The Toy Maker (+18, Mature Themes) (Private) (SapphireD910 & beccayaoi)

[SapphireD910]

 

Name: Aubrey

Age: 34

Eyes: Dark Brown

Hair: Platinum Blonde, Straight, Grown Past Ears

Height: 6’2”

 

A spoiled, second son to a legacy of wealth. He’s rarely been told no, and in instances that he was, he was sure to make those who did suffer in one way or another. His family’s money and his own investments have kept him in money, but his family’s shame at Aubrey’s more interesting activities and tastes, have helped to keep him out of trouble, using their influence to keep any serious indiscretions handled and unreported, which seems to fuel him to further test people in variable ways.

 

 

Aubrey sat in his personal office, switching his computer screen between his financial portfolio and a shopping site full of interesting devices for kinkier activities. Strangely enough, both were related to the same thing on his mind right now. At that very moment he was awaiting a car delivering him a very unique gift; raven haired, big green eyes, a very exotic combination in his opinion, of Japanese origins. This particular toy seemed feisty compared to the other’s at the establishment he worked at. Patrons were normally meant to go there to play, but Aubrey was good at convincing people his way was best. It also didn’t hurt that the owner was having trouble with this particular toy.

 

It seemed that the male had come to them under unique circumstances and strongly protested his new life, ironically taking something that sounded like it could be temporary and prolonging it. But that suited Aubrey just fine. Maybe under his care the toy would prefer to be just that, forever. The owner had allowed Aubrey to secretly watch this one take a client, though Aubrey could hardly refer to it that way. The other male was thin, almost a little frail, but he was so much trouble and managed to keep the older client at bay to the point he no longer wanted to proceed with his visit. He recalls nearly getting off on the thought of breaking that resistance alone.

 

To him it didn’t matter how the guy got there, he was a whore with a debt to fulfill. He had no place and a lot of nerve to only add to his boss’s losses by making regular patron’s unhappy. Especially when those looks definitely got the perverts going immediately and he only left them disappointed. The owner had disclosed the fact that he was having to give complimentary sessions with someone else at the brothel, to prevent clients from closing their tabs with the establishment entirely.

 

He had offered to relieve those losses with the condition of some very special requests: this whore would come to him as he was not going to go there and deal with his shit and completely out of his element of comfort; he would be dressed in a traditional kimono as Aubrey had developed an infatuation for the garb some time ago during a trip, and given the young man’s obvious features of origin. Aubrey had even ordered a setup of food and drink to match. He had practically been given free reign over him to either prep him to go back on the general market, or perhaps find he wanted to make things more permanent in his home.

 

He snorted at that thought. First off, he preferred living alone. Second off, his family would have a field day any time they wanted to communicate with him or god forbid visit, and Aubrey could dangle his home kept and personal prostitute, maybe just start up a brothel out of his home. Lastly this brat looked like fun, but he was sure he'd kick him out once he got him nice and broken in properly. Like a dog trainer, he'd teach him how to behave properly, take what was given gladly, appreciate the people around him unconditionally, and then he was to be returned to his owner to maintain the proper training he'd provided. Maybe then he'd visit and reap the benefits of his good work, no charge of course, another condition, he'd never pay to visit this one if he made him marketable beyond just his inherent looks. Again, he doubted he'd have much interest in it, but it was a condition of exertion of power, not any sexual desire.

 

Suddenly the door rang. Given the time he knew the fun was about to begin. He was still dressed from an earlier meeting; black slacks, white shirt, and a grey vest, his own attire making no difference to the scene he wanted painted for his eyes. Reaching the door, he opened it to a young man with two escorts to make sure he arrived and was received properly. He signaled both to leave, having already made arrangements for their payment, and brought the smaller young man into his house without even a greeting.

 

"You're hair is a mess," he noted immediately. "Did you even bother brushing it?" He poked and prodded the small body through the beautiful red garment with touches of green embroidery to set off his eyes. He mentally noted that it was the perfect choice. Aubrey clutched the young man's chin roughly, giving him a dark smile. "So what do you call yourself?"

 

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[beccayaoi]

A small framed man sat in a car with pitch black windows semiconscious. The male was Yuta. The reason he was so groggy is a calming drug. He had put up a huge fight against the men ordered to escort him to someone’s -apparently his new owner’s house. The only way to calm the boy down was to shot the drug straight into his vein. Yuta wasn’t aware where they were taking him -all he knew was that the person was supposed to put him in his place and teach him discipline. The thought of that should’ve frightened him, but it only amused him. He must be insane. Yuta had made a promise long time ago: a promise to never give up on anything. He was determinedly decided to keep that promise, no matter what. That was the reason Yuta kept fighting, not afraid of anything. He did not fear death, but dying never even trying to fight.

 

You may wonder now why. Why was so stubborn person sitting in the car wearing a kimono for someone who’s going to use him for sexual pleasure? The answer is complicated, but one thing was for sure: Yuta didn’t want to be there. Not even the slightest, but he didn’t have any other choices.

 

Yuta was born in Japan. He has three older brothers and his family was poor. He however wanted to study, become something successful. His only dream was to someday purchase a house for his parents. In Japan Yuta had no chance of doing that, taking his fate on his own hands he applied for a scholarship for a school in America. To everyone’s surprise he got chosen. Yuta’s parents couldn’t have been any more proud of their youngest son. He remembered clearly their happy, but also worried faces when he got onto the plane.

 

Exactly one year ago he had landed to America. Yuta was excited, ready to work hard to achieve his goals. He did not know that time how his life was going to turn out.

After two months of living there and studying in the school, Yuta still had no job. He had no money to buy things he needed for school -and barely enough to buy food. Every month he’d receive some money from Japan, but it was way little to buy everything. Yuta tried looking for jobs, but no one was hiring him.

 

That was when he met Xavier. A mysterious older man. Xavier seemed kind and caring -they immediately hit off. Yuta grew attached to the other and it didn’t take them long to start dating. Xavier knew about his money issues and offered money many times.

He refused to take money from his lover, that was when everything went downhill.

Xavier told he knew a man who could borrow money to Yuta and even give him very long amount of time to pay him back. It seemed too good to be true. He met with the man and borrowed money from him. Everything seemed perfect, Yuta got back on his feet.

 

Half year later Yuta was woke up middle of the night by two men wearing a black hoodies. That’s his last memory before waking up in a room, cuffed in to the bed. He has not forgotten the feeling of fear when Xavier and the man who borrowed him the money walked into the room. “ We are going to sell your body to get back the money you borrowed from Bob “, Xavier had told in a low, calm voice sending shivers down on Yuta’s spine.

 

The very next day his first customer had walked into his room. Things got ugly after that. Yuta had kicked and punched the man refusing to let him close, after the unhappy customer left, he got beaten up by Xavier. All he wanted was to go home, back to Japan to his family. However there was a slight problem: to his family Yuta was dead. Xavier and Bob wanted to make sure he didn’t run away or no one could ever find out he was forced in prostitution, they told Yuta’s family that the male was dead.

After that customer people started to come to his room more often. Yuta never let anyone of them touch him nor get close to him.

 

The black car slowed down, soon completely stopping. A big wide grin spread all over his escort's face as they grabbed both of Yuta’s arms and started dragging him towards the house. It was a big house, everyone could clearly see that whoever lived there definitely got money. Yuta wanted to fight back, but his muscles were still drained and heavy because of the drug. He had no choice than let the others drag him to the door.

 

As the door opened a small gasp left from his lips when a tall man opened it. The man had the usual filthy rich look that those old men coming to his room usually also had. Before Yuta could say anything the two men let go of his arms, allowing the tall one pull him inside. However from the corner of his eye The male noticed one of them leaving a small package on the floor. It was obvious that it contained the shots Xavier and Bobby used to calm him down with.

 

“ Why would I brush my hair for you? “ Yuta instantly snapped when he was spoken to. Then it came. His long fingers grabbed Yuta’s chin, making him feel disgust. He hated the touch, hated it more than anything.

“ My name shouldn’t concern you at all “, The small male spit out. His body was screaming from him to move away, but his muscles weren’t working at all. Yuta did the only thing to protest what came to his mind: Slightly he pulled his head back before spitting on the stranger’s face.

“ You disgust me “, Yuta growled, letting out a line of curse words in Japan after.

 

»» I don't know if you wanted me to add the character form, because I already told the things.. If you want me to I'll write one later

[SapphireD910]

Aubrey gave a bitter smile at the smaller man's display. He dragged a finger over his cheek and brought it to his mouth with a satisfying sound, before swinging his wrist in a short but forceful motion, making contact with the young man's jaw. He pulled out a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his vest, wiping the remaining saliva from his face. "The only thing disgusting in this house now is you and your behavior," he sneered. "You must not care much for working off your debt. Maybe deep down you want to stay a whore. But if you don't work under my direction, you'll find yourself under the direction of nastier people." Aubrey's face fell flat and emotionless as he grabbed the bag the men left. He'd heard from Bobby that he'd needed such methods with this one, and often used it initially on the young ones that were in shock at their given situation. Aubrey didn't much care for using drugs. He never touched anything himself, and he preferred his playthings feel everything and be aware rather than high or numbed for any one of their senses. He only saw himself using any of this stuff sparingly if this one really made an issue. He was sure he would.

 

Turning back to the young man, noting that he was not quite stable on his feet, he could tell he already had some of the drug in his system. It was no surprise that he would have created quite the ruckus getting here. "You did give a correct response though... your name means nothing to me." He smiled, roughly grabbing the smaller man's arm above the elbow and dragging him up the stairs. He felt his weight give, signaling his poor and clumsy footing due to the drugs. With a frustrated sigh he hoisted the small frame over his shoulder. Aubrey was not a broad figure, his lithe frame hiding a fair amount of strength, but this young man was also quite light in his arms.

 

Nudging open a door he stepped into what was clearly a bedroom. They walked past a large bed covered in a large dark curtain, a set of love-seats around a mirrored coffee table, numerous bookshelves and wardrobe the out-sized most closets. Dropping the bag at the foot of the bed, Aubrey continued to a small side door a few feet from the bed, clear across the room from the other door. This had been a walk-in, but was now a very small room with a bed, dresser chair and table. Most things looked untouched. There were no windows and a single central light. "This is where you'll be staying." He dropped his body to the bed without warning. "Based on your behavior earlier I see you're not hungry. And since you think me disgusting, you shouldn't accept my disgusting gifts." He leaned his body onto the bed and over the smaller male. His hands forcefully pulled on the kimono revealing his smooth pale skin. He noted it was like porcelain, like a doll, his hands dragging along his torso in spots as he pulled the kimono from him. This man wasn't refined enough to be called such a thing, but his body definitely fit it nicely. Aubrey tugged at the obi, unraveling and opening it up, and snatched the fabric completely off his body, leaving him bear to Aubrey's hungry eyes.

 

"When your mouth decides it wants to be nice, we'll see about dressing you up nicely again. Until then... you can wear your bed sheets." He bit his thumb suppressing a laugh. He noted the young man's neck and decided he knew exactly what else he wanted.

[beccayaoi]

Yuta was filled with disgust as the tall male continued to drag his fingers on his pale skin. Oh, how badly he wanted to attack the other,however the drug was preventing him for doing so. In his mind his fingers were all already cutted off. Surprisingly Yuta had not seen the slap coming at all, usually he was good at reading people. However this man seemed to be unpredictable.

He wanted to whimper when the pain shot through his body and his face turned forcefully onto the side. Yuta forced himself to keep every noise inside of his throat. He wouldn’t show any weakness to this man.

“ If I’m so disgusting, Wouldn’t it be just easier to let me go? “ He snickered. The male had hard time keeping his mouth shut as the other went on about how he probably enjoyed being a whore. Yuta knew he was stronger, especially when he was still on the drugs. It Would worn off soon, then it would be time to attack.

 

“ I will never submissive to you, ever. You won’t ever get to touch me for your pleasure! “ Yuta snapped suddenly as he was making a remark of Yuta not telling his name.

As he was dragged through the huge house roughly, his eyes wandered around. Yuta tried to look for any possible places to get out of the house. He needed to escape. The young man was not stupid, he knew that out there was much sadistic trainers than this one might be. He had heard bunch of rumours of them torturing toys that didn’t quite obey anyone. That was Yuta’s destiny if he wouldn’t get out of the house. He definitely could go back to Japan..back to his family.

The green orbs widened in surprise as his body was easily lifted over his shoulder. The only thing you could do to fight back was biting. That’s exactly what he did: Yuta bit down on his ear, forcefully pulling it.

 

He however lose his grip as his body was dropped onto the bed harshly. Yuta’s face twitched in slight pain. He hadn’t really been paying attention from where they had arrived, but soon figured out it was supposed to be his room. It looked more like a closet than a room.

“ Well, Isn’t this a homey closet -and you’re right I don’t want your disgusting fo.. “, Yuta laughed out sarcastically, but his words were interrupted when the kimono was forcefully pulled off from his body.

 

There he laid, all naked in front of the master’s eyes. All he could feel was humiliation. Quickly he tried to cover up himself and wrapped the bedsheets off from the bed like he had told him to, then covering himself with it.

“ You bastard. Once this drug worns off, I will kill you “, Yuta growled, his eyes shooting triggers on to the other's eyes.

“ You will never hear my mouth being nicer. I don’t care if you don’t give me food, I’ll starve rather than submissive to a bastard like you “, He screamed loudly, anger taking over his body.

[SapphireD910]

"Alright then, how would you do it? Where would you go from here? Do you even know where you are?" Aubrey chuckled from deep in his throat. "You were brought to me for a reason." He leaned forward swiftly pinning the young man's arms back and sitting on his thighs, his own strong thighs clapping tnem in place. "If you can give me a good enough plan on getting out of here, I may just pay your debt myself."

 

He leaned forward grabbing a bit of the other male's throat with his teeth. Gliding his tongue over the flesh with a light suck, pulling back to reveal a light red bruise where the blood was rising to the surface. He blew on the sensitive wet skin. "I've seen you resist, but you can't keep blaming the drugs if you start to like it. You'll have to admit you like being my whore." His free hand dragged lower, grazing his nails down from the bruise, to the collarbone, until reaching the nipples. Taking one between his fingers he twisted slightly. "I don't want to hear nice words from your mouth, I want your mouth to be nice to me." He moved his hand along his inner thigh to emphasize his soft cock. "See, none of this is even exciting me yet. So tell me how exactly would you overpower and kill me?"

[beccayaoi]

Before Yuta was able to respond to any of the questions asked the heavy body locked him into his place. Even without the drug the Japanese man wouldn’t be able to get free from the grip. His thighs were aching, slowly turning sore.

“ I’d..-What do you think you’re doing? “ Yuta was going to answer sassily, but the teeth in his throat distracted him completely.

Waves of slight pleasure ran through his spine. However he refused to let any sounds escape from his mouth. Yuta was not going to enjoy being someone’s toy -or a whore.

“ Don’t touch me “, He yelled out loudly, trying to fight back the moans as Aubrey’s hands kept violating his body.

 

“ You see, I know you can’t be completely isolated from others. I will run away and find help. There is nothing you can do to keep me here “, Yuta said, challenging his authority once again. He was not going to lose. No matter how much debt he had, Yuta knew he wasn’t more worthless than the man sitting on top of him.

“ Maybe I’ll spare your life. I think you’re pathetic. You think you can take away my human rights, just because I have debt. It doesn’t work that way “, Yuta’s voice was getting angrier by every vocal leaving his mouth.

 

Without thinking, blinded by anger Yuta launched his body forward, swinging his fist straight into Aubrey’s face. The punch wasn’t strong at all and his movement was slow due the drug, but it was good enough to show Yuta was not submissiving.

“ Let’s make this easier and just let me go, eh? “

[SapphireD910]

"You're right, I'm not isolated. But you can be if you keep this up. Like I'd keep it so easy for you to even run out of this house." Aubrey's tone was void of any real emotion, just flat and stern. "It's funny how you think this is just about you being held here. Men like Bobby don't just steal men like you. And he doesn't just expect you to work. Whom ever you're thinking of running to, he probably knows about them too. So stop being so fucking stupid. Or do you want him to get them involved too?"

 

Aubrey's slender fingers tickled the soft hip beneath him. "I'm your teacher." His hand squeezed enough to nearly bruise. "So stop bitching and maybe I can teach you how to own a man like Bobby instead of him owning you." The larger man put one hand to the smaller's slender throat, just barely holding it in place, his other hand teasing around the smaller man's member, tickling around the crease of his thighs.

 

He watched for the slightest reactions, past all the defiance and the struggling, he wanted to see denial, shame and hate for finding any trace of pleasure from him. He'd make him want it. He didn't care about the other man's desire to escape or where he wanted to go or to whom he wanted to go. He wanted to break him of all that and become his desires and the only thing he could put any suggestion of hope into. But he needed to have more information, and he loved working information out of people.

 

His hand grasped the other man's cock. "If you listen to me, you'll be able to leave without anyone like Bobby looking for you. If you fight me, he'll either find someone who wont even want to keep you pretty, or he'll sell you to a dirty slum shop where you'll be pumped full of dirtier drugs and dirtier cocks. But maybe that's what a whore like you is really for." He put more force into the pumping of his fist. "I mean you're getting so hard." He let out menacing laugh. He knew the man couldn't hold back such a natural response, but he loved making him feel shame with the mix of his painted scenario. Maybe such a pretty thing did want to get dirtied after all. He had probably always been handled so carefully and cleanly, maybe his secret was to become a disgusting toy. At that thought Aubrey had grown hard.

[beccayaoi]

Yuta was sitting breathlessly under the man. The punch took a lot of his energy, leaving the small male exhausted. He had zero strength to fight back or resist anymore. He had tried so hard, but it didn’t affect the other at all. His mouth was kept shut as Aubrey kept talking. The other was right, he would never be able to just disappear without help. They’d almost find him.

 

As the hand pressed against his throat, Yuta squeezed his eyes shut waiting for his air to be cut off. The painful grip never came, Aubrey let his hand only to hold his head in place -barely even doing that. Confused expression formed into his face as he continued talking. He would show him how to own a man like Bobby? Yuta’s thinking was cut off short as a small wave of pleasure flooded through his body.

 

Frighten look flashed in his bright green orbs. They showed nothing more than frighten as his large hand wrapped around his cock, starting to touch him. Yuta tried to take deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. It seemed like his eyes were freezed from the shock. The words however did not go unheard by his ears. Yuta knew Bobby wouldn’t hesitate to sell him to much dirtier place -nor care where he would end up, Xavier probably wouldn’t either. The last part of the speech got him thinking again. Would this man really help him if he’d give in? Could this man really be trusted.

 

Uncomfortable feeling got him snap back into the moment. Without himself noticing Yuta had grown rock hard under his touch. The frightened look got a new add of shame. He was ashamed of getting aroused, Yuta was humiliated and yet his body loved it. Not being able to hold back a loud moan escaped from his mouth. Quickly catching up to what he just released Yuta felt like crying. He had let himself down.

 

It felt like his whole word was coming crashing down. The thoughts of being worthless, nothing took over him. However his breathing got heavier due to the sexual stimulation and he was panting hard.

“ if.. If I submissive to you, will you let me go to Japan? “ Yuta asked, his voice quiet, almost like a broken whisper.

“ I just wanna see my family “, He finished. The feeling of need was growing stronger. He wanted to be relieved. No, Yuta needed to be relieved.

[SapphireD910]

Aubrey nearly basked in the moans he was already able to coax from the small man. He had been so frisky and wild, he had been looking forward to pinning him and restraining him to get his way much longer than this, but instead it seemed he might just have extra fun restraining the small man. Of course Aubrey always had a way with his playthings. He knew what they truly wanted and he knew how to change what they wanted to suit himself.

 

"If you give yourself to me completely, I'd take you to your family myself." He said softly, still pumping the length in the palm of his hand. He loved watching them squirm for their release. "Of course, you would be mine, you'd have to have me take you." He smiled darkly. "Would you present yourself as mine to your family as long as it meant seeing them whenever you wanted?"

 

He stroked the slender throat staring deeply into emerald eyes. The lovely shine of fear, shame, and arousal nearly drowned Aubrey's senses. He ended up being so easy for Aubrey, despite being such a challenge to the brothel. Part of him was excited, and a bit of him disappointed. "Besides, you said you'd never submit to me." He chuckled, taking his hand off the other man's throat and rubbing himself through his slacks. "Maybe we should see, how much you want to be reunited with your family." He undid the front of his pants and began stroking himself. He had no intention of risking the young man turning on him and causing him harm, instead he'd use him as a pallet, paint him in his essence as a start.

 

"Take my juices to your body like a good boy for starters. I'll continue on your cock. But if you wont behave, I'll be the only one to come." He stroked almost roughly on both their lengths, pressing their cocks together, watching for the small man's response to his proposals.