Owning Your Heart, Body, and Soul (Kasumii x BelleSoumis)

[BelleSoumis]

Ralph had just finished speaking to his chef in a foreign language (sounded like rather fluent French) and hung up the phone when Lee made his request. And of course, Ralph nodded, headed towards the kitchen doorway (it was an open space) when Lee made his second remark. The older male chuckled through his nose, smirking in amusement. "Wouldn't dream of it," the CEO murmured in response, then disappeared behind the wall. There was a breakfast nook so that Lee could watch everything the older male was doing. That is, until he turned his back to pour the water from a filtered canister. It was now that Ralph realized his opportunity.

Now was as good of a time as any. But was it too early? Should he give the younger some time to adjust? Maybe let him eat, first? The thoughts crossed his mind this way and that, but ultimately Mr. Mitchell decided: The sooner, the better, I suppose...

And that was when, in the blink of an eye, he allowed a small capsule to fall from his hand (he had pulled it from his pocket earlier) and into the glass of water. It fizzled noiselessly a bit before ultimately disappearing entirely. The man was very discreet and swift in his actions, and to mask the length of time it took for the capsule to dissolve, he got to work on slicing up a fresh lemon on the kitchen counter. His large stature confidently blocked just exactly what he was doing from the boy's view, even with the open space and all. And so, by the time the capsule had fully dissolved and the lemon was sliced, it appeared as if nothing was out of sorts. Ralph had successfully spiked the boy's drink. And he left the lemon on the cutting board, putting a single slice on the rim of the glass before abandoning the kitchen in favor of approaching Lee. And he handed the teen the glass, not an ounce of a tell anywhere on his face. If there was one other thing the Marines taught him, it was to never give away your intentions. Always keep a poker face, and that he did.

"Here," Mr. Mitchell said curtly, handing the kid the water before making his way to the opposite side of the pit and relaxing against the cushions. He spread his arms out and leaned back, resting the side of his foot on his opposite knee. He was the picture of rich and toxic masculinity. "I hope you feel better, soon. Drugs can be one hell of a ride," the man said sincerely. "I tried a fair bit while I was in the Service." And then he shook his head. "Not my cup of tea."

[Kasumii]

Lee couldn't understand anything the male said over the phone, that alone making him nervous. The male could have said anything to harm him, and he would be none the wiser. Much like the male preparing his drink. He narrowed his eyes, watching as he turned to pour the drink. A single glass of water, accented by a single lemon slice. Lee had been mentally timing him, and he supposed the length of time to pour a simple glass of water was correct as the male decided to pull a lemon out and slice it.

He quietly accepted the glass and after inspecting it, he brought the edge of the glass to his lips, tilting it to take a little sip. It tasted fine, nothing out of sorts, so he drank more. He was halfway through the glass before he set it down on the table in front of him. He curled up on the couch and comfortably leaned back, still hugging the pillow close to his body. Looking at the male across from him he could only roll his eyes.

His eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of drugs, nodding slowly in agreement. "You were in the army?" He asked at the mention of service. "What kind of army allowed you to do drugs?" He had never heard of such a thing, unless it was snuck in. That had to be it. Some things were starting to make sense; how the male acted and expected such high levels of respect without ever earning it.

Closing his eyes, he sighed softly, feeling a little relaxed. He let his chin rest on the pillow again, the boy feeling good.

[BelleSoumis]

Ralph was studying Lee carefully. The drug with which he had spiked the boy's drink had only ever been tested on animals. They couldn't get the funding nor the government approval for human testing. And so this was it. This was for what the CEO had purchased Lee Chapman. To be a guinea pig. The first human test-run. The very first person to ever ingest... Aphrone: a powerful aphrodisiac that was designed to kick in within minutes of consumption. It was a rather low dosage this time. Just 300 mg. That was enough to make the animal experiments overcome their depression of being kept in cages and opt to masturbate. Hopefully Lee wouldn't be too overly affected by it to where he would suspect anything: perhaps just turned on enough to feel a little frisky? It couldn't be certain. This was the first ever human trial run, after all. Ralph swallowed some saliva that had built up in his mouth. He had to stay focused, even though the thought of the younger male masturbating was causing his own hormones to begin rampaging. He hadn't had a homosexual experience since he was stationed overseas, years ago. And yet...

"Not army," Ralph replied concisely. "Marines." He unbuttoned another button on his shirt, partially because he was getting warm, but mostly so that he could pull aside his collar enough to fully reveal the steering wheel shape on his collarbone. "Got hazed at 18. Graduated boot camp by 19. Was in the service and stationed all over the world for about a decade before I decided I had had enough. Seen too many people shot or blown up." His shirt was untucked, and he moved it aside to reveal the holster attached to his belt, his gun's handle now fully visible. "Learned a few things, though. Never go anywhere without one of these." He tapped the handle with his finger, then covered the weapon with his shirt before relaxing his outstretched hands again. "I don't know what you heard about those in the service, but if you think we didn't get by without doing drugs and fucking anything that moved, you're out of your gourd." 

[Kasumii]

Feeling his mouth go dry, he leaned forward to grab the glass of water, finishing it off right then and there. Unknowingly, the boy had just ingested the full dose of drug the man spiked his drink with. It was very lucky for Ralph that the drug had no appearance once fully dissolved or any taste to alert the younger male that something could be wrong. Perhaps it was just from drinking a full glass of water that he was starting to feel better? Oh, the wonders of water! So many health benefits yet being oh so simple. The very things humans and animals needed to survive.

Leaning back comfortably in his seat, he closed his eyes again, just enjoying the feeling. It almost reminded him of when he and his friends got high. That alone should have clued Lee into why a glass of water was making him feel rather good, but for some reason he wasn't suspecting the male. The feeling wasn't intense enough, perhaps that was why he wasn't worried? He quietly listened to the male, nodding slowly to show he was listening. He opened his eyes then, catching sight of Ralph unbuttoning another button on his shirt, but he was simply showing off the mark he had previously seen. He looked over it, studying the interesting tattoo. It made sense since he was in the marines. It was just his luck to be bought by someone who had been in service.

"Ah. Lovely," he muttered at the new mental image. Before he could close his eyes to further enjoy the good feeling he was experiencing, the older male decided to reveal that he did indeed have a weapon on him. Brown eyes widened at that. He knew it. He fucking knew someone there had a gun. The very man himself carried! Lee could very well be in trouble. But would Ralph use it on him? Only if he misbehaved badly enough...

The thought made him shudder, the feeling quickly growing stronger. Was he... getting aroused? By a fucking gun?! He had the sudden, strong urge to do something about his quickly growing problem, the position the boy was in and the pillow luckily hid his predicament from the wrong eyes. Something was wrong.

"Where's your bathroom?" He asked suddenly. It was best he took care of his problem in privacy, away from the man whom Lee had no idea his intentions and motives.

[BelleSoumis]

At first, Ralph was confused. Perhaps the dosage wasn't strong enough or, worse yet, perhaps it simply wasn't effective on humans. He was just making a mental note to fire the scientists he had hired to work on the drug when Lee asked his question, and very abruptly did he do so. At this, Ralph couldn't help but let out a breathy chuckle through his nose, nor could he hide the smirk that crept onto his lips.

Ah. There we go.

"Why?" the CEO questioned Lee suddenly, tilting his head in genuine curiosity. Or maybe he was mocking the boy? It finally appeared, clear as day, that the older man was up to something. It may not have been clear yet to the teen, but it soon would be. Ralph would be oh, too happy to indulge in any questions Lee may have at this point. However, Mr. Mitchell knew that--within the hour--those questions would all end in a whiny, 'please, Sir~?" Well... a guy could dream, anyway. Still, not wanting to tip Lee off too much, he decided to play charades for as long as possible by feigning innocence in the dilemma of the poor boy. And he clarified his prying inquisition, rather justifying it by adding in a mocking tone, "Planning on finding an escape route? I assure you the vents are much too small for you to fit through, and the only way out of this room is through those doors over there." He finished with a nod towards the entrance through which they had come. And then, after a moment's consideration, he faked a contemplative look towards the ceiling. "Well. I suppose you could leave through the window... But that'd be a long... messy fall."

[Kasumii]

"Why the fuck do you think?" He retorted, eyes narrowing at the man's reaction. For the first time Lee wasn't thinking of finding an escape route. He could try to will his erection away, sure, but as he tried to think of anything to rid himself of his issue, he was finding it quite difficult. He followed the man's gaze toward the door, before glancing over to the windows. "I'm not stupid enough to jump from the fucking windows." It never once crossed his mind as he would surely be dead jumping from that height. Judging from how openly the younger male began speaking, it would be clear to the elder that he was growing impatient. The drug was no doubt having an effect on him.

Fuck it. He didn't need the other to find the bathroom. It wasn't as if he was chained down to the couch. Only, if he stood, the other would quite obviously see his problem. It would lead to trouble for Lee, the man probably wanting to jump him at the sight after he openly spoke of banging his mates while he was in the service. Lee felt trapped as he scanned the room from where he sat, trying to figure out which door led to a bathroom.

The feeling grew more intense, Lee's grip on the pillow tightening, his face turning red as he began feeling flushed. His breathing quickened, almost in a pant. He was slowly getting the hint. "You did something, didn't you?" He accused the male. He still wasn't totally convinced it was from the other, but why else did he, himself, feel like jumping the first person he laid eyes on? Ralph...

"What did you do?" He questioned him, eyes narrowing into a glare.

[BelleSoumis]

The smirk returned. Ralph couldn't help it. He was so... cute, when he lashed out in anger. Like a caged animal, truly, backed into a corner and using its tiny little claws in a vain attempt to ward off predators. Ralph was the predator. And Lee Chapman, surely, would be his prey.

You did something, didn't you?

Mr. Mitchell didn't respond, beyond letting out another chuckle through his nose.

What did you do?

Now Ralph was laughing. Actually, genuinely laughing. He leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he glowered menacingly at the younger male. It was a terrifying, haunting sight that was sure to put the younger on edge. But Ralph didn't really care. As he, too, was growing impatient, but for different reasons.

"Number one rule, when you're a prisoner of war, Mister Chapman..." Mr. Mitchell sighed, shaking his head as he continued to snicker and pull out his cigar case and lighter from his pocket. He took his time opening the case and drawing forth one of the cancer-sticks, placing it between his lips as he lit the tip. And as it glowed a fiery red when he inhaled, he closed his eyes, savoring both the taste of the flavored tobacco as well as the precious sounds of shallow breathing from Lee. Then he opened them again, staring daggers at the boy, the smirk disappearing in disapproval as he pulled the cigar away. He blew the smoke to the side before finishing:

"...never accept food or drink from the enemy."

[Kasumii]

Lee watched the male carefully, not liking his reaction in the slightest. He leaned back in his seat as if it would put anymore distance between the two of them as the male leaned forward, laughing over the situation. "What?" He questioned softly.

He was drugged. That much, he was certain of. His thoughts were clouded, much like they had been earlier. He never felt a prick in his arm or anywhere in his body, so how did the male manage to do it? He didn't want to tear his gaze away from the other, knowing he was a dangerous threat. He knew Ralph was. He fucking knew it. Why did he lower his guard? Thankfully he hadn't eaten anything the male ordered yet. Thankfully he hadn't... oh. Oh, no. He did.

His gaze finally did fall on the glass of water sitting across from him on the table. He stared at that slice of lemon for a moment, slowly piecing things together. He looked back up at the male, voicing the very words Lee had come to realize. He needed to distance himself from Ralph, now. Not caring about covering his erection any longer, the elder quite aware of it as he was the cause, he moved the pillow. He shifted, the slightest of movements sending waves of pleasure through him, forcing a gasp through parted lips as he shuddered. He turned to climb off of the couch, climbing the arm to get himself out of the pit. His movements were slowed, every move torturous, leaving the younger male more and more desperate. Desperate for... release? To find a room to find said release? He needed to be quick, the elder much quicker than he in his current predicament. He went for the first door he laid eyes on across the room, aiming to get inside and close the door behind him and lock it. He didn't care if it was a bedroom. He just needed to separate himself from Ralph.

[BelleSoumis]

Surprisingly, the older male did not budge from his current position. He merely puffed on his cigar lazily, nonchalantly blowing smoke rings into the air and completely ignoring the younger's pathetic attempt at an escape. It wasn't that he didn't care, or that he didn't desire Lee as much as the teen probably (albeit begrudgingly) desired him, in that moment. It was that this, to Ralph, was a game of chess. A game of chess where all of Lee's pawns and most of his pieces had been removed. He had only a useless Knight, a cornered Bishop, and the coveted, tantalizingly close King. But Ralph was just as wise and patient as he was intelligent. He knew that, eventually, Lee would run out of moves and put himself into Check. And that would be game. Either Lee would lose by forfeit, by giving into the temptation, by realizing masturbation was fruitless and that he needed Ralph Mitchell in order to find release... Or he would probably pass out from lack of blood flow in his body? Perhaps go insane? Any outcome was fine with Ralph, because in any outcome possible, in this moment: he had won. He had long since captured the Queen and was slowly making his way towards that beautiful, beautiful Checkmate.

"Have fun trying to reach your prostate," Mr. Mitchell called in Lee's direction. He was finally answering the unasked question of just what the hell he put in the boy's drink. "That's the only way for the effects to be alleviated. It's a powerful aphrodisiac... for male bottoms. Aphrone, we call it. Not quite legal, yet, but... That's what you're here for, isn't it?" As he spoke, Lee kicked up his feet on the pit and reached for his remote control. A few simple clicks of buttons later, and the projector screen was extending itself from the ceiling until it reached the floor. The projector itself turned on, and within moments, the unmistakable sound of porn-grade moaning filled the suite. The bastard really did turn on pornography on the 12-foot-minimum-wide screen. Was it to taunt the younger? To egg him on? To aid him? Or maybe to lure him in? Honestly, it was probably a combination of all the above. Ralph was disinterested in the genre (it was focused on a woman with big-bouncing breasts, after all), but he figured it might entice Lee a bit more than his choice of porn. "The resolution on this thing is great, by the way," the CEO piped up after a moment or two of silence. He was curious as to what the younger male would do at this point in time. It was a game of cat-and-mouse at this point, but in this case, Tom was one sick, sick motherfucker.

Edited December 6, 2022 by BelleSoumis

[Kasumii]

Lee was, well, surprised that the male didn't chase after him. He stayed just where he was, seemingly disinterested in him. Whatever was happening, Lee again thanked whatever deity existed to allow him to safely hide away in the room which did turn out to be a bedroom. Quickly locking the door behind him, he leaned against the door, panting heavily as the drug reached its peak in his system. The weakness took over, forcing Lee to his knees. He tried to pull his pants off, the only thing separating him from relief. Only, it would prove useless as the male called out to him, explaining what the drug did. Even if he could reach his prostate, he figured it would probably be useless fingering himself. He would need more.

He refused the man's assistance for now, opting to jerk himself off. With his length freed from its confines, he wrapped a hand around it, stroking himself. His cock was incredibly hard, red and throbbing, pre beading and spilling from the tip. His head tilted back, resting against the door he had been leaning on, spreading his legs wider if it would aid in some way.

The effects from the drug were incredible, rendering the younger male a squirming, groaning mess. He tried to silence himself, slapping a hand over his mouth, not wanting to give the male any satisfaction. Brows furrowed, the male shaking his head; male bottoms, huh? That was so ridiculous, how would a drug know a man's preferred position in bed? It was right, Lee wanting to curse its creation, whoever figured out such a thing.

He couldn't believe it. He finally got his answer, why the elder bought him from the auction. How dare he treat him like a test subject!

Which, Lee actually decided to call him out on, yelling behind the door, "I'm not a fucking test subject!"

He groaned, more in frustration at that point than pleasure, hearing what sounded like porn. Sounds of a woman moaning filled the air. "That doesn't do anything for me!" He cried, not really knowing at that point what he was saying, though he may have just hinted to his own sexuality to the elder. He knew from a younger age that he was gay. There was simply no attraction to his fellow female classmates in school even as he got older. He preferred looking at the boys, even experimenting with a few to confirm his suspicions. The moans were meant to aid him, to really get him going, and it may have helped, ever so slightly. He just didn't care for the one making the sounds.

Minutes had passed, Lee spread out on the floor, naked and sweaty, desperately trying to finger himself. He had slicked his fingers up with saliva, the only thing he had available, and slipped them inside of himself, searching for that special spot. He jolted as he found it, his fingers mercilessly rubbing at it, yet that delicious satisfaction he normally got just wasn't there. He panted heavily, groaning out in frustration. He was nearly brought to tears, the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall. He had gotten to a point of no longer caring if the male on the other side of the door could hear him.

He moved himself to a sitting position, he didn't know what to do. He scanned the room from where he sat, wondering if there was some item he would be able to use that wouldn't end up harming him. He didn't see anything, and the boy eventually came to the realization that he had to get the bastard to help him. Slowly lifting himself on shaky legs, he laid a hand on the door, ever so hesitant to turn the knob. He first unlocked the door, of course, before turning the knob. He ran his hand through his hair wet from sweat, the younger male revealing his disheveled state to the elder as he stepped out of the room. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it, unable to look at the other. He wished his point he could come across without him having to speak. Yet, he knew the other would tease him endlessly, no doubt forcing Lee to spell out exactly what he wanted from him.

"You're a terrible person," he muttered. "I-I'm not doing this because I desire you in any way-- and will you turn that fucking thing off?" He glared, finally looking up to see just what the male had put on in an attempt to entice him.

[BelleSoumis]

Oddly enough, Ralph hadn't budged from his spot. Or maybe it wasn't odd at this point. Nothing the older male did would surprise the younger, the former would wager. Which sucked, because he lost the element of surprise. But at this point, Mr. Mitchell knew he didn't need it. As soon as he heard that doorknob turn, he smirked, as he knew he had won. The CEO was peacefully puffing away on his cigar and blowing those damn rings, some of them resembling more interesting shapes the more he twisted and strained his lips. It was like he was merely amusing himself until Lee decided to show his shameful face. But even then, Ralph didn't look at Lee. He just looked at the rings in mild bemusement before they would fade away into thin air. And then he'd blow more and stare at those, too. It wasn't until Lee had actually revealed himself and made his first inkling of a request for the older's help. But of course, it wasn't enough for Ralph.

"Do you not know how to properly address your Superiors...?" the CEO hummed, still not looking at Lee. He didn't seem angry. But he didn't seem pleased, either. In fact, he was rather... unfazed by the situation. Even his cock, mainly due to the category of straight porn blaring throughout the room, remained flaccid enough so that it didn't even create any bigger of a bulge in his rather tight suit pants. He wasn't turned on. Not yet. Not until he had the other begging to be used. Timid and reluctant suggestions weren't enough. He needed to be needed. He craved to be craved. He desired to be desired harder than anything Lee had ever desired in his life.

"...You will henceforth end every sentence with the word: 'Sir.' You will no longer speak out of turn, and you will no longer disrespect me, my home, nor my character." Finally, Ralph's eyes slowly, unhurriedly drifted over to lock onto Lee. And now he looked hungry. "...Is that clear? Lee?" It was the first time Mr. Mitchell had not called Lee 'Mr. Chapman.' The power dynamic had shifted. The scale had tipped. And just to up the ante, Ralph's arms discreetly stretched upwards, and his shirt moved with him. The action flashed a quick vision of the gun he wore at his waist, reminding Lee of just who was in control here, and very, very subliminally suggesting that Ralph did not give a single fuck if he had to kill Lee in order to maintain that level of respect he was demanding. So he had been lying, as Lee had suggested. He was no better than any other patron at that god-forsaken auction. No... Rather, in fact, he was much, much worse.

[Kasumii]

"Fuck. You." He spat out, not particularly caring to show any respect to the other. Lee thought as long as he stayed where he was, the other still sitting on the couch, that he would be safe. He could say and do as he pleased. He couldn't help himself but roll his eyes at the sudden show of dominance, the elder expecting him to behave in a certain way. Lee was cocky, up until the male stretched, revealing an alarming reminder that he could very well be dead in the next few seconds. Only if he continued to misbehave.

The feeling that the distance between them that felt safe a moment ago had dispersed. Distance didn't mean shit considering the male had a fucking gun. That terrible scenario the elder planted in Lee's mind, of getting hooked on drugs and awaiting his next fix, was quickly becoming a reality. It was Ralph's reality - his plan and entire reasoning for buying Lee. It was rapidly settling in, and he could feel the tears finally falling. This would be his life from now on. The man drugging him, experimenting with his body, doing whatever the hell he wanted with him. Killing him, if he so chose to. Hands rose, covering his face to hide the tears. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to will them away.

"Why?" He managed to whisper out, hands falling to his sides. "Why me?" There were so many others at the auction. Why him? It should be his friends here, as much as he hated to think. He didn't want to go out, he wasn't the one gambling. Why did it have to be him?

His body was screaming at him: pounce the bastard! Get him to fuck you! But he felt frozen, his body contradicting its desires by refusing to move from his spot leaning against the door.

Edited December 7, 2022 by Kasumii

[BelleSoumis]

Unsurprisingly, Ralph seemed rather untouched by this sudden show of emotion from the younger. Even as he began to cry, Ralph continued to look bored. Though he did look away again, focusing on the rings he continued to blow. He definitely and clearly didn’t expect Lee to break this quickly, nor this far, to the point of weeping. Still, the cold hearted veteran didn’t care for tears, as they didn’t really affect him. He had taken many a lives from pathetic spies and enemies that had infiltrated his territory as they practically shat their pants with tears and fear.

Mr. Mitchell was not one for soft, comforting words. However, the ex-marine did seem to intensely contemplate Lee’s question. Why? indeed.

”Because…” Ralph began, then trailed off again. He furrowed his brow in concentration, trying to figure out how to word his thoughts in a proper manner. He was in no hurry to relieve Lee of his problem. After all, the younger had not yet begged him to do so. So why should he help?

”…you look just like him.”

And with that, Ralph flicked his attention back to the projector screen. A quick push of a button on the remote, and the scene on the screen completely changed. It appeared to be that of some barracks. Atop a cot lay a beautifully chiseled young man, probably somewhere in his late teens or early twenties. The male was lying on his side, attempting to read a book, it appeared. A closer look (through the shaky camera footage and piss-poor resolution [this was clearly an amateur tape]) would reveal that it wasn’t just any male. It as a young Ralph Mitchell.

The scars were gone from his body, save for the steering wheel, which looked a lot brighter (suggesting that it might be fresh at the time of the filming), and truthfully the man was drop-dead gorgeous. He could’ve easily been an underwear model or something of the sort. Meanwhile, behind the camera came some giggling from what sounded like teenage femboy, and indeed it was.

”Are you ready, baby?” the cameraman inquired, and the audio blared through the speakers as the microphone peaked several times. It was a really shitty camera and an even shittier cameraman working the damn thing. The Ralph in the video appeared disinterested, and he hummed a disinterested inquiry that was unintelligible without looking away from his book.

Finally the camera stayed put and the clunking sound of it hitting the tripod ceased, as the unidentified male had successfully angled it the way he wanted. The cot was in full view, and so was Ralph, who was shirtless, but still had his pants and boots on. There was also a dog tag hanging from around his neck.

”…for me to rock your fucking world?” the stranger purred, appearing in front of the camera (with his back to the camera’s view) and flashing open his oversized coat at the clearly older male. At this, video-Ralph finally looked up from his book, smirked, and tossed the now-useless pile of paper aside carelessly. He sat up as the other man strutted closer, shedding the coat and revealing his truly naked form. He, too, wore his boots and dog tag, but that was it. Otherwise, he was completely nude.

Suddenly the film was fast forwarded. It sped through a few scenes of the two males making out on the cot and taking turns being on top of each other and groping. But then it paused when the younger male finally turned around to face the camera. And ho, ly, shit.

This kid was the picture perfect replica of Lee. Everything from his skinny frame, to his thin facial features, and even down to his shaggy black hair. Everything was almost exactly the same. IRL-Ralph pressed a button, and the video zoomed in on the man’s face, which was frozen in ecstasy in poor bliss.

”My first lover… Hugh,” the CEO explained, staring at Lee now. He was clearly expecting some sort of reaction. Perhaps judgment, or maybe anger or confusion, a disgusted snap of ‘Why the fuck should I care?’ All of which Ralph was prepared to deal with. Lee was fiery, after all.

”You look just like him,” Ralph finally reiterated, his voice barely above a whisper that the teen could hear. He sounded nostalgic, but also… sad?

[Kasumii]

The reality of Lee's situation was fully hitting him, and he couldn't help the rather quiet emotional outburst. He sniffled, rubbing his eyes, the tears slowing. He was confused, the elder's words not making much sense. "Who?" he asked softly. The male's attention returned to the screen and Lee followed his gaze, actually moving away from the door, closer to the couch to get a better look. He was still clueless, although very curious, as the video suddenly changed. The sounds of moans ceased, something Lee was thankful for. He could see a man laying in a cot, he appeared just like Ralph. No, it was clear to Lee that the man was in fact Ralph, younger and obviously when he was in service. The clothing and dog tags gave him a clue. Judging from his unmarked skin, compared to current Ralph, he had gotten the many marks scattering his skin through his time in service.

He blinked hearing another voice. That, along with the shaky camera movements, told him it wasn't Ralph who set up the camera, but someone was filming him. He quickly got the hint that something was about to happen. His worries rang true at the stranger's words and the fact that he was basically nude once he removed the coat. "Why are you showing me your sex tape?" He asked, quieting upon the video suddenly skipping forward.

It paused then, and Lee's eyes widened, his mouth falling open at the sight of the stranger. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought they were twins. A perfect, human sized replica. The male's face was distorted in pleasure and all Lee could wonder was, did the man want to experience that again? His first lover, lost somewhere in the past.

"Is this some sort of punishment?" He asked. "Because you're no longer with him... You'll force me to replace him or some shit by drugging me?!" Whatever the man missed, he would get back by forcing Lee to fuck him.

He shook his head, holding his hands up in a defensive way. "No, I'm not letting you do this. I'm not Hugh." The bastard would have to take him by force, despite the ever growing, desperate need to be filled and fucked mercilessly.

[BelleSoumis]

“Oh, I’m aware,” the man said easily, eyes frozen on Lee. He was scanning the boy with his gaze, now, taking in every dip of the hip and curve of a finger. Maybe he wasn’t going to get what he desired, tonight. Perhaps Lee wouldn’t be writhing in ecstasy beneath Ralph as he pounded into the boy’s sure-to-be tight little asshole.

Oh, well… I’m sure to enjoy myself either way. I suppose it’ll take time…

”Hugh is dead,” Mr. Mitchell finally concluded, eyes briefly glancing over at the big screen for a moment. He looked sad, wistful, and perhaps a little angry… and something in his expression confirmed that he was not the one who killed his past lover. However, the way the hunger returned to haunt his features ensured that Lee would be taking his cock that morning, one way or the other.

”…Come here, Lee,” the CEO said carefully, casually getting to his feet and standing in the middle of the pit. He moved no further, and it was painfully obvious that he truly did expect the younger to obey. There was no room for debate. Not when Ralph then rested his hands on his hips, one of them discreetly wrapping around the handle of the gun.

This was it. It was now or never. Ralph was going to kill the poor kid if he didn’t obey the commands that were being given to him. The older was crazy. That was it. Plain and simple. He was crazy, and he was willing to do anything to protect his pride and his image… including murder. And something said that this wasn’t the first time a situation akin to this one had happened. Had Ralph had other slaves in the past? Or maybe he had killed someone (or multiple people) while in service? None could be sure. All that was apparent was what was happening now: Lee’s life was in danger.

”I promise I won’t hurt you… so long as you obey,” Ralph reassured the younger, as if that would help.

[Kasumii]

Lee's hands fell to his sides once more, hands tightening into small fists. His gaze fell to the floor, his mind scrambling. Where was Starla? Where was that drink that was supposed to be arriving? Anything, anything at all to save him. The man's lover was dead and only Lee could replace him. What else was his purpose being there, besides to be his guinea pig to test out that damned drug? The drug very much so still coursing through his body. It was taking everything in the boy's power not to jump the elder to finally get some relief.

He found himself digging his nails into his palm, the younger noticing the sudden pinch of pain. He loosened his hands, shaking them gently to somehow rid himself of the feeling. His name was called then, and he looked up, eyes locking on what seemed to be a hand very close to where the gun was. Shit.

Things were becoming very real, very quickly. If he continued to resist the other, he would surely be dead. It was no longer a matter of if, but when. He managed to get a shaky foot forward, then the other, until he was standing in front of the elder in the pit. He was fairly uneasy on his feet, his legs finally giving out under him. He fell into a kneeling position before the other's feet, a rather perfect position for the submissive role he was meant to fill. He muttered out a few curses.

He let out an uneasy breath, leaning back to glance up at the elder. "Please don't hurt me," he pleaded softly. He would be lying if he said he wasn't scared. No, he was terrified. Up until then, he hoped everything the male spouted were empty threats. The elder was dead serious and he was very much in danger.

Edited December 7, 2022 by Kasumii

[BelleSoumis]

Two piercing gray eyes followed the boy as he, slowly but surely, made his way forward. And then his legs collapsed and he was on his knees. Ah, this was perfect. Everything was going according to plan. And now, finally, Ralph could get what he so deeply desired. If he couldn’t get the younger to beg for more, maybe he could get him to beg for his life.

”What did I say?” the older hummed, his hands not moving away from his hips, but instead closer. The one near the gun undid the clasp keeping the weapon firmly in place in its holster. And the other hand went for his cigar, gently plucking it from his lips as he blew a cloud of smoke. Strangely enough, despite everything else he had lied and deceived about, he still held enough respect for Lee to not blow the smoke directly in his face, but instead in the air. His head tipped backwards as he did so, and his eyes left Lee for that brief moment before returning to him, somehow looking even more eager than before. The man was absolutely unhinged.

”How do we end our sentences when addressing a Superior?” the CEO reiterated, giving Lee one final chance as he wrapped his fingers around the handle of his weapon. It was now or never, for Lee Chapman.

[Kasumii]

The elder questioned him and he quietly, save for his panting breaths, watched his face. He studied his features, gazing into those gray eyes that felt as if they could burn holes through him. His eyes moved down to his mouth, watching intently as he resumed smoking his cigar, blowing rings up, into the air. Never once in his face, giving him at least that much still. He found that fascinating, the little show of respect the male could show him, the little bit of kindness he could give. Lee could appreciate that, though for the time being his mind was anywhere other than that little display of grace shown toward him.

Right now, he needed to focus. He needed to stay alert. The elder was requiring him to show utmost respect toward him, to act as if the elder was the only thing in the room. No distractions, even if someone came in right that second. Ralph Mitchell was his Lord. As the male looked up, away from him, to blow out smoke from the cigar, Lee never once looked away from him. He was getting it, slowly learning how to act, how the other expected him to behave.

The elder posed his question once more, ready to end his life right then and there if he didn't answer correctly. He let out a shaky breath. He chose to repeat himself, adding in that very word the male was looking for, in any attempt to save himself. "Please don't hurt me, Sir." It wouldn't end there; Lee came to realize. Really, he didn't know when it would. Just because the male would get what he wanted that morning didn't mean Lee would be safe. Any wrong move and he would be dead.

Edited December 7, 2022 by Kasumii

[BelleSoumis]

The eyes continued to scrutinize Lee, scanning and taking in every detail, every movement, every trace of emotion on the boy's face. Ralph was addicted to this kid, this Lee Chapman, in a way he hadn't been since his fling with Hugh. Maybe it was the way Lee panted as he sounded out the coveted word Sir, or maybe it was the way his hair was disheveled and clung to his forehead with sweat, or maybe it was none of the above and simply a result of this being the first homosexual experience since Hugh... But whatever the reason, Ralph didn't care. He was thoroughly enraptured with the boy and all that came with him: the fiery temper, the way his spirit broke at the sight of death's door, his petite frame and ragged breathing... All of it. Ralph wanted to drink it in much like that Petrus that was taking way too long to arrive. But wine was the last thing on the Executive's mind at the moment. All he knew was that Lee Chapman was about to become his bitch.

Check. Mate.

"Well, then... If that is so..." Ralph uttered, in a deep, slow, dangerous tone. He paused to allow his hand--the one that had previously been wrapped around the gun handle--to stray away and reach for Lee's face. With it, he stroked some sweaty bangs out of the shorter male's eyes, and then his fingers drifted down so that his palm could cup the younger's cheek. The action was strange and almost discordant with the scenario, and--in a way--was the most terrifying thing Ralph had done thus far. It was tender, soft, loving, even. In that moment, it would become painfully clear that he was projecting onto Lee. His repressed homosexuality, his blazing and long-dead romance with the late and mysterious Hugh, his stifled and neglected sex drive stemming from not having a satisfying sexual experience in decades... It was all coming to the surface, and if this were an anime, there would've been a combination of hearts in Ralph's pupils, as well as a dark and ominous aura filling the room. The tension was thick. Lee was on very, very thin ice.

"I trust you know what to do in this position..." Mr. Mitchell suggested coolly, his hand finally leaving Lee and returning to the gun handle. But this time he pulled the thing out of its holster, and suddenly everything was extremely real. Maybe because the whispers of a threat was now an active hostage situation, legally. Maybe it was because of the knowledge that the gun had a suppressor, and they were on the top floor, and so--even without Ralph Mitchell being a billionaire who could easily get away with murder--no one would hear the gun go off, let alone Lee screaming. Lee Chapman was utterly alone in this world, or--worse yet--alone with Ralph. This was most likely terrifying to the poor younger boy. But to Ralph, it was bliss. In his mind, it was like the beginning of a twisted Hallmark film. Even as he placed the barrel of the gun against the side of Lee's skull and held it there, calmly, Ralph imagined it to be nothing more than a simple tool to earn Lee's affection. Yes, it was extortive, and yes, it was a crime, it was sinful, and it was just plain wrong. But to him, to Ralph, it was nothing more than a taboo, one-sided romance on the verge of becoming symbiotic. 

[Kasumii]

The elder's hand pulled away from the gun and Lee didn't know whether to feel relief or to stay on edge. Was it possible to feel both at the same time? A little bit of the former, but extremely on the latter. He swallowed hard, keeping as still as he could as the hand reached for him, his own hands resting a top his lap. The male touched him, and Lee couldn't help but flinch, eyes slipping closed. His skin felt like it was on fire, the man's touch even hotter. God, he wanted... him? Wanted... something, anything, so badly. He leaned into the touch, reveling in the sudden display of affection, almost nuzzling into the hand cupping his cheek.

Nothing was stopping Ralph from killing him. Even though Lee was now behaving, having no other choice but to submit, the man could easily grow impatient and end his life right then. Nothing was stopping him.

Wet eyes opened, looking back up at the male. He wasn't crying, every sensation had grown quite intense. It was overwhelming for the younger male. Teary, brown eyes followed that hand; it was no longer resting on the gun but actively pulling it out. He leaned back instinctively, freezing the moment the barrel rested against his head. A breath caught in his throat; the boy absolutely terrified now. He let it out slowly, as quietly as he could, fearing if he made the wrong sound the gun would go off.

He understood what he needed to do. Lee's mind focused on only one thing, pleasing the man however he wanted him to. Actually, two things. He was desperate to survive. Things were different from a year or two ago, the boy wishing for the sweet release of death to escape his father's delusions and abuse. He managed to get out the moment he turned eighteen. He and his friends found an apartment, surprisingly for cheap. They roomed together and attended the same college, each of them pursuing the very things they loved to do. Things were looking up for Lee.

Now he was drugged, naked, and kneeling in front of a deranged man holding a gun up to his head. If only he never went out last night. He let out another shaky breath, Lee reaching for the elder's pants. Shaky hands fiddling with the belt, top button, and zipper. He carefully pulled them down, taking his undergarments with them. With the elder free from his confines, Lee gently gripped his shaft to stroke him, a sudden flow of desire rushing through him. His brows furrowed at the sensation, panting a tad harder, and he leaned in and gave the tip of his length a lick. He glanced up at the male's face, assessing if he was doing things correctly, still pumping at his cock. "Is this okay? S-Sir?" He asked, nearly forgetting to address him properly.

Edited December 8, 2022 by Kasumii

[BelleSoumis]

The younger’s movements were slow, cautious, and on-edge. Good. Ralph decided he loved it that way. It was like he was deliberately drawing out the best moment of Ralph’s life (and yet the CEO dismissed that it was the worst moment of Lee’s). The feeling that racked through his body as the other touched him, even just to undo his trousers, made a shiver run down Ralph’s spine. A shiver which he successfully subdued so that it was not noticeable. He couldn’t let the other have any inkling of holding power over Ralph. Not when the younger was about to have the most vulnerable part of the older’s body in between his teeth.

The weapon-wielding psychopath named Ralph Mitchell did not expect the electric feeling that shot from the tip of his dick, out through his entire body, as he was stroked and licked. In fact, the feeling was so intense to him that he lost control for a mere moment and let out a sharp, shuddering breath at the contact. But he quickly regained control by placing the cigar between his lips and using his free hand to bury his fingers into Lee’s hair. But instead of yanking the boy by the black strands, he merely scratched at his scalp, almost desperately, but more as a sign of affection.

The mixed signals of ‘I want you’ and ‘I’m going to kill you’ were one and the same, now, each one bouncing off the other as Ralph rotated the gun to caress Lee’s cheek with the side of the barrel. “More,” came the breathy demand from the older, eyes rolled back in ecstasy for a moment before he managed to regain focus enough to look down at Lee. Lee… so small, so fragile, so… vulnerable. And he was so, so tantalizingly close. Ralph, truth be told, was already hard enough to plow into the boy right then. But no, in his mind, a little foreplay was in order.

”Suck it like you mean it,” Ralph commanded, sounding more composed now as he regained his composure. A smirk pulled the corner of his lips back, revealing his pearly white canines as he added teasingly, “like your life depends on it.”

[Kasumii]

Most of the subtle reactions the other made went by unnoticed as Lee focused intently on the task at hand. He only noted the new facial expressions, the pleasure the other felt by such a simple thing. Lee wanted to duck as the hand came for him again, but he held still, his scalp tingling at the contact, the singular digit just scratching at his scalp. He groaned softly, his eyes slipping closed momentarily. God, why did that feel so fucking good? He tried not to moan out, taking the shaft's head in between his lips, to allow the sound to be muffled, sending vibrations around the tip. He released it for a second as the gun moved down to his cheek, the younger unable to hold back the whimper that escaped.

Oh, God, please, he begged in his head. His mind, ravaged with pleasure at the smallest contact, was getting mixed signals. Why was the gun such a turn on? The very thing that was able to end his life, the thing he held onto so dearly. Was it only because it was grazing his skin? His body that was begging for more, more, more?

The man begged for more and Lee ducked down to take him back into his mouth. He sucked lightly on the head, swirling his tongue around it, paying special attention to the underside as it was one of his own personal favorites to be pleasured. His grip on his shaft tightening just a little, testing what the elder liked.

'like your life depends on it' because it fucking does. The younger squirmed, every sensation quickly growing to be too much. He desperately wanted to be touched. He took the male further into his mouth, his length sliding until he hit the back of his throat, before Lee pulled back. He began bobbing his head, sucking and stroking him, keeping both of his hands busy so he wouldn't be tempted to touch himself. All of his focus had to be on Ralph, no one else. Not even himself. As he slid the male closer to his throat once more, he tried to relax it, wanting to take him even further, wanting to deep throat him.

[BelleSoumis]

Now it was Ralph’s turn to pant, and he did. The man almost forgot the cigar in his mouth, but just before he opened his lips to let out a groan, he moved the hand with the gun and used his rather long fingers to curl around the handle and pinch the cigar. He leaned backwards to stub it clumsily in the ash tray, wanting desperately to return to Lee’s attention before doing so, and now both hands held the boy’s head in place. Mind you, he did not pull, but he also did not let him move further back. It was like a barrier was placed behind the teen’s head so that he could not get away. Everything was indeed focused on Ralph and his pleasure. That was all that mattered to the CEO right then. To finally be sucked off by another man, after what felt like eons of unsatisfactory blowjobs from female whores and several wives… Nothing compared, in Ralph’s mind, to the touch of another man. Especially when that touch was so delicate…

”Fuck,” Ralph growled, his fingers tightening around Lee’s head and holding it steady as he took him all the way in (or at least as far as the younger could… because of course the guy was hung like a goddamn stallion; why wouldn’t he be?). The side of the gun was pressed hard against Mr. Chapman’s head. It was almost as if Ralph had forgotten he was holding it. But at least the barrel was aimed at nothing, so even if it misfired it would probably hit a door or wall or something. “Take it all, you slut…” came Ralph’s harsh words, in an almost pained-sounding hiss. He was very much into degradation, and memories of his past male lover were flashing through his mind as he gazed upon the boy’s face, watched as tears were filling his eyes, absorbed the vibrations from his whimpers. Ralph was lost in pleasure, and he was having no qualms about letting Lee know… via humiliating the poor boy.

”You like to suck cock, hm? Well… You’re rather good at it. Hardly gagging… You must’ve done this a lot to get this skilled. Or maybe you’re simply naturally talented at being a whore,” Ralph ranted through gritted teeth, pulling his hips back and then pistoning them forward again. He knew his length and girth was nothing to scoff it, but it was clear he wasn’t aware at just how much of a mouthful he was as he forced the teen to deepthroat his cock, slamming into the back of his throat without remorse. “Tell me,” Ralph muttered in a low, sultry tone as he released his hold on the boy’s head just enough for Lee to speak, albeit his lips would brush against the tip of the older’s cock when he did so, “do you like being used as a cocksleeve?” And, as if to force Lee into the corner, where there was only one correct answer, he rotated his wrist, and Lee would feel the barrel of the gun pressed firmly against his skull once more. “…Hm?” the businessman hummed inquisitively, tracing circles with the gun in the boy’s hair.

[Kasumii]

The gun was moved, though no relief came over Lee as he knew it would return in a matter of time. His head was then held in place, not allowing him to move back much, it was only enough for him to do as he needed. With his throat as relaxed as he could manage (his throat having tightened since the gun was aimed directly at his head); he bobbed his head again, slowly taking the male down his throat. Lee was determined to get all of the elder into his mouth and down his throat. He would choke on the damned thing if it meant pleasing Ralph. If it meant saving his life.

He hummed softly in approval, the man verbally informing Lee he was indeed enjoying himself. He couldn't relax just yet. He wasn't done. Ralph wasn't done. Lee was pleased momentarily until he was stilled, confusion spreading across his face. All too quickly the man forced himself in, the younger male wincing but not gagging around his size. He wouldn't lie if asked, if he often slept with other men. As he grew older, he understood what he liked and sought after as many one-night stands as he could get. Yet, as school and work took over his life, it had been far too long since he slept with another. Perhaps not as long as Ralph, the male desperate for his touch.

Brown eyes fluttered opened, looking up at the elder, widening as it fully registered that yes, the male had indeed called him a slut; and Lee liked it. A lot. He had tried dirty talk with past partners, and he had an inkling he enjoyed it. He told the other he liked it by attempting to push forward, to get even more of his thickness down his throat. The elder continued his string of dirty talking and Lee groaned around him. He jumped as the other suddenly pulled back, only to shove himself inside once more. Ah, another one of Lee's favorites that he didn't get enough of. Face fucking. He had been meaning to explore more with the many one-night stands he had, yet he couldn't only convince so many to do it. Lee nearly melted as the male took over, fucking his throat without a care, Lee sinking into the floor bit by bit, his legs spreading from the motion.

The male paused, however, pulling away so Lee could breathe, the boy gasping and coughing. He swallowed down the drool that threatened to fall, the boy licking his lips. His cock brushed against his lips and Lee wanted to lean forward and take him back into his mouth, though he held back knowing the male was expecting him to speak. Panting, he looked up at the elder, another quiet whimper escaping him as the gun was pressed rather firmly against his head. He just couldn't get a break, Lee stunned as he realized his own cock twitched in response. Was it to Ralph's words? Or, worse, the gun? What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Yes, Sir," he gasped out, "I-I love being a cocksleeve, Sir. Y-Your cocksleeve." He made sure to behave, using the man's title. He wasn't sure how much more he could take, how much longer he needed to wait for his own release. Knowing what the male told him earlier, the only way he could truly get relief was by being fucked. His only option was Ralph, who Lee had pissed off enough to threaten his life and force him to focus on the elder's pleasure only. He knelt there, shivering, his cock an angry red, twitching here and there at how the male treated him, silently pleading for relief.

Edited December 8, 2022 by Kasumii

[BelleSoumis]

Ralph listened to these words, drank them in, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex that had filled the room, and breathed out heavily. He was quickly falling in love. Not only with the sensations Lee was giving him, but with the boy himself. After all, this was the first male encounter he had had since his time in the Marines. Since Hugh... Thoughts of the man flooded his mind suddenly. Thoughts of his lips, his cock, his tight little asshole, his warm and enticing throat... his innards spilling from his body, his chin smothered in his own blood as he coughed and sputtered his dying words ('I love...'), the lifeforce leaving his eyes as he passed in Ralph's arms. It was all too much. Tears pricked at the corners of Ralph's eyes, and suddenly he was angry. Infuriated, even.

Why? Why Hugh, and not him? It was his fault, after all. He was the one supposed to be checking the perimeter. He should've stopped it. He should've heard that grenade hit the ground. He should have tackled Hugh out of the way. But no. He ran. He heard enemy fire and he ran. Like a pussy. And now Hugh was dead. All because of Ralph fucking Mitchell. The thoughts were too much to bear. The billionaire couldn't push away the those damned thoughts. Thoughts of Hugh, how he suffered so much in his final moments... All Ralph could think to do was rekindle the good memories. To reignite the pleasure he had received just hours before Hugh died. To fuck this poor little bastard before him--Hugh's goddamn doppleganger, as if it weren't bad enough--into oblivion. And oh, it would hurt Ralph just as much as it hurt Lee. Or, so he thought for a moment. But then, inhaling deeply and closing his eyes (thankfully the tears didn't spill over and instead were simply re-absorbed back into his ducts), Ralph re-composed himself once more.

This was not Hugh. This was someone different. Someone new. Something new. A chance. A chance at happiness, at romance and passion, and maybe even true love. Ralph had a shot, for once in his fucking life, to make another man feel good instead of getting them killed.

And, that thought in mind, Ralph finally pulled the gun away, stepping back a few feet as he reeled slightly. He was shaking from so much of an overload of emotion. And, looking down at the weapon in his hand, he flicked it open to reveal to Lee... that it was empty. Then his free hand dove into his pocket and fished something out. He held his fist out to Lee and, trying to steady his arm from the shuddering, relaxed his grip and uncurled his fingers. A bullet. So the gun was unloaded the whole time. Fantastic.

"I would never hurt you," Ralph uttered, and something about the way he spoke told Lee that he was being sincere. He quickly shoved the bullet back into his pocket and the weapon into his holster before dropping to his knees before the younger and hunching down so that they were on eye-level. He peered into Lee's eyes, cupped his cheeks, and grasped his face gently. A thumb stroked his jaw, and then, after staring into Lee's eyes for a few more moments, Ralph's lips crashed upon the teen's, and it was so... gentle. So tender. And loving. Ralph loved the kid, and they had only just met, and through the shittiest circumstances imaginable. But Ralph didn't seem to give a fuck. He was disillusioned with reality. All he wanted was to be with Lee, to make him writhe with pleasure, to make him mad with desire, to make him cum for him. And so, with that thought in mind, Ralph suddenly broke apart from the kiss just as suddenly as it had started, and he shoved Lee's chest, fairly hard. But Ralph knew he wouldn't be harmed, as he would land on a cushion behind him. Then, before Lee could protest or move away, Ralph spread the younger's legs by grasping his ankles and pulling them apart. And he dove down, and suddenly Lee's entire length was engulfed in the wet, hot chasm that was Ralph's mouth and throat. And he, too, bobbed his head like an expert, groaning and sending vibrations up and down the shaft. He was far more into it than Lee, far more eager to please, and as he held Lee's hips in place with two, ridiculously large hands with ridiculous gorilla strength, Ralph had one goal and one goal only: make this fucking whore cum in his mouth.