Troublesome art (Mori x Wolf)

[WolfDog12]

 

Name: Kuroha Akabane (First last) (Yes he has a feminine first name)

 

Age: 22

 

Height: 5'5" (People think he's a high schooler because of his short height)

 

Personality: Kuroha is a very free spirit who looks out for himself. He has only a small handful of friends but if he is going to paint one of his graffiti pieces, his "Friends" keep their distance so they don't get in trouble. It also doesn't help that Kuroha ends up in some shady areas and even the police want him stopped. When people show that they enjoy the pieces, it is enough. Besides, his sister, who passed away, loved his art and wanted the world to see it.

 

Type of art:

 

 

 

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Numbers.... Letters.... Some kind of pattern? There was just one thought that had been eating away at the boy's head. He wasn't sure where the idea came from or if someone had said something but now this thought was running in his head. Ever since he went down that street... It was a terrible street one could get killed if their not extra careful to keep their head down. He had to get them out of his head.... Had to display it for all to see.

 

Kuroha, kept his hood up and situated the duffel bag on his shoulder. Around his neck was a black bandanna that the male pulled up over his nose and mouth when he made it under a bridge. No one would be going under it at this hour, but soon, people would be coming. He had to work fast.

 

The male swung the duffel bag to the ground and opened it up to pull out a spray paint can. He shook it up before taking off the cap and beginning. It took about an hour, he went through about 20 different cans, nearly emptying his bag completely. Kuroha stepped back and admired his work. Encoded in the swirls and creatures that he had painted were the numbers and letters he had still running around his head. Though, now his head was a little more quiet with those symbols no longer plaguing his head.

 

Kuroha smiled beneath his mask before stuffing everything back into his bag and pulling it back over his shoulder. The boy took off running and hurried a safe enough distance before he pulled his mask down and took a deep breath of fresh air. The cool air filled his lungs and stretched them out as the boy took off down the street. He found a safe place to dump the bag for him to retrieve later and the male went for a short walk down some less than friendly streets. This was where he got the most ideas for his paintings and a little risk was no big deal. He at least knew to keep his head down and just keep walking.

[Morirp]

 

Name: Takahito Tatsuzawa (goes by Taka to those close to him)

Age: 27

Height 6'2

Weight: 189lbs

Personality: Taka is known to be mean, callous and uncaring. He took over his family's branch of the Yakuza at the age of sixteen with the help of his dead father's right hand man. His younger brother took over another branch and they are generally fighting, but what siblings done. Taka always wins, he always gets what he wants, and he doesn't care if he has to kill to get it. It was Taka's idea to start the code.

Weapons: Takahito is best known for his deadly hand-to-hand combat but he also excels when using ranged weapons (guns) and short range knives.

 

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Takahito had eyes on the ground at all times. He didn't trust even his own people most of the time so it wasn't unusual that there was a checks and balance system in place. It was also well known that those who were loyal were rewarded, and those that weren't generally disappeared. Takahito had plenty of businesses that made his income look legit, including several hotels, car dealerships, and bars across one of the largest cities. Tokyo. He ruled the Yakuza infested roost in the city, and if anyone tried to challenge his word or athority, well it wasn't Takahito's hands getting dirty, but it also wasn't coincidence that a mayor might be find passed out drunk with a bunch of hookers.

 

That morning was business as usual, Taka entered his office building smoking, disregarding his secretary's scathing look. His honey yellow and green eyes shooting her a relatively 'fuck off' look. Two of his best men stood at either side, and a woman who looked as stern as a catholic nun was also there - she was the body guard for the three, if Taka didn't see it coming, she would and she would end it. The morning carried on like usual - Taka had his black coffee and a piece of cake (because fuck it he loved sweets), business was tended to - emails were sent, a new drug shipment was scheduled to come through and Takahito was on the phone about to make the final order to drop the shipment before Hosoke ran in and waved a hand. "Wait boss, wait!"

 

Takahito's eyes flashed up and the TV that was being turned on - a graffiti artist it seemed had noticed the code. They hired artists to do their code work, they were vetted and paid well to keep their mouths shut.... This one wasn't one of his. "Hold off on the drop, we've got a problem." There was a short 'Call me when the drop is secured' on the other end of the phone and Takahito hung up, setting his phone down calmly. It was a news station that had found the graffiti and they were dong a simple report on the 'epidemic of street art in the city'. What a moron she was.

 

He fell silent for a few minutes, finally standing from behind his desk. He wasn't mad per say... he was agitated but trying to think clearly. "Niko... should we find him and kill him." Niko paused before answering. "Well boss, what if he knows something else?" Taka let the statement hang for a long moment, as if he was tasting a fine wine. What if this kid knew something else about one of his enemies, or had actually managed to crack the code, it would be important to try and get that information so they could avoid this same challenge later.

 

He nodded shortly, contemplated expression seemingly stuck on his face for an eternity before he looked at the woman that had accompanied them. "Su, get your men to bring him to me." She nodded, bowed, and exited. Take didn't know how long it would take, and his patients would only last so long, but Su had a network of informants he didn't for a different part of the world than his business, so she was as usual the best person for the job.

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha was walking around when he heard two men speaking quietly in an alleyway. He remained hidden for a little while as he listened in. The male slipped headphones on his head under his hoodie that worked as a listening device. They looked like he was just listening to music but that clearly was not the case. Something about the Chinese trying to create cheaper, more addictive drugs? Why would that matter here? The farther Kuroha listened, the more he understood as one guy gave the other a batch of drugs to sell. No wonder it was an issue if they were coming here to sell them.

 

Images of a red bird flying over and painting a city in dull, very strange colors came to mind. Maybe he could work with something like this. The sun sets, moon comes out and the world is taken from a bright world of lights to the darkness of the underground. Kuroha turned away and hurried right back to his bag. Time to stalk up. He had another piece of work he wanted to share with the world.

 

It took several hours for him to gather the materials and to find a safe place to hide them for a little while. For now he had to find an area big enough, one that also could give him enough time to work so he could show it off. The male did have one slightly shady friend who gave him a few ideas for paintings based on rumors or other things he had heard but mostly, he helped scout out and really push Kuroha to go bolder. He wasn't the best influence but there was no helping it. The artist sometimes needed the push to bring about his sister's dream to show his art to the world. After this morning's news coverage, it would only be a matter of time before everyone saw these paintings.

 

This information broker that Kuroha considered a friend, did have an idea. A huge one... At least, he knew of a very public place for the artist to "Spread his wings," if you will. By the sound of it, it was perfect for what he was planning. The underworld was getting darker and he wanted to share a little light on it, even at the cost of his own life.

 

For the next couple days, the male with his dark hair but bright golden eyes, lingered in the area with a huge wall that was just asking to have his name written all over it. Kuroha found the best way to go about it and the best way to avoid getting caught. Finally, at 2 in the morning, Kuroha returned again with everything he needed. He heard even more and his vision changed more and more each day until he started to create something amazing. This painting and set up took 4 hours... a long time for someone who didn't want to be caught. Yet, he didn't worry and focused on what he was doing. Finally, he was just putting on the finishing touches when he paused to look around. Was he being watched? The male turned around and around before scrambling to gather his things.

 

Kuroha's gut was usually right so if he thought he was being watched, it was time to go.

[Morirp]

Su's people never disappointed, but Takahito was getting impatient after the second day of having no new information regarding the person who had painted the picture. He'd sent someone out on recon to take pictures of the art before it was covered by the city, before some asshole tagger messed it up, or before it was sectioned off. When the pictures made it back to him Akahito was knee deep in lunch but he'd stopped to look at it. It was clever, but the coding was jumbled. He thought perhaps the person had just stumbled onto the pattern in their graffiti and hadn't actually cracked what they were saying. Su wouldn't get notice from an informant for a few days, so all Taka could do was sit, and wait.

 

Taka received a call the day that Kuroha was planning his next unveiling. She'd gotten word from an informant - a loud mouth at a bar had mentioned that someone was doing a big - big piece of art, and that the subject was about the underworld. Takahito was silent for a moment, touching his chin. He lit a cigarette and nodded at a subordinate that was in the office with him. She asked for instruction and Takahito smirked a dangerous kind of smirk. "Bring him in, straight to the basement, chain him down. I've got questions." Taka stood up, pacing momentarily. "Su found him. Get the room ready." They had an interrogation room hidden in the basement, but Taka used it for many things, including executions. His eyes were burning with curiosity.

 

Su nodded on the other end of the phone, motioning to her team that it was a go. They were all in suits, looking like normal Japanese businessmen, but each one of them was a trained assassin. Really the kid had no chance. They rounded the corners of the building just as the last can was being placed into the duffel bag. Su hung back briefly to snap a few shots of the graffiti for Taka's evaluation, the three men she considered the best in her team easily rounded the artist, a black hood and a shot to the gut would be all they needed to get him disorientated and unconscious. It took a bit of calculated moving because as many people found out in that line of work - folks that were cornered were unpredictable. But it didn't take long for the capture to be completed.

 

Su shouted at them "He wants the boy alive! Don't hurt him much." She looked up at the graffiti again and tutted her tongue, pulling out a phone and calling for the car. It sped around the corner and the boy was thrown into the back of a plush limo. Another quick call and all Su said was "we have him sir." before she hung up and also got in the limo. Takahito rubbed his hands together, impatiently waiting for their arrival back at the office, he had butterflies in his stomach he was so excited about the prospects.

 

The reality was that the mean son of a bitch was excited about the opportunity to torture this little pig till he squealed. Su shoved the door in and lead the men and the boy to the center of the room where there was a single chair, a glittery silver tray with an array of knives, sharp objects, scalpels and other things on it... along with conspicuous red stains covering the floor. They threw the unconscious boy into the chair and chained him down to it. Taka grinned a terrifying ear-to-ear grin that would make someone's skin crawl. He was nuts - there was no question in that, but you had to be in his business. He pulled the hood off, and his eyes fell onto the sleeping face - oh, well that was a nice surprise, he might have to save his face for last ~ what a pretty toy.

 

Takahito stood, examining him for a moment before he smiled at Su, giving her the go ahead. "Wake him up." She nodded, using selling salts under the nose to get the kid to wake up.

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha ran as fast as he could until his path was suddenly blocked. He made a quick attempt to change direction but he was now surrounded and being cornered. The boy looked like a young high-schooler and was no match for these professionals. His sight was suddenly taken followed by a sharp pain that built from the gut and spread as he suddenly lost his consciousness. The boy became limp and easy to carry to wherever it was they were going. All the while, Kuroha remained completely unconscious throughout the whole time.

 

Next thing he remembers was this strange scent before slowly regaining consciousness. It only took a moment but all the pain came rushing back and Kuroha could feel his head reeling in pain. His head spun and just as the male was about to put his hand on his head, he realized he couldn't actually move his hand. The boy's eyes popped right open and quickly adjusted to the light as he looked up at the man standing directly in front of him. It took a moment for him to look around and really address his situation. What was happening to him? Who were these people and why did they capture him?! They weren't the police so what was it they wanted? Were they the Chinese angry that he learned of the drug deal? No, they were clearly Japanese...

 

"Wh-who are you and what do you want from me?" As much as he wanted to deny it, those bright golden eyes, that contrasted his dark brown hair, said he was scared. Kuroha tried to pull at the chains but these guys were not amateurs, the chains that held him were tight and well locked up.

 

"If you're working for the police, my paintings never hurt anyone. In fact, lots of people actually like it!!" Kuroha was going to exhaust himself soon. He just had to find out why these strange... well Yakuza looking people had kidnapped him. The brunette clenched his fists and stared daggers at the clear leader of this kidnapping. What could he want with a short street artist?

[Morirp]

While Su was working on bringing his young friend about he was using tape he kept on hand to bind his wrists. He had removed the rings he wore on his fingers and they had clinked joyously onto the pan of instruments. The come around was slow - they must have hit him hard. Must have not wanted to deal with him waking up. He saw the initial reaction to pain - this was his favorite part, when the realized there was no escape and that fear ate their eyes alive. It's like for a millisecond their souls went missing in an attempt to save themselves. Poor boy. He had no idea.

 

Takahito let him ramble out the first question, well that question was expected. The second statement about the police and his work got the first real response from Taka. His eyes caught on to that fear, and he clung to it. The crime boss lifted his hand and quick as lightening it was brought down against the boy's cheek - delivering a powerful backhand to someone who couldn't defend himself. "Su, you have work to do, you can leave us. He's not dangerous. He even thinks we're the police." Su chuckled and nodded, leaving with a bow, her team leaving with her.

 

"You, boy, should stop rambling before I beat your ass into the concrete." He spat down at him, his anger evidently edging his words as he spoke, golden fire clouding the green in his eyes. "Now, I'm going to be the one to ask the questions, but I suppose it's -rude- not to introduce ourselves. My name is Takahito, Tatsuzawa Takahito." He was infamous in the underworld and in the normal eyes of the public he was a billionaire business owner. "I run the Tatsuzawa sector of the local Yakuza." He grinned, toothy and malicious, bringing his face in close to Kuroha's "And you, are dangerously close to cracking a code I developed myself. So, I need information from you."

 

He picked up a knife from the tray without pulling his eyes from the boy. A strong hand lifted the boys chin, constricting his airway lightly. He immediately took to cutting part of his shirt open and to prove he wasn't playing he cut a long line underneath the boy's collar bone, not deep - just enough to cause pain. "So, lets start simple, what's your name?" He ran his thumb through the blood that was pooling at the cut, and brought it to his lips, licking the red liquid off of his finger. Sweet, innocent, bold... Like good coffee, irony on the back end.

[WolfDog12]

In an instant, pain shot into Kuroha's face, disorienting his sight in one eye temporarily before he could even figure out what happened. The boy's head was to the side now as his eyes stared widely at the ground. Finally, he focused on what was happening again as his cheek tightened up and hurt from the back hand. A dribble of drool slipped slightly from his lip to the ground before Kuroha was able to regain himself enough to focus again on the man that hit him. Ok... he was going to have to keep his mouth shut, this man didn't seem to like hearing the smaller boy's voice.

 

Kuroha sat there and listened as the male introduced himself..... Tatsuzawa Takahito.... That name was extremely famous!! "Y-You really are Yakuza..." The boy spoke quietly to himself. Saying it out loud helped him confirm that he wasn't asleep or something. Kuroha was now realizing just how bad his position was. The police wouldn't be allowed to kill him... Yakuza on the other hand... this was probably the last day anyone would have heard from Kuroha Akabane.

 

He stared down as the knife got closer and closer to his chest until it caught his shirt and cut it in half, opening the piece of clothing up to expose his chest. Kuroha had no idea what information he had gotten that would affect this man? What code?! Pain shot through him as Takahito drew a line with the knife across his skin just below the collar bones. The brunette winced in pain as it cut and the other male pressed his finger over the fresh wound. "OUCH!" Kuroha glared at his capture. "It's Ku... Atsuba Ku," Kuroha lied. This was the name he gave the informant as well. Anyone who seemed shady got this fake name... It was his artist name so anything involving his art, this name was legitimate but also the reason police couldn't find him.

[Morirp]

Takahito smirked when the other declared so indignantly that he was a Yakuza. "Good, you catch on fast." his words dripped with venom, dark with intent, purposefully intimidating. He was glad that at least seemingly, this kid wasn't stupid. He looked young, certainly younger than Taka, but considering the amount of spray paint Su reported in that duffel bag, older than high school. He was considering things when the answer fell from this kids lips about his name.

 

"You're going to learn quickly not to lie to me." He brought the back of his hand down against the boy's cheek again. "I can tell a nom de plume. Otherwise I would have found you faster, and you would have been pulled off the street before you could even plan this newest piece of art." He took the knife, and made a line of equal size bellow the other side of Kuroha's collarbone. This time he didn't fuck around, it was a bit deeper, and when the blood threatened to spill over down the kid's chest, he ran his tongue the length of the line and bit down at the end with sharp teeth, sucking hard. When he pulled away his lips would be tinted red, a manic grin touching them.

 

"Now lets try again, what's your name. And if you lie to me again it's not you I'll kill. I'll figure it out eventually and I'll drag the closest person to you into this hell hole and execute them with a shot to the back of the head after I break all their fingers one by one. In front of you. And if you think I'm joking, I'll direct your attention to the floor. Those red spots, they aren't koolaid." He set the knife down and crossed his arms, golden green eyes hard set on the boy. "Now, name."

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha was once again disoriented by being back handed across the cheek. This time he coughed and spit out a tiny bit of blood. He had bit his cheek and drew a little blood. It simply added to the already stained floor as he stared down at it. He had little time to think about it as the knife drew a symmetrical line under the other collar bone. However, the man didn't give any time for Kuroha to get use to and deal with the pain of being cut. The Yakuza went straight to licking the deep cut before biting one end of it. The artist let out a small scream of pain but managed to calm down when Takahito pulled away again as if to admire his work.

 

"Akabane Kuroha.... That's my name.... And I don't have anyone important in my life anymore for you to torture and kill..." He admitted and looked down. This was going to be a rough interrogation... He couldn't even stop himself from saying anything after a few slaps and slight cuts. Kuroha must be the easiest person this man has ever had to torture. What information was he even looking for? This artist didn't have anything that could be of use....

 

"What will you do if I don't have any information for you?" Kuroha asked nervously. As he looked up, his cheek was clearly starting to swell a little. The male probably shouldn't have even asked... does he even actually want the answer? What if it was just that he was going to die? Should he try and survive as long as possible before his inevitable doom? It wasn't like anyone would actually go looking for him so no matter how much time he wasted, it was no use.

 

As if the life had just drained out of his eyes, Kuroha looked at the ground and just imagined what his blood would look like being added to the ground... Wait... If he wasted enough time, he might be given an opening long enough to save himself!!!

[Morirp]

Taka had to consider the second name given to him, it certainly sounded legitimate, but it was a female name. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number quickly. "Hey, run a name. Akabane Kuroha." He waited and the voice on the end of the phone popped up quickly with information, male, 22, high school graduate, current living situation. He nodded a bit, and hung up without a word. When the boy spoke about what would happen if he didn't have any information Taka stayed quiet. He curled a nail under the boy's chin and forced him to look into the yellow orbs that stared back. "Maybe I'll fuck you till you bleed if you don't have any information, then I'll throw you out with the rest of the trash."

 

He touched a cheek with his thumb, rubbing the red rough spot and pressing into it to cause it more pain. "Maybe I'll train you up into a nice pet." He grinned "You're body is soft, and small, and your blood is rich." He leaned in and bit down onto the poor boy's neck, biting all the way up his ear, running his tongue over the shell of it. "Maybe you'll work for me." A strong hand went between Kuroha's legs and groped him roughly, rubbing him through his pants. "I'm not sure yet, it depends on how much you beg."

 

Taka pulled away and pulled a blindfold out of his pocket, fixing it onto the boy. "Now, you're going to tell me what I want to know. The painting under the bridge, there were numbers and letters in it. Part of a code that you've seen all over the city." He squeezed the boy at the head - a little rough to meld pleasure with pain, it would help cut off this one's ability to lie to him because his brain would be too foggy. At least that's partly what Taka was aiming for. "Do know know what those letters and numbers mean?"

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha could tell from just one look that his capture didn't believe him. Sure, his name was rather feminine but that was just rude... Even after torment of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to lie. Still, he waited patiently for the other to confirm the name was truly his. Once satisfied, the man turned his attention to a few of the other questions asked of him. The man then started to ramble about something far worse than death. The fear was evident in the younger male's eyes as he was force to stare up at his tormentor.

 

Taka started to press his thumb into Kuroha's sore cheek and he let out a small groan as he tried to resist the pain. The man then continued on with the terrifying thought of using the younger male for being a sex pet. He didn't even look like he was kidding in the least. "Wait... I'm a guy!!!" ... Kuroha was stared but why would this man really want to turn a male into a sex pet to begin with?! His body soon jumped as Taka's hand came up between his legs grabbing tightly to his crotch. The boy bent over as much as he could, tightening up and squirming to try and get free from this maniac.

 

Thankfully, he soon pulled away and instead turned his attention to pulling something out of his pocket. It was dark and it looked strange but it was quickly fastened around his face and took away his sight. A blindfold? But why?! The man started to go into the information he really wanted to know. Wait... It was a code? That's what he had running around his mind? But he didn't even know how it got into his head!! "AH!! I don't know what you're talking about!!!" Damn... being blindfolded actually made it worse... every touch seemed more real. "I didn't even know it was a code..."

[Morirp]

Taka smirked darkly. "You are a guy, sharp one at that." Sarcasm dripped from his lips. "And you know what? I prefer fucking guys. Its fairly well known, I'm a little surprised that you weren't aware." The responses though, they seemed genuine enough. He honestly sounded as though he didn't know what the code was. Taka drew back, his finger tapping his chin a bit as he watched the boy - now depraved of his touch. Without a word he turned, and left the bleeding - hard - blindfolded boy. The door slammed shut when he left, leaving Kuroha alone in that dark basement.

 

Taka had some research to do. He checked the internet for the other's art and it did seem that this was the first time the boy had done something that involved his work. He checked out the pictures Su sent him of the new work, the red bird - the Chinese drug deal... Taka could tell one thing for sure, Kuroha was going to be interesting, and he was going to have to trap the kid into staying. If he left the dog to run free he was sure Kuroha would run. He called Su, and told her to bring the kid, and his knives, to one of the spare bedrooms upstairs, and to chain him to the bed - but not comfortably. He wanted a board put down so that Kuroha didn't know he was somewhere nicer than the basement.

 

Su agreed and she went to get the boy with one of her associates. The door creaked open and Su made sure the blindfold was tight. "If you move a muscle in the wrong direction I'll cut your dick off and feed it to a wolf." She threatened "and if that doesn't cause you to pass out from blood loss and pain I'll knock you into next year." She sounded serious enough, and she assumed Kuroha would cooperate as they guided him to a service elevator, and up to the fifth floor. Sharp eyes stayed on the boy. Another person had already prepped the room with the board on the bed. They lifted Kuroha and strapped him to the bed as requested, leaving and locking the door.

 

Taka would let him stew like that for hours, when he came into the room he was quiet. He didn't open his mouth or let the other know he was there until he was slicing Kuroha's pants open. Once it was done his eyes caressed what he found there, a smirk on his lips. Taka still didn't speak as he pulled a rubbery cock ring from his pant pocket - a vibrator attached to it was remote controlled and without much warning he manipulated the artists cock into the ring, not turning on the vibration just yet - it was training time.

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha was scared to say the least. He had no idea what to expect and just sat there angry with what Taka was saying and fearful of what might happen next. The man finally let go but didn't bother trying to get into a position to fuck the artist. Instead, the door slammed shut and the brunette was left completely alone in the dark. He turned his head back and forth but the door didn't open again and he still couldn't see a thing.

 

Now that he was alone, Kuroha began to struggle once again against his bindings. He was in so much pain from the deeper cut and he couldn't believe that he was still hard even now. In fact, it almost felt like his pants had gotten a bit tighter as he was left alone to stew in his own thoughts. The artist just kept trying to break free all the while he was alone. It only stopped when he heard the door open again.

 

The female who spoke to him was certainly threatening... Truly terrifying. It was also really embarrassed that his boner did not go away even after she was threatening him. Sure, because of the pants he wore it was probably hard to see the problem but she probably knew it that was the most embarrassing part... He nodded slightly to show that he understood and was unbound and forced onto his feet where he was lead out of the room. Kuroha figured there was probably only one person, the female that was in charge of him. He couldn't tell there was a second... Were they underestimating him or did they just have enough faith in the female that she could handle this matter. It was almost tempting to try and defy her.

 

While currently lost in his own thoughts, Kuroha suddenly tripped over his own feet and stumbled away a little bit. He also couldn't shake the threatening aura that came from the woman leading him which didn't help his nervousness at all. The brunette managed to stay on his feet and braced himself for something. "Sorry!!! That was not intentional!!" Kuroha panicked a little as he was simply forced back on track. It was really hard to keep his shoulders and knees from shaking a little... Heck, no one would want to be in his position being lead around blindly by the Yakuza. They were soon in an elevator and Kuroha focused on about how high it went as well as the fact that it was going up. Finally, he was brought into another room and strapped down onto a board where he was left alone yet again to deal with the darkness for a few hours.

 

Too scared and uncomfortable to fall asleep, Kuroha was left with just his own mind to keep him company. The darkness as well as the anticipation of what might happen to him was really eating away at his brain and the artist felt he was going inside. "COME ON... How long are you going to keep be bound up in here?!" He had no useful information for them so what was going to happen? Did the leader, Taka really plan on fucking him until he died and then throw away the body?! It as apparent by his increased breathing and racing heart that the male was freaking out and would probably end up with a heart attack if he kept this up. It was no wonder he didn't even hear anyone come in.

 

Suddenly, his pants were gripped and cut right off alone with his boxers making Kuroha scream in fear of what was happening. How long had this person been here?! Who was it and what were they doing?! He struggled against the bindings wondering if he was going to be cut apart suddenly. The stranger still didn't make a sound as he grabbed the artist's bare cock and strapped something onto it. "What is that?! Come on..." Calling him terrified was an understatement. Kuroha was wondering if he was going crazy already.

[Morirp]

It was so tempting at the wonderful reaction for Taka to speak - tell him that it would be alright, call him kitten and stroke him till his cock burst free of the cock-ring. But Taka just wasn't that kind of guy. He did stroke his captive till he was hard again, pressing against his sensitive head with his thumb, careful to excite his toy while not allowing him full access to pleasure. He stopped touching Kuroha long enough to move across the room. He'd brought a plate of food with him - knowing the boy was probably starving. It had taken at least four hours to do the painting from what Su said, and he'd been shackled up all day since.

 

He plucked a strawberry from the tray and bit into it himself, leaning over Kuroha - fingers tangled into his hair he pulled - gently at first, then with more force than the first time till Kuroha would open his mouth. Taka would push his lips to the boy's careful to keep his face hidden - the strawberry would be a sweet - tart - overload for what was definitely a dry mouth. He crushed the berry between his own teeth, letting the sweet juice drip from his mouth into Kuroha's. He kept the flesh of the berry from him just a moment longer than desperation would allow, before using a skilled tongue he allowed the flesh of the berry transfer from his mouth to Kuroha's.

 

Taka stood back, and watched Kuroha for how he would respond, taking the remote for the cock ring into his hand and turning it onto the lowest setting. Just enough to get a little bit of vibration going. He used a finger to scoop up some juice from Kuroha's chin, and he shoved the finger directly into the boys mouth - allowing it to press into his tongue, rubbing the thick muscle slowly. When he was certain none of the red berry juice remained on his digit he pulled it out.

 

The next fruit he went for was a grape. It called for the same process, he would pull Kuroha's hair, and press their lips together, crushing the fruit between his teeth and sharing the juice - then the flesh. This time though he cranked the vibration up a notch while his mouth was still pressed to the smaller male's, deepening the transfer of fruit into an outright kiss. A hungry devouring of Kuroha's mouth.

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha was stroked by the stranger's hand until he was completely hard again. He panted heavily and fidgeted. This person was really pushing the artist to his mental limits. His brain was reeling trying to figure out who it was but he really didn't know anyone here. After a while, he could no longer feel the touch of the stranger but could hear him move about the room. Amazingly enough, that was all it took for Kuroha to realize who it was. He was sharper than he seemed and Taka was underestimating him a little. Still, knowing who it was did little to help him mentally or physically. He was still bound and the guy wasn't talking.

 

Having completely forgotten about his hunger since he was taken, the juice that spilling into his dry mouth was startling and a real wake up call to his current condition. His hair was touched by that larger hand before being yanked back enough to cause him to open his mouth for the enter of the strawberry fluids. It was in a way refreshing but the method of how the strawberry was transferred was not only tempting but also really irritating... Damn... He felt like a dog being told to sit and wait as his master fed him dinner one kibble at a time. It wasn't even long before Kuroha was struggling to get that strawberry into his mouth to eat. Finally, it came and he was forced to also taste the man's fingers as they entered his mouth and wiped off the extra juice from his chin before finally pulling away again.

 

After the sweet and welcomed taste of a fresh strawberry, a new stimuli was introduced and the artist jumped at the tingling of the vibration. "What the fuck is happening?" he said not holding back. He was answered with more silence and forced with new juice that passed his lips and tormented his tongue. This time was a grape? He wasn't able to even finish having the flesh of the grape transferred over to him before the vibration increased. To probably Taka's displeasure, Kuroha had this tendency to clench his teeth when certain sudden stimuli was introduced and this was one of them. As the vibration increased he ended up biting the tongue that had entered to give the grape over. It was fast but it must have hurt.

 

The artist didn't even care. In his opinion this was the least he could do. Kuroha just took the time to swallow the grape. He had no choice but to wait for more food or some form of punishment for his instinctive reaction to the increase in vibration. Though, now Kuroha found that his mouth wasn't as dry as it was quickly being filled with saliva from the thought of food and the sexual desire that was burning him.

[Morirp]

The bite got Taka to pull back with a gentle groan. He was primarily a sadist, but he did approve of pain to himself. He'd had many a lover scratch the hell out of his back in the throws of passion, or bite when they couldn't contain themselves. So when the bite drew blood he simply brought his mouth down to the boy again, kissing him deeply, letting his rich irony flavor flow into the boy's mouth. He ran a hand from the boy's abdomen up to a nipple, tweeking it. As he did he cranked the vibrator up a bit more. This time he spoke as he pulled away. "Such a pretty little slut you are." Taka grabbed the blindfold and pulled it away.

 

He took another piece of fruit into his mouth, eating it himself this time. "You seem hungry, eager even for food - and perhaps something else?" He used his index finger to push at the head of the boy's throbbing cock, rolling it around the sensitive tip. A devilish smirk on his lips. "You'll have to beg if you want me to take are of this for you. Beg, Kuroha." He picked up a strawberry and instead of putting it to his mouth, he teased the boys lips.

 

He let the fruit dangle just within reach of Kuroha's teeth and any time he would get close to reaching up to bite the ripe red berry Taka would pull the fruit away, and crank the vibrator as high as it would go, then down to where it was barely providing any pleasure to the boy. Sensory extremes could be downright painful in that state. "Beg me for what you want, and if you're good perhaps we'll talk about letting you enjoy your punishment. No chains. If you disobey, you'll get a crop so hard against your ass you'll bleed. If not I might just use the crop for fun. I do so like a little fire in my toys." He dipped the strawberry low - low enough for Kuroha to get just a nibble before he pulled it away again. "Beg me Kuroha."

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha actually thought he was going to get a bit of a break after that but he was dead wrong. His captor pressed their lips together and shoved his tongue into the young artist's mouth so it would be filled with the taste of iron. He started to really squirm and attempted to break free from the kiss but was completely powerless in doing so. One of those larger hands touched his stomach and drew from the abdomen to the chest where he started to play with one of his nipples. Normally he wouldn't think that would be must stimulation but everything seemed more sensitive. The vibrator suddenly being turned up certainly didn't help at all as Kuroha's voice seemed to slip out, strained against his lips as he tried in vain to hold it back.

 

Finally, the blindfold was pulled away and Kuroha kept his eyes shut tightly for a moment before opening them slowly to adjust to the light. There wasn't a lot in the room but he had been blindfolded for to long not to react. It took a minute but his eyes managed to adjust and it showed Taka standing over him ready to continue teasing the male.

 

Kuroha looked hungrily at the fruit that was consumed by Taka. He was so hungry that it hurt. As the tip of his member was touched, the artist jumped and whimpered from the feeling. "It hurts," he complained watching as a strawberry was lifted and drew closer to his lips. As it moved close, Kuroha tried to take the berry but it was yanked away before he could. Damn, he was taunting him now. Every time Kuroha snapped at the berry, the action was met with it being pulled away and the vibrator being turned all the way up and then back down. It felt like he was being trained not to snap at the fruit... Did he have to learn to simply beg and not snap or was it something else? Either way it was incredibly painful.

 

He finally managed a tiny nibble of the sweet fruit but there was no way that was enough. He'd have his pride stripped if he begged.... No, that was already taken... Now it was a matter if he should risk getting hurt farther or not. "Please let me eat... and cum..." He mumbled closing his eyes and just trying not to look. It was rather pathetic but he was growing more and more desperate. "Please... I can't take anymore!!!" He had broken from being left blind in this room for so long and now this was just the icing on the cake.

[Morirp]

Taka smirked, watching the display, the efforts, the failures. They were delicious and he was hard just thinking about pounding that pretty ass. He pulled a key from his pocket, and unhooked the chains that held the boy to the bed. He pulled him up and smacked him hard on that bare ass. The sound pulling a purr from his lips. "Stay there, or I'll fuck you without the lube." He didn't wait to see if Kuroha would obey him - if the boy ran he'd be up against a whole different beast he probably didn't want to deal with.

 

Once the boy was off the bed Taka threw the board off of it. It fell with a bang, but the soft sheets were revealed. Honestly it was a bare room but it was nice. Taka turned to Kuroha and grabbed his chin, he pulled the smaller boy to him and kissed him deeply again. "Do you want to eat first? Or do you want to cum first?" Taka's hand had drifted low again, stroking the erection that sat between the boy's legs, squeezing his head a bit roughly each time. He didn't wait for an answer though, spinning the boy down onto a bed and smacking his ass hard. It left a red print and he smirked. "I want an answer quickly, or we'll have my way first and your way when I'm done pounding you."

 

Taka was patient, but the boy was such a perfect target. If he was good he might even get some prepping before Taka took him as he saw fit. The sensory deprivation seemed to work well enough that the boy was being obedient, and any chance to run would be met with force.

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha was finally released and pulled off the bed which he had thought was a table this whole time. Damn. The board was pulled off and tossed aside after the young artist was smacked and threatened. If he tried to move now the vibrator would probably also be turned up and that was certainly a terrible thing in his sad state. Despite all that, Kuroha didn't move an inch and stayed perfectly still on his weak knees until he was drawn forward.

 

Every time Taka asked a question, he didn't wait for an answer and just proceeded to do as he pleased despite it being against what Kuroha actually wanted. Taka continued to assault Kuroha and as much as he craved some kind of release, to the point of it seriously hurting, he was afraid of what was going to happen. How was this lunatic going to let him come? He seemed all too ready to fuck the boy until he passed out. "Food!! I want to eat first," he pleaded trying to push a little distance between him and his captor. He probably couldn't bring himself to eat too much with everything that was going on but he had enough self control to at least be able to eat something before losing control of himself to the other's poisonous touch.

 

His ass was smacked again though really hard this time as he was tossed onto the bed. The male yelped in pain but it caused his ass twitched a little more as if looking to suck on something in order to help him release. He felt completely horrible and manipulated. Kuroha forced himself to move across the bed a little to put just enough distance between him and Taka that he couldn't be so easily grabbed. "Please, let me eat first... I won't try to run or anything..."

[Morirp]

Taka nodded, he knew the boy would want food first. He couldn't even blame the kid, this was likely the most extreme treatment he'd ever seen. Poor thing didn't know what he was doing when he started fucking with Taka's world. The man opened the door and picked up a silver tray that he'd left waiting outside the room. He set it on the bed and lifted the lid - it was actually quite a nice meal. Soup, steak, potatoes, salad, there was even a piece of cake for dessert. "Now, be a good boy and give me a kiss before you eat. I'm hungry for something other than food, but this will probably help settle your stomach pet."

 

He was curious how willing Kuroha would be, he'd really been quite hard on the boy from the start but he couldn't afford being soft on someone and having them stab him in the back for it later. So he simply needed to assess the situation as it happened. His eyes danced as he watched the boy, he wanted to bend him over and show him how much he could enjoy being a lapdog, but it was curtesy that got Kuroha food. He was a gentleman if nothing else, taught by his mother that business could not always be done with an iron fist, sometimes you had to prove you could reward the people around you.

 

Taka picked up the fork, and took a bite of the chocolate cake, having a bit of a sweet tooth. He chewed slowly, eyes never leaving their target before he handed the fork over, licking his bottom lip. He was curious what the kid would eat first - watching as if he were studying an animal in a zoo.

[WolfDog12]

"A kiss wasn't pat of the deal.... And... I'm not your pet!" Kuroha managed. By the way he was trembling and couldn't seem to look Taka in the face just showed how terrified the teen was. He wanted to run so badly but he just sat there and looked at how amazing the food looked... Why would they even feed him something so good though? Was this some kind of trick? Was the food poisonous or something?

 

Just as Kuroha was about to reach for the fork, it was scooped up by Taka who took a good bite from the cake. Surprised, the teen stared at the cake but was then handed his fork back and after realizing the food probably wasn't poisonous, the golden-eyed male dug into the potatoes first, then some salad and some cake, basically scarfing everything down that he could eat without taking the time to cut something before eating it. It tasted sooooo good... Kuroha almost started crying it was so yummy. Thankfully he didn't but it was also a little embarrassing to have Taka staring him down the way he was.

 

Kuroha could feel the other's eye piercing him and watching his every step.... every move he made was being carefully studied and it was rather unnerving... Was Taka going to watch everything he did all the time? Even from video cameras when he couldn't be in the room? The though shot shivers down Kuroha's spine and while he finally started at the steak, he took the time to glance around the room searching for any video cameras... If he left and could get a hold of those tapes then everyone would see what was going on here and they could arrest Taka.... Though... It wasn't like Kuroha could take to the police, they wanted to arrest him for all the art he'd made... Damn....

 

Finishing the rest of his meal, the younger male gripped the knife a little tighter... What if he tried to stab his captor right now? Aim for the eye? He'd be able to run and hopefully make it out of this place... Though, he didn't know the layout of this building, where the exits were, or where any of the guards were posted ready to take him down should attempt an escape. Kuroha waited patiently but held the knife in his left hand, opposite of Taka so it would be just a touch harder to take it... Even if it was a plastic knife, if aimed correctly, it could do plenty of damage.

[Morirp]

Taka was willing to simply watch his new toy eat. Reveling in the moans and pleased look on the boys face. He was a sadist, but that meant he wanted masochists - people that enjoyed pain, not necessarily those that crumbled in the face of a bit of torture. Perhaps he wanted a taste of stockholm syndrome, not even Taka was completely sure of everything he wanted all the time. So when his eyes graced the boy clutching the knife as if it was a last resort he smiled. Well, it was certainly a last resort and one that he was sure he could dispatch easily. "Now, we both know that using that knife against me is a bad idea Kuroha. If you try it, I'll introduce you to my whip instead of taking care of that painfully hard cock you've got between your legs."

 

The thought brought a dangerous smirk to the crime boss' face and the remote he held in his hand - he'd let the other eat free of vibrations but now that he was done the small cock ring was turned all the way up, allowed to vibrate around the younger male. "Beg me Kuroha, beg me to make you feel good. Ask me for what you need and if you're a good boy perhaps I'll give it to you. But you'll put down the knife first."

 

He stood, and cleared the tray, setting it on a near table. Fingers reached into the nightstand and extracted lube, a smirk set on his perfect lips as his golden eyes viewed their prey. He circled the bed, looking for the best place to strike. He could be mean, and take what he wanted without any kind of prep - but he thought it might be better for the long game to fuck him right. For that luxury though, Kuroha would need to really impress him with his begging skills - asking for Taka to take care of him. Without it he'd have to teach the boy a lesson that would likely last days.

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha knew this was a bad idea. His hand was shaking slightly as he gripped the knife to the point his knuckles were turning white. He was fully aware that he couldn't escape and didn't want to make things worse for himself. At the same time, the artist just held on like it was the only thing he could do to keep himself sane in this given moment. Kuroha couldn't make eye contact with Taka... He was too scared to... He was an artist not a fighter, and certainly not a killer. Taka's words came like poison into his ear and it terrified the smaller male. While grateful for the food, the brunette was still scared and needed to try and calm down a little.

 

Just as the male was going to return the knife to the tray, his hand barely moved an inch before the cock ring started to vibrate uncontrollably, causing the male to drop the knife on the floor and bend over in pain an stimulation. "I'm sorry!!!" He cried. "I won't do it again just please make it stop!!!" Kuroha was a trapped rat facing off against a cat. He had no where to run and no where to hide... all attention was on him and Taka was armed with the tools to torture the boy to the point of tears... or worse.

 

"Please stop it!!! It hurts...." despite his pain excuse, Kuroha was dripping like crazy and his face was already red. "P-please..." He looked up at Taka, eyes wet with tears, body trembling. "Please let me come..." he begged. Kuroha wasn't one of the extremely prideful. He knew his strength and he knew just how weak he was against this man. He had pride as a street artist but Kuroha wasn't going to be stupid and stubborn when it came to something like this. All he could do was hope that to "solve the problem" the yakuza boss didn't just flip him over and fuck him until he was satisfied because Kuroha would probably end up passing out after one round.

 

The young male was bent over pleading for some form of mercy.

[Morirp]

Taka didn't wait a second, when the other did as he was told - beg - the vibration was cut instantly. The male rounded the prey and kicked the knife away from easy reach. Bent over like that Kuroha was almost too much to deny. He leaned forward and bit down onto the boy's fleshy ass, letting his teeth dig in just to provide a sharp pinch - but not enough to bruise or break skin.

 

When the older man pulled away he coated his fingers with lube before he spread Kuroha's legs by shoving them apart with his knees, dropping a bit more lube from the bottle right onto that tight ring of muscles. He tossed the bottle to the floor and without so much as a warning he slid his first digit in. Probing gently at the walls at first he searched for the smaller boy's sweet spot, rubbing against his walls. He wanted to hear Kuroha moan. Taka had yet to remove that cock ring and it was on purpose, he didn't want Kuroha releasing until he got what he wanted as well.

 

Once he found the boy's prostate he pushed against it massaging him for fleeting moment before his second finger joined the first. They rolled in a circle at first, looking to loosen him up before a slow scissoring motion was adopted. "Kuroha, I'm going to make you wish you'd known me sooner." A dark smirk sat on Taka's lips as the third digit entered, and before too long they were taken out. "You'll be allowed to cum when I remove that ring and not a second before." With that Taka positioned himself comfortably, rubbing his own hard erection between Kuroha's cheeks, threatening to push in at any second.

[WolfDog12]

Kuroha was pushed downward farther and his ass lifted to a position where Taka could give one ass cheek a quick bite before he started to lube up his fingers as well as the male's entrance. "AH!!! Stop!!!" Kuroha cried out as his legs were spread and one finger slipped right into his tight hole. "OW!!! Please stop!!" he was squirming more, his hips wiggling and probably enticing Taka even farther. The artist grabbed the bed sheets to the point his fingers turned white and continued to beg for his captor to stop. Sure, the vibration in the ring stopped but the terrifying sadist was still going to have his fun with the boy. Why was he doing this?! Kuroha didn't have any information for them so now he was just being raped because that's what Taka wanted to do. What happened to make this man so twisted inside? Whatever it was, it was down right terrifying.

 

It seemed the older male had no intention on just relieving Kuroha and being done for now. One finger searching around and poked at his prostate making the artist whimper in an agony he couldn't understand. Of course, that was nothing when the second slipped in like it was nothing and started to force its way up and around, pressing against the warm, fleshy and wet walls of his ass. They moved all around as the the brunette's golden eyes filled with tears as he continued to grip the sheets, his voice slipping out as he was fingered. A third was entered soon and they all moved around really stretching his entrance as far as it could manage, as far as it needed to go for Taka to be satisfied with the results.

 

"N-No... Please stop...." he begged, his voice far weaker than ever before. Kuroha was scared, shaking, and had this strong feeling of lust as his ass almost needed to be fucked at this point. His voice said no but his body was at its breaking point and twitched miserably for something to fill him up and make him reach climax. "Please.... I just want to come..." he managed in his voice that cracked but Kuroha wasn't putting up a fight. He just remained in his positioned, his ass quivering and begging for the dick pressed against him to thrust inside and fuck that ass raw.