded at the offer. The man smiled and gave his head a pat before untying the other arm. He repeated his earlier treatment with cream and a light massage before letting Jonathan get both his hands on the ground.

The man reached into one of the drawers on the desk and fetched a chain. The humbler was removed and Jonathan breathed out a sigh of relief. Feeling his balls swing between his legs again was a feeling he never thought he'd miss. But they weren't left alone for long. Soon a ring was fastened around the base of his cock and balls and the ring was in turn tied with a chain which led up to his wrist cuffs and was fastened to them.

"Now what do we say?" The man then asked.

Jonathan looked down at his freed hands and then back up at the man. The position made his back arch slightly and his ass was pushed out nicely. The position was still humiliating and being forced to look up at his captor always made his blood boil.

"What do you mean?" Jonathan then asked.

"What are you supposed to say when someone does something nice to you?" The man asked calmly.

He was leaning over in his chair, resting his elbows against his knees and keeping his hands clasped under his chin, calmly staring down at Jonathan.

Jonathan bristled and he sent the man a well earned glare. He was not about to thank his damn captor. The other man was crazy, a crazy idiot.

"Alright." The man said and sat back in his chair. "I'll spank your balls for three nights then."

He went back to work and Jonathan stood flabbergasted on all fours. Spank his balls? He felt his stomach churn at the words and he instantly pressed his legs together by mere instinct. Jonathan was expecting a fight, a fight he could bravely win with his wit. But now he had just been cut off and now he didn't know what to do.

"Wait you-" Jonathan paused himself. That couldn't be so bad, right? He had been spanked before, even caned. Sure it hurt, but it never broke him. And if he was made to apologise he took it with pride and glares.

Jonathan didn't beg for mercy.

The evening came way too quickly. Jonathan had been given dinner and the man looked like he was packing up his work for the day. Even with his new found freedom, Jonathan had mostly hid in his basket, watching the man's every move. The man was too calm, unpredictable. And he had an aura of something that made Jonathan almost respectfully scared.

Maybe the man had forgotten the dumb punishment. He didn't seem to mention it at all, but then he grabbed the leash by the door, Jonathan's leash, and walked over to the basket. Jonathan couldn't remember ever being dragged around by the man who was supposed to be his Master. The lack of repetition made Jonathan antsy but for some reason he didn't protest the man's advantages. He didn't shy away as the leash was clicked in place and once he was tugged up to all fours, he easily followed, staying quiet and calculating.

The man walked Jonathan out of his office and down the corridor Jonathan usually took when he was taken to the bathroom. But this time they didn't go into the bathroom, they took a right and walked into a smoky break room. It was finely decorated like any luxury office should with every amenity an employee could need. The men sat around on couches, a few of them chatting or drinking tea.

You would almost think that the man had made a mistake, taking Jonathan there and that the men would instantly report them and get the man thrown in jail. But Jonathan knew better and covered behind his Master's legs. His rapists were sitting in the room too, he hadn't seen them since he was brutally raped that one night. He immediately felt sick and hoped none of them would touch him, he wasn't sure he could take it.

One of the men cheekily waved and winked at him.

Jonathan suddenly regretted his actions and reached up for his leash with his hands but then remembered that they were in mittens. He couldn't use his fingers at all and his chest tightened. He tried to stand up on his knees but his legs were tied. As he struggled he barely realised that his vision was getting smaller. Greys started to appear instead of colour and the world started to slip away in front of his eyes.

Even if he knew it was useless he started to helplessly bite at his mittens and struggle with his legs. Panic had completely taken his brain. He was stuck. Incredibly stuck and people were out to hurt him. Even if he snapped back and used his voice to scream profanities they would probably not understand.

A calming voice started whispering in his ear. Jonathan registered hands around his wrists, holding them away from his face. The hands were large and warm, grounding him in his struggles. A pair of dark eyes appeared in his vision. The man, his Master had crouched down in front of him and was talking calmly to him.

"- Safe." Was the first word that registered in Jonathan's mind. "You're safe. I am the only one who is going to touch you. They won't get to lay their hands on you. There we go, deep breaths, boy."

Jonathan followed the man's advice. Focusing on his face as he took deep breaths to calm himself. A strong hand gave his cheek a friendly pat and Jonathan found himself leaning into the man's palm.

"Can you hear me?" The man asked and Jonathan found himself nodding.

"Yeah, loud and clear." He muttered, finally finding his voice again.

The man again surprised him by giving a small smirk and stood back up. Jonathan realised that he must have had some sort of panic attack. The man had probably helped him through it and whilst he had been out of it the men on the couches had cleared the marble coffee table and added cuffs to the four legs of it. The sight made Jonathan gulp and almost panic again but he shook his head to clear his mind.

They had already seen him have a panic attack. He wouldn't amuse them by fighting his predicament. The man led him over to the marble table and Jonathan was tied down with minimal struggles. His shins had to be let down from their bindings to ensure that his thighs could be tied to the table instead, rendering him immobile.

The man spoke in Japanese, causing the men to all laugh around him. Jonathan gritted his teeth, glaring down at the ground beneath his hands. He was trying his hardest to not break, not let them see how much his stomach was churning from nervousness.

Jonathan's balls were suddenly grabbed. He gasped and bit down on his lip. The man had smooth leather gloves on his hands and was fondling the ball sack between his fingers, rolling it back and forth. The sensation made Jonathan shudder.

"Perv." He muttered under his breath, part of him hoping that the man heard him, and part of him hoping that he didn't.

The other man chuckled and let go, standing back. Jonathan didn't want to show how nervous he was so he kept his eyes firmly on the ground whilst the men shuffled around and spoke behind him. Too soon he felt the end of a riding crop gently stroke down his balls. Jonathan's legs started to shiver in fear filled anticipation.

"We'll start with fifteen." The man said and raised the crop.

Jonathan sucked in a breath but nothing could have prepared him for the stomach churning pain as the crop hit his balls. He let out a guttural groan, eyes widening in realisation. This was going to happen fourteen more times. Jonathan started to struggle, suddenly aware of what a perfect exposed target his hanging ball sack had become.

The second strike hit him and Jonathan could barely scream. It was like all the air was getting pushed out of his lungs with every strike.

The third and fourth strike hit him in rapid succession. And on the fifth strike Jonathan screamed. He trashed against his bindings but he was still hit a seventh time.

"No more!" He cried out, tears bubbling at the corners of his eyes. "Jesus christ! You win! You win, I'll do whatever just don't hit me again!"

His pleads fell on deaf ears. The crop came down across his balls again. Ninth and tenth made his balls swing painfully. Then there was a blissful pause. Jonathan was able to catch his breath, only to realise tears were on his cheeks.

"Fu-uhk." He breathed and sniffed. "Fu-Fuck you, man. P-Please, I ca-can't take anymore."

"Still, you have five more to go. And you have to take another round of fifteen tomorrow. And a third round of fifteen the day after that." The man explained, taking his time to roll out his wrists and let Jonathan catch his breath. "This could have been avoided, could it not? Thank you is a very simple thing to say."

"I can't do this two more times." Jonathan shook with disbelief. "I can't! Please, I- I'll suck your dick or whatever!"

"I'll keep that offer in mind." The man teased. "How about you try to apologise instead?"

"Eat shit." Jonathan managed to grit out between tightly pressed teeth.

"Five more."

Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut as the eleventh hit came but he couldn't keep his scream down. He was starting to feel sick from the pain. New tears were flowing down his cheeks, running in the tracks of those which had already dried.

On the thirteenth hit, Jonathan started shaking his head and struggling again, tugging on his bonds and letting out a few gasping sobs.

"I'm so-sorry!" Jonathan tried. "Sorry, please! No more! No more!"

"Two more." The man calmly replied. "And then we're all done."

Jonathan screamed, not from pain only but from frustration. The last two hits came and Jonathan screamed at each one, limbs shaking, wrists and knees raw from all the struggling he had done. He was dumbly mumbling out a string of 'sorry' over and over again.

He flinched when warm, leather clad hands touched his body. He cried out when he was lifted out of the position and he went rigid when he was cradled in the man's arms. He was barely aware as he was carried out of the room and back to the office. His balls were aching so much it had become a stomach ache and he felt sick. Not only sick but humiliated. Being humiliated wasn't exactly a new feeling but he wasn't sure that he had ever felt it to this extent. He was mortified.

The man gently placed him down in his basket, draping a blanket over his body and then making sure all his bondage was secure.

Then he left. Jonathan cried himself to sleep.

"Don't do that again." Daichi had barely opened the door to his office before Jonathan had ordered him. His pet was sitting in his basket, legs spread far apart to not put pressure on his probably aching lower half.

"Do what?" Daichi asked as he walked up to his desk and wrung himself out of his jacket before neatly hanging it over his chair. He was left in a simple black vest, dark green dress-shirt and slacks. Of course, the outfit was worth more than he had bought Jonathan for but to Daichi, this was casual wear.

Jonathan pursed his lips. He clearly wasn't used to being talked to anymore. His only conversations would have been commands answered by quick wit and insults.

Daichi sat down in his chair and spun it towards Jonathan, making the boy squirm in his basket. Daichi eyed the boy's balls, seeing them inflamed and reddened just like yesterday. And if Jonathan proved to be a nuisance again, he'd get his second round in just a few hours.

"B-Beat me." Jonathan managed to sputter out. Daichi raised his eyebrow. "It fucking hurt, man!"

"Did you expect it to not hurt?" Daichi asked, hiding his amusement. "Regretfully for you, you still have two rounds left. Tonight and tomorrow."

Jonathan shifted in his basket, looking much like Daichi's own defenseless pet at home. Daichi disliked spending this much time away from his pet. He could clearly tell that Jack was getting restless at home. Maybe getting him a more distracting toy to entertain him during the day would suffice.

"Is- Is there something I can do?" Jonathan tried. He was clearly uncomfortable with asking the question. This was a man who had put himself up for a game with no possibility to win. He'd try everything between heaven and hell before admitting defeat.

"Of course." Daichi replied and patted his thigh. The same signal he'd use to call Jack over. "Here, boy."

Daichi could see the cogs turning in Jonathan's mind. He was clearly extremely displeased with being ordered around but apparently the aching weight between his legs was enough of a reminder to make him obey. He sourly crawled up between Daichi's thighs and sat down, staring at the man's knee. Refusing to bow his head in submission or look the man in the eye.

"Good." Daichi praised and leaned back. "I'll bring you home soon. But first I want you to do something for me, and I'll take you up on the offer you proposed yesterday. Get under here."

Daichi motioned to his desk. Jonathan immediately stalled. His eyes glistened with challenge, a look Daichi absolutely loved. The boy lifted his gaze, meeting Daichi's eyes and there they stayed for a heated few minutes.

Daichi was the first to break eye contact. He simply sighed, rolled his chair towards his desk and opened his laptop to start working. It didn't even take a minute before Jonathan was shuffling on the floor.

"If- If I get under your desk. Will you not beat me?" He asked timidly.

"Getting under the desk was only part of the command." Daichi replied without looking away from his computer screen. He typed in the password as he spoke. "It will heighten your chances of me being lenient."

Jonathan debated his options. Sitting under the man's desk, or getting his balls whipped, again. He crawled under the desk with a lump of constraining anger in his stomach. His face flushed red from the embarrassment and he tried to get as far away from the man as he could. But the man's long legs caged him in on either side and Jonathan huffed, squirming in place.

He felt trapped. A hard wall was behind his back, two thick thighs on either side of his body, and right in front of his face was a bulging crotch. Jonathan blushed and looked away, staring at the perfect craftsmanship along the seam of the man's trouser leg. Then he glanced back, letting his eyes wander over the bulge he had never paid attention to before. The man must be big, big and heavy, just like his previous Masters. Jonathan worried his lip with his teeth. He had never had these thoughts about his previous owners. All he could think about when he saw their swollen cocks was how much he'd like to bite them off. Now he could only see the man's bulge and he wondered how big it actually was, and how it tasted.

Jonathan blinked. Those were not thoughts that just passed through his head! There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that he had just imagined what this asshole's cock looks like!

He squirmed in his spot underneath the desk, stifling a nervous whine. His heart was beating against his ribcage, the walls felt like they were starting to creep in. Jonathan shifted towards his Master, sitting between his legs to escape the three confining walls.

A gentle hand pressed against the back of his head, gently guiding him down to lay his cheek on Master's thigh. Jonathan took a deep breath. Master's leg was warm and from his position he could glance out and see the open office right in front of him. He relaxed and unconsciously snuggled in further. Kind human contact was something Jonathan hadn't felt for over six months. The simplest of gestures made him yearn for more.

At least two hours passed by, Jonathan barely noticed. He was content in Master's lap. Quietly peeking at the clouds outside the window as they floated past. The gentle sound of a tapping keyboard was enough to lull him into a slight trance. He barely noticed the way his knees started aching from the position.

Jonathan was only brought back to the present when the man moved, shifting in his chair and rolling back a little. A soft hand set at the back of his head and started playing with Jonathan's hair. The soft, almost loving action, snapped Jonathan out of his peaceful trance. He scrambled away from the hand and accidentally knocked his head on the desk. He winced in pain and tried to lift his hands to grab at the pounding pain, but the motion of lifting his hands caused the chains he was tied with to tug painfully at his cock and balls.

"Oh, dear." The man commented and tolled his chair back a bit. "You were so comfortable, I didn't think I would disturb you."

Jonathan didn't have a defence against his cuddling. He was too busy shamelessly cursing the man in his head to think about any biting rhetorics.

"Well, I'm heading home." The man said and stood up. "Jack gets anxious if I'm not home in time, poor thing."

A small fond smile played on the man's lips. If you blinked you could have missed it. He grabbed all his things and packed them into his pristine leather bag. Jonathan wouldn't be surprised if the man came in a three piece leather suit one day.

"I might be out for a few days, but I'm sure you'll be obedient whilst my men watch you." The man continued. "I have given them free access to your body, as long as you aren't permanently damaged."

"W-Wait." Jonathan pitfully crawled out from under the desk, padding after the man his mind was starting to see as Master. "Ho-How many days?"

"Just a few." The man said, stopping by the door to the room and turning to face Jonathan. "Everyone needs a few days off now and then, don't you think? Well, everyone who is valued as an actual person."

Jonathan swallowed the remark bubbling on his tone and stifled a glare. He lowered his gaze to the floor, letting loose the glare at the floorboards. He would like nothing more than to punch away the serenity look on the man's face.

"C-Can I come?" Jonathan carefully asked, trying to not grit his teeth as he asked. "Please?"

The added please came after a daunting pause. It had to be pushed out of him like poison, leaving his stomach to cramp in anger. He couldn't believe he was asking the man to take him home. But he couldn't stay another hour here, staring at the black and white office in silence, biding his time and unable to get free from his bindings. And the added threat of being vulnerable to a bunch of rapists made even the devil's home seem more pleasant.

"Come with me?" The man asked. He had tucked his hands down his pockets and was leaning back against the closed door behind him. His fringe was laying a beautiful shadow over his already dark eyes. Jonathan barely dared to look at him. The man's stance oozed confidence laced with superiority. "I have told you before. I don't bring untrained mutts home. You'd be a bad influence on my pet."

"I'll… I'll behave." Jonathan mustered himself to say. "I can't stay here…"

"Very well." Daichi replied and straightened up. "I'll have my men collect you and bring you to my home first thing tomorrow morning. Have a nice evening."

Daichi left the room without caring if Jonathan replied or not. He strutted through his office, nodding briefly at the actual employees further down from his office. It hadn't been too difficult to transport Jonathan into his personal office. His employees knew to not ask questions.

A large, black suv was waiting outside the building after a god awfully long elevator ride. The sun was already setting, Daichi would be home late again.

The car sped off down towards Ebisu. But before they could reach the district, Daichi called for the car to stop. He had spotted a nice store along the way. The cab driver managed to slow down and find a quick parking spot. Usually you wouldn't be allowed to park at the side of the road like that, but it wasn't like Daichi couldn't afford the fine.

The tall, lean man stepped out of the car and onto the warm streets of Tokyo. The shop in front of him sold expensive American candy. Daichi didn't have another trip to America trip planned for quite a while but he enjoyed bringing home sweets and trinkets for his pet whenever he had to go overseas. This time he just wanted to get him something since he had been spending so much time out of the house.

Daichi strutted into the store. It was very 'america-themed'. Codeword for tacky. The American flag was painted onto every wall and there was an old American motorcycle in the storefront window. The floor was checkered and the counters looked like a diner. The cashier had a lot of grease and hairspray in his hair and was even wearing a leather vest to complete the look. Daichi just sighed and looked amongst the shelves. He put together a small goodie bag with Nerds, Jolly ranchers, Reese's cups and some air heads. Once he was done he paid and then quickly exited the store whilst trying to ignore the strange looks he was getting.

The rest of the car ride home was uneventful and he made it to the top of his penthouse unscathed. Daichi strutted to his hallway, loosening his tie and getting out of his dress jacket. He made a detour to his bed and tossed the discarded clothes there before he made his way towards Jack's room. The bag of candy was quickly placed into the living room as he passed it. Then he could finally open the door and step into Jack's room. The boy was already waiting in his cage. His sense of time was always on point. He knew exactly when Daichi was late without the ability to look at a clock.

Jack immediately let out a whine, gripping the bars of his cage and looking pitiful. Daichi couldn't help the small smile on his lips as he crouched down and unlocked the cage door. The boy came barreling out and wrapped his arms around Daichi's waist, nuzzling his face into the other's chest.

Daichi smiled and gently stroked Jack's curly hair. The boy's hair was getting long and angelic, laying like a curly halo around the boy's head. He would need a haircut sooner or later, Daichi prefered it to be later.

"I missed you, Master." Jack's voice was muffled and whiny, almost childlike.

"I missed you too, pet." Daichi said and then gently pried Jack away. "Come on, let's find somewhere more comfortable."

Daichi stood up. Jack dutifully got onto all fours and followed his Master out of the room. They walked to the living room together and Daichi sat down. The plastic bag was next to him on the couch. Jack eyed it curiously as he crawled up to Daichi and laid his head down against the man's thigh.

"I got you a gift." Daichi said and grabbed the bag.

Jack's eyes widened and he quickly grabbed the bag when it was handed to him. He looked inside to see..

"Candy!" Jack exclaimed and reached in to grab a packet of nerds. He was rarely given anything sweet, especially not candy. "Thank you so much Master!"

He bowed in front of his Master. Daichi watched him with amusement. Jack had picked up bowing from Daichi's men. It was never something he had ever taught his pet.

"You're welcome." Daichi said softly and watched Jack dig into the packet of nerds. He shuffled them into his mouth and crunched happily on what Daichi thought looked like radioactive stones. "Here."

Daichi patted his lap and Jack climbed up without question. He curled into the other man to appear smaller and continued to eat his candies.

"There's something I need to talk to you about." Daichi then said and wrapped an arm around Jack's waist. The other boy stilled a little but didn't make any further comments. "Jonathan is coming over to live with us. He has shown some submission over the last few days and he asked to come and stay with us."

Jack stopped eating his candy, just chewing on the crunchy nerds he already had in his mouth whilst the gears in his head almost audibly turned.

"I need you to be on your best behaviour." Daichi then said. He comforted Jack by gently rubbing up and down his thin waist. "I might keep him separated from you in the beginning. Just to make sure he won't do anything mischievous, and then he might move into your room, in his own cage of course."

"Okay, Master." He then agreed, leaning his head down on the other's shoulder. "Is he nice?"

Daichi had taken to describing untrained slaves as mean or disobedient, whilst trained boys like Jack were nice and obedient. It seemed to have worked wonders since Jack wasn't fond of 'mean boys'.

"He is very mean." Daichi explained calmly. "And he might try to influence you to make mean and bad decisions. But if you hear Jonathan planning anything, like running away, you tell me, understood?"

"Yes Master." Jack replied dutifully.

Later that evening Daichi had Jack slammed up against the big windows in the living room. Jack was moaning and clinging on to Daichi for dear life whilst his insides were getting absolutely pummeled. Jack didn't seem to care that he had a dick in his ass in front of a window where everyone could see him. In fact he was begging Master to unlock his cage and let him cum.

Daichi in turn didn't feel too kind today. He ignored the gasping pleads and sped up until he came, ramming his cock deep inside and filling Jack's insides. The boy let out a whiny moan, knowing he wouldn't be allowed to cum today and his moan was then followed by a whimper.

Daichi was still reeling in the afterglow of his orgasm when he tucked Jack into his cage for the night. Well early morning. Unbeknown to Jack, his day and night cycle had mostly been turned upside down to match his Master's. There were a lot of very, very late nights and sleeping in until lunch. It didn't seem to bother Jack at all. He just dutifully followed Master's every whim.

Jonathan chewed angrily on his gag. Not only was it a bone shaped rubber gag, it was also hidden behind a muzzle. A muzzle! The men who had gagged him had been awfully giggly as they put it on him and to top it off they had replaced his sleek black leather gloves with brown gloves decorated with big pawprints on the underside. Before they had closed him into the wooden crate he was currently sitting in, they had clipped dog ears into his hair.

He already regretted begging the asshole to take him home. This was very not worth it. The only thing making this whole endeavour any worth it was Jack. The notion that Jack might be able to help him escape, or better yet, them both escaping together.

The crate had been still for quite a while, at least five minutes and Jonathan was unsure of what was happening. He couldn't see anything from inside the crate, nor could he hear anything going on outside of it.

Jonathan tried to shuffle in his bonds but they had secured his mittened hands behind his back, and the humbler had been put back in place, keeping his balls in place. They hadn't stopped hurting just yet and his cramped position in the crate didn't exactly help his case.

Finally, after what felt like five thousand years but in reality was more like fifteen minutes, the side of the crate was opened. Jonathan blinked at the light and then carefully looked around. He had been placed into an expensively decorated living room… The couches were leather, the oriental rug looked handwoven. There was a large electric fireplace against one wall with a ginormous TV above it.

The man, Master, was sitting on the dark, leather couch, patiently waiting for Jonathan to crawl out and inspect his surroundings like a timid kitten. The man looked like a king on his throne. Jonathan felt weak.

The roof of his crate was also roughly wrenched away. Two hooligans were standing by the crate, one holding a crowbar for obvious reasons. The other man reached down and undid Jonathan's leather cuffs.

Jonathan quickly pulled away and crawled out of the crate. He was tired of feeling the rough wood against his skin and he much more prefered the lush carpet under his knees. He bit at the gag in his mouth when he noticed how amused the couch-sitting man looked.

"Welcome home." The man said calmly. He had one foot crossed over his knee, still dressed in one of his pompous damn suits. Jonathan would never understand why someone would choose to look so formal in the comfort of their own home! "Well, this is, of course, not your permanent residence, as I have told you before. You promised to be lenient and behave so I will take your word. Also, I promised you three nights of spankings, we have two left. But my men will deal with that when they have time. Would you like to meet Jack?"

Jonathan opened and closed his mouth. That was a lot of unnerving information to take in at the same time. But Jonathan had to be clever now. He had to be "good" to make sure he could meet Jack and talk to him. It would be easier to escape with help, and once they were out they'd have an easier time getting out of Japan together.

He chose to simply nod his reply. The man turned to his men and said something to them. It frustrated Jonathan to no end that he couldn't understand what they were saying. But they couldn't really understand him either so perhaps they were even.

One of the men left the room and it didn't take too long before he returned. He was walking with a leash in his hand. Jack was happily following him, head held high and blonde curls bouncing like a halo. A pretty collar hung around his neck, very unlike the one Jonathan was wearing. When Jack saw Jonathan, his face instantly fell, suddenly he looked nervous.

The man unleashed him and Jack instantly made a beeline towards his Master, pressing his face against the man's outer thigh.

"He gets a bit shy around new people." The man said, carding his hand through Jack's hair. "Don't worry, he'll hopefully warm up to you."

From the angle Jonathan was getting, he could clearly see a jeweled plug wedged in between Jack's cheeks.

"Now, pet." The man continued, turning his attention down to Jack. "Why don't you go and greet your friend? He'll be staying with us for a while after all."

Jack slowly lifted his head from the man's thigh and looked back at Jonathan, movements equally slow and unsure. Then he carefully padded forward. Jonathan squirmed back as Jack came close enough for their knees to touch. Jack leaned forward and Jonathan leaned back until he almost fell over. Jonathan could feel Jack's breath on him and he opened his mouth to speak but Jack was quicker and pressed a kiss to Jonathan's cheek.

Then he sat back with a small smile.

Jonathan had braced himself for a full on snogging session since Jack seemed so shy and nervous. Not an innocent, almost pleasant peck on the cheek. Jonathan's mouth gaped open as he stared at Jack who blushed and averted his gaze.

"Good boy." The man praised from behind them. "Why don't you show Jonathan your room?"

Jack nodded and crawled back to one of the men who quickly leashed him. Jonathan could see the henchman's growing erection from the other side of the planet. Disgusting… He refused to move until the asshole cleared his throat and tapped two fingers in an upwards motion, clearly indicating that Jonathan's balls would be in trouble if he didn't get a move on.

Jonathan glared to make sure everyone knew he was displeased as he followed Jack and got leashed. He hated the fact that getting leashed was familiar. Being leashed wasn't something any human should ever consider familiar.

The leash was tugged. Jonathan has to follow, but not without showing displeasure. He grumbled and blushed as they were walked down a hallway. It was a massive apartment, Jonathan came to realise. The ceiling was high, the flooring felt expensive and the art pieces on the walls were exquisite.

A sliding door was unlocked and opened. The henchman let them into the room. Jonathan looked around, feeling a lump start to grow in his stomach. Inside the very classy Japanese room stood two heavy duty cages with two locks each, one with a keycard and the other with a combination. The insides of the cages were decorated with pillows, thin mattresses and blankets. One cage was also decked out with toys and puzzles and some art supplies, along with a pretty string of fairy lights. In the very back of the room there was a steel bathtub with its weirdly shaped faucet mounted at a suspicious height.

"This is my room and my cage." Jack then explained. Jonathan flinched at the sudden speech and turned to look at Jack with wide eyes. "My Master has given me lots of things to keep me from getting bored. He is very kind."

Jonathan wouldn't agree on 'very kind'. But he stayed quiet. The henchman opened both cages and Jack happily crawled into his and was unleashed. Jonathan would rather die than freely crawl into a cage. He growled at the man who tried to urge him inside. Even going so far as to bite at his hands if they came too near. The man snarled, almost having his pinky severed by angry teeth and he called out for his boss.

But if Jonathan's plan was to be set into motion he had to be obedient at first. And he didn't want to face the man's wrath within the first ten minutes of arriving so he scrambled into the cage, anger seeping into every corner of his body. The leash was released and the cage door quickly closed. This wasn't worse than the travel crates. At least there were no splinters to be had this time.

The henchman muttered something that sounded like an insult before he left the room and closed the door. Jack sighed softly but crawled over to his box of toys and grabbed some sort of fidget toy. He sat back against the cage wall and played with it.

Jonathan watched in mild horror. Jack seemed so… used to this. Like this was his everyday life and he was just content with it.

"Uh, hi." Jonathan then started. "I- uh. How have you been?"

His last proper social interaction had been over half a year ago. And it wasn't like he had ever had to catch up with an old kidnapping buddy before.

"I have been good." Jack replied. Somehow, Jonathan was surprised. He had half-expected Jack to just blatantly ignore him. "My Master takes good care of me. How have you been?"

"Awful, obviously." Jonathan spat back. "So you're happy with this?"

Jack paused what he was doing and stared down at the toy in his hands. His blonde curls fell over his eyes like the curtains on a stage so Jonathan couldn't see his expression.

"Sometimes you just have to make the best out of the situation." Jack simply replied. "I'm happy, so I try not to think about it."

"Don't you want to get out of here?" Jonathan hissed. "Rejoin society? Is living here really better than being free? You can't honestly think that you're happy here!"

"You don't get it." Jack muttered and went back to fiddling with his toy. "My Master loves me. I know he does and he is kind to me. I don't want to leave him! And he told me you'd try to manipulate me and run away. You're just a mean boy"

Jonathan scoffed. Mean boy? Jack spoke like a preschooler! It was obviously someone else's words, probably his "Master's".

"Listen to yourself!" Jonathan growled but Jack just laid down with his back towards Jonathan, idly playing with his toy. "How can you say that I am trying to manipulate you when you're already being manipulated!?"

Jack didn't reply. Jonathan snarled but ultimately turned his own back and huffed.

Sitting in the cage had been dreadful. Dreadful enough that Jonathan felt a tingle of delight in his chest when the door had opened.

But now that he was fastened to a low table in the middle of a smoky game room with men all around just like the first night he got his balls whipped, the excitement had suddenly vanished.

"This isn't going to break me." Jonathan spat.

The man who called himself Master was sitting in a leather armchair right in front of him. At his feet he had Jack, eagerly pressing his head into the man's hands for pets. He seemed to have no shame over being naked in a room full of at least twenty people. He only seemed desperate for attention. Whore.

"You think I'm going to turn into that?" Jonathan continued and nodded towards Jack. He wriggled in his restraints, trying to see if he could squirm his way out. "A cock chasing whore who thinks this is the only way he can be happy? You might have him manipulated but I'll never sink that low! Never!"

He yelled the last part, causing Jack to flinch and press harder against his Master. Jonathan panted on his bench as someone stepped in behind him. The familiar sound of a riding crop swishing through the air made his stomach churn and his balls ache before anything had even happened.

"There is a hierarchy in this world." The asshole replied and played with Jack's hair. "People like you, people who add numbers but no value, are of the lowest rank. I heard from your previous owner recently. He told me he had been watching the news after he had bought you. But no one ever mentioned your name."

"I don't care if no one looks for me!" Jonathan spat. "I'd rather be alone than be-Ah!"

The asshole had nodded to his henchman who had slapped the riding crop down against Jonathan's balls without mercy.

Jonathan threw his head back and gritted his teeth at the second and third smack. He was trying his hardest to keep it together and not just yell and scream from pain.

It took until the fifth hit for Jonathan to start yelling, angry loud yells accompanied by wetness in his eyes. Through his pained haze he locked eyes with Jack. Jonathan yelled again at the sixth hit and began squirming in his bondage. Tears were escaping his eyes by now and the pain in his testicles was traveling up into his stomach. Jack almost seemed unbothered. He was happily kneeling at his Master's feet, back straight, hands in his lap and head a little bowed. A perfect pose of submission. Jonathan wanted to vomit. He wondered how many times Jack had been tied to the bench before he became like that.

Jonathan gasped in pain, tears flowing freely from his eyes as he was hit again. That must have been eight. He looked up at Master. The man had a chilled look in his eyes and was staring straight back into Jonathan's soul. The penetrating gaze made him feel even more vulnerable and exposed. Jonathan yelled as the ninth hit came down.

"No more!" He tried and squirmed on the bench. His balls hung between his spread legs and wiggled like the perfect target. They swung with every hit which just added to the humiliation. "Fu-uck! Please!"

When he said please, the men around the room laughed. Jonathan's cheeks burned and he stared at his Master. Tears were staining his burning cheeks. He would soon be at his limit. But Master was unrelenting. He didn't motion for it to stop, he just watched coldly.

Jonathan drew a sob and resigned himself to his fate. Steeling himself for the last hits. No one seemed to have any mercy for him and the last hits fell, one after the other until Jonathan was sure he'd throw up.

Jonathan was untied from the bench and lifted off by a strong pair of hands. He was gently carried over to the big chair where Master had been sitting and he was laid across the man's lap. His head lolled away, too tired to protest the manhandling even if every inch of him urged to get away from the psychotic man.

A handkerchief wiped the tears from his face but the material felt too rough on his cheeks so he squeezed his eyes shut. The strong hand rubbed a thumb over his cheek and he winced quietly. He was living in a never ending nightmare.

Jonathan woke up the next day, balls aching as proof of last night's torture. Jack was stretching in his cage, already awake and alert. Jonathan just huffed and covered himself with the thin blanket he had so "graciously" been given.

The day was awful. He had been forced to crawl all day long, he had been fed from bowls and worst of all was that he had to piss outside. At first he had refused. Pissing on the bathroom floor had been bad enough but outside? Underneath the hot sun whilst leashed like a dog? Not happening.

Well it did happen. After he had been leashed outside to a tree for an hour. At least it had been on a rooftop so no one could see him apart from the assholes in the penthouse of course. At least he had been able to enjoy the Tokyo skyline for the first ten minutes of his punishment before the pain in his bladder became too much.

Other than that, the day had been rather boring. Jonathan had been locked away alone in his bare cage for most of the day. He had tried to sleep through most of it but after his second nap, it became increasingly harder to fall asleep.

His days didn't change at all for a very long time. He was woken up early in the morning, or maybe late at night. Jonathan didn't have a clock to tell time with. He was forced to listen to Jack receive an enema every morning. It was usually a fairly quiet business. Jack took it like a champ and didn't make too many noises. But Jonathan just couldn't get desensitized to the sound and smell of watery shit mixture hitting the steel tub every day. Then came their morning walk. They were both taken outside by handlers and forced to relieve themselves in the rooftop garden. Then breakfast, sometimes accompanied by the "Master", sometimes not. Then they would be brought back to their cage to spend a few hours whilst he did whatever he did during the day.

Jack mostly ignored him and played with the toys in his cage. He had quite an extensive collection to keep him occupied but Jonathan could clearly tell that Jack got antsy and bored too.

Then the asshole would come home and fetch Jack. Jack of course, being the dumb idiot that he is would be over the moon. Wagging his ass in the air and pawing at the cage until his Master let him out. He'd happily follow his Master out and Jonathan would be alone. Sometimes one of the men would come in and gently stretch his limbs out before tying him up again.

A couple days into his stay the building pressure in Jonathan's gut had started becoming unbearable. It was clearly beginning to feel like constipation and Jonathan was not looking forward to resolving that issue. He didn't want to eat breakfast that morning. His handlers growled about it and even kicked him to make him eat but Jonathan refused. Eventually they must have seen the paler than usual look on Jonathan's face and just given up. Jack immediately got antsy and nervous when Jonathan didn't do as told of course, but Jonathan chose to ignore him.

Their Master came home earlier than normal that day, right after lunch (which Jonathan had also refused to eat). Jack was playing with the dumb toys in his cage. Jonathan was facing the wall, clutching his stomach and trying to not groan in pain.

When Jack heard the door open he quickly sat up and turned to see who had entered. His whole being lit up when he saw that it was in fact Master and he clung to the cage door. Jonathan didn't move. He didn't care who entered the room, all the men were just as horrible so why would he care?

Their Master cooed over his obvious favourite for a minute or two. Crouching by his cage and offering him pets through the bars. Then he turned his attention to the black sheep curled up into a small ball.

"I heard you haven't eaten anything today." Master said as he moved over to Jonathan's cage. "Any particular reason?"

"Fuck off and die." Jonathan replied sourly.

"My, my." Master said calmly. Jonathan wanted to cave his nose in. "Such language. Well, dogs who growl usually are in pain or sick. I thought you'd be a little more civil than the common dog and able to tell me what was wrong but I guess I was mistaken."

"Piss off." Jonathan grumbled. "I'm not a dog."

"No?" Master asked, bemused. "Why, you could have fooled me. Now I have a suspicion that you are having stomach issues. Am I correct?"

"You don't ever shut up, do you?" Jonathan glared back over his shoulder, meeting the asshole's eyes. "Leave me the fuck alone."

"Well then." He said and grabbed his phone from his pocket. His nice slender fingers typed away a message before the phone slid back into his pocket. "I guess I'll give you a bit of solitude until you are ready to tell me what has been bothering you."

Master walked over and unlocked Jack's cage. The boy instantly crawled out and pressed himself anxiously against his Master's hands, seeking comfort. He hated when Master got agitated so he even attempted a small lick against his Master's palm. Master stilled and turned to look down at his pet when he felt the soft tongue against the palm of his hand. Jack hesitated for a second, but Master didn't seem angry so he continued gently licking the man's palm.

"Good boy." Master praised him and Jack smiled brightly. Licking definitely seemed to cheer the man up and Jack happily followed his Master out of the room when urged.

Jonathan wasn't left alone for long. He thought about shitting on the floor in the meantime. There was nothing stopping him after all and he'd love to see the look on the man's face once he had placed a shiny turd on expensive wooden flooring. Sadly he never got the chance to execute his plan before the small room was invaded by two of the henchmen.

The bald one of the two smirked and spoke in Japanese. Jonathan just tried to ignore them. He still couldn't lift his hands very far so punching the daylights out of the two men was out of the question. The not so bald man opened the cage and grabbed onto his ankle, tugging him out.

The motion tugged on his balls and he groaned, trying to wiggle out of the grip but that only increased the pain. He was manhandled up on all fours and his face was shoved down into the ground. His collar was fastened to the bars to the now closed cage door and his hands were cuffed together underneath him. Still he wiggled and tried to bite at them if they came too close.

One of the men moved behind Jonathan's exposed bottom and smacked it, leaving a bright red handprint across his skin. Jonathan let out a small hiss. Spankings were doable. He had dealt with them before even if it was humiliating.

Unbeknown to Jonathan, the men weren't planning an ordinary spanking. In fact, the hits that Jonathan received across his rear were more for fun. The real punishment began when one of the men placed something thin and bullet-like against his hole and then slipped it in. Jonathan let out a small gasp. The finger withdrew and left the small item inside. A small knot started forming in Jonathan's belly and then a larger, lubed object was pressing against his asshole, demanding entry.

Jonathan tried to struggle away, trying to not mind the painful tugging on his balls but it was to no avail. He tried yelling and screaming profanities but the plug started pressing in. Jonathan clenched his hole but it only hurt more as the plug pressed on, opening him up for entry.

The plug dutifully slipped inside and Jonathan instantly tried to push it out. He could feel the plug pressing against the shit blocked up inside his rectum and it made his stomach feel even worse.

One of the men kept his hand against the plug, keeping Jonathan from pushing it out. The other man fetched a series of belts that he quickly wrapped around Jonathan's waist and then down between his legs. The belt was secured over the plug so there was no chance of Jonathan pushing it out.

The man with the belts spanked Jonathan twice across his ass, leaving painful, stinging marks behind before they both stood up with matching grins.

One of them undid the clasp fastening Jonathan's collar to the floor and then grabbed his jaw. They forced a ball gag in between his lips and fastened it around the back of his head before shoving him into his cage and locking it. Then they left.

The door closed behind them and Jonathan was left to pant on the floor. Angry tears were brimming his eyes from the humiliation he just had to suffer through. He couldn't understand how they could treat another human being like dirt and enjoy it. But again, they probably didn't see him as a human being. Just an object…

Jonathan wriggled himself around until he was comfortable on the thin mat in the room. He tucked his bound hands in under his head and closed his eyes. Was that the whole punishment? This was way easier than the ball whipping he had to suffer through twice for doing practically nothing.

His stomach gurgled and heated up. The heat spread down through his lower region and a hot, nauseating pressure settled against the plug. Diarrhea. Jonathan paled, his eyes widened and he could feel a small layer of sweat start to bead on his skin. This was not at all what he had expected. The men had given him a very strong laxative and then fastened a plug in his ass that he couldn't remove.

Jonathan tried to keep his panic contained but warm pain started spreading through his ass and stomach. The sweat on his skin started to bead and he wriggled around in his bonds, desperately trying to claw at the belt and undo it. He frantically chewed on the rubber ball in his mouth, practically grinding his teeth into the rubber.

His cage felt too small and Jonathan tried yelling for help but the noise was of course muffled. Who would come and help him anyways?

He had to lay there, stomach growling angrily and limbs feeling weak for at least an hour. To Jonathan it felt like forever. The feeling never settled, it never lessened. It was just a constant urge going through his entire body.

Then the door finally opened. Master stepped through, alone. Jonathan lifted his head meekly from the mattress. A whine slipped out from his lips.

"Missed me?" Master asked. Jonathan glared pitifully. "I can leave if you'd like to give me attitude."

Jonathan whined again and shook his head as best as he could. His head felt empty whilst he stared at Master. His whole body was shivering, sweating. He couldn't take another second of this hell.

"I don't enjoy doing this to you." Master said and closed in on the cage until he could rest his hand on it. "But I would rather have you be briefly unhappy instead of terribly sick. It is interesting to see how desperate you have become within just fifteen minutes. Next time you decide to do something similar I'll make sure to increase the time. Are we understood?"

Jonathan paled at the promise of a next time. He craned his neck to be able to stare up at the looming man above and then nodded. For now he'd obey, just to get out of the predicament. Master kept his face annoyingly calm and crouched down. He opened the cage, undid the chain on Jonathan's collar with gentle hands and did the same with Jonathan's cuffed hands.

"I don't want this mess in my backyard." Master said and grabbed the back of Jonathan's collar to guide him out.

Jonathan scrambled with his hands before he started to quickly crawl after his Master, huffing as each movement made his stomach churn. He was led to the steel bathtub.

Master helped him into it and let him sit up with his mittened hands resting on the bathtub. The position made everything even worse and Jonathan grunted and shifted, eyeing Master desperately.

The man was as calm as ever and he reached down to undo the belts around Jonathan's waist, letting them fall away. Then he stood up so Jonathan's face was at a crotch level. Master put one hand in his pocket and used the other to undo the gag around Jonathan's head.

The gag fell out and immediately Jonathan was panting, staring desperately at the incredibly well dressed man standing in front of him, looking very calm and collected in the midst of what Jonathan thought of as chaos.

"You can push the plug out." Master said and cupped Jonathan's face. His hand was large, fingers strong and warm. Jonathan didn't even realise that he had been waiting for permission and his face flushed red.

His stomach grumbled and he pushed against the plug. His mind was a little delirious with desperation so he stared up at Master, mind void of thoughts as he pushed the plug out.

It flew out with a pop and hit the bottom of the tub, followed by an instant splat of foul smelling waste. Embarrassment started to creep in through the trance but there was no time. He gave a light push and everything flowed out of him.

Jonathan moaned. The release felt like heaven, almost better than an orgasm and his body instantly started to relax. Once he was done he sagged against the edge of the tub, head resting in his Master's hand, quietly panting.

"Let's wash you." Master then said.

Jonathan's mind started coming back as Master spoke. He could feel how cold the tub was against his skin, the smell of pungent waste all around him, the feel of it against his skin and the shame of it all.

Anger started to rise inside him and he wrenched himself away from the asshole's grip. What a thing to do to another human being! The man gripped onto Jonathan's collar and wrenched him back down in the tub. He grabbed the shower hose and aimed it down at Jonathan's backside to spray him with lukewarm water.

"Fuck you, man!" Jonathan growled and wriggled against the grip, even if washing away the shame of it all felt wonderful. As a response to his exclamation, the man lowered the temperature until it was blasting ice cold water instead. Jonathan let out a curt yell and started to struggle more against the chill.

The man just chuckled and finished washing Jonathan with an iron grip on his collar. Then he let him go and grabbed a napkin from his pocket to clean his hands. Jonathan sat in the tub, shivering and glaring at the man who seemed to know exactly what button to push to make Jonathan miserable.

"That was quite an ordeal." The man then said calmly and put the tissue down his pocket. "Was it worth it?"

"Hope you liked the smell." Jonathan retorted and the man smirked as a response. "I'm going to wipe that fucking smirk clean off your face."

"Of course." The man replied and undid the side of the tub. "Come on."

Jonathan didn't go anywhere until the man grabbed the leash and clipped it to Jonathan's collar. Then he was tugged down to crawl and followed the man out of the room. His stomach felt queasy and in his head he cursed the man all the way to the living room.

Jack was sitting dutifully on the floor by the couch, hands folded neatly in his lap and head bowed. Jonathan wanted to gag. The man walked over and sat down on the couch so Jonathan had to kneel next to Jack.

"You sure look pretty." The man praised and Jack preened under the compliment and even more when he was allowed to lean in and rest his head on the man's thigh. Jonathan rolled his eyes but his mind wandered back to the office where he had had all the attention and Master had been petting him just like that. "In two days there will be a party. Pet, you have been to them before so nothing will be different this time. Jonathan, you better be on your best behaviour. There will be potential buyers for you at the party. And they are all looking for a challenge."

Jonathan swallowed and fixed the man with a glare. The man just chuckled and patted his lap. Jack instantly lit up and crawled into his Master's lap, sitting his bare, plugged ass down right on Master's crotch. He leaned into the man's chest, nuzzling his head in under the man's neck.

Master put one arm around Jack's waist and grabbed Jonathan's leash with the other hand, brutually tugging him closer until his face was pressed in against Jack's bum.

"What-" Jonathan started as he was tugged before his mouth was smushed and he could barely turn his head between Jonathan's cheeks.

Jack whined quietly, shifting in his Master's lap.

"I'll give you a choice." Master then said calmly whilst Jack tried to use his hands to get away. "You still have one ball spanking left. You can pull Jack's plug out and lick his hole for as long as I tell you, and the spanking will be forgotten. Or you can refuse and I'll finish the last spanking with twenty hits at the party, amongst the hundred guests."

Jonathan squinted his eyes shut and a ball of rage and shame started forming in his belly as he actually considered his options. Being spanked in front of ten men had been hell enough, a hundred men wouldn't be better. Jack was attractive. It wasn't his Master. Carefully he shuffled his mouth closer to the lukewarm base of Jack's plug. Jonathan tried to clear his mind of any thought as he opened his mouth and gripped the plug between his teeth. Then he started to gently pull it, listening to Jack's gasping breath above him.

Jack felt Jonathan's every eyelash against him. His hot breath around the base of the plug as it was slowly slowly pulled out of him. He could feel his rim stretching, whining slightly at the biggest part before it was properly pulled out with a pop. Jack carefully reached up with both arms and wrapped them around Master's neck. He had never been licked down there before. Not even Cedric had done that to him.

Jonathan hesitated for a few seconds before a tentative tongue reached out and pressed itself against Jack's hole who gasped. It was warm and slimy, very different from all the toys and cocks he had been touched with before.

"Ah, ah-" He let out as Jack's tongue gained confidence. A blush spread over his face as he could feel himself getting aroused and he tried to squirm closer to his Master but Jonathan followed, licking like a dog.

Master ran his fingers through Jack's hair, enjoying the moaning mess on his lap plenty.

Jonathan also found himself enjoying the situation. Jack made very nice noises and he didn't taste unwashed. He was obviously kept incredibly clean. And Jonathan was a pleaser during sex. He loved topping his partners and making them feel good so he pushed his tongue against Jack's loosened hole, pushing it inside. Jack gasped above him and finally started grinding his hips back a little, pushing his ass down against Jonathan's face.

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Jonathan hadn't been nervous about the party until the morning of the day it would happen. He woke up in the cage, stomach churning with nerves.

Jack was already awake as usual. He was stretching his legs, rubbing his shins and knees, something that Jonthan was also starting to feel. He wondered how Jack had put up with crawling for over half a year.

Jack noticed that he was awake and gave him a small smile. Jonathan nodded solemnly and turned over on his stomach. He wanted to stretch his legs out too but his bindings were still hindering him.

"Are you nervous?" Jack then asked. They never spoke in the room.

Jonathan contemplated not replying. Jack was nothing but an eyesore. On the other hand, there was no one else to talk to. Jonathan didn't exactly want to talk to the big old bastard that had kidnapped them.

"I suppose." Jonathan replied. "I'm mostly tired of these fucking restraints if I'm being honest."

"I never had to wear those." Jack replied. Jonathan wanted to fume. Jack crawled freely, without any restraints and had apparently never needed them in the first place. "Whenever I tried to stand, Master would whip my feet until they bruised and I couldn't stand anymore."

Maybe the restraints were preferable.

"But he doesn't have to do that anymore." Jack curled up a bit, holding onto his feet, gently massaging the underside of them with his thumb. "There is a dungeon somewhere, or lower floor at least where he takes us for bad punishments."

"Isn't this a penthouse?" Jonathan questioned.

Jack just shrugged.

"I don't know how it works. He probably owns the whole building." Jack replied. "You know he is a Yakuza leader, right?"

Oh shit… That explains all the men, guns and infinite money. After having lived on the street Jonathan knew how notorious the mafia could be. They had connections everywhere, knew everyone, ruled all that was underground or political.

"I-I didn't know that." Jonathan mumbled. "Is that the kind of party we are going to? A yakuza party?"

"I don't think so." Jack replied. "I have only been once before. I- uh. It didn't end too well for me. But from what I can remember there were a lot of different people. Non-Japanese people too. Cedric's Master will be attending, and Cedric too, hopefully. He got sold with us. The boy with really dark hair. The clever one."

"Oh, okay." Jonathan had to think real hard. It had been so long that most faces blurred into one. Cedric had been the one to plan escapes with him! Yes! Finally some good news! If Cedric was there, Jonathan had a shot at getting an escape buddy. There was no way Cedric could be as beaten into submission as Jack was.

Their conversation was cut short when some of the Yakuza men entered the room. They let Jack out first and took him to the bathtub. Jonathan closed his eyes and pretended that he couldn't hear, or smell what was happening. Then Jack was taken out of the tub and Jonathan's cage was opened.

Jonathan had to be dragged out by his collar and then he was also taken to the tub. Instantly he tried to flee by kicking and punching the men around him. They grabbed his fists rather quickly and tied them to the insides of the tub, same with his knees.

"Let me go you fucking bastards!" Jonathan yelled but to no avail.

He tried to tug on his restraints as the men started doing something behind him. Having heard what happened in the tub everyday instilled a certain fear in Jonathan. One of those helpless fears that only affect those who have their naked asses exposed to an invasive injectable object.

The nozzle on the side of the tub apparently connected to a removable hose. Not that Jonathan cared much for the intricacy of the plumbing. He was more concerned with the metal pressure against his asshole. The lubed hose pressed into his behind, no matter how he shook and wiggled. It popped past the widest point, and one of the men held his finger against it so Jonathan wouldn't be able to push it out.

Water started rushing inside. Jonathan let out a gasp and then a defeated whine. He was completely stuck in the tub with water flowing deep into his insides. He started to feel his stomach cramping and grunted.

"Stop it!" He then whined. "Fuck, stop! No more! You fuckers! You assholes! You absolute dickwipes!"

Insults continued to rain down against the men confining Jonathan to the tub. But nothing could stop the incoming burst of water. Jonathan groaned again and finally, after five hundred years, the water stopped its flow. He received a pat on the ass. Someone mumbled something in Japanese.

"Good boy." Another then filled in with broken english.

Jonathan didn't even have a comeback. He was too busy trying to not cry from pain and embarrassment. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were boring holes into the metal surface beneath him.

After a few antagonising minutes the plug got removed. Jonathan felt an immediate spurt of water shoot out behind him. The release felt too good to protest so he pushed. He pushed out all the water and waste out of his body, groaning and gasping in relief as he did so.

Jonathan's stomach still felt queasy when he was done so he whined pitfully. He briefly registered the door opening but not fully until Master sank down next to the tub. He put a hand on Jonathan's lower back, gently pushing it down until Jonathan could kneel.

"If it comes, just let it out." Master said. Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassed by the words. "Once all that water is out we'll go and relax."

"Why-Why do you do this?" Jonathan sniffed pitfully and then moaned as he felt water shift downwards.

"This is just to keep you clean and ready for tonight." Master replied calmly. "Jonathan has to do this everyday and when you get bought maybe you will need to do this too."

Another spurt of water passed through Jonathan who groaned, but at least his stomach stopped feeling as quesy. He let out a small sigh, happy to have his body empty but yet again humiliated.

"All done?" Master asked. Jonathan nodded meekly.

Jonathan was let out of the tub and led to one of the living rooms by his leash. His stomach grumbled in protest at having skipped breakfast but he couldn't be bothered to ask.

Jack was laying in his basket in the living room, quietly staring out of the window until he heard the door. He quickly sat up and looked back at his Master. Jonathan swore that if Jack had a tail then it would be wagging.

"Snow, Master!" He exclaimed. Jonathan looked out of the window too and indead, it was snowing.

"That's nice." Master spoke softly and walked over to the window. Jonathan had no choice but to follow. "Yes, look at that. Christmas will be coming soon, are you excited?"

He reached out and ran his fingers through Jack's hair. Jonathan might have imagined it but he could have sworn that he saw a flash of horror and grief on Jack's face.

Jack just nodded with a smile and turned to watch the snow again. Jonathan had to agree that it was blissful. The room they were in was warm, there was a fireplace lit in the room. And even if Jonathan was almost sure that it was fake, it sure added to the atmosphere.

Master let Jack rest and watch the snow whilst he took Jonathan to the couch. He sat down next to a box that Jonathan hadn't seen before and was instantly highly suspicious of.

Jonathan let out a surprised squeak as he was grabbed by his collar and suddenly hauled up over Master's lap. He wriggled all he could, unhappy with his arms trapped underneath him and legs trapped between Master's legs.

"What are you doing?" He half yelled, hating the way Master's clothes rubbed against his body. "Let me down!"

"Be still." Master said, easily holding Jonathan down with just one hand whilst he used the other to root through the box right by Jonathan's face. "I'm doing this for your own good."

"What does that mean?" Jonathan growled. He watched the man grab a bottle of what Jonathan dreadfully assumed was lube. "You gonna fuck me? Is that it!?"

"No." Master replied and popped the cork of the bottle with his thumb. "I won't. But I am going to prepare you for the possibility."

"What possibility?" Jonathan demanded as he felt a finger press against his hole. "Fucking dirty ass rapist!"

"Maybe I should start training you with a gag." The yakuza bastard said calmly as the finger was slowly pressed inside him.

Being fingered wasn't anything unusual. Jonathan had been fingered plenty but never before in such a delicate fashion. He was surprised by the gentleness as the finger slipped all the way inside him and then started to move in and out.

"Jack had to wear a lovely gag when I brought him home. It reached down his throat so he could practise." The yakuza bastard continued. Jonathan just wanted him to shut up.

A second finger slipped inside him and any come-back Jonathan had ready died on his tongue. His mouth formed a small-o from the feeling. The Yakuza Bastard didn't miss a beat. He just continued scissoring Jonathan open with his fingers.

Unbeknownst to Jonathan, Jack was watching from his bed. He had stopped paying attention to the snow outside his window and instead laid down to fix Jonathan with a glare. Master had been paying Jonathan an ungodly amount of attention lately. Jack did not get many hours of the day together with his Master as it was. And he was starting to hate the constant annoyance and disrespect that disturbed the house. Jack was usually fucked once per day at least, and never did it go more than two days between sessions. Now Jack could barely remember the last time he had been fucked. His body was aching for it. His uncaged cock was aching for it. He was half hard watching Jonathan struggle as he was fingered.

In a way Jack loved wearing his cage. Because whenever he wore it, Master wore a silver chain with the keys around his neck. Even if Master could easily remove the chain whenever he wanted, Jack felt like it was a claim on the other man. The only claim he'd ever get to have.

A third finger slipped into Jonathan before Master was finished. Jack watched as Master grabbed a silver plug, probably another toy he had custom made, and pushed it into Jonathan's behind. Jonathan let out a grunt and another string of curse words, then he was let down on the floor.

Jack stopped glaring as soon as Master wasn't so busy fingering his newest obsession. He didn't want to be caught angry or upset. However, Master didn't seem to be done. He grabbed Jonathan by his throat and squeezed, causing the boy to gasp for air. Jonathan's hands flew up to grip at the man's arm but the string holding his wrists to his balls restricted him.

Master swiftly grabbed the gag that Jack had used to wear, shoving it down between Jonathan's lips before the other boy could blink.

Jonathan gagged as the gag slipped down his throat. It filled his mouth all the way to the back, pressing against his gag reflex and suddenly he couldn't breathe. His throat was released and the gag was tied behind his head. He gagged violently on the gag, panicking and making choked off noises as the rubber filled all his senses.

"You're breathing." Master told him through a panicky fog. He felt a hand on his shoulder, weighing him down and another in his hair, keeping him still. "Easy, easy. You're breathing. Take a deep breath through your nose."

Jonathan obeyed. Taking a deep breath through his nose and then exhaling. He had to gag again, feeling bile rise which he had to swallow down.

He glared at the bastard, then gagged again, feeling his whole body convulse with the force of it. He had to calm down. Master let him go so he steadied himself on all fours, staring down at the ground, just focusing on breathing. It was shaky but after a while manageable, until he choked again.

"You'll get used to it." Master said calmly and reached down to pat Jonathan's head. The boy avoided the gesture and glared down at the floor. He kept absolutely still, focusing on not trying to choke whilst Master stood up and left the couch.

Jonathan had to wear the gag for the rest of the day and he wasn't allowed to eat anything. When it was time to dress up for the party, Jonathan was exhausted and terribly nervous. He didn't have to put a lpt of things on, just a chest harness.

Jack was dressed up in a harness too with decorative chains. His cock was put into a metal cage and he was also given a shiny metal plug. Then he was dressed in tight leather shorts which did not cover much. He wriggled in his shorts, unused to the feeling of clothing on his body. Jonathan eyed the shorts enviously.

A few of the Master's men came into the room, all dressed nicely and they guarded the boys whilst their Master left to get dressed for the evening. Jack didn't mind the men. He just crawled over to the basket and laid down. The snow that had fallen during the day had melted away, leaving wet rooftops for him to gaze at.

Jonathan sat still in the middle of the room. Two of the men had sat down on the couch, snickering as they eyed Jonathan. They spoke to each other in japanese, laughing and then one of them stood. He walked over to where Jack was and grabbed him by his collar. He tugged him to the couch. Jonathan gagged and choked against both his collar and the gag, quickly crawling to keep up as the man sat back down on the couch.

The man held onto Jonathan's collar whilst the other reached out and petted Jonathan's head with his grimy fingers. Jonathsn growled against his gag but couldn't do much to prevent it from happening. He was tired and sudden movements made him gag.

Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut and tried to not think about the disgusting hands running down his body, playing with his nipples and touching his arms.

When Master came back, Jonathan was let go. He quickly scrambled away from the men who laughed and then stood up. Master gave them a fond smile, clearly not minding if Jonathan was being violated.

Master wore a fine tailored black suit with just a shimmer of blue added to it. His collar was popped, the top two buttons unbuttoned. Jonathan could see the silver chain around his neck. He couldn't deny that their Master was handsome.

He spoke in Japanese to his men and they left the room, soon to return with two large suitcases. Jack crawled over to his Master, receiving some pets as a reward.

The cases were opened and Jonathan could instantly see that they were designed to carry humans. The men grabbed him before he could make a run for it and he was wrenched down into a suitcase. Then it was closed and he couldn't see anything.

It immediately became hard to breathe inside the suitcase. Jonathan tried to keep calm as he was lifted and carried away to god knows where.

He could hear the sounds of a car. Where was this party? He wondered if maybe someone could have infiltrated the institution by now. It was a farfetched thought but still one that Jonathan entertained himself with from time to time. Surely a big operation like this couldn't stay underground forever?

The car came to a stop and Jonathan's case was lifted out. He was carried for quite a while. Up a pair of stairs and through a crowded room. He could hear people talking which made the already budding knot in his stomach tighten. Then he was set down and the case was opened. He was grabbed by the men and lifted out. He quickly scanned his surroundings, trying to work out where he was. They were standing on a low lit round stage in the middle of a room. Every inch below the little stage was crammed with lush seating.

A waist high glass table with restraints was standing in the middle of the room. All lights were aimed towards the table. Jonathan started to struggle.

His legs were chained down to the table legs. His arms were chained down to the table legs. The table was bolted to the ground. Jonathan was helpless.

The men chuckled. One smacked his ass. Jonathan wiggled, which earned him another slap. The gag was unbuckled from behind his head slowly. Jonathan couldn't wait to get it out of his mouth. But as soon as it was halfway out, the men had grabbed a dental gag and was pushing it in between his teeth. They slid the gag all the way out and then tied the new gag in place.

Now Jonathan was pitifully stuck with his mouth open, barely able to enjoy his freedom without the dildo-gag. The men left him alone on the stand, leaving Jonathan to shiver in fear and anticipation.

The room was deathly quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. His ass was facing the door, making sure he couldn't see who was entering. Jonathan tried to wiggle in his bonds, even though it felt absolutely useless. The table was made out od thick glass, there was no way he could break it like this. The restraints were made out of iron. He couldn't just wiggle out of them. All he had to do was steel himself against whatever onslaught was coming. The yakuza bastard had promised not to spank his balls at least.

The door opened a long time after Jonathan's fear had turned to boredom. But as soon as the door opened, his stomach tightened up again. He had almost thought that they had forgotten him.

Multiple footsteps echoed through the room as people stepped inside.

"He looks even better than his pictures." Jonathan didn't recognise the voice. It made him nervous.

"You think?" Another voice Jonathan didn't recognise. "He is much skinnier than at the auction. Are you not feeding him, Daichi-san?"

"I feed him as long as he is obedient." That was Master. Was Master's name Daichi? Jonathan was going to make sure to remember that. Also, obedient, bullshit.

A hand reached out and laid itself across Jonathan's lower back. He flinched at the touch and feel of unfamiliar fingers with metal rings.

Jonathan craned his neck to look up at another Japanese man he had never seen before. This one had long hair framing his chiseled face, pierced ears and dark, surprisingly kind eyes.

The man leaned down, wrapping a large, calloused hand around Jonathan's chin to take a better look at his face.

"And he is a trouble-maker?" The man asked. "I have a hard time believing it. He is as pliant as a lamb!"

The man rubbed a thumb over Jonathan's cheek. Jonathan glared and tried to wrench his head away from the man's hands.

"If he wasn't restrained he'd go for blood, I'm sure." The third voice said.

Master, or Daichi as he was apparently called, stepped into view, followed by an older white man who must have been the owner of the third voice. The white man snapped his fingers to something behind Jonathan and then made a small 'go there' gesture. Jonathan could see someone move around behind the men but couldn't make out who it was.

"I have no doubt that he would." The unknown Japanese man replied. "I like his glare. Ne, I hope you didn't take me in here just to admire him from the sofas?"

"Since I consider you a good friend and business partner I wanted you to get a feel for him before the rest of the party does." Daichi replied.

The man grinned at Jonathan, still holding the boy's face in his hand. He dipped his thumb into Jonathan's mouth, pressing down against his tongue.

Jonathan tried to wrench away in disgust. Panic was starting to build in his chest. Daichi's words scared him. A 'feel', meaning what exactly? Jonathan was starting to imagine himself in the terrible scenario of a gangbang. Maybe it didn't take a genius to figure that out after being prepped all day but Jonathan really, really didn't want to think about it.

"His mouth is dry like sand!" The man exclaimed after playing around with his thick fingers. "Mind if I get him some water? Wouldn't want him to faint after all…"

"He'll be happy swallowing a lot of liquid in a minute." The white man said with a small smirk.

A shudder ran through Jonathan's body and he tried shaking his head. The Japanese man let go of him and stood up, heading for one of the small tables nearby. He picked up a bottle of expensive looking water before coming back.

"Mind if I..?"

"Go ahead." Daichi replied and started backing away to the couches and chairs.

The man uncapped the bottle and held it to Jonathan's lips. He poured a little bit of water inside Jonathan's mouth for the boy to eagerly swallow. Water had never tasted as good and Jonathan tried to signal with his eyes that he wanted more. He made a small whiny noise, almost sticking his tongue out of his mouth but deciding against it. He didn't want to come across as that desperate. The Japanese man smiled and gave him one more sip before taking the bottle away. It wasn't anywhere near enough and Jonathan huffed.

"I promised them a time, so you have twenty minutes, Oda-san." Daichi said from where he had sat down in the plush chairs. Somehow he had summoned Jack who was kneeling between his legs.

"Don't worry." Oda replied and tossed the bottle aside as he stood up. "I can do plenty in twenty minutes."

Jonathan felt his body shiver. He started tugging against his bonds again, panic rising in his chest as Oda stood with his crotch right in front of Jonathan's face. He could do nothing but helplessly watch as Oda unzipped his slightly bulging trousers and then pulled his cock out.

"Wanted some more to drink?" Oda purred and gripped Jonathan's hair. Jonathan tried shaking his head, eyes going crossed as he tried to keep track of the invasive cock. "Yes? Good boy. Here, have a taste."

A large cockhead slid in to rest on his tongue. Jonathan instantly gagged at the taste. Not that Oda was unwashed but the panic and disgust was enough.

"Jonathan.." Jonathan's eyes snapped to attention. No one had called him by name since before the auction. He had been called, slut, slave, whore, dog but not his name. Oda groaned and tightened his grip on Jonathan's hair before he continued. "If you suck me off I'll let you have more water."

Jonathan whined but his throat was still dry, head woozy. He needed the water, especially if he was going to soon be the center of a violent gang bang. Oda pushed his cock further in without waiting for an answer. Jonathan's mind was running fifty miles per hour, every thought spinning away before he could grasp it.

Wait. Jonathan had done this before. He closed his eyes, clearing his head until it was empty and he focused on the task ahead. His stomach growled. If he was promised water, maybe he'd be promised food if he continued being obedient?

Jonathan flattened his tongue down against his teeth and opened his mouth a little more as Oda continued pressing his cock in until it hit the back of Jonathan's throat. Jonathan was a bit desensitised to things filling his mouth so he refrained from gagging and started to focus on making it pleasurable for Oda.

Jonathan kept his eyes squeezed shut to try and distance himself from everything. The taste of cock was almost welcome after a whole day of a dry mouth and no food. Oda stopped with his cock touching the back of Jonathan's throat. He put a hand on Jonathan's chin and angled the boy's head slightly.

"Take a deep breath." He warned and then he pressed his cock right down Jonathan's opened throat.

Jonathan choked on the cock, unable to breathe. His eyes flew open in panic and he was staring straight into the dark suit trousers Oda was wearing. The man above him rocked his hips, fucking his cock down Jonathan's throat. The boy was panicking, unable to breathe. He could feel his peripheral vision getting worse as he became light headed but then Oda pulled out. The man kept the head of his cock in Jonathan's mouth. Jonathan drew deep breaths around the cock, barely registering that he had subconsciously started licking the head.

Oda stroked his cock in his hand until he came, letting all his spunk land across Jonathan's tongue in stripes.

"Swallow and I'll give you water." Oda said, lightly out of breath.

Jonathan obeyed, grimacing the best he could as he did. Oda smirked and looked around. He spotted the discarded water bottle and fetched it, once again holding it to Jonathan's lips so the poor boy could drink.

"Good little cocksucker, eh?" Oda took the bottle away. He patted Jonathan's cheek affectionately. "I thought I'd be able to do a second round but it seems like I'm all spent. Have fun now."

Oda strolled away towards the couches, half disappearing into the shadows as he sat down next to the other two men. Jonathan almost wanted him to come back, if only to give him more mental preparation time for what was to come.

The doors opened again. The lights dimmed a bit until all Jonathan could see was faint shadows beyond the lit stage. Voices filled the room, appreciative murmurs as men piled inside. They oozed around the stage like a cloud of arousal, stalking Jonathan like prey.

Jonathan made one final attempt at tugging himself free from his bonds but found it absolutely useless. Someone stepped up on the stage. Jonathan could hear the wood creaking under nice leather shoes. His heart was pounding against his chest, painfully aware of how exposed and vulnerable he was to the rest of the room.

A leather clad hand smacked down on his ass. A normal spank at that force wouldn't have stung but the added leather did not add any pleasantness. Jonathan yelped at the sting, wiggling against the blooming pain. He was struck again and grunted. Then again, and then again. His ass clenched unwillingly around the plug at every hit.

Jonathan was keeping his head down. He didn't want to see any of the men, neither did he want them to see that his mouth was wide open.

Jonathan hissed and grunted at each slap that rained down on his bottom. He wiggled uselessly in his bonds until the man finally stopped. Jonathan's ass had turned a nice hot pink so the man was satisfied and stepped back. Another stepped up and Jonathan could hear the sound of a bottle popping.

He felt a slick cock slide up his crack and lay against his lower back. A hand landed on his hip for support. The other reached in to grab the plug. It was slowly but surely being pulled out. Jonathan wanted to scream, not from pain but humiliation and desperation.

Jonathan gasped and his head snapped up as the plug finally was tugged out of his hole, leaving it loosened for anyone who wanted entry. Jonathan's eyes desperately searched for his Master, hoping that he could somehow eye himself out of the predicament. He was getting frantic as the man behind him started to rub his cock right over Jonathan's loosened asshole, spreading the lube around. The man's cock caught on Jonathan's rim a few times but he didn't push it in.

Jonathan made sounds of protest, trying to tug himself free. all he could see forward now was the horde of men wanting to fuck him. They spotted the gag in his mouth and one of them stood themselves in front of Jonathan, starting to loosen his trousers.

The cock was crammed inside. Jonathan screamed, trying to tighten his muscles but the head was already past his rim, pushing further and further inside. A cock was whipped out in front of his face and then pushed into his mouth. He was stuffed from both ends. Both men started to rock, keeping different tempos just to make Jonathan even more miserable.

Jack hadn't noticed the hidden zipper at the back of his shorts before he was being pulled up into Master's lap and the man had kindly showed him by pulling it down and exposing his ass. Jack was glowing at the chance to sit with Master, even if it meant having his butt exposed to a room full of people. Somehow having shorts on made him feel even more vulnerable and naked than when he was actually naked.

Jonathan had gone quiet on the stage, stuffed full with cock from both ends. He hadn't really stopped struggling but Jack had stopped paying attention. He didn't hate Jonathan enough to think that he actually deserved that. Cedric was sitting between Mark's knees, hands pretty tied behind his back and Mark's cock fitted into his mouth. Mark couldn't be hard all the way, considering Cedric had the whole cock in his mouth and was still breathing in Mark's pubes.

Oda, Master's colleague, sat next to them too. Jack hadn't met him before but he seemed nice. A bit eccentric but nice. He had slipped Jack a piece of chocolate when Master wasn't looking after all.

Master had placed a hand on Jack's lower back but it was slowly slipping down as Master watched what was going on on stage. Jack tried to sit still, barely breathe in the hope that Master would play with him. It had been too long since he had felt Master's hands on him. He had missed it deeply.

"Are you coming for Christmas, Oda-san?" Master then asked. Two sturdy fingertips found Jack's crack and started to slowly slide down it. Jack shivered on the man's lap. His cage was growing tighter by the second.

Jack tried to tune out the sound from the stage. A rhythmic slapping sound, chorus by grunts and muffled choking noises. Oda was smiling from ear to ear, watching the show in front of him. Most of the men had sat down to wait now so Oda could clearly see Jonathan being banged like a rabbit. He thought he could count to two swallowed loads and three dripping out of Jonathan's ass.

"Thank you for the invitation, Daichi-san. I'd absolutely love to celebrate with you." Oda replied. The fingers had found Jack's hole and started to tug and toy with the plug inside Jack's ass. "But don't you want to get out of Tokyo for a little while? All this smog can't be good for you. I have a cabin near Niseko. All secure and away from people. And plenty of snow will keep them from going far. Of course you too are welcome, Mark-san."

Oda leaned over to direct his last sentence towards Mark. Jack stifled a whimper against Master's neck. Master was busying himself with gently pulling the plug out to the widest point and then letting it slip back in again. The teasing was absolutely driving Jack crazy. But he knew better than to make loud sounds or beg when Master had company. Master didn't like it when Jack spoke around other people.

"Sounds wonderful!" Mark said. He had produced a cigar from somewhere and lit it. "I haven't skied in years! What do you say Daichi-san, hm?"

"Of course." Master replied.

A small knot formed in Jack's belly but it quickly floated away as the plug was properly pulled out. Jack's hole felt open and he squirmed. Master slid his fingers over it, feeling the opening. Jack tried to push his hole down against Master's fingers, wanting them inside him. It only earned him a rough slap against his crack and hole. Jack stifled a whimper and tried to sit still again.

Jonathan swallowed the man's load. It felt like more people were using his mouth than ass. Shame burned bright on Jonathan's face as a man stepped up and swiped his dirty cock over Jonathan's mouth and up against his nose. The man fucking his ass had slowed down to make sure Jack could focus on something other than the terrifying growing pleasure from being fucked from behind.

"Want it?" The man asked with a sneer. Jonathan wanted to cry.

He was still hungry, and thirsty. But somehow it felt like the men were cumming more than usual. Every time a man came in his mouth he had to swallow at least three mouth fulls, and that felt like a lot. His stomach was also telling him that it felt like a lot. The hunger was stronger now than before, like when you have had a small appetizer and are now waiting for the big meal. Jonathan's stomach growled. His eyes followed the cock hungrily. Tears started to flood his eyes as he, defeated, stuck his tongue out to try and chase the rapist's cock. The man laughed and plunged it down Jonathan's throat. The man behind laughed too and continued fucking Jonathan's ass in earnest.

He was sure that the gangbang ran for hours. Every man in the room wanted a turn. Most went for his mouth, to Jonathan's absurd delight. But his ass was really getting a beating too. After a few men had emptied their larger than normal loads inside him, they had realised how to angle their cocks and coax moans out of Jonathan. And if begging for cum hadn't been humiliating enough, the growing erection against a glass table Jonathan was sporting would surely be enough.

He was tired, so, so tired. Tired of the taste of cum. Tired of the smell of dick. Tired of feeling like his ass was being pulled inside out by unruly cocks. The room was spinning as he waa fed cock after cock after cock. His cock grew hard. It curled up against the glass table and slid along the smooth surface as he was fucked. The glass did nothing to make Jonathan cum. It was just teasing his tip. Jonathan wanted to cry. He was so tired and just wanted it to be over. Fuck, he'd do anything. He needed a hug.

"Sit him up." One of the men said. "Let's have him finish himself.

The cock in Jonathan's ass slipped out, followed by a waterfall of cum sliding down his leg. His ass felt empty now without the invading pressure of cock. Jonathan felt like he was going to faint. His mind was destroyed. There was nothing left but a pliant body to be molded. The men untied his arms but Jonathan was too tired to fight. He was lifted up so he was standing on his feet, held up with hands on his upper arms. Jonathan's head hung forward, cum leaking from his mouth.

A strong man pressed himself against his back, wrapping a muscled arm around Jonathan's front to keep him steady. Someone took away a mitten from his hand, but Jonathan didn't react. His head was tipped back onto a shoulder by a warm hand.

"Stroke your cock." A husky voice whispered in his ear. "You want to cum, don't you?"

Jonathan whined in protest as his wrist was grabbed and moved to his cock.

"I can bend you over this table and fuck you again." The husky voice continued. Jonathan recognised it but couldn't place it through the fog in his mind. "Come on. You feel nice. All used and full of men's cum."

Jonathan wrapped his fingers around his cock at the threat of punishment. Using his fingers after so long of having them trapped in those god awful mittens felt fenomenal. Touching his own cock felt good too. Too good. Jonathan was somewhat aware of what he was doing. He knew people were watching. A hand unclipped the gag from his aching jaw. It fell out so Jonathan could close his mouth. It hurt like a bitch and the sharp pain made reality come a little closer.

"Stroke, Jonathan." The man whispered. "You've been raped by countless men all night but your cock is still red and hard. You are such a cock whore now. I don't think anything else will ever satisfy you like this. Do you like the cum running down your legs? Does it feel good to know you're nothing but a cumdump?"

Jonathan had started stroking his cock. The haze returned somewhat and all he could focus on was the whispering voice in his ear. He let out a sob and shook his head. He wasn't a cumdump! This didn't turn him on. He was forced to stroke his cock in front of strangers like this. Nothing about it was sane or consensual. Still he couldn't stop the coiling heat in his lower stomach.

"Say thank you." The voice told him. "Thank all the men for using you as their cumdump."

Jonathan sobbed again, stroking himself faster. He could hear amused chuckles and mumbles in the back. He must look like a right spectacle but he didn't care.

"Th-Thank you." His voice was destroyed. It didn't sound like him anymore. "T-Thank you for using me as y-your cumdum- Ah!"

Jonathan came at the end of his sentence, swiping his thumb over the head of his cock and spurting his meager seed over the glass surface in front of him. He collapsed back against the man behind him and finally he fainted.

Jonathan woke up in his cage the next morning. His head was pounding, ass on absolute fire, throat aching and his stomach felt like a hole. He groaned and curled up, wrapping his arms around his middle with a small whimper.

He couldn't believe yesterday happened. So many men… Jonathan was surprised he didn't faint during the fucking itself. He wanted to throw up, thinking about the ungodly amount of cum he swallowed. And then… Jonathan blushed, feeling regret and shame crawl all over his body as he thought about the grand finish. They had undone one of the mittens. They had undone one of his mittens! And he didn't even think about causing damage! He could have reached back and punched whatever bastard was behind him but instead he had just dutifully wanked himself to completion, crying as he did so. Right there, in the middle of the room.

Jonathan smacked his mittened hand down against the floor in frustration. But the worst part was thinking back and remembering that he was enjoying it. He had enjoyed swallowing cum as it stilled his hunger. He had started to enjoy taking cock up his ass since it had felt good.

Jonathan opened his eyes, shaking his head like the thoughts could just fall out of his ear. He didn't want to think about it. There was no use grueling about being raped. There were two bowls placed in front of his face. Jonathan sat up a little and noticed that one was filled with food, and the other with water. Without thinking Jonathan dipped his head down and started to ravish his food. It didn't last long and then he went on to drink all of his water. The meager food they were given every day had never tasted so good.
Once Jonathan was done he sat back and noticed that next to his food bowl was a third smaller bowl with some candies inside. A note was carefully balanced on the edge. "From Oda" it read. Jonathan eyed the candy suspiciously. But he hadn't had sugar in so long. And who cared if thry were drugged. Nothing could be worse than yesterday. Jonathan leaned down and ate the candies. Picking each of them up with his teeth and chewing them. There weren't many but still enough to be the best treat Jonathan had received in ages.

Jonathan looked over at Jack's cage. Wondering if he too had been given candy, but it was empty. Jonathan frowned and laid down on his back. His hands fell to his sides as he relaxed.

He was left alone for most of the day. Which was unfortunate just today since his head was filled with thought and the image of delicious looking cock. His thoughts wandered away to Oda. He was pretty sure Oda had been the one telling him to touch himself. Being wrapped up in Oda's arms should have felt claustrophobic. Jonathan never liked being held or restrained like that, but with Oda something had been different. Oda had been strong but warm and comforting. Leaning back into him after all the torture he had to endure had felt good. Maybe it was some form of Stockholm syndrome talking. There was no way he actually liked Oda…

Some of the men fetched Jonathan and brought him to relieve himself, and then to eat dinner. Jonathan never noticed that the string tying his hands to his balls was missing.

Jack came back right before bed. He was all cutesy towards his Master who Jonathan ignored. Then the man left and Jack went to sleep without saying anything to Jonathan who pretended like he wasn't hurt. He wasn't going to start a conversation with the beloved house pet of a man but not talking with anyone for a full day always made him mildly stir crazy.

A few days of snowfall passed. Jack was mostly left alone in the cage, mildly shivering since their room seemed to be the only one kept slightly colder than the rest of the house. Jonathan only had one rather thin blanket to cover himself with. Jack had plenty so he was never cold.

Jonathan was taken out of the cage for meals and to relieve himself outside. Which was absolutely horrible now since it was ice cold and snowy outside.

Jonathan was bored out of his mind with his dull existence. There was nothing to do in his cage. He could barely move, even if his arms weren't tied down to his cock anymore. It didn't really make much difference but at least it was something. He spent most of his days thinking, which was becoming a growing problem since his mind seemed to hyperfixate on Oda.

Decorations started appearing in the apartment. Apparently Daichi was a christmas fanatic, if you judged by the size of the two christmas trees that Jonathan had spotted.

Jack was enjoying the early Christmas decorations plenty. Master seemed to be home much more which was nice. Maybe there weren't as many people to murder during the holidays. Jack was allowed to help decorate the Christmas trees. Yes, trees, there were three. Of course he was only allowed the lower branches that he could reach from his knees. Still, putting up tinsel and baubles had been some of the most fun Jack had had so far. And of course since Master was home and Jonathan was locked away, there was more time for sex.

Master had tied Jack up for the first time in a long time. He was laying on his back on the dining table, arms tied down to the side of his thighs, keeping everything on display for Master. He whined quietly, wriggling in his bonds. Master had found a sturdy pillow to put under his head so he could look down at his own body.

Jack's cock was already hard against his stomach from all the anticipation. Master had spent the last few minutes carefully arranging toys below him, pulling up anal beads and dildos, one bigger than the other. Jack licked his lips as he watched Master lube up a string of increasingly larger beads in his hands.

"Ready, pet?" Master asked and Jack feverishly nodded.

Master brought the beads down to his hole and gently rubbed them around his rim. Jack whined quietly, trying to push himself down against the toy. Master tutted and swatted at his thigh before gently starting to press the first bead into him.

It popped in easily. Jack was covered in thick lube but he felt oddly sensitive. The ball felt huge inside him, even if Master's cock was bigger. Jack hadn't seen the lube before so he wondered if it was special. His body felt like it was on fire already.

The bead was eased out again. Jack stifled a whine, biting down at his lip. Then the bead was pushed in again, soon followed by a second, slightly larger bead. Jack gasped. He could already feel the third one pressing against his hole. Master entertained him by giving the beads a gentle tug before pushing them back inside.

"I never got a chance to praise you for behaving so well at the party last weekend." Master then said as he was toying with the beads inside Jack's ass, gently tugging the last one in and out through Jack's rim. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Y-Yes Master!" Jack gasped as the man pushed another bead in. This one was definitely bigger. He could feel it stretch him out inside.

"That's good." Master said. "I'm thinking I should get you a gift for being such a well behaved pet. Something more to keep you entertained in your cage."

A fifth and sixth ball was pushed in. There were two left but Jack felt like he couldn't fit a breath inside him.

"No more!" He gasped. Master only chuckled.

"Easy now." He said softly. "You'll take the last two beads too."

The last bead was the size of a tennis ball. It also had a little bit of texture that Jack would be able to feel through all the lube.

"I'm going to make you into a mess tonight." He then purred and pushed in the seventh ball.

Jack cried out and wiggled. His eyes were wide open, watching the tennis sized ball sitting right by his hole. He could feel it against his hole, demanding entry. Master started pushing it in. Jack let out a deep breath, trying to relax his body as the last bead was slowly pushed into him.

"Good boy." Master purred. "Your hole is getting so wide."

The bead was pulled out along with the one before it. Jack moaned at the feeling of the bead passing by his hole a little too quickly. Then the bead was pressed in again and the last one was once again pushing at his rim. Jack felt like he was getting dizzy. The last bead was slowly pushed forward again. Jack tried to relax his hole, mouth falling open as the pressure increased.

Soon enough the bead popped in and Jack's hole closed around it. His mouth stayed open, breathy moans leaving his lips as his intestines worked around the large toy. He was pretty sure nothing had ever gone that deep before.

"Ma-Master…" He breathed.

"You took them all in." Master praised and laid one slimy hand against Jack's stomach. Jack didn't mind the lube, he just moaned as Master pushed down his fingertips, trying to feel the balls inside him. "Maybe I should leave them inside you? Letting you crawl around with your hole completely stuffed."

Jack moaned in distressed and half in excitement. He didn't know how he'd be able to move like this. He'd probably just lay on his stomach and try to rub his cock against the floor until he came. He hadn't orgasmed in a few days so he was really frustrated already.

Master gently tugged on the balls and then started to pull on them. Jack wasn't ready and he gasped as Master started to quickly pull all the balls out. He could feel his hole opening and closing around the balls as they popped out one after one and then Jack came, untouched all over his stomach. He shuddered through his orgasm, mouth open in surprise. He hadn't even felt it coming, it just happened.

"Oh no what's this?" Master asked with a sigh. "Cumming without permission?"

Ice settled in Jack's gut as he came down from his orgasm high. His eyes widened in realisation.

"Master please I didn't mean to!" He cried out and wiggled a little on the table, as if it would make the cum on his stomach disappear. "I promise! It just happened! I couldn't control it!"

"Couldn't control it?" Master repeated and grabbed the toybox. "Then you certainly need more training, pet. Here, this will help for sure."

He pulled up a metal cage from the toy box and held it up for Jack to see. On the inside of the cage there were spikes. Not sharp enough to pierce skin thankfully but they certainly looked like they hurt. Jack started to wriggle more, shaking his head in fear. His eyes traveled down to his defenceless cock as Master grabbed it and readied the cage.

"Master mercy!" Jack sniffled in despair. "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"

Master hushed him and put the ring around his limp cock. "This is for your best. It won't hurt unless you get yourself hard."

Master carefully threaded Jack's cock into the cage and locked it close. Jack sniffled quietly. The cold metal felt harsh and uninviting against his heated skin but thankfully the spikes didn't hurt. Yet.

Master put the key on the chain around his neck and then worked on tying Jack loose.

Christmas arrived and Jonathan was actually going stir crazy enough in his cage to feel some kind of happiness when he was brought out into Daichi's living room instead of just back into his cage after breakfast. But he was also nervous. Jack had told them that they'd be travelling to Oda's cabin in the middle of absolute nowhere. Which did not sound inviting.

They were packed away in containers. Jack went easily as usual and was given a treat of some kind before he was locked away. Jonathan struggled so he didn't get a treat. He was given a dildo gag instead. Then he was tied up and packed into a sturdy duffel bag. He was picked up and carried out.

The car journey was long. Incredibly long. They stopped twice but Jonathan was never let out of his duffel bag. He just had to suffer in the stuffy dark, feeling like he could barely breathe with the dildo constantly brushing the back of his throat.

After many excruciating hours the car stopped and Jonathan was lifted out. He was carried somewhere and placed down on the floor. Then the bag was opened and Jonathan took a deep breath through his nose. The place smelled extremely different from what he was used to. The air almost felt cleaner than in the big city and as someone took his blindfold off he could see that the place he was now staying in looked very different. The interior design looked more like the interior Jonathan would have imagined in a Japanese home. There were tatami mats on the floor, the walls were a soft beige colour with sliding doors. Outside the giant windows there were heaps of snow. Jonathan's eyes widened and he was barely paying attention as someone untied his hands and legs from their bindings. As soon as he could he crawled out from the bag and straight to the window. He had never seen so much snow in his entire life.

He pressed his nose to the cold window, eagerly watching as more snowflakes gently fell from the dark sky and down onto the plush white ground.

"You'd think he had never seen snow before." A voice behind him said. Jonathan gulped. That voice had been haunting his dreams since he was gang raped. The voice that huskily whispered awful things into his ear as he jerked himself into a stupor.

Jonathan gulped around the gag. Oh damn, he had forgotten that detail. He slowly turned around and fixed whoever was speaking with a weak glare. It was Oda. He was dressed very comfortably in some type of short, dark navy kimono with matching loose fitting trousers. His hair was styled and he had a dragon earring. He was standing next to Daichi who was helping Jack out of his bag.

"I don't think he has." Daichi replied and ran his fingers through Jack's hair.

"Fascinating." Oda said and stepped closer. "Hello, Jonathan. Do you remember me?"

Jonathan's glare sharpened as a response but there was not much he could do except press back against the window. Oda had him cornered. The man bent down, smiling softly as he reached out to pet Jonathan's head. The boy shied away from the touch.

"I take that as a yes." Oda replied. "I think I prefer you all tied up with cum running down your legs. It makes you more pliant, eh?"

The thick cock gag, Oda's voice and demeanour made an unwelcome heat coil in his belly. Jonathan continued glaring whilst Oda smirked. Jonathan, realising that his mittened hands were not tied down anymore, reached up and swung at Oda's face. The mitten missed Oda's nose by a millimetre as the man quickly stepped back to avoid it.

"Did he try to hit you?" Daichi said. He had found a couch to sit on with Jack between his legs. Jack looked horrified. Daichi had a tint of annoyance in one corner of his mouth.

"Yeah." Oda replied. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine. In fact…"

He reached down behind Jonathan's head and undid the gag, pulling it out of his mouth. Jonathan swallowed all the gathered drool and fixated Oda with a glare. He slowly closed his mouth and winced at the pain in his jaws. It had been a long ride, and damn he was hungry.

"I have a room set up for them with your additional requests." Oda said back to Daichi with a cheeky smile. "Should we get them settled in there for dinner?"

"Thank you, that would be wonderful." Daichi said and stood from the couch. Jack kneeled dutifully behind his Master.

Oda started walking but stopped when he realised Jonathan wasn't budging.

"Food, Jonathan." He then said. "Come on. What if it's better than the kibble your owner feeds you?"

Jonathan bit back an angry remark and slowly started crawling after Oda. He looked back at the big windows. Odd choice considering there were two kidnapped young men inside. They were led through a hallway with polished wooden flooring and paperwalls until they reached a room at the end of the hall. Oda slid the doors open and stepped inside. Jonathan followed, curious about where they would be staying. The room was light and warm with big windows, tatami mats and paper walls. The windows were a welcome change of pace. Their room back in the penthouse surprisingly didn't have any windows. In one corner there was a spacious cage, big enough to sit in with some extra centimetres on top. And certainly big enough for two. It was full of blankets and pillows as well, looking almost as homely as Jack's cage.

Two bowls were placed inside the cage and Jonathan could smell it from here. Actual cooked food, might even be pasta. The door to the cage was open so he crawled right over and into the cage without second thought. There was some fried meat on top of rice and vegetables with some sauce. It looked absolutely mouth watering and Jonathan didn't wait for anything okay. He started to immediately dig in, lowering his face to the bowl since he couldn't use his hands.

(If he would have heard what the Japanese men whispered about him then he would have instantly stopped.)

"I'm sorry for his table manners." Daichi whispered in Japanese. He didn't need to disturb the boys by talking loudly in a language they didn't understand. He nudged his pet over to the cage with his foot so he could eat as well before Jonathan devoured both their bowls.

"It's fine." Oda replied and stuck his hands in his pockets. "As long as his ass is in the air I'm fine. Fuck, bro, how do you not fuck him daily."

"He annoys me a tad too much."

Oda chuckled and crept over to the cage. He closed the door before either of the boys could react and then locked it. He put the key away and then he and Daichi headed out of the room. Jonathan didn't care, he just kept eating until he was finished and then sat back up. He had never gulped down food that fast, not even when he was homeless.

That's when he realised he had willingly rushed into a lockable cage and was now stuck in here with Mr. Stockholm syndrome. Jonathan huffed. Jack was still eating, with vigour, but slower than Jonathan. After all, kibble was basically what they were fed at home. Jonathan sometimes had nightmares of their cubed food being replaced by actual dog food.

Jonathan shuffled over to all the pillows and laid down face first. His whole body relaxed into the softness. The blankets smelled like nice laundry detergent.

Once Jack was done eating he squirmed around a bit before finding a corner with a blanket as far from Jonathan as possible. Which was not far. The cage, whilst able to fit two, did not mean that there would be a lot of space between them.

"I- " Jack then started and Jonathan refrained from rolling his eyes. "They'll probably want us to c-cuddle."

"Try it." Jonathan spat venomously. It was bad enough to have to share personal space with Jack. He wasn't about to cuddle the dude.

"I really don't want to be punished." Jack then tried.

"They haven't said anything and even if they did I wouldn't cuddle with you." Jonathan replied. "Man up a bit, yeah?"

Jack's lips pressed together into a thin line. He looked like he wanted to retort but then decided against it and laid down with his back towards Jonathan. Jonathan finally allowed himself to roll his eyes and flipped over too, firmly staring at the door in case it moved. He managed to awkwardly shimmy his feet under a blanket but had trouble pulling it any further up. He hugged himself instead and settled down to monitor the only entry into the room he could see.

He didn't feel safe falling asleep, even if he was tired. Jack's breathing presence behind him didn't help either. He wasn't a big fan of new places.

The lights dimmed after a while. Jonathan tried to stay awake but the day had taken quite a toll on him. Just before he fell asleep he felt a blanket being draped over him by soft hands.

Jonathan woke up the morning after and stretched underneath his blanket. He let out a yawn and then snuggled further into the bedding. He had to say, this might have been the most comfortable bed he had ever slept in. He couldn't quite remember how the blanket landed on top of him but it didn't really matter. Once his eyes had registered which room they were in, Jonathan saw that a man was sitting outside their cage, staring in at them. It was Oda, and he was smiling brightly. Instantly Jonathan's face soured into a scowl.

"Good morning." Oda greeted them and Jonathan could feel Jack stir behind him.

The door to the room slid open and Daixhi stepped through. He was dressed very casually in a kimono but still managed to look expensive just by existing. Jonathan hated him so much. That's when he finally noticed what Oda was wearing. The man had an ugly knitted Christmas sweater on with two ugly reindeer. Red and garish, very unfit for someone Jonathan guessed also was a yakuza member.

"Do you know what day it is?" Oda then asked, still grinning.

Jomathan didn't give him the pleasure of actually answering. He just glared. Jack on the other hand just shook his head. He had sat up and was smiling at his Master.

"It's Christmas!" Oda exclaimed and Jonathan rolled his eyes. Who gave an actual shit? They were captives of two psychopaths, stuck via an institution for sex slavery. Did they expect him to suddenly crack a smile and bounce around because it was christmas?

"Christmas!" Jack exclaimed and crawled up to the gate of their cage. How old wad he? Five? Jonathan wanted to throw up.

Daichi stepped up and opened the cage, letting them out. Jack quickly crawled out of the cage and kneeled prettily by his Master's feet.

"Master, is Cedric here?" Jack then asked, pushing his face in against Daichi's thigh.

"He is." Daichi answered simply and Jack grinned again.

Cedric? Jonathan's mind whirled. Who was - Oh! Jonathan remembered Cedric. He was the very fuckable guy who had been sold with them. The only one with some sense. Cedric had tried to break out with him on the first day. Maybe there was a chance at them escaping together?

"See? I told you he'd be excited." Jonathan was driven out of his thoughts by Oda who had apparently spotted a faint smile on his face. "Let's go get breakfast."

They didn't meet Cedric until after breakfast. Apparently they were both jetlagged and slept in rather late. Oda showed them around the house briefly in the meantime, just a couple of the rooms. The place seemed gigantic as well, almost as big as Daichi's penthouse for elephants. Jonathan was surprised by the amount of windows and doors all around the place. There were so many ways out! This would be easy. All he had to do was get out of all his bindings and then make a run for it. But he was sure that Cedric could help him with the bondage and then they could run out together.

One of the big rooms with a cosy fireplace had a larger than life Christmas tree, fully decorated and underneath it there were presents. Jack had been ecstatic over the decorations. Not only was there a christmas tree, the whole room had been pumped full with santa clauses, garlands, baubles and whatever else supermarkets could get their capitalistic hands on. So whilst Oda and Jonathan put some more decorations on the already overstuffed tree, Jack and Daichi sat back with a sudden agreement that too much was too much.

Cedric and his Master who was apparently named Mark made their appearance known just before lunch. Jonathan gasped when he saw Cedric. He remembered the guy being tattooed, but not to the extent that it covered practically his whole body. He looked gorgeous and Jonathan felt almost guilty. Clearly, Cedric hadn't been tattooed like that by his free will. Mark on the other hand looked like… A Mark. He might have been the most ordinary white man Jonathan had ever seen. Daichi and Oda were both hot. Psychopaths, sure, but at least they were hot psychopaths.

They had lunch together. Mark, Oda and Daichi had lunch at a low table. They enjoyed a buffet of good looking food. The pets enjoyed a somewhat decent cut of what they were having. Once lunch was out of the way, the Master's settled in the dubbed Christmas room to chat. Oda had arranged a nest of blankets and pillows amongst the Christmas decor for the three pets.

Cedric hugged Jack close. Kissing his head and holding him close. The bastard had leather shorts on. Jonathan felt exposed even if he was used to being naked by now. But mostly he felt awkward watching them share such an intimate hug. He wasn't expecting that. Cedric let go of Jack and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan shifted on his pillow. Did he go in for the hug? He wasn't exactly able to do a handshake.

Cedric answered the question by drawing him in for a tight hug. Jonathan relaxed in his grasp and hugged him back. He closed his eyes, burying his face in the crook of Cedric's neck.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Cedric then breathed to him. "I know it's not ideal but this sure is better than being dead."

"Are you sure?" Jonathan sighed and then slowly let go of Cedric, slipping out of the much needed embrace.

Cedric chuckled and moved a little closer to Jonathan, presumably so they could talk without invading ears.

"I promise you there's worse fates than being dead too." Cedric then muttered. He reached out for Jonathan and brought him down to lay in his lap. Jonathan, submissive and pliable, laid down with his head cushioned in Cedric's lap. And suddenly Jonathan felt like he was back at the institution. Slowly waking up a groggy Jack whilst Cedric tried to keep them all calm and sane.

"I'm curious and I don't want to know." Jonathan replied. Cedric chuckled again. Jonathan's heart started beating harder as he thought about how to formulate his next sentence. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and have Jonathan, or Cedric, report him to the council of dickheads. He didn't know where Cedric stood on the matter after all. "Have you ever.. You know? Tried to run?"

Jonathan leaned in so he could whisper the last part, hopefully avoiding some unwanted ears at least. Cedric's gaze hardened slightly at the question.

"Yeah. Who hasn't?" Cedric asked and raised an eyebrow.

"Wanna try it?" Jonathan pressed on and nervously licked his bottom lip.

"Now?" Cedric asked with a raised eyebrow. "There is snow outside a metre thick. Even if you get out of the doors there's no way you'll survive, you know."

Jonathan turned his head to look out of the window. There was indeed a mountain of snow outside and it looked windy as well. Neither he nor Cedric had any clothes apart from one set of leather shorts to share.

"I'm not saying I don't want to run." Cedric then continued, lowering his voice further and leaning in so close that his lips almost touched Jonathan's ear. "We just need a small bit of planning and some momentum, alright?"

Jonathan nodded with a sigh.

Dinner was served, a proper christmas meal this time with Turkey and things. Jonathan couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a real Christmas dinner. It must have been before his grandparents passed… The food was absolutely delicious and way better than what Daichi served them everyday.

They moved back into the Christmas-explosion room. The business men sat down around the coffee table with cups of tea and an array of biscuits and candy. Cedric was kneeling beautifully next to Mark's chair, arms crossed behind his back and head bent down slightly. Jack was resting his chin on Daichi's knee. Jonathan was sitting criss-cross on the floor, eyeing the candy on the table. How no one in the room found it strange that half of the men in the room were sitting on the floor was beyond Jonathan's mind.

"Should we open presents?" Oda then suggested.

There's presents? Jonathan thought with an internal sigh.

The other's agreed. Jack perked up at the sound of it.

"Go see what is under the tree." Daichi ordered Jack who quickly crawled off to do his bidding.

"For Jack!" Jack read on the first present. He carefully crawled back with the gift and opened it in front of Daichi who was clearly the obvious gift giver. Jack pulled out a stuffed teddy bear. He happily hugged it to his chest and beamed up at his Master. Jack wanted to throw up. What was he? Five?

A few more presents were handed out. Daichi, Oda and Mark seemed to have gotten each other showy expensive presents. Even if Oda and everyone else except Daichi seemed a little confused about the set of keys Daichi had given Oda. Jack was clearly given the most. He got a lot of things to keep him occupied in his cage and some sex toys that made him blush. Cedric was given a couple of books. He looked surprised but incredibly grateful.

"I should explain my gift." Daichi then started when all the gifts were given. "I know we discussed this previously but as a thank you and sign of good faith I've decided to give you Jonathan."

Oda's eyes widened. Jonathan's jaw dropped. The room seemed to still and suddenly it seemed like neither Jonathan nor Oda knew what to do.

"But, Daichi, that is a lot!" Oda said, holding the keys loosely in one hand. "You should at least let me pay half the price we settled on!"

"I insist." Daichi just said simply. "The keys are for the cuffs, mittens and collar."

"Thank you so very much!" Oda said and stood up. He crossed the coffee table to reach out and shake Daichi's hand. "This is very, very kind! I don't know how I will repay you!"

"Don't mention it." Daichi said and leaned back to pet Jack who nuzzled into his hand. "I can't promise you a well behaved pet, I'm afraid."

Oda grinned and turned to Jonathan who was still too dumbstruck to form a proper sentence.

"That's the way I like it."

Jonathan couldn't sleep that night. He laid wide awake and stared at the bars of his cage. A few strings of moonlight illuminated the otherwise dark room through the drawn blinds. He had been sold again. Not even sold, just given away, for free. Like a gift. He figured he should be used to this treatment by now. Daichi wasn't the first bastard to give him away, he would probably not be the last either.

Jack snuffled behind him, sound asleep and clutching the stupid teddy he had been given. Jonathan was pretty sure that Jack was his age or older, but still he acted like a dumb child. Jonathan turned over to face Jack. At least he wouldn't have to see that dumb face anymore, peacefully sleeping. Jonathan flipped over on his back to stare up at the ceiling. He was restless.

He didn't feel Jack seeking warmth until the man had managed to place his head on Jonathan's chest. Jonathan glared down at him but all he could see was the top of Jack's head. His arm was being squished under Jonathan's body and he tried to wiggle it out. Jack turned his body a little in his sleep, pressing his front up against Jonathan's side. Now Jonathan's arm was free, somewhat. The most comfortable way to have his arm was around Jack's waist. His gloved hand rested on Jack's hip. He tried to ignore that they were both naked. Jonathan sighed and closed his eyes.

Jack smiled to himself and started falling back asleep. Jonathan made a great pillow.

They left the next day. Jonathan's heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest as he watched Jack get packed away into a suitcase. The same with Cedric. Jonathan was the only one left and he was kneeling on the floor in the hallway of the house. Was this where he was going to live now? Jonathan watched Daichi come up to Oda, shake his hand and say goodbye in Japanese. Then he stepped up to where Jonathan was kneeling. Jonathan looked up at him. One part of him had enjoyed living with Daichi. It had been warm, pleasant. He hadn't been raped daily, beaten or starved. Now he was facing the unknown again and suddenly he felt like he didn't want it. Jonathan was tired of fighting everything he knew he was going to lose. Usually he'd be proud of changing "owner". It meant that the previous one had grown tired and failed to tame him. But this didn't feel like a loss for Daichi. It felt like a loss for Jonathan.

"Be good." Daichi said and ruffled Jonathan's hair.

Then they were walking out of the doors. Jonathan refrained from throwing himself after them. His heart was still racing as the doors closed and all the voices turned to silence. Now it was just him and Oda left. Oda was wearing suit pants and a loose fitting dress shirt. The top buttons were open. His long hair was tied up in a bun, showing off his pierced ears. Oda sighed and pulled his shirt open to scratch at his chest.

"Geez." He then sighed. "I love guests but fuck, I love when they leave."

Daichi rarely swore. Jonathan was a little taken back by the sudden switch of demeanour. Oda turned to him and Jonathan refrained from gulping his nervousness back down to his stomach.

"I don't like that look of fear on you." Oda told him. Was it really that obvious? "Oh well. Let's go and get the ordinary things settled then, shall we?"

Oda turned to walk towards the living room not decorated like Santa's workshop. Jonathan didn't budge. He was staring at the door, like a dog waiting for its Master to return. Oda made a 'tsk' noise when he realised Jonathan wasn't following orders.

"Difficult already?" Oda asked and walked back. He passed the coathanger and grabbed a leash that had been hidden amongst the outerwear. He quickly clicked it into Jonathan's collar and tugged him along. Jonathan crawled. The familiar tug instantly got his body into motion even if his head was completely elsewhere. Oda led him into the room and sat down on the couch. Jonathan was forced to kneel between his legs.

Oda had placed a few items next to him on the couch. One was a new, sturdy and thick leather collar. Jonathan glared at it but didn't really have a choice as it was placed around his neck and locked in place. Then the other collar was removed. The old collar was barely more than a necklace. This one felt almost heavy. Jonathan instantly hated it. Oda grabbed Jonathan's hands and undid the mittens, removing them from his hands for the first time since the awful night at the party. He instantly stretched his fingers, hearing them crack.

"There." Oda said calmly. "This was a little sudden. But it seemed like Daichi really didn't want you since he gave you away prematurely, for free."

Jonathan only grumbled something akin to 'fuck off'. Oda smirked but didn't reprimand him. Jonathan kept wiggling his fingers and wrists. They felt weak and he wondered if his muscles had diminished enough to leave permanent damage. He sure fucking hope not. He'd put killing Daichi on his bucket list if so.

"Let's see." Oda then hummed. "What else? I'll make sure to have your room setup before we get home. Until then you'll have to sleep in the cage but at least you'll get to sleep in it alone, yeah? Oh, right, basic rules. Refer to me as Sir or Master when other people are around. As much as I'd love to hear you call me sir at all times, I know you won't do it. Don't leave the house, don't touch your cock without permission. That should be it. The less rules for you to break, the better, don't you think?"

That's it? Don't leave? So Jonathan could walk around, sass back? Oda didn't care? Jonathan reached up to touch his collar. He felt strange. He thought he'd be delighted to be rid of Daichi, and Jack. But now it felt like his mind was elsewhere. Like he was watching his body in third person.

Oda sent him back to his room with the cage and Jonathan spent hours there, alone. He had grabbed a pillow to hug to his chest, it smelled like Jack. And he was staring at the ceiling, as if he was thinking but he didn't seem to be able to get a thought out. He found himself constantly having to unclench his fingers.

Nothing really happened for a couple of days. Jonathan was locked in the cage, except for toilet breaks and meals. It seemed like Oda was a busy man, considering how much he was gone. But Jonathan was used to it. Since he had his fingers back he spent his time biting his nails that had grown way too long during their stay in mittens and also scratching little patterns into the tatami floors.

Finally on the third day since Daichi and the other's left, Oda declared that they were also leaving. This was only a vacation house after all and it was time to go back home, or so Oda said. Jonathan was happy to get out of the cage and even happier when Oda laid out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie for him to wear. He quickly got dressed and hugged himself, feeling the soft material of the hoodie hug back. The clothes smelled new and fresh so Oda must have just bought them.

Then Oda got him to stand up and led him out of the room. Jonathan was still a little embarrassed that he couldn't walk right. His knees buckled and his shins strained with each step. He had to clutch Oda's arm every time they walked more than a few steps. Oda helped him get his feet into a pair of sneakers and then guided him out to a sleek, modern looking car. Oda opened the passenger door, to Jonathan's surprise, and let him get in. Jonathan sat down, grateful to give his aching legs some rest. Oda hopped in on the driver's side and off they went. Jonathan stared out the window. There was whote, powdery snow as far as the eye could see.

"We've got a bit of a long drive ahead." Oda then told him. "Just tell me if you need anything and I'll stop."

Jonathan nodded mutely. He didn't particularly feel like pissing Oda off just yet so he was playing it nice. Something about Oda felt off in the worst way and Jonathan couldn't put a finger on it. Daichi had oozed of rich psychopath. The way he dressed, the way he spoke, the way his demeanor was void of any emotion. Oda looked so ordinary. He didn't have the sneer that other psycopathic slave owners had. Quite the opposite actually. He was constantly smiling like he held onto a secret he would never tell you.

And he never shut up.

Jonathan figured out pretty quickly that Oda enjoyed the sound of his own voice very much. He talked non stop in the car about everything from the weather to politics to baseball. He had a lot of questions about American baseball teams, something Jonathan was rather inept at.

"So if Jonson would just have scored that extra point they would have won the entire season but no! The other bastard.."

"You talk too much." Jonathan finally snapped. He felt like his head was going to explode! Then he paused when he realised that he had practically insulted someone with a license to kill him. He hoped hell was quiet.

Oda was stunned into some blissful silence for a second. Then he burst out laughing. Jonathan's eyes widened slightly and he stared at Oda.

"It's called polite conversation." Oda then said once he had collected himself. He was still grinning from ear to ear. Jonathan wanted to punch him. "If you actually replied I wouldn't have to talk as much."

"I figured if I didn't reply you would stop talking after a while!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"That's where you are wrong!" Oda replied with a grin. "Sometimes the most interesting person in a room, or a car, is yourself. So keeping yourself entertained is a valuable skill. Now, please can you explain to me what Walmart's function is?"

Jonathan pressed his forehead to the window of the car door in exhaustion.

The cities grew denser as they came closer to what Jonathan supposed was Tokyo. But before they could enter the actual city, Oda steered the car down another path and they soon found themselves in front of a rather modest looking Japanese home. It was kept behind large hedges and fences of course but Jonathan would probably be able to climb them with some luck. Oda parked the car next to his other two similarly shaped modern cars. Jonathan hadn't even realised that they had traveled all the way and his escape window had disappeared due to disengaging conversation.

Oda smirked at Jonathan's mildly shocked and tired expression before he got out of the car. Jonathan stepped out too. He was already looking for all the security features and possible loopholes to them as Oda walked him over to the door. The inside of the house looked typically japanese. A lot more modest than Daichi's designer penthouse for sure. Oda took his shoes off in the slightly lowered door area. The shoes were placed neatly to the side.

"Welcome home!" Oda said with a smile. "I took the liberty of designing your room but if there are things you'd like, don't hesitate to ask. Let's go look at it, shall we?"

Oda headed further into the home and Jonathan was too stunned at the idea of his own bedroom to do anything but follow. There seemed to not be too many rooms in the house and all the rooms were rather large by the looks of things. Oda opened a sturdy sliding door to the right of the apparent living room and Jonathan was shown into a simple bedroom. There was a bed, a wardrobe, a desk and large windows facing a garden. The bed had an actual frame and mattress. Sheets, pillows and blankets, multiple pillows and blankets.

"What..?" Jonathan whispered and then turned to glare at Oda. "Fuck you. What is this?"

"Your room." Oda said simply. He was leaning in the doorway, just a tad bit taller than Jonathan. "Don't you like it?"

"Fuck off, this isn't my room." Jonathan said and turned back to look at the room. "The windows! I'll break right through those!"

"Shatterproof glass." Oda said calmly. "I got you some clothes as well if you look in the wardrobe. I guessed your size but I think most of it will fit."

Jonathan stomped his way over to the wardrobe and threw it open. Inside hung jeans and tshirts. All of the clothing items had the tags still on them and seemed to be of good quality brands.

"You can order some online as well if you…"

"What's the catch?" Jonathan snapped. He slammed the wardrobe door shut, cringing at the loud noise it made. "I'm not going to be grateful."

"I didn't expect you to." Oda said calmly. "And no catch. I just don't have to treat you horribly because you are my sex slave."

"This is your way of not treating me horribly?" Jonathan seethed. "Giving me a room and clothing?"

"It's a start." Oda replied with a small shrug. "The walls are all reinforced. The glass is unbreakable and this door only locks from the outside. Oh and there's a bathroom through that door. I have to go and take some calls. I'll be back in a bit."

Oda pointed to a second door in the room. Jonathan hadn't even noticed it. Then he left Jonathan alone in the first nice bedroom he had had since way before he was kidnapped. He walked over to the bed and sat down on it. The mattress felt good, not too soft and not too firm. He laid back, cushioning his head on the pillows, letting out a soft sigh in comfort. The sun was shining beautifully through his big windows and he shifted a little so he could look out.

Jonathan was all alone in the room. He glanced around for cameras but couldn't seem to find any. He turned back to stare back out the window and felt tears start to bead up in his eyes. He put his fist in his mouth and bit his knuckles to stifle any sobs, feeling tears run down his cheeks.

He was so grateful.

Oda came back with Mcdonalds. Jonathan salivated at the mere look of it. Those one dollar cheeseburgers used to save his ass when he was practically homeless. They were eating in the living room with the large doors open, letting in fresh air and clear sunlight. It wasn't too cold even if it was apparently somewhere around the shift between December and January.

Jonathan scarfed down a quarter pounder, six nuggets, fries and a milkshake. God he didn't realise how tasty food could be after Daichi starved him for god knows how long. Once he had cleaned every fry crumb from his placemat he laid back on the floor, hands holding his slightly bloated stomach. The table was a typical Japanese one so they were sitting on the floor, or in Jonathan's case, laying down.

"You have a good appetite." Oda said and leaned back to support himself with his hands. "If there's any food you want for meals, don't hesitate to tell me. We really need to put some weight on your bones and I'm not exactly strapped for cash."

Now that was an offer Jonathan couldn't refuse.

Jonathan and Oda spent the rest of the evening just relaxing. Oda showed him around the house a little more and then settled them down on a couch to watch a movie. Oda let Jonathan pick whatever he wanted from Netflix, which was slightly overwhelming. Jonathan finally managed to settle on some criminal drama and watched it with big wide eyes. He hadn't seen a movie in forever either. He barely realised that Oda had his arm draped behind him.

Jonathan didn't realise that he had fallen asleep until he was shuffled awake by strong arms lifting him up. He groaned quietly at being disturbed. He wasn't a fan of being woken up, less being carried. Jonathan felt himself get laid down onto something soft and then carefully tucked in.

"How'the movie end?" He drawled sleepily.

"The kidnapper got shot and died. The cop was promoted to some kind of deputy." Oda replied as he corrected the blanket.

"Good." Jonathan hummed and snuggled into the blankets. Soon he was out like a light again.

Oda waited for a few minutes, just watching Jonathan from the doorway. It was nice to have a companion but Oda wasn't exactly looking for a partner. He wanted entertainment. Still, Oda had to walk on his tip-toes at first if he wanted his plan to work at all. He left the room briefly to get the supplies he needed and then walked back to Jonathan's bed. He gently placed down the box of things on the bedside table. He picked up a bottle of chloroform. He opened it and held it under Jonathan's nose until he was sure he was properly out.

Oda pulled the blankets down and then worked on undressing Jonathan's lower half. The man didn't move a muscle. Perfect. Oda also pulled Jonathan's shirt up to expose his chest. He grabbed one of the many cream medications he had picked up for Jonathan. This particular cream was made to heighten senses, mainly pleasure of course. Oda started by gently rubbing it into Jonathan's nipples. He tugged and played with them until they were erect and wet from the cream. Then he moved down and spread Jonathan's legs apart. His legs were awfully skinny now but they sure seemed to have the capacity for beautiful muscles.

Oda poured some more cream onto his fingers and reached down to rub them in between Jonathan's cheeks. Again he poured a little more before finding Jonathan's hole. He made sure to rub a lot of cream into the puckered skin before digging a finger inside. Jonathan was tight. Really tight. His ass was clenching down around the single finger as Oda rubbed cream all around Jonathan's inner walls. Jonathan's breathing grew a little heavier but other than that there was no signs of disturbance. Oda continued until he was sure Jonathan's insides were completely coated. Then he slipped his finger out and pulled Jonathan's trousers back up.

Jonathan had surely gone from the bottom to the top when it came to owners. This one gave him clothes to wear, let him order clothes himself (!), fed him three good meals a day and anything Jonathan wanted. But best of all? He left Jonathan the fuck alone. Not like Daichi leaving Jonathan alone in a cage for twenty three hours a day with nothing but the wall to stare at. Instead Jonathan was kept in a room, with books to read and more books ordered. He also had a deck of cards so he had been practising building card houses on the tatami mat in his room which was surprisingly good for card houses. But you could only make so many card houses and read so many pages out of a book before getting terribly bored. So whenever Oda was home, Jonathan followed him around like a shadow. Jonathan's door, which locked itself from the outside, was usually open whenever Oda was home. So Jonathan took to following him around.

The first time Oda noticed he was being watched and followed was when he was attending his plants in the living room. He gazed over his shoulder to see Jonathan peeking to him from the living room door.

"Anything you need?" Oda has asked calmly. He turned back to finish watering his remaining two plants.

At first Jonathan was quiet so Oda figured he had left once he had been spotted.

"I'm bored." Jonathan then said and Oda turned around properly this time.

Oda kept his calm and gave Jonathan a small smile but inside he was celebrating.

"Want to watch a movie?"

Jonathan eagerly nodded.

This routine went on for a few days. Oda had managed to get dayshifts so he always had his nights to spend with his new toy. He repeated his process every night, lightly dosing Jonathan with chloroform, rubbing the cream in all his pleasure spots aside from his cock. The most devious thing about the cream Oda was using was that it would slowly but surely make the areas it was used on more sensitive over time, even without the cream. And of course, it would be a permanent change.

A week passed and Jonathan was surprised he hadn't been used yet. The only time he had been touched at all was the occasional arm slung across the back of the couch when they watched a movie. He was also finding himself in a bit of a predicament. He was getting increasingly horny. Every time he woke up he woke up hard, which used to be the norm but after getting kidnapped it had barely happened. Daichi had never fucked him either but that had never bothered Jonathan. It wasn't like he wanted to be fucked or have sex but it felt sort of empty to not be used.

Jonathan devised a plan that evening. He complained about being tired and headed to bed early. He slipped in under the covers off his bed and warily eyed the camera in his room. It hadn't taken him long to spot that one at all. It wasn't like Oda had actually tried to hide it either. Jonathan closed his eyes and relaxed with practiced ease. After a while he let his breath grow heavy and even out, as if he was asleep. He played that charade for a while before turning over in his "sleep", laying himself out on his stomach. He kept his legs spread wide and wriggled, letting one of his arms land underneath him. He reached down into his loose sweatpants and laid his fingers on his cock for the first time in so long. He felt his heart pounding. This was the only rule he had never broken before. It was pretty much also the only rule Oda had given him.

It felt dirty.

But it shouldn't.

Jonathan owned his body. He was allowed to do as he pleased with it. He was already hard. His length throbbed in his hand and his fingers felt forreign yet familiar as they ran themselves up and down his length. He made sure to stifle any noises, not wanting to alert the cameras in case they were sound sensitive. It was a bit awkward to do it like this without making any movements the camera might pick up. He rubbed his fingers over the head of his cock and shuddered. It had been so long and it felt so good.

He started stroking and rubbing a little faster, pushing his face into the pillow. Some precum beaded under his fingers and he rubbed it onto his head to get a better slide. His blankets were getting too warm and he felt sticky but he didn't dare to take them off in case Oda saw something. He didn't dare to think about what the punishment would be if he was found out.

Not being able to properly stroke was getting a little frustrating. Jonathan gritted his teeth and allowed the most gentle of movements along his cock and finally he was getting some good movements in.

The door creaked open and Jonathan paled. He closed his eyes in the dark and slipped his hand out of his sweatpants. He put it underneath his stomach instead and tried to fake being asleep as the person, who he could only guess was Oda, stepped inside. Soft, barely audible footsteps closed in on the bed. A careful figure sat itself down next to him and Jonathan felt his heart thump painfully against his ribs.

A gentle hand reached out and stroked his hair. God Jonathan was sweaty already and his hair was wet from it. But most important, did Oda always come in to do this at night? Creepy guy.

Jonathan didn't know when he was supposed to pretend to wake up. He used to be a light sleeper but in this bed a bomb wouldn't wake him.

Oda removed his hand from Jonathan's hair for a second. Then he slipped his hand under the sheets. Jonathan gritted his teeth together to stay quiet. Oda's hand felt his sweaty back and he hummed quietly and then moved his hand. He did some type of movement but Jonathan could only guess what it was since he still had his eyes closed.

Hands came back and gripped his wrist. It was gently moved down behind his back and then something leathery was wrapped around it. His eyes flew open and he started instantly struggling. His cover was forgotten but Oda was strong and quick. He had both Jonathan's wrists tied within seconds.

"What the fuck?" Jonathan yelled and squirmed around in the bed, trying to break out. Oda put an end to his struggles by placing one of his knees in the middle of Jonathan's back. He held him down and reached for the lightswitch on the wall. He turned the lights on in the room and Jonathan blinked in annoyance. He wiggled again but he was efficiently stuck under Oda.

"What did I do?" Jonathan bellowed.

"I'm not dumb, you know." Oda then said calmly.

Jonathan blushed furiously but still tried to feign innocence.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jonathan huffed. "Get off me!"

"So if I turn you over now, you won't be hard with precum everywhere?" Oda asked. "If you admit it then I'll go easy on you, if not then I'll add lying to your offences."

"Ain't a rule about lying." Jonathan muttered. His cock was still hard, almost harder than before as he was pressed into the mattress.

Oda chuckled above him and Jonathan felt his fingers go through the back of his hair. He shook his head to get the invasive fingers away.

"I'm adding it now." Oda said calmly. "Now, what will it be?"

What point was there in pretending? Jonatgan deflated into the bed. He had been found out. The gig was up.

"I- I touched myself." Jonathan sputtered out and his cheeks heated up even more.

"Mhm." Oda hummed. Jonathan could hear the arousal in his voice and it made him sick. "Really I should punish you. Maybe I will. But first I think we need to deal with that little problem of yours, don't we?"

Jonathan growled and wriggled half heartedly to get away. The blankets were pulled away properly and then Oda reached down to run his fingers over Jonathan's naked lower back. His fingers were rough but the touch was gentle and sent a shiver up Jonathan's spine.

Oda's knee kept Jonathan from twisting away. He reached down with both hands to Jonathan's waist and started shimming the loose sweatpants. Jonathan wished he had slept in jeans. The sweatpants offered no resistance and just fell down to expose Jonathan's lower half.

"Fucking perverted bastard." Jonathan blurted out. "Asshole. Idiot! Scum of the earth!"

"Scum of the earth." Oda repeated with a smirk. "I like that."

Oda moved to sit down on the bed and swiftly moved Jonathan to lay over his lap. He used one arm to keep his upper body pinned down and used his legs to keep Jonathan's legs pinned as well. Jonathan's ass was jutting up in this position.

Still Jonathan couldn't help but struggle. All that earned him was a harsh swat to his upturned ass. Jonathan despised being spanked. It was the worst punishment since it made him feel humiliated each time it happened. And it served no use since he could deal with the pain anyway.

Oda reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of what Jonathan assumed was lube. He heard it pop open and it sent him into a frenzy. He doubled his efforts to break away and had never felt so vulnerable and naked in his life. It was horrible.

"Get off me you mother fucker!" Jonathan yelled. "I'm going to break your neck you fucking asshole!"

Oda just laughed and brought his lubed up fingers down between Jonathan's cheeks. His legs were a bit spread in this position so it was easy for Oda to just reach in and find Jonathan's hole with his wet fingertips.

Jonathan shuddered when he felt the long fingers poke at such an intimate place. Sure the fingers were invasive and it felt awful but the absolute worst part was that Jonathan found it pleasurable. Oda was barely doing anything, just running a finger lightly around his hole.

"G-Get off!" Jonathan tried to snap out of it. His muscles had relaxed and he had stopped struggling for a second but now he was going at it again. However Oda didn't stop. He just kept rubbing lube into Jonathan's rim. Then he dipped his finger inside and a small moan escaped Jonathan's lips.

Oda smirked and pushed his finger deeper inside. It was just a finger and normally Jonathan hated the sensation. Well he still hated it but now it felt pleasurable, immensely pleasurable. The finger pushed down and stroked back and forth a little until he found Jonathan's prostate.

Jonathan mewled.

He had never made a noise like that before. His mouth fell open in surprise and he lost all train of thought. He stared at nothing as Oda continued gently fucking him with his finger. Oda was making sure to touch Jonathan's prostate each time he pushed his finger in. Soon enough he added a second finger and Jonathan whined.

"W-What's -ah- What's happening?" Jonathan let out. His ass was stretching around the two fingers inside and it made his whole body tingle. He had never felt such intense pleasure before.

"Well." Oda hummed casually and crooked his fingers, causing another whine to escape Jonathan. Oda started scissoring Jonathan apart. Jonathan felt like a toy. "If your body gets used to something like anal. Which is something your body has been used to in the past. And then you suddenly stop giving it anal then the feeling will come back a lot stronger. But I have never seen someone this sensitive before. Your hole is so nice and soft, really inviting. It's practically sucking my fingers back inside. I think you really want this."

"Stooop." Jonathan whined and shook his head. "T-That's not true! S-Stop this right now!"

All Oda did was just finger him faster. He was very proficient and knew exactly where to press to make Jonathan's brain melt. His mouth was open and he was panting. His cock was aching underneath him and he could feel his orgasm start to build.

"I'm gonna c-cum!" Jonathan moaned again. God his brain was turning into mush. His eyes were looking at nothing and all his senses were focused on his ass and the fingers entering him over and over again. He couldn't escape it and he barely wanted to either. He was so close. So damn close.

With a yell he came over the edge. Cum spurted out of his cock and all over Oda's thigh and the bed. Oda kept going, milking out the last of Jonathan's cum by pressing down on his prostate.

"What a good boy." Oda praised him but Jonathan was gone. He was still panting, head spinning. "I really shouldn't reward you for touching yourself. I'll try punishing you properly tomorrow."

Oda reached for Jonathan's handcuffs and undid them. Jonathan's hands just fell to his sides. His face was slack against the sheets. Still in disbelief over what just happened. Oda untangled their legs and got up. He patted Jonathan's back and then put the blankets back over his body. He tucked him in properly and then walked back towards the door.

"Goodnight." Oda said calmly from the doorway, as if he hadn't just given Jonathan one of the best orgasms of his life. Then he shut the door.

Jonathan couldn't breathe. What the fuck had just happened? A fingering had never felt that good before and Jonathan felt like nothing good would ever come of this. His asscheeks felt wet and sticky now and his front as well. God. What was wrong with him!? He was acting like Jack for god's sake!

Jonathan flipped over and lifted his hands to his face to rub it. He felt violated. Both by Oda and by his own damn body. As if he had been betrayed. He had been betrayed. Oda was supposed to be a good, calm guy. Not the absolute monster he was now turning into in Jonathan's eyes. He finally thought he was safe but no, the bastard had to go and ruin it.

Jonathan refuses to cry.

He tossed and turned until light started seeping in from the blinds.

Jonathan woke up to the smell of pancakes the next morning. On the table beside his bed there was a tray with a stack of pancakes, a cup of tea and a note. Jonathan snatched the note.

"I'll be back in time for dinner. Left a sandwich on your desk and a DVD player. Got a few movies on it. Didn't know what you liked. Picked the top five from IMDB. x"

Jonathan left the pancakes to go and investigate the DVD. The bastard couldn't be dumb enough to just leave a DVD player right? The black thing laid on his desk. It looked like one of those screens you strapped to the back of car seats. Thank god.

He turned back to the pancakes. He was pretty hungry and they looked delicious.

Jonathan devoured the pancakes and then took a well earned shower. He scrubbed his body five times to get rid of the lingering handprints on his body. He gave up when the feeling of Oda's fingers inside him didn't disappear and he got out of the shower to put on almost every single clothing item from his wardrobe. That way Oda would have a hell trying to get him naked.

He sat down on his bed with the DVD thing. It was rather easy to figure out and soon he was watching The Shawshank redemption. It had been a while since he watched a movie on his own so he tried to relax and watch it.

Jonathan managed to squeeze in The Godfather right after whilst eating a sandwich. He sas getting antsy towards the end of the movie. It was good but also so damn long. And the whole mafia thing made him a little uneasy now. At least they weren't Japanese. Jonathan didn't know if he could handle it if they were.

Once the Godfather ended he had grown tired of watching movies and just stared out of the window. The weather wasn't even nice. It was overcast and Jonathan swore he saw a few water droplets hit the grass. God he wished he could go outside. He rubbed his face and then laid down on the bed.

Jonathan heard the click from the front door and sat up. He listened carefully but didn't hear anything else until soft steps sounded outside his door. His own door slid open and Oda smiled back at him. He looked a little tired and was dressed nicely in a nice suit. His smile turned humorous when he saw what Jonathan was wearing.

"Do I need to turn up the heating?" He asked calmly and leaned into the doorframe. God, Jonathan hated him.

"No." He spat back.

"Did you like the movies?"

"Yeah…"

"Good, good. You know where to find me."

Oda stayed in the door for a breath too long before leaving. Jonathan glared at his retreating form. He wasn't going to leave his room. He had another movie to watch and he could do it all on his own.

Twenty minutes later, Jonathan was in the doorway to the living room and glaring at Oda on the couch. The man had redressed into more comfortable clothes and was lounging on the couch. The TV was on and there was some kind of japanese game show on. Jonathan stomped over to the couch and sat down as far away as he could, silently watching the TV.

Oda didn't say anything. He watched the screen as well, chuckling when something funny happened. Jonathan sat perfectly still for the first bit, but as the show dragged on, Jonathan inched closer to Oda. Soon enough he was sitting right next to him and Oda's arm was loosely wrapped around his shoulders. Jonathan leaned into Oda's warm chest but he wasn't sure why. It just felt right. Oda was the first person in a long time who treated him like an actual human. Sure, he was wearing Oda's collar and the man had raped him before bed last night but there weren't any annoying rules. Oda didn't seem to enjoy hurting him either. He fed him, kept him clothed and even went out of his way to keep him entertained.

"Come on, I want to show you something." Oda said after a while. Jonathan flinched back to reality and sat up straight. He didn't trust Oda at all but found no real reason not to follow him.

Oda stood up and walked out of the livingroom. He walked down the corridor, past the room Jonathan figured was Oda's bedroom and then opened a door into a room Jonathan had never been in before. Oda didn't let him see the inside before Jonathan had stepped inside and Oda had closed the door behind them. The room was mostly empty. There were cupboards along one side and a set of stocks in front of a mirror. Jonathan's blood ran cold when he saw the stocks.

"I told you last night that I would have to punish you, didn't I?" Oda said calmly and reached up to run his fingers along Jonathan's collar. Jonathan flinched away from the touch but Oda just grabbed on harder, holding him still and slowly guiding him forward to the stocks. "Fingering you to orgasm doesn't really sound like a punishment, does it?"

Oda opened the stocks with his other hand. Jonathan started struggling but it was futile. Soon enough he was bent over and locked in with his head and hands.

"What are you going to do?" Jonathan asked. He couldn't exactly turn around to look back. He tried tugging on the stocks but they stood firm. He started trying to wriggle his wrists out of their bindings but it was no use. It almost felt like the stocks had been custom made for him.

"I'm going to put your cock back in a cage." Oda said calmly. Jonathan could hear him opening one of the cupboards behind him. "Have you seen the mirror?"

Jonathan looked ahead, seeing the perfectly placed mirror. He could see himself very well and the sight of himself bent over and waiting made him renew his struggle efforts. He could see Oda making his way back towards the stock. Jonathan gritted his teeth, desperately trying to free his wrists.

Oda reached out and easily pulled down the two pairs of sweatpants and boxers Jonathan was wearing. He kicked around, trying to kick Oda but the clothes pooling around his ankles got in the way and he was faced with a new struggle, get the clothes off. Whilst Jonathan focused on freeing his feet, Oda reached in between his bare legs and gripped his balls in a vice grip.

Jonathan let out a curt yell and stopped struggling so he wouldn't accidentally hurt himself or tear something.

"Stay still." Oda said and crouched down slightly. He brought out the silver cock cage and threaded Jonathan's cock back into it.

"Come on… Don't.." Jonathan tried. He didn't dare try to struggle away when Oda was holding him like that. He didn't dare kick either. He could only watch in morbid fascination as Oda put the small cage back on and locked his cock in place. "You don't have to do this, man."

Oda smacked Jonathan's ass and put the key down in his pocket.

"You know fully well that I do." Oda then said. "Let's have some fun now, yeah?"

Oda had brought another apparatus that Jonathan had never seen before. It was a small metal thing with two plastic hooks in the front and a leather band. Oda walked around to Jonathan's front and hooked the leather band into the back of his collar. Then he held Jonathan's face still and let the leather band run over his head. The two hooks were inserted into Jonathan's nostrils and he growled at the sensation. Before he could get himself out of the situation the band was tightened across his head and his nose was pulled up slightly. He also couldn't lower his head without hurting his nose or strangling himself with the collar.

"That should do it." Oda said with a grin and stepped back. He looked over his handiwork, seemingly very pleased. "You look like a cute little pig now. American pig, the best kind."

Oda stepped aside and Jonathan could see his reflection in the mirror again. He couldn't look away. His bottom half was naked and his cock was barely visible between his legs. The hook in his nose really made him look like a pig!

"You FUCKER!" Jonathan swore as Oda walked back around him. "I'm going to fucking kill you! How fucking dare you do this to me!? I bet you were the biggest fucking virgin before this you fucking-"

His insult was cut short by two wet fingers touching his asshole. He let out a small gasp as the touch left tingles behind. A finger was rudely pressed into him and Jonathan stifled a whimper. This dude had to have magic fingers. There was no way…

The finger hit his prostate and Jonathan let out a small moan. Oda moved his finger back and forth, crooking it just enough to hit his prostate each time it went in. Soon a second finger was added. The stretch barely felt like anything. Jomathan was relaxing his ass, welcoming more without even realising it.

Jonathan stroked his prostate with precision. Like he had done it a hundred times before. And he looked so damn casual about it too, one hand in his pocket, the other one two fingers deep in another man's ass.

A third finger was added and Jonathan only let out the smallest of winces as he was stretched. His cock started aching, trying to get hard in its confines. Jonathan's moans were starting to get louder and he was struggling slightly but he didn't know why. He wanted to get away from the pleasure but at the same time he desperately wanted more. He wanted to cum.

Oda spread his fingers apart and Jonathan keened. His knees almost buckled underneath him.

"That should do it." Oda said and pulled his fingers out of Jonathan.

The young man panted, hole pounding from the abuse it had gone through. Oda was generous with lube and he could feel it leaking out between his cheeks with a small shudder.

Jonathan wasn't focusing his eyes on anything so he couldn't hear the sound of Oda's zipper. He just felt something large poke in between his cheeks. His mouth fell open as Oda pushed forward. It hurt, but only slightly before pleasure took over.

"N-Nooo!" Jonathan whined, trying to squeeze his thighs together to stop the cock currently spearing him. God it was too much! "I can't-"

How big was this fucking brute!? Jonathan felt the cock sliding over his prostate, too slow to satisfy him but enough to make him feel good. Oda was pressing into all his walls, filling him up until there wasn't a millimeter of space left. Jonathan couldn't breathe.

Oda allowed them a few seconds to rest and Jonathan was clenching and unclenching around the cock. He couldn't believe how perfect Oda felt inside him, like the cock was meant to be there.

Then Oda started moving. His cock was sliding back and forth across Jonathan's prostate and his mouth fell open. A string of high pitched whiny moans escaped him and Oda gained more speed. He had used enough lube that the slide only felt oily and pleasurable. The usual tinge of pain wasn't there. The massive cock was just easily sliding back and forth, never letting Jonathan catch a break.

Jonathan's eyes finally managed to see himself in the mirror properly for the first time. He had been too caught up in Oda's fingers to notice before but now he could finally see how he looked. His nose was turned up, his eyes blown wide and his mouth hung open, tongue lolling out and drool dripping down to the floor. He looked like a henrai whore and Jonathan wanted to die.

"S-Sto- ah!" Jonathan's was interrupted by a harsh smack to his ass.

"Finally caught yourself in the mirror?" Oda asked, voice barely showing a hint of exertion. "You look so pretty, slut. I've never met a man who loves cock this much. You were practically born to be filled like this, weren't you?"

Jonathan whined but the moans spilling from his lips prevented him from saying anything clever. He didn't know what to retort with anyway. It felt like his brain was turning to more and more mush with every thrust. His fucked out face in the mirror didn't help much, especially since Oda looked stone cold with only a grin behind him.

"You talk so big, slut." Oda continued, adding to Jonathan's humiliation. "But all I have to do is stick a cock in you and you shut right up. Isn't that right?"

"Nnnn." Was all Jonathan could manage. His cock was hurting so bad and he just wanted to cum. Oda seemed to be getting a little closer. He sped up again and the sound of skin slapping against skin was overpowering all other sounds.

Oda laughed at him and smacked his ass again and again as he got close to finishing. Jonathan barely felt the pain from the slaps, they only added a pleasurable edge to the pleasure.

Oda finally let out a small moan behind him and it was probably the hottest sound Jonathan had heard. Then the man was cumming and spilling a bucket load of cum inside Jonathan. He moaned at the feeling of the warmth filling him up, still staring at himself in the mirror.

Oda finished with a few lazy thrust inside him and then pulled out. He reached up and undid the nose hook before pulling it out. Jonathan wiggled his nose. He hadn't even realised how much it had bothered him before. Oda undid the stocks and helped Jonathan stand up properly. The cum flooded out of him and down his legs. Oda removed the shirts he was wearing and then picked him up. Jonathan was too tired to protest. He just hung limply in Oda's arms.

God what was happening to him?