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Tortured Soul	By : Lord_Xusecer Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Ichigo Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1:
            I walked from the door and grabbed the clothes I was going to wear from the dresser and slowly got dressed. There was really nothing else to do except wait for the client to show up. Anyway I looked out of my barred window that was beside my bed; yeah to say the least the windows are barred. Can you imagine why a seventeen years old boy would still need bars on his second story windows? How pathetic right? Yeah your so off in your thinking right now, how do I know you ask I don’t this is me assuming? Ok your thinking that they are there for my protection and that I have a tendency to fall out of windows. I can see it your head something close to this is forming even if it not in my exact wording right. Well if that is the case you’re so totally off and WRONG! Yeah you heard me right WRONG. It not there for me and it’s not there for my safety, it’s there so I cannot escape him. It’s there because it a part of the things he has constantly in my sight to help him use his methods of control, and play with my head. If you guess this then you’re more perceptive than I am, and you should be proud of yourself because you can read me like an open book. Though I have to admit it is scary but kind of cool.
            I knew that I had to wait up here, my father’s client would be here shortly and then I would be called down to be presented. I hated it when I was presented, they got to touch me anywhere and I wasn’t allowed to touch back or stop them. My father says that in order to sell the goods the person had to see the goods offered, and that meant they got to see and touch everything. Yeah everything, it was so uncomfortable and demeaning, to have men grope me because my father is a deadbeat that cannot work for a living. Don’t tell him I said that, believe it or not I still value my life and want to keep it at least until I can formally tell him to shove it. What the hell am I saying, me leave him yeah since when did I get the courage to do that. That wish is a waste of time to even think about, and yet I still think about it in my spare time.
            I heard a knock at the door, great this is it, it is time for me to be presented. Shivers run down my back as I get up and head to the door to my room. I exited my room when I heard my father greet the man by name of something Izarue. That is all I heard, it is hard to pick up stuff when my father is purposely trying to keep it from me by hiding. He hide from me, yeah that would be the day. It’s not to hide from me it’s to hide what he going to do from me. I start to walk down the stairs only to get manhandled by him and the next thing I know he was forcing me to take my clothes off as he was ushering me down the stairs, naked, into the living room. When I walked in I noticed that the blinds and shutters where already closed and that the door was locked. This is what I have been dreading for the last half hour, this is the presenting.
            “Well, I see your father spoke the truth about you, you are hot.” I heard the man say as he looked me directly in the eyes with lust in his eyes. He then licked his lips in a seductive manner while running his hands all over my body as he finally stopped on my ass. His hand seemed like it was there forever before he began to rub his hands around my ass caressing it. Finally he said something, and it broke me out of my solitary day dream. This is what I did when I had no power over what was happening, I guess it was sort of a defense mechanism to deal with the undesired caressing of my body.
            “Nice ass too, can it hold all of it?” I heard this and automatically wanted to punch him, this was offensive to hear. He wanted to know if I was adequate enough for sex, ha. If it is one thing from I know from all of this, is that I can deliver a show, a pretty damn good one too. This was just demeaning to listen to him say that I wasn’t adequate enough.
            I desperately wished that I wasn’t. I wanted to be like a normal teenager sharing my first moment in bed with someone one that I loved. I never thought that I would share it with a filthy man that paid my father to have to have his way with me. Yeah so ever having a moment with someone that I actually love was defiantly out of the picture, because I’m far from being a virgin. Well probably shouldn’t have blurted that out, well now you know another secret about me I really need to keep my mouth shut on certain things. Since when does anyone want someone that has been defiled like that, not anyone that I know? So yeah I’m officially fucked in that regard and I don’t mean in the literal sense, in the superficial sense of course.
            “Yes In fact he can hold two in there, I was exclusively told that by Mr. Reeves. He also worked for his firms for a while was well.” said my father. He always says something along those lines of that I am a part of Mr. Reeves’ line up. It turned into his sales mantra it pops out every time he sells me out and I have to admit it works with every client too especially the ones that know what Mr. Reeves’ many services have to offer. It seemed like by the look on this man’s face that he knows of Mr. Reeves, and probably was one of his frequent clients. I can tell the ones that know of Mr. Reeves, they seem to always perk up at his name when it mentioned.
            “Well!” I heard the man say as he looked quite impressed with my track record. “He has quite the resume, if he worked for Reeves. Then man then slid his fingers around my ass and gave it a squeeze which made me jump, my face turned beet red as the man just ignored me and lifted his hand and moved them to my chest.
            “Damn boy, you have quite the chest and arms, there are beautifully predominant and sculpted. He then moved them around my chest feeling it up. I was frustrated embarrassed, this man was feeling me up and nobody cared that I didn’t want it. He then took my left nipple in his fingers a squeezed it hard, I moved and groaned only to elbowed in the ribs hard by my father. I whimpered in pain as the man released it when reached for the other one and did the same thing. He then slid his hand down my stomach and reached for my cock and caressed it making it slightly harden up. He eyes grew as he watched it harden. He smiled and looks over at my father with a pleasingly pleased hum that sang from his throat.
            “You know Isshine; if I get a full night with him I will call it even between us, in fact if I get a room here and some extras I will even pay you as well. How does 1,000 Kan sound? He is what shall I say a rare gorgeous person to have at my disposal.”
            “Done.” said my father as he was handed one thousand Kan. “You can have this meat for one night, but you have to be done by three A.M. he has to get to the worthless building they call school here by six so three hours should suffice.” After my father said that I was lead to the basement. He grabbed my arm and pertained to drag me there with or without my cooperation.
            When we reached the basement I was forced onto the floor and handcuffed, he place them on my wrists and made sure they dug in, he always did that so it hurt, this again was his way of showing that he controlled every aspect of my life.
            “You know boy the only damn thing you’re actually good for, besides loading the alcohol, is bringing me money when I need it, should have thought of this sooner than when I had, the sit I had to put up with keeping your sorry ass clothed and fed. Now you be a good fucking whore and show the kind gentlemen to a good time, then maybe I will give you a break.” He laughed as he walked up the stairs and left me on the cold floor handcuffed and freezing. This is always the kind of stuff he told me when I was actually doing something worthwhile or for his interest, like making money was in his interest.
“Oh and don’t screw this up” I heard him call from the step just before the door. ”If you do I will give it to you worse than what you get down here. I think that you already know boy that I’m not joking and what I capable of.” His voice was harsh and menacing and yes I already knew what he was capable of, it would be a punishment and it usually mean some sort of injury that I would have to make an excuse for. I gulped as he walked out of the room and I heard to door shut with a loud thud, he left me lying on the cold floor naked with nothing on. I was severally regretting this day it was going to be a long painful night, when the customer asked for extra’s that meant that he was into weird stuff.
            Most of my father’s clientele was into this stuff. My Father liked it because it got him more money than the conventional lays. He told me that if I got him more money that I would not have to endure him, which most of the time was a lie but I couldn’t argue, because he was the boss. I shook as I lay on the floor, it was really cold. I remember multiple training sessions down here; they were long and painful sessions. Only in the end to teach me, teach me how to act, to speak when spoken to, and finally how to please the customer. I had to please the customer; no one else mattered but the customer, well except my father because he was the boss.
            The man walked down and picked me up off the floor he pushed me against the wall and un-cuffed me. He pulled the ropes down from the rafter of the basement and tied my wrists to them tightly so I couldn’t slide out. He laughed “Your boss said that you have a history of escaping when tied up, he said to make sure they are snug and it didn’t matter if your hands changed colors or not.” Great I thought now I’m in for it, this man was taking my father’s advice and I was going to earn him his thousand Kan purchase.
            “Your boss said that you have to be released by three a.m. so you can get ready for school, though I wonder why a boy that is still in school has a grand resume with Mr. Reeves. I though he only took adults. I only listened to him not saying a word. This was one of training session I mention that I had down here, where he taught me to take shit while not saying a word. If I said anything I usually got beat hard sometimes whipped with either a belt or whatever was down here.
            “Oh, that’s right you’re a trained lad, you may answer my question.” said the man as he unbuckled his pants and took them off and slowly got up to meet my gaze. “My father had a debt with Mr. Reeves, and the agreement was that I had to work for him for a year for the debt with my father to call even.” I said as I looked to floor in embarrassment. The man out of the nerve just chuckled at me, he began to take off his shirt he looked somewhat fat, he was old looked like he was forty and somewhat muscular and it looked like age was setting in so came the fat deposits that I saw on him. Though he looked good for someone in his late forties, most of the old men just look plain old fat, but he looked like he still cared a little about what he looked like.
            He walked up to me and kissed me forcing his tongue in his mouth as he moaned while I gave him what I was trained to do. I was to treat him to the best time of his life. That is what I was trained to do, weather if I wanted to or not. He broke away panting breathing heavy as he look at me with lustful eyes that looked like they had sex on his mind.
            “Boy where did you learn to do that, you’re better than my dead husband.” said the man as he returned for more. I just looked at him when he said that. I hated how most people regarded the dead as someone who left and would never return. While that is true it still rude to insult there memory or in his case ability when there not even here to defend themselves. It’s like a low backstabbing cheap shot, it unforgivable and rude. I guess you can say that I only think this way only because I can see them and there for sympathize with them. But I guess that is neither here nor there.
            By the time the second kiss concluded I was already feeling dirty, he didn’t even get to the sex yet. It didn’t take much at this point to make me feel dirty, it wasn’t because I wasn’t used to it or anything, it was because this was my one-hundred fiftieth man I had been with in the last six years. You see father has clients within three providences of here that come once in a while; I am what they consider the best out of Reeves’ lineup. Yes I am still an employee at Mr. Reeves’s, my father just combined with him so he could get some money out of him whenever he would let Mr. Reeves take me for the night. It was usually when he was in desperate need of money. Which was now less since his business was picking up, I mean since I was such a good player. That is what he called it; he never praised me, just told me that I was a good player. I always wondered what he meant by that, but I kind of know it was meant as an insult. Everything he used to complement my work was meant in some way as an insult to my pride.
            The man walked over to me and started to stroke my dick until it was semi-hard. I hated this part of the night. This is when they got to play with me however they wanted and clearly the man was very interested in me. He went unit the first pulsation and quit.                                 “You know what I’m in the mood for something more kinky.” chuckled the man as he released my cock “You don’t have permission to cum, and if you do I will milk you dry do understand?” when he asked this my eyes just widened, I had heard of this in other peoples sessions when I worked at Mr. Reeves’ but I never had it done to me. This was going to the first time and I didn’t even know what I was going to expect. The man looked in my eyes as asked was this my first time in doing this. I couldn’t answer I was in denial, all I did was shook my head yes. I hated it when they decided that they would be kinkier than the regulars. I do not much care for sex toys that cause pain, but I knew if I defied him then I would get it from my father worse than what was going to happen down here. What am I saying there were few regulars on the list of clients my father had, most of them where in to this type of thing but with more convention toys like clamps and cock rings. I truly had no idea what to expect.
            The man walked off somewhere into the basement, he had a look like he was looking for something, or many a couple of things. I didn’t know and I was not really worried about what he was looking for, all I was worried about was what he was going to do to me. It is a scary though being tied up in the basement with a man wanting to do strange stuff to you, not knowing what to expect next. The man came back with a long string that was tied at one end with a slip knot. I gave the look of what are you going to do with that. He just looked down at my cock and ignored my look and proceeded with his kinky thoughts of what he was going to do to me. He placed the string around the base of my cock and proceeded to pull it as hard as he could until it dug into my skin. It felt weird there, like it was restricting my blood flow. I hurt to and it felt like my cock was going to explode, he then rubbed it until it was completely full of blood and a reddish color. Oh my god it felt weird I never had the feeling that my cock had now, like it was too full of blood and stretching out, it actually felt somewhat good, but I hate being submissive, even though it was sort of pleasing I knew it was only a matter of time before the pain would set in.
            He then kneeled to the floor and began to tie the string around the base of my cock near my ball sack, he tied tight, and it hurt like hell. It felt like my balls were being compressed and squashed there and he wrapped it around a couple of times and tied off with another knot. It hurt worse when he tied it off, and I groaned in pain. He laughed as he looked at me and told me that what I was feeling was normal. How could this be normal I thought? Nothing is normal about this; a teenager should not be subjected to this. He should be out and about with his friends having fun doing normal teenage stuff, not tied in his father basement serving a client sexually for 1000 Kan that he got no part of. I only wish I had to balls to make my father pay for this but again it was wishful thinking, that day was never going to happen.
            The men then cut the excess off again as he rapped around my base of my penis near a particularly sensitive spot, I felt like nothing was escaping past that point now. It made my penis puff up and the veins come out. It looked bigger now and had no excess skin left it was pulled snuggly and firmly so it just bulged out. When he finished he proceeded to wrap the rest around each individual ball until it split them and pulled them tightly to the side. This feeling was a painful feeling it hurt to even move my dick, but when he finished it started to hurt like hell but I didn’t groan I just held it in, I was trying to please the client or the customer whatever you want to call it. This was hell; it felt utterly painful and nothing pleasing about this. I asked him if it was going to hurt he told me that I was going to enjoy it, that I shouldn’t worry about it. What he pulled out of his pocket made me wince, it was a ruler, and old fashion wooden one. It didn’t know what that was going to be used for but I knew just from looking at it that it was going to hurt.
            I never in my six years ever had what was going to be done, done to me. I was scared as the man took my cock in his hand and began to stroke it. He started stroking it slowly. The reaction made my cock harden and in turn pulled on my balls and made the string there tighten. It fucking hurt, it felt like my balls were going to pop with all that pressure it kept my cock sort of soft and somewhat firm but never made the orgasm feeling come. The base of my penis hurt the most, it felt like whatever was holding it made it constrict around hold in place while the muscles tried to push out. I was groaning from the pain with each agonizingly slow stroke that made my cock stay in that limp hard position. I guess somewhere along the line he got bored with it and switched to oral. That made it worse it made the orgasm feeling come but it never came to my penis. It felt like it was being constricted and the more he stroked and sucked the more the feeling lingered. It hurt and it was somewhat pleasant, but I never would have wanted this done to me willing again.
            He continued and I just kept on moaning and soon it changed to out loud moans and whines. He looked like he was enjoying himself as he continued, because whatever he did with his voice made it even worse. It feeling came up harder but I still couldn’t let it out it was driving me insane as I begged him to let me cum. He just shook his head no and continued. I was never so frustrated in my life, this feeling was beyond what I ever endured it was there, so painstaking annoyingly there and I couldn’t believe it. Soon my cock became so sensitive that the more he did it sent my body into this shaking sensation as each stroke, suck, lick, and vibration made my sensitive nerves in my cock send little shocking sensation. I think he knew this and continued anyway and the made the feeling of wanting to cum worse, I felt it start to rise and that is when he quit, I guess I pulsated there and I guess that was the sign for him to quit.
            He stopped and looked at me; he removed his mouth and told me to wait patiently as he went upstairs. I heard the man speaking to my father, but I couldn’t make out much, all I could make out was ‘no he behaving…’ then I heard the words pins and lube as my father walked off across the floor. Then I heard him returning to the when the sound started to trail off, all I heard was thanks… and 12:30. I couldn’t believe it, it was already 12:30. I have been here for a whole five hours that wasn’t possible the man barely did anything except made me lose my senses. You mean I have been edged for four hours, it didn’t feel like four to me, it felt like an eternity. I thought the man was never going to stop, and the feeling of frustration only increased as the time went on.
            As I looked down I saw that my cock was purple it was feeling really sensitive every movement of air made it feel like he was rubbing it again. When the man returned he let out a laugh as he saw my cock purple.
            “It getting close, it just right at the perfect state when it purple like that it really sensitive and that mean more fun for both of us. Though when it turns another color other than purple, it means it’s been on to longer and that can cause damage, best to untie it when that color, but hopefully you catch it before that state.” He just looked at my purple cock with a small smile on his face. It wasn’t a weird smile or a smile from a deranged person; it was a smile like he was having fun, like he was enjoying himself. I barely had my senses with me; I was busy trying not to groan at the sudden air movements that made my cock feel like it was being rubbed again.
            The man then opened the bottle of lube and squirted some on his hands and rubbed them together, once it was spread evenly on his hand he rubbed some on my nipples and pinched them hard, he repeated this a couple of times to both causing me to moan in pain and somewhat in delight. With my cock being so sensitive the pinches just made it react more. The he placed clothes pin on them and walked to the back of me. I groaned as he did that to my nipples now it hurt, and it hurt like hell them being pinched with pressure like that.
            He proceeded to place his fingers in my ass and prodded until he hit my special spot which made me moan in delight and made my ball hurt even more. It was worse than when he was rubbing my cock, it made it hurt and expand more against the restrains. The more he pushed against the spot the more it hurt and the more I groaned both in pain and delight. He told me that he was going to fuck me until I cum. Great is that even possible, my cock already hurts enough.it hurt like a bitch my ball felt like they were being constricted, and so did my cock. But the pleasure soon outweighed the pain as I moan so loudly. He kept doing it and my frustration grew, found myself again begging him to let me cum. He laughed and put some lube on his cock and inserted it into me. The man had already cumed once. When he inserted the his cock in it hit my special spot straight on full force which made me want to cum even more, but the pressure of constriction prevented it for a while and I begged him to undo it so I can cum. He told me that I would cum in due time. As he continued I threw my head back and felt the first of it come out painfully at first but then the last of it came out and it exploded everywhere, it felt amazing, I almost passed out when it hit my sensitive head, it hurt and felt so good, it sent little shocks through my body as I yelled “oh fuck yeah” almost at the top of my lungs. I dropped my head in embarrassment as he let his second load in me. I guess it was possible that both can pleased during a rape session but I never wanted to do that again. The man then undid the string and it fucking hurt, my ball returned to normal size but they hurt like hell. The pain made me groan as the man punched me there as well and it caused me to tear up. Good boy he said as he untied my hand and lead me up the step and to the shower. When he punched me there I forgot about the pain of the sex and immediately focused on the pain from being punched in the balls.
            The man then led me up stairs as he told me that I had to take a shower. My body was covered in sweat and cum not to mention that my dick felt really, really sensitive he told me that my clothes where in there already as he made my father get them out for me. “I just wanted to tell you that you did good, you should be proud of yourself, most people would have been whining more than that had they reached that point, and I know you enjoyed the end result. Also I had a wonderful time, probably the best in a while, and I just wanted to apologize about my outburst earlier about my dead boyfriend I seen the look and I knew you were discussed by it. believe it or not there was a time when I actually cared enough not to do that, but times have changed and I seem to care less about others, you on the other hand have reminded me what it was like to remember that time.” He said that and gave me kiss on the forehead and told me that he would be polite enough to wait until I got out of the shower before leaving.
            I got out of the shower, and got dressed. Then I exited the bathroom I saw the man sitting at the table in the kitchen. I walked down the steps towards him as he got up and told me that he would see to it that he would get another session with me in a few months if I was willing to have one with him. I told him that it wasn’t up to me it was up to my father. He just laughed and told me that he would pay just to sit and talk with me, that how hot I was. He said that I was worth the 1000 Kan just to look at. I blushed as he walked and hugged me and told me that I should get to bed and walked out the door, as he did and let it shut with a little thud and click.
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