Master & Servant {Zombie + Koe-chan}

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Name: Richard Oldwood

Age: 21

Personality: A true prince charming in public, he only appears cold and ruthless when with someone alone - be it a woman or a foreigner. He adores humiliating people, especially ones he thinks of as weaker, lesser than himself - often he makes them pleasure him sexually. Richard always makes sure his father doesn't find out, since that would result in him possibly losing what he had. Secretely, the man is a fan of both genders; obviously enough, he only is seen with women.

 

 

Name: Hisakawa Naoki

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Appearance: Naoki stands at 5'3" in height and weighs 125 pounds. He has a thin, lean build and is rather small in size. He has the same lighter skin color as most Japanese people, and his eyes are a deep brown color. His hair is straight and black and is pulled back into a high ponytail so that the tips reach the base of his neck. He also has bangs that are swept to the side and cover only his right eye. He has a simple yet almost childish face that makes him appear very young.

Other: He has a heavy accent and doesn't know much English, nor does he speak it very well. He will often accidentally incorporate Japanese words into English sentences.

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"Hurry up!"

 

The echoing bark of a man's gruff voice was followed by the sound of chains jangling. A door on the left side of a dark, nearly pitch-black hallway flew open, the wood cracking slightly as it impacted with the cold stone wall. A tall, well-built man stepped out of the room behind the door and into the hallway. His weathered face, marred by a horrendous scowl, was illuminated by the torch he held in his left hand. In his right hand, wrapped partially around his wrist for a better grip, was a silver chain. He tugged harshly on the chain, and a startled gasp fell from the lips of the young man at the other end of the restraints.

 

A thin, small man stumbled out of the room, swaying slightly as he struggled to steady himself. His neck and wrists were bound by the chain, and he wore nothing but a ragged white shirt and torn brown trousers. His jet black hair was dirty and matted, but otherwise, he appeared rather healthy. His doe brown eyes were clear, and his skin was its normal color. There were no visible cuts or bruises on his body either.

 

"Move it!" the man spat, spittle flying from his mouth and landing on the young man's cheek. He flinched, but he knew better than to pull away. He wordlessly followed the larger man up a long, winding flight of stairs before exiting onto the next landing. Here, bright daylight flooded through stained glass windows, and streams of maids and butlers floundered about, carrying laundry, food, and things of the like. The young man hissed and squeezed his eyes shut, unable to raise a hand to cover his face. He was so unaccustomed to light that he was unable to study the lavish decor that he passed as he was led to another room.

 

It was in this room that he was unbound and forcefully bathed by three women. The scrubbed his body, washed and combed his hair, and dressed him in a dark green kimono, the one he had been sold in--the one he thought he would never see again, with all the western tradition he was being exposed to. His silky hair was tied up in a high ponytail, with his bangs covering his right eye; apparently they wanted him to look authentic when he was presented to his new 'owner'.

 

Everything was happening so quickly that he was left in a daze, unable to react. Soon enough he was back in chains and being dragged down another confusing maze of halls. He was snapped out of his trance when he was yanked to a stop in front of two large oak-wood doors.

 

"Do what they tell you, and maybe ya won't die." The young man did no understand, but before he could even think of opening his mouth to ask a question, the doors opened inward.

 

The party attendees fell silent when the doors opened, and the orchestra's music ceased. All heads turned to stare at the newcomer.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen!" a booming voice exclaimed. The aristocrats looked to the back of the room, where Mr. Oldwood and his wife were standing on a podium. "We are proud to present to our son, Lord Richard Oldwood, a gift to celebrate his coming of age!" The crowd erupted into cheers, and the young man bound by chains shrank away from the masked faces coming closer and closer to him.

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There were chatting people everywhere he looked. Blue eyes darted from one side to the other until someone occasionally decided to talk with him - often just congratulating him on his birthday. The blond had his best smile on either way, trying to appear as honest as possible. Richard was an angel when around his parents or just in public places, gatherings like this and so on. Holding a glass of wine in his gloved hand, the blond softly took a woman's hand into his free one and brought it to his lips. "It's a real treat to my eyes to see such beauty." Sweet talk was always the most effective way to get them to bed. And indeed - even through the incredible amount of powder, he could see a blush along with a soft giggle and cutely denied words. Cutely, yet ellegantly. Women were such interesting creatures... So hard to understand, if he was honest.

 

And of course, just as he was getting close to making her his, the doors opened and complete silence stood... Well, except for the quiet gasp coming from his latest prey when her ass was gently patted by Richard. He smiled, for a moment holding his hand on the woman's waist before taking a few steps away. His mother tossed a death glare at the girl he was speaking with before, probably thinking she wasn't rich enough for her boy.

 

While his father presented the cause of the silence, Richard quickly examined him, a hint of disgust in his eyes. His skin color was... Off. As well as his eyes. Was it one of those Asians? The blond looked at his father gratefully, setting his glass down. Silence stood once more, only the sound of his shoes hitting the ground each time he took a step staying. It seemed like a few of the people weren't even breathing. With a slightly raised brow, Richard grabbed the other's chin, turning it to both sides to see if there were any bruises. "Does it have a name?" He wouldn't think of this man as more than a dog... A sex toy sometimes too, of course. "On your knees." The blond ordered, his voice powerful - he was used to getting what he wanted no matter what. "Father, Mother... Thank you for this." He said when he turned back to his parents. Applause started again, and afterwards the orchestra started playing again and Richard wanted to find the girl from before... "You can only be on your feet when you walk, unless said otherwise. Do you understand?" The blond asked in a cold tone, feeling the handle of the whip he'd been given before by his father. Hopefully he'll get to use this soon...

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The Japanese man stiffened when he heard the clicking of shoes on the polished marble floor, and he cautiously lifted his head to peek at whomever was approaching. The man handling him immediately shoved his head back down, and he winced, his hands clenching in front of him. From what he had seen during the brief glance, he knew that this man was to be his master. The clothing, the way he carried himself...but his eyes were what really gave it away. He shivered at the thought, and his brown eyes widened when a hand gripped his chin. He jerked slightly, but quickly stilled himself, knowing that if he reacted in an unfavorable way, he would be punished.

 

"On your knees," the European ordered. The Asian man frowned in confusion, tilting his head to the side, which was hard to do with the man's grip. He understood that he was being told to do something from the tone, but exactly what the command was, he had no idea. Fortunately or unfortunately for him, the man behind him understood and, in an attempt to make his business look good, sharply hit the Japanese man in the back of the knees with his leg. The young man gasped softly and dropped to the ground, head bowed.

 

"You can only be on your feet when you walk, unless said otherwise. Do you understand?" Another order that was incomprehensible to him. He did, however, recognize a few words, and swallowed before nodding timidly, keeping his eyes on the floor. He didn't breathe properly until Richard had turned his back on him. However, before he was too far away, the handle spoke.

 

"They called 'im Naoki. But feel free ta rename 'im if ya want."

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Richard let out an annoyed huff when he realized the other didn't understand him. "Why would you bring me someone who won't even understand my orders? Get him a tutor, and make sure he learns quickly." The blond's order this time was towards the handler. His eyes showed that he, for sure, wasn't just jerking the man around. There was no point in having a slave who didn't understand even the simplest 'get on your knees' order. Plus, Richard wanted some verbal answers, too...

 

A soft 'tch' slipped past his lips when Novaki nodded to an order he probably didn't understand. "Very well, the name may stay. It has good manners, at least." The blond tilted his head, looking down at his new slave. Without making any eye contact, the man turned around and finally walked off. Soon enough, he found the girl he was with before, his hand placed on her lower waist.

 

"Oh, I nearly forgot. Bring it to my room, and start teaching him there. I want that happening tonight." He ordered as he glanced back to the handler and let out a smile. "I hope you'll stay here until I'm satisfied with what I'm getting." He was pretty sure that his mother wouldn't be too happy about some nasty, sweaty man staying in their castle, but it didn't seem like a bad idea to him. After all, he'd suffer... People suffering was one of his favorite things.

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Naoki did not like Richard's tone; despite not understanding all of the words spoken, he knew that whatever the displeased voice was insinuating was far from being positive for the Japanese man. He bit his bottom lip lightly, his mind helpfully supplying countless images of what might lie in store for him. What had he done wrong? Panic was starting to overtake his mind, and he applied more pressure to the fragile skin around his mouth. He was so distracted by the memories of the punishments he had undergone before that he didn't even realize that he was being led out of the ball room until he was already halfway down the hall.

 

"Stupid brat," the man leading him muttered, his grip on the chain tightening. Naoki's brown eyes widened slightly when he saw how tense the man was; when he was angry, the younger man was usually the one who suffered for it. He close his eyes and inhaled shakily, only releasing his teeth from his lip when he tasted blood. As his tongue cleaned away the coppery liquid, he remembered that he would just be punished even further for harming himself, as for some reason the handler wanted him to look nice.

 

But why? he wondered as he was brought into a small room. Am I not here to serve? He was drawn from his thoughts when he was forcefully pushed down into a chair. His head snapped up and he watched with clear shock on his face as the man attached the other end of the chain to a post before slamming a book down on the table in front of Naoki. "I don't have the time ta teach ya English," he snapped, shoving the book towards the young man. "So you teach yourself. If you don't, I'll punish you." Naoki swallowed; he knew what 'punish' meant, and he nodded, turning his eyes to the book. He was surprised to find it was written in both Japanese and English. He wants me to learn? He was unable to ask, though, as seconds later the man left, locking the door behind him.

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Richard put on an overly-sweet smile while watching his slave being led out of the hall. Now he could focus on his girl again... The blond sneakily pulled her closer, his fingers gently pushing at her skin through the dress. "Would you like to take this somewhere private?" He muttered out into her ear, planting a soft kiss to the earlobe afterwards. All he got for his answer was a rushed nod and a hand, somewhat shyly placed on his belt. The man let out a quiet, breathy chuckle and glanced at his father, shooting him a smile before slowly leaving the hall.

 

The two of them ended up in one of the fancy guest bedrooms. "Take off your clothes, then you may take off mine." Richard said with eyes hooded the slightest bit. The woman clearly hesitated for a moment, surprise on her face from the change in his actions, but didn't try to disobey. The dress fell on the ground, leaving her in a set of underwear and a corset. "These, too, my lord?" She asked quietly, her curly blond hair still in a high bun. Richard didn't bother to give anything more than a nod for an answer and watched silently as his current lover got completely naked. His eyes stopped at her breasts, tongue peeking out to lick his dried lips. Her hands were making way to take off the blond's vest, then his shirt, slowly sliding over his chest.

 

Like this, they spent nearly an hour. Only Richard left the room afterwards - his hair the slightest bit sweaty, yet a satisfied smile on his face. The woman was left on the bed, her hair a mess and clothing tossed everywhere. Richard decided it was about time to check on his birthday gift.

 

The man opened the door to his room, lifting his chin slightly to observe the young Japanese man. "Why are you alone?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes. "I told that pig to get a tutor..." His pale lips parted to let out a sigh as he took slow steps towards his new slave. "What can you tell me so far? Speak." The blond ordered, stopping next to the other. His lips pursed into a frown when he saw the previously bleeding lip. Clearly, that was not from a hit. Richard did not hesitate for a moment to deliver a slap across the other's face. With a glove, that must've been even more painful. "You may not hurt yourself in any way. Only I can do so."

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{From this point on, italics with quotes is Japanese, and bold with quotes is English. Regular italics is thoughts.}

 

Naoki froze when he heard the door open, his hand stilling. He had been turning a page, and the paper flopped to the side when he subconsciously let it go. Keeping his head lowered, he turned just his eyes to the side in order to see who was there. His heart sank when he saw that it was Richard, the man whom the handler told him to call 'master'. Master, he thought, saying the word to himself mentally; it both felt and sounded strange. When the European asked him a question, his face paled, as he was unsure of how to answer. He had only just begun studying; what was he supposed to say? "Um..." he began, but was cut off abruptly when the taller mans hand came into contact with his cheek. The words died on his tongue, and his brown eyes widened. He resisted the urge to flinch or put a hand to his face, knowing that would only result in further punishment.

 

The young Japanese man blinked a few times, trying to hold back tears, and swallowed a few times to clear his throat. Then, he said softly, "...sorry." The word sounded broken due to his heavy accent. "I...not..." He struggled to remember the word, and quickly glanced over at the book to use it as a reference. "Man...gone. Said to see book." He gently brushed his fingers across the pages, the motion an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves. "I'm sorry, Master," he whispered in his native language.

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Richard groaned quietly at the lack of reaction from his servant. "Bitch." He muttered underneath his nose, his eyes full of disgust when he looked at Naoki. As the other struggled to explain, the older male crossed his arms, scoffing at him. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance when something was muttered in a language he could not understand - especially when so quiet, he immediately assumed it was probably a curse, or an insult. Richard's lips pursed into a deep frown as he slaped his servant once more. "Don't you dare even think that you can insult me." He hissed out in anger, eyes narrowed.

 

"You won't get any sleep, food or water until you can ask for them properly. I will get you a tutor." The blond spoke and, without waiting for any response, walked out of the room. About fifteen minutes later, a middle-aged man with glasses on. He smiled politely at the young Japanese, walking up to him. "Hello. I'll be teaching you english." His japanese sentences were extremely simple, without any details. The man had quite the accent, but seemed quite nice - probably the nicest man in the whole castle; at least to foreigners. "Excuse me my poor skills." He apologized and sat down on a chair next to Naoki, his hazel brown eyes showing a hint of sadness, even guilt.

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Naoki looked at his master directly for the first time when he heard the muttered word. Is that another command? He turned his gaze back to the book, hoping to figure out how to respond, when he was caught off-guard by a second slap. This time, he had been unprepared and a soft gasp escaped from his lips, the stinging of his cheek causing him to recoil slightly. What did I do wrong? he wondered, his chocolate brown eyes filled with fear and confusion. He drew his legs closer to himself, as he had been sitting with his legs folded on the chair instead of with his feet on the ground, and once again lowered his head, trying to hide his shame behind his hair. I did not think it would be this bad, he thought, tears once again gathering in his eyes. He sat completely still, waiting for either another blow or order, and looked up in shock when he heard the door slam shut.

 

The young Japanese man stared at the door for the entire fifteen minutes it took for the tutor to arrive. With his legs tucked underneath him and his weight balanced on his knees, he sat with his hands in his lap, facing the door with an air of anxious apprehension about him. What would his master do with him when he returned? He shivered at the thought, and had to remind himself not to bite his lip again, as he was sure that was why he had been struck the first time. He was so wrapped up in his panicked thoughts that it took him until the tutor was sitting in front of him to even notice he was there. Instinctively, he dropped his gaze to the floor and tensed his muscles. However, when the man spoke Japanese, he almost cried out in shock.

 

"Teach me...English?" he questioned, his voice trembling. "Is that why he was so angry?" He didn't like the guilt in the man's eyes, but knew better than to comment on it. Besides, he felt more comfortable around him than anyone else, and he didn't want to ruin their chance to talk.

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The tutor nodded at both of the questions, a small, kind smile appearing on his face. "Yes." He answered simply, pulling his chair closer to Naoki. "Lord Richard has ordered no food, sleep or water until you learn to speak some." The man seemed to have struggled a bit with the longer sentence, but he managed to say what he meant. "You have to learn fast." The raven added, pushing back his short, unevenly-cut hair back from his eyes. The man seemed to be nice so far, yet there was no proof of him not being able to be different if the situation called for that.

 

"I'm sorry about the slaps. Lord Richard can be cruel." The man apologized once again before taking the book into his hands. He began questioning the words and short phrases from the start of the book which he assumed Naoki had read through already. The raven was extremely patient and helpful, trying to give advice and good words to motivate the younger one to learn. He couldn't bear to see someone this helpless in such a sitution... Sometimes he wished he could just show the world how cruel Richard really was. All those nice manners were merely an act - he'd seen a lot of women that had been used by the blond. Some of them were basically raped; and none dared to say a word. How could they? No one would believe a woman, after all. Not when talking about a royalty like Richard.

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The young man's chest tightened when the other explained the situation, and he nodded in response, turning his entire body to properly face the tutor. "I will learn fast," he promised, using all of his willpower to keep his tone steady. It wouldn't help him to panic, and he knew that. He had resigned himself to his fate even before he had been sold to Richard, and all he wanted was to escape the pain that he knew could be dealt to him at any time. There was no hope in his words, nor any light in his eyes; his determination only came from the need to survive. He didn't reply when the older man apologized for Richard's actions, as a simple 'I'm sorry" wouldn't solve anything, and focused all of his attention onto the books in front of him.

 

Naoki was a very intelligent young man, and it was only because of his father's alcoholism and debt that had brought him to a life of slavery. If things had turned out differently, he would have been in school at the time. But instead, he was earning a basic education while being held in captivity. He was grateful to the other man for his gentleness and patience, but he was still wary, unsure of whether or not the other would turn on him if given the chance. He did learn quickly, though, much quicker than expected, and he showed great promise in academics.

 

"How...did...I do?" he asked at the end of the lesson, creating his own sentence in English for the first time.

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The tutor - apparently, named John - was very impressed with the learning speed of his new student. His eyes seemed to shine every time Naoki managed to say a word correctly, praises were just flowing out of his mouth as well. The middle-aged male often found himself thinking of how different the other's life could be if he had a chance to learn properly. The main things he focused in his teaching were the commands Richard could give - kneel, serve something, even such as suck, on all fours and so on. The man warned Naoki about the possibility of him having to serve sexually for the man. He was one of the very few who had an idea about Lord Richard's sexual orientation.

 

"Very good! Amazing!" The tutor praised again as he received the question, honest happiness in his eyes. "That was incredible!" He exclaimed in japanese, unable to contain his excitement... Well, until the blond entered his room. He seemed tired, for whatever reason. John hurried to stand up and bow, his expression frozen with fear. "Go." Richard ordered and, while John hurried out of the room, walked up to Naoki. "Speak." He ordered once more, his eyebrows raised the slightest bit, as if he wasn't expecting anything.

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It was only due to years of being oppressed and silenced that kept Naoki from beaming at the praise that was bestowed upon him. When he had been growing up, his mother had been treated just as badly as he had by his father, perhaps even worse because she was a woman. As a result, he had never received any sort of pride directed towards him, and despite his situation, seeing this stranger smile at him was a blessing. Instead of returning the smile or allowing the tears to flow, however, he kept his expression blank and his brown eyes dull, unwilling to let the light shine. I wish I could thank you, he thought, but froze when the act of sex was mentioned.

 

The Japanese man had assumed that he had prepared for the worst while on the ship that brought him to Europe. But apparently, that was not so. He had been expecting beatings, harsh orders, and unsavory living conditions; all of which he could handle. Sex, though, was completely new to him because of both his culture and his upbringing. So when John told him this, he reacted for the first time while in the tutor's presence; his eyes widened, and his hands clenched in his lap. There was no mistaking the look of shock, confusion, and horror marring his face. He listened, though, and learned what he was supposed to.

 

When Richard arrived and John took his leave, Naoki was afraid that he would forget what he had been taught in his fear. Luckily, though, his mind was adept at retaining information, and he stood when the other man entered. He hesitated for just a moment, hoping that his accent wouldn't ruin what he was about to say. Then, "I will...serve you well...Master."

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John was actual feeling pity towards his student. He wouldn't wish such fate even to his worst enemy. The man promised himself he would try as much as he could to make Naoki's stay here comfortable... Well, when he was not serving Richard, of course. John needed this job to survive, and he wasn't about to lose it. Especially when there was something important he had to do now. Naoki would become his priority in everything he did; although he wasn't so sure why. Was it all because of pity? Perhaps. Or perhaps he wanted to make his ordinary life worth something too.

 

Richard, however, was nothing like John. The blond walked over to his bed, sitting down with a somewhat disgusted look in his eyes. "Good. Come here and kneel." He ordered, undoing his belt. He had a talk with his father, and after that he had to take care of some business. The man needed to relax somehow... And why waste energy trying to find someone else when he had a slave?

 

"Suck, and make sure it feels good." He grunted out, glancing at the door to make sure he locked it. The guy's cock was quite big - it wouldn't fit in Naoki's mouth without going down his throat... And if it was his first time doing that, it wouldn't be quite pleasant.

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Despite his efforts to keep his gaze focused on the floor, Naoki's eyes slid to the side on their own accord so he could watch John leave. When the man was gone, and he was left alone with Richard, he inwardly winced at the uneasy feeling rolling around in his stomach. He could sense that something was going to happen, and he doubted that it would be good for him. With baited breath, he listened as his master's heeled boots clicked against the wooden floor, trying to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen. He managed to sneak a glance at the European when the noise stopped and no physical contact was made. What is he doing?

 

The Japanese man's blood froze upon seeing the other man sitting on the bed, casually undoing his belt as if such inappropriate--at least in his mind--acts were normal. His thought process slowed, and all he could think was, So soon? as he numbly approached the bed and knelt in front of the blonde. I don't know how to do this! he wanted to say when the order was given, but nothing came from his throat. He swallowed, dark chocolate brown eyes staring anxiously at the other man's penis, discomfort clear in his expression. To be honest, he had never seen anyone's genitals besides his own, and his culture forbid him from touching himself, so over time his needs had vanished into almost nonexistence. This was completely new territory for him.

 

I can't do this, he thought as he timidly opened his mouth and leaned forward. His eyes squeezed shut when his lips slid over the head, and he nearly recoiled when his tongue made contact. I'm going to die at the hands of this man. I'll never be able to satisfy him. Tears were gathering behind his eyelids as he moved even further downward, his head tilting to get a better angle. His long bangs brushed against the base accidentally, and the tip poked lightly at the back of his throat. Do I have to go further? It's impossible...

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Richard absolutely adored the look on his new servant's face. The blond didn't have any doubts now, that he wanted this guy to be with him... Obviously, as a slave and nothing more. He'd be a nice way to let out his anger, too. The man's head fell back slightly when soft lips lightly touched the tip of his cock, making it twitch the slightest bit. He tangled a hand in the Japanese man's hair, pulling out the hair tie to do so. It was way more fun if he was able to hold onto it; in case he needed to help.

 

"Take it all in." He ordered coldly, though his eyes showed amusement. The blond thrusted into the other's mouth lightly, just to prove he wasn't joking. It was pretty obvious that Naoki hadn't done that ever before, but that was fine. It just gave him a reason to punish the other, and he had the perfect idea for it... Richard ran his fingers over the younger's cheek, brushing away his hair with a smirk on his face. Guess verbal abuse won't be much help here... At least he could still do it physically.

 

With that thought, Richard gripped onto Naoki's hair tightly, twisting the locks before forcing his cock down. Honestly, he didn't give a shit about wether the other could even breathe. His father would just get him a new one in case this one died. Just like a pet, a dog, for example. If it was hit by a train and killed, it would only take him minutes to get a new one. Richard didn't release his grip on the younger male's hair for quite awhile, just enjoying the feeling. It felt great being in control... He loved it.

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Naoki shuddered when he felt Richard's long fingers card through his hair, the motion causing the green ribbon-like hair-tie to flutter to the floor. He hated the mock gentleness, knowing that an action that was meant to be comforting was only being used to hurt him, and a feeling of nausea had his stomach clenching. His long, silky black locks fell over his shoulders, and when the European man's hand wrapped around them, they slid easily across the skin of his palm, as the texture was very smooth and soft. There were no products in it, unlike in the hair of most upper-class women, so it had a much more natural feel.

 

When the thing inside of his mouth twitched on its own accord, the young man had to hold back a whimper. The whole experience was foreign, and if his life wasn't on the line, he would have allowed himself to cry out of fear, disgust, and shame. What would mother think of me if she knew? It was the suddenness of his master's voice that led to his eyes opening--despite the fact that he didn't want to look at the other man--and he reflexively turned his wide, watery doe-brown eyes up to his master's face. He heard the command, understood it, and winced before forcing his mouth open even more until it felt as if his jaw was about to break. Richard thrusted, and he choked, a few stray tears spilling down his cheeks. He couldn't breathe, but there was nothing he could do about it.

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Richard smiled in delight at having such power, holding eye contact with the slave for a few moments before slowly running his hand through the black hair. "My, what wonderful hair..." He muttered to himself before harshly grabbing it, roughly pulling on it. The Japanese male made such an amazing expression, Richard decided to let him breathe. The blond pulled his cock out just enough for the other to take in some air.

 

"Come on now, make me cum." He ordered, pulling his hands back to let Naoki do as he pleased. The man grinned slightly, truly adoring the expressions he saw. They weren't new to him, but they sure were satisfying. No matter the gender, the look of desperation was incredible. Naoki, however, made it absolutely irresistable... He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but something was different, better. "Hurry up." He grunted quietly, honestly excited for his idea of Naoki's "punishment". Lord, he knew there would come a day when he could use it! He'd have so much fun...

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As soon as he was able to, Naoki inhaled sharply through his nose and took a few moments to regulate his breathing. His body was trembling out of fear and the adrenaline that came from nearing asphyxiation, and he slid his eyes shut, heavily taking in oxygen with each breath. After a minute or so, he had calmed enough to focus on what task he had been given. Richard's mocking compliment managed to register in his no longer panicked mind, and he winced even before his hair was pulled. What kind of man would do this? he thought, and the image of his father came to mind. He squeezed his eyes shut even more, blocking the unwanted image out.

 

"Hurry up," his master said, and the Japanese man leaned forward once again, now having to place his hands on either side of Richard's legs, what with how close they were. John had told him what 'cum' was, and the idea disgusted him. But he didn't have a choice. So, he was forced to do what the tutor had taught him, no matte how sinful and dirty it was. He briefly hesitated before moving his mouth so the head once again brushed the back of his throat. He cautiously slid his tongue across the base, causing saliva to well up in his mouth. He reflexively swallowed, having no idea that doing so was actually beneficial.

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Richard didn't feel too happy about letting his servant rest, even if he did have his cock in his mouth. The blond sighed heavily, running his fingers through Naoki's soft hair, actually liking the texture and feeling. Richard smirked down at the man while watching him closely. The younger better not even try use his teeth... An action like that could end up quite sadly for him, and who'd want that? Well, Richard probably would enjoy the strength and power of giving punishments, but the fun wouldn't last for long.

 

"Very good..." He groaned out softly as the other swallowed around his cock, actually getting a small moan from his mouth. The blond closed his eyes, pushing Naoki's head down slightly, as if telling him to hurry up. Richard was never the waiting type; even when he was a kid he had to get everything he wanted fast. Foreplay was also not his thing, he usually just went straight to sex. Why delay something he was good in? Richard was rather popular between women, not so much between men. He didn't refuse either, but only if the person was good-looking; after all, how could he soil his body with something that wasn't at least something as beautiful as himself?

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How do I make it go faster? he wondered, unsure if the moan was good or not. He partially opened one eye to peek at his master, and was relieved to see that so far, he didn't appear angry. At least I haven't upset him again. The Japanese man had, from the start of the time the blonde entered his mouth to know, been working on compartmentalizing his emotions so he wouldn't have another full-blown panic attack. Locking away his feelings was the only way to keep himself sane in the current situation and the situations to come, so he continued to do it. Soon, part of his mind was numb and all he was focusing on was doing as he was told. It was as if he had stored his personality away in a box in the back of his mind and refused to open it.

 

Naoki, with eyes now carefully guarded, sped up the licking of the base before swallowing again. He then pulled back slightly so the tip of his tongue could touch the sensitive head. He hoped he was fast enough.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Richard missed the other glancing at him, but perhaps it was for the best. The blond liked being in absolute control, which possibly meant that Naoki wasn't even to look at him without being told to. A soft, muffled groan left the man's mouth again as the younger swallowed around his cock and then pulled back. Richard opened his eyes, annoyance and irritation showing themselves in his gaze. Without any warning, he forced Naoki's head back down, roughly gripping his hair. "You're really unexperienced, hah?" He groaned softly, for a few moments holding the other's head down as much as it went, then roughly pulled it up by his hair only to move it back down in a bit. "That's how you're supposed to do it."

 

Richard once again slowly ran his hand over the Japanese man's hair, pushing back it from his eyes. "Be a nice slave and make me cum already." He ordered, honestly a little fed up with how slow it was. There were women far more eager than this guy...

[BlaqueCatt]

Naoki appeared confused for a moment, quickly replaying what Richard had made him do in his mind. That's what I'm supposed to do? He closed his eyes again and moved forward, taking in as much of the European man as he could. After a brief second of adjusting so he wouldn't choke, he mimicked what the blonde had done by bobbing his head up and down. It was unsteady at first, as the movement was strange, but the Japanese man soon developed a steady rhythm, going much faster than he had before. He blocked out all thoughts of how disgusting and dirty this was and acted robotically, his mind desperately trying to save itself from breaking.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Richard's quiet, muffled moans began flowing out of his mouth much more frequently. The blond's grip slowly loosened until he was just holding his hand on top of Naoki's head, eyes closed. He seemed relaxed, at last. The steady rythm was almost soothing, yet it also slowly brought him closer to climax. Little by little, Richard's moans grew in volume, however he bit down on his lip to muffle them. Even after years of sexual pleasuring, he still found blowjobs his most favorite. That, and being topped by an incredibly good man... He didn't let just anyone do so.

 

After some time, Richard's grip on Naoki's hair returned with a low moan, forcing his head down as far as it went before coming inside - along with a pleased groan. "Don't forget to swallow..." He muttered while slowly pulling out. Richard smirked down at his servant, his gaze somewhat predatory - he adored the expression on his face...