Fan Fiction ❯ Innocence Lost ❯ two. ( Chapter 2 )

Mamoru pulled the sobbing boy into his lap, wrapping his arms around the frail body, hoping that there was something, anything he could do to help his boss's son. He'd seen the boys plenty of times- they were in and out of the store frequently, chattering at each other or their parents. His favorite thing to do when they were around was stock shelves, because then they'd help, and he had a chance to talk with them. They were like his little brothers, so it was wrong to think of them as sexy. They were so young, it wasn't right! But Mamoru wanted nothing more than to have the two of them together, and walking in, seeing Tamasine like that…well, he'd have masturbatory material for weeks to come. The stock boy shook his head clear of those thoughts, as he had many times before and went back to trying to comfort the blond in his arms. He'd finally stopped coughing, thankfully.

Tama curled himself tighter in the warmth of the strong arms surrounding him. This was what he craved, more than pleasure, more than his own brother- he wanted comfort. Someone to hold him when life threw curveballs his way. Being the older of the two, he'd always been the strong one, the one to protect and sooth Tomo in the boy's fits, keeping himself completely oblivious to his own needs. Times like this, though…times like this, he could relax and forget that his brother was in pain somewhere, being used by so many different people. He'd almost fallen asleep when another coughing fit jerked him back to reality and the harsh truth that Tomo was still missing, and he was still the only one who could help. He didn't know how, but he'd help.

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In the dark warehouse, a boy lay tied on a filthy mattress in a corner, finally alone. He'd feel better about his lack of use if it weren't for his throat seizing up every few minutes to try and clear some of the thick cum from his esophagus. Eyes closed, he feigned sleep, hoping that nobody would bother him for at least another hour while his body attempted to recuperate.

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In a disused office toward the back of the warehouse, twelve men ranging in ages from 14 to 25 stood around a speakerphone. A clear, crisp voice came through.

"I trust all is going to plan?" A few of the gang snickered, getting hastily elbowed by other members.

"Yes, sir," Shin started. "Everything is running smoothly. The cameras have been catching all of it, every single bit of the action. In fact," he looked at a television, then out the doorway. "He's sleeping right now. Tomorrow starts the real trial, though. We're going to introduce him to the boss's serum, then we'll see how pure he stays." There was a brief silence that gave the distinct impression that the man on the other end of the line was nodding to himself. The speakerphone crackled and he spoke again.

"Good, good. And have you been documenting the process?"

A slight chuckle escaped from a few of the gang. Shin smiled.

"Yes, of course. We'll send someone over with the documentation right away."

"Very well. I think I'll stop by the day after tomorrow, just to see how the boy is progressing. Good night, gentlemen." The twelve men exchanged varying glances before settling their eyes on Shin. He glared at nothing and everything, ordering everyone out. In their haste to comply, nobody noticed the spike haired second in command, Ran, staying behind and pulling their leader into a steamy kiss.

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At the other end of the line sat a man in his early thirties. Platinum hair hung like a curtain on either side of his face. Black eyes glittered evilly as he hung up the phone, chuckling quietly. He stood, pushed in his chair and left the room to give his report.

His pressed suit only wrinkled slightly on the walk to his superior's office. Knocking thrice on the oak door, he turned the knob and entered. Closing the door behind him, he strode to a chair and sat. Across from him, behind the desk sat a grim faced man with chestnut hair styled impeccably. The blond broke the silence first.

"Sir, I've just had word from them. The boy is ready for the serum tomorrow, and I'll personally see how he reacts the day after. The video has been running all day, and they're sending a copy over now. Hopefully, this will feed the Boss's addictions long enough to set up our plan." The man behind the desk merely nodded, just once. The blond took that as his cue to leave. He stood, brushing imaginary crumbs from his pants and turned towards the door. He was surprised to hear his superior's voice.

"Jun, make absolutely sure everything goes according to plan. We have no margin for error." The blond, Jun, nodded and absently said over his shoulder, "I know sir. That's why I'm going there personally." Having given his report, Jun glided back to his own office where a fiery haired woman waited for him. Suavely sliding the door shut behind him, Jun smiled brightly at the woman.

"Sorry that took so long, Lise. Lunch? My treat. I'll fill you in on what those stupid kids are doing to the boy they kidnapped, too. It'll be interesting." Lise shook her head.

"That's a very tempting offer, but I can't. The Boss wants to see me for lunch." Everything in that statement told him exactly what the Boss wanted to see her about. Jun shook his head as well, blond falling back into perfect place when it stilled.

"Just remember, Lise, the Boss is the Boss. He never does anything that'll benefit anyone but himself. Don't get too attached." Lise smiled ruefully and left the spacious office of her supposed leader. It didn't matter if the Boss was using her. It was nothing new.

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Back in the warehouse, the bound boy sighed. He missed his family, his big room with his brother, his brother…He missed Tama most of all. The taciturn boy was the only one who really ever listened to Tomo. Sure, other people heard him, but Tama actually listened. He loved his brother for that. That fact alone even made up for the little inkling of jealousy Tomo had accumulated throughout their schooling. Tama was always better than him, and everyone knew it. They rubbed it in, too. They'd stop laughing when he got home, though. He'd prove he knew things that Tama hadn't even dreamt of, even if it meant teaching them to Tama to do it. They'd see. They'd all see. Just as soon as he could get out of here.

Here, the warehouse, was gross. It smelled bad, the floor was dirty and his shoulders hurt. His arms were thankfully numb- they had been since early that afternoon. Lying on them for three hours while you were fucked would do that, he supposed. That was a term he'd not used much before, but it really was the only one that fit his situation. This was changing him more than he wanted, not that he had any say in the matter. His eyelids slid shut again as he thought of the comforts of home. He could imagine it now: nothing would've changed between him and the rest of the family. He'd come home from a busy day of playing in the cold, and there would be Mother, waiting for him at the door with a mug of steaming cocoa. He'd take that and strip his outer layer on the way to his room to tell Tama of his adventures. They'd curl up in the window like always, Tama sitting back against the frame and himself between his brother's legs. Tama's hand would run through his hair, tightening a little and pulling his head back, exposing his throat and his brother would leave a trail of soft kisses from his ear to his neck, then his mouth. He'd turn, making it easier to continue their kiss, leaning heavily on his twin-

A dull thud resounded through the concrete room as Tomo lifted his head and let it fall against the mattress. Tama wouldn't do that. He just…wouldn't. Not even if he begged. Tama wasn't sick like he was. Tama was still pure. Not like him at all. Not for the first time in his life, Tomo envied his brother.

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The adolescent was frightened. Understandably so, too. He'd been given the first tape of several to deliver by hand to the mysterious man that was paying his older brother. A passerby startled him into hiding in a doorway, clutching the nondescript manila envelope to his heaving chest. He was scared out of his wits by now, but he couldn't risk Shin's wrath by turning back. His orders were clear: get the package to the Boss no matter what. Shin didn't care if he died, that's how important it was. Or maybe his judgment was being clouded by the income. He'd read somewhere that money did that to people. Unkei barely remembered reading, thought of it very rarely, in times of duress. After the accident, Shin didn't like him reading, so he didn't. Shin's opinion was everything to the young teen, the only thing that mattered. Family bonds were the hardest to break, and that's why he'd follow Shin to the very ends of the earth if it meant more time in his presence.

Leaning in the doorway, Unkei paused to catch his breath. Sometimes, he wondered if Shin's reaction to reading wasn't left over from their father. He'd been an evil man who, when in his right mind, sat and read the newspaper and anything else he could get his hands on. But sometimes…sometimes, he'd hear something wrong and just snap. Those were the worst, because neither Unkei nor Shin knew what triggered it. If they had, they could've avoided the beatings, but no one was sure. The young man shook his head, as if to clear it. The past was still pretty fuzzy for him, and he relied on Shin to tell him if he was misremembering things. He wasn't sure when they left home, but it happened one day. He supposed they had just gotten tired of being abused and left. It seemed the kind of thing for Shin to do, just rash enough to be considered a viable course of action. His eyes darted from side to side of the doorway. Not noticing anymore people on the street, he continued his pilgrimage to the corporate headquarters the Boss's office was.

Unkei wasn't sure why the Boss wanted a tape of what they were doing to that boy. That poor boy…his eyes hurt so much. He wasn't sure, but he thought the boy might have been in the academy with him. If not him, then the one that looked so much like the bruised and battered child sleeping soundly on the concrete floor of the warehouse. There were two, after all. The one they had and the quiet one with shorter hair. Briefly, he wondered why they hadn't grabbed both, but decided that it was better not to question his brother's motives. It could end badly. The glass doors of the Boss's corporation came into view and Unkei visibly relaxed. Home stretch, finally. Breaking into a sprint, he quickly reached the mirrored doors.

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The passerby paused just past the doorway where the teen stood clutching his envelope. He looked…familiar. Was he one of Tomo's friends? Did he know anything about his son's whereabouts? Ryuji turned back toward the doorway, hoping that the dark haired youth would still be there, but to now avail. The disheartened father watched the boy's back fade into the distance. Where was he going in such a hurry? He turned, defeated, and continued his search for anything that would clue him in to his missing boy's location.

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A man in a pristine black suit sat on behind a desk in the only office on the top floor of the building the panting Unkei was outside of. With his fingers steepled under his chin, he looked positively foreboding. His hair was slicked back away from his face, making his dark eyes and sharp nose stand out even more. He was handsome, in a severe way. Black almond eyes and a regal nose centered over a thin mouth stretched taut in a grimace. Handsome wasn't a word that came to mind from the description, but he was. It was a stark attractiveness that confronted the man now standing in the open doorway of his office. The standing man's breath caught in his throat as it always did when he was in the presence of the dark man. Smoothing a hand over his chestnut hair, he straightened and pulled on his own suit self consciously before speaking.

"Sir, a boy is here. He says he has something you requested. A videotape of sorts." The man behind the desk nodded absently, dismissing the man before he had finished his piece. Realizing this, he queried.

"Was there something else, Lashi?" The chestnut haired man flushed, almost imperceptibly, and shook his head. He turned on heel and walked back out of the office. As soon as he was on the elevator and it was headed down, a tousled head of red hair peeked from below the desk.

"He wants you, sir. It's obvious." Lise wiped the corner of her mouth with a knuckle before resuming her only purpose in the company- pleasuring her Boss. Smirking, the man nodded.

"Everybody does."

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If you had asked Lise in high school what she thought she'd do with her life, her answer wouldn't have reflected her current situation in the least. Her goal was to have a family, living in a nice house in the 'burbs, and on weekends she'd go and participate in races. Instead she was stuck as a bodyguard whose job duties consisted of getting on her knees and sucking. It was ridiculous, really. She'd had fourteen years of training in martial arts, and it was being squandered on a man's penis. Not that he was ugly, or anything like that, but she didn't want to spend the rest of her career as a human excretion vacuum service. She sighed inwardly and continued her task.

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Unkei cautiously opened the door to the large office, peering inside warily. At the man's motion for him to enter, he presented himself fully to the scrutiny of this dark man. His hands flitted from his pockets to his hips to across his chest and back to his pockets, switching the envelope between them in an almost juggling manner. The raven haired man glared, a quick glinting of already narrowed eyes, and the fidgeting stopped abruptly.

"I understand there's something you're supposed to deliver to me." The terrified youth nodded, and the man continued. "Then give it to me." He held out his hand expectantly for the package, hoping that it was what he was waiting for. Unkei slowly walked the seemingly miles to the desk where he set the envelope. The man pulled out a particularly vicious looking letter opener from a jar on the desktop and tore into the manila paper. Turning it open end down, he dumped the contents out onto the blotter. He smiled ferally at the sight of the video and immediately dismissed the boy so he could watch it in peace. He was eager to see just who Shin had taken.

He pushed a button on the desk, and a panel slid open on the wall, revealing a large television. Opening a drawer on the side of his desk, a video cassette recorder popped out. He shoved the tape in the VCR and hit another button on his desk, locking the door. The television swiveled out, giving him prime view of whatever the video held. The screen flickered, then went blank.

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A young boy was being led into the room, his light brown eyes wide with wonder. Another boy, no older than 16, with light brown hair bordering on blond, held his hand, leading him further into the darkened building. The younger was so intent on looking at everything at once that he didn't see the three pairs of glinting eyes in the darkness behind him. The three advanced on the unknowing boy, one of them clutching a rope. The boy's arms were wrenched behind him painfully and bound. His eyes widened further, giving him a deer in the headlights look. His mouth fell open in shock, and a rough piece of fabric was shoved in. It was at this point the boy came out of his near comatose state, reality seeping into his eyes. He blinked back tears as a scar faced young man strode to him, smiling wickedly. The teen's eyes flashed dangerously and the boy pleaded with him silently, wanting nothing more than to just go home. The older boy's arm stiffened and he backhanded the pale blond, sending him flying. Unconscious, he fell to the floor.

Two more teens appeared to drag the boy to a mattress not far from the camera. A leering face filled it's sights as Shin spoke to the Boss.

"This is all for you, Boss. Hope you enjoy it." Hands came onto the sides of the tape's vision and repositioned the camera to face the mattress, giving a clear view of anything that happened there. Several more teens were already gathered around the makeshift bed, chuckling and elbowing each other, occasionally reaching forward to grope the prone child. A spiky haired teen giggled maniacally and hoisted the boy up, fastening his already bound wrists to a metal pole near the wall. He took his time, making sure the knot was perfect, then made sure the unconscious blond was positioned just right, taking ample amounts of liberty in groping and fondling the boy. Another, the youngest one yet, took in the sight of the sweet face, the purpling bruise on his cheek, the hair falling into his face. He sucked in a shaky breath as his hands found his own waistband. Slipping inside with one, the other trying to free his erection, the teen shook his long black hair from his face and grunted in perverse pleasure. One hand still stroking himself, he reached forward to rub the boy's soft little penis through his pants. With a howl, the teen came over his own hand. He looked at it disgustedly, then wiped it into the bound child's hair, trying to clean all of his cum from his hand. The same gelled redhead that had fixed the boy to the pole caught the black haired teen's hand and brought it to his mouth. Eyes boring into the younger's, he licked along the palm up the fingers, gathering all he could with one pass. At the top of his fingers, the older sucked the digits into his mouth, much to the enjoyment of the long haired teen.

The boy was not forgotten, however. Hands from everybody reached toward him, groping and pinching. And he was unaware of it all.