Slam Dunk Fan Fiction ❯ Shohoku's Pride ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

CHAPTER EIGHT:

Kogure and Rukawa were unceremoniously dumped on the carpeted floor of Takeda's suite in his mansion located in the outskirts of Yokohama.

The two boys had earlier been given the doctor's go-signal to leave the hospital. But just as they stepped onto the sidewalk, a black car skidded to a halt before them. Armed men swiftly got out of the car and snatched them off the street before they could even cry out for help.

Holding on to his injured teammate, Kogure could only glare helplessly at the hulking crime lord who claimed ownership over Rukawa. Takeda slowly lowered his hand, reaching out to the ace, but Kogure slapped his hand away.

"Don't you dare touch him, yaro!!" the Senior hissed in rage. "You've hurt him enough!"

"Oh, but he's used to that treatment, boy," Takeda sneered at the small forward. "He's just grown soft from those years playing basketball. Up to now, I still can't believe he'd choose that damned game over this luxurious life. Didn't he tell you how good I am to him and his mother?"

"I could see for myself just how evil you are! Damn you! You promised you'd give him his freedom! Not good at keeping your word? You and your clients nearly fucked him to death last night! That was supposed to be the last! Why are you taking him back now?"

"Ah, but that wasn't the only condition I gave him before I could grant him his freedom." The crime lord grinned wickedly at them. "Didn't Ru-chan tell you what my second condition was?"

That question drew a shocked gasp from Rukawa's lips. Before Kogure realized what was happening, their positions suddenly became reversed -- this time, with the ace's arms wrapped tightly and protectively around the Senior's head and body.

"No, ojisan!" Rukawa declared strongly, although his body was shaking in terror. "I've changed my mind. I've decided to stay until I can pay my debt to you in full."

"Rukawa, don't! You don't owe that bastard anything!" cried Kogure, struggling to free himself, but the Super Rookie held on to him.

"Oh, but you're already free, Ru-chan! You've fulfilled my second condition. Don't be foolish, boy. All you have to do is simply walk out of this place and never look back."

"I'm not leaving without Kogure!"

What Takeda said next stunned Kogure to the core of his being.

"The boy is staying here with me. That's our deal, remember? You need to find someone who would replace you." Takeda licked his lips as he stared approvingly at the Senior's handsome face. "And you have done well, Ru-chan! I like him!"

"NO! NEVER!"

"RUKAWA, NO!"

The ace launched himself from the floor and charged at the crime lord, fist raised. In his weakened condition, however, he was too slow. Takeda easily grabbed his wrist and, with a painful twist, jerked him onto the large bed. Kogure went to help his teammate, but Takeda's bodyguards snatched him back and dragged him to a small corner beside the bed. Pushing him down to a sitting position, they secured the Senior's wrists to the steel rings on the wall, stretching his arms above his head. To Kogure's horror, he saw that he had an unimpeded view of the bed and the savagery that was about to take place.

As Takeda tore the uniform from Rukawa's body, Kogure shouted, "No! Please don't hurt him! Haven't you damaged him enough?"

But Rukawa whispered, "It's all right, Senpai. Better me than you." Bravely, Shohoku's Super Rookie faced the crime lord with the same intensity as he would an opponent on the hard court. "I am taking back my desire for my freedom. I am yours, ojisan, to do with as you please. I give you my complete and total submission...in exchange for my friend's freedom."

"Rukawa, no! Don't do this! Please!"

"Enough talk!" Turning to his men, the crime lord ordered, "Gag him!"

Obeying, they tied a long strip of cloth between Kogure's teeth.

With the Senior thus silenced, Takeda leaned down upon his precious prize, yanking his clothes open as he did so. "Let's see if you can satisfy me, Ru-chan."

Kogure wanted to howl through the gag, as he watched Takeda begin to rain kisses upon Rukawa's battered body. Instead, he wept, his bitter tears pouring from his eyes like rain.

He stared in mixed fascination and horror as the crime lord bit into the ace's shoulder, leaving a mark, while his large hands explored every inch of that pale torso. Fingers lingered over the tiny nipples, pinching them into hardened points. Not satisfied, his mouth descended to capture a tit between his lips, nibbling and suckling on the nub. Takeda's left hand drifted down to rub over Rukawa's washboard belly, finger probing the small pit, before going lower, over a hip and heading towards the groin to capture the flaccid cock. The crime lord pumped the boy's member, but it could not be roused.

Clucking his tongue in disapproval, Takeda remarked, "I cannot understand why it's so difficult to get you up, Ru-chan. But you can do it for me, right?"

Seizing fistfuls of the ace's hair, he jerked Rukawa up and pressed the boy's face to his own semi-erect member. "You know what to do, boy."

Kogure wanted to look away, but his eyes seemed to be riveted to the terrible scene unfolding before him. Bile rose up his throat as he watched Rukawa's lips part in an O and engulf the crime lord's rod down to the root, allowing the older man to fuck his throat. It was a miracle he did not gag from the indignity of this violation.

Thankfully, Takeda eased his cock out before he could come, a hard hand gripping the base of his now fully erect member. However, when the crime lord parted the Freshman's long legs, Kogure started to shake his head, mumbling "No, no, no!" over and over again.

That brutal thrust drew screams from both boys. Rukawa twisted on the bed in agony as sutured flesh was torn once more, drawing blood. Kogure strained against his bonds, chafing his wrists. He wanted so much to aid his friend, but he too was helpless. All he could do was watch in anguish as Rukawa was pounded brutally into the muck that had been his prison for eight years. When Takeda had spurted his release into the semi-conscious boy's body, he even pushed Rukawa off the bed like a discarded rag doll, letting him fall before the stunned Senior. There was a large blood stain on the sheets.

Pointing to the bleeding figure on the floor, Takeda told his men, "You can amuse yourselves with him. You could do what you want with him as long as you do not seriously injure him in my presence."

"What about this one, Boss?" his trusted aide gestured to Kogure who was weeping over his poor teammate.

Grinning devilishly, Takeda declared for both boys to hear, "I'm not baka to pass up on fresh meat. Like I said, I want him and I will have him."

Rukawa shook his head in disbelief. "No! You promised!"

"I never promised you anything, Ru-chan," the crime lord said coldly. "You told me you would satisfy me, but you didn't. Let's see if your dear friend could earn his freedom for himself."

Somehow, Rukawa managed to get up on his knees and embrace his terrified teammate. Crying, he earnestly pleaded, "Ojisan, I'll make it up to you. Let your men and clients fuck me as much as they want. I don't care what they do to me, but please let Kogure go! He was only watching over me at the hospital! Please, ojisan! LET HIM GO!"

Rukawa, however, suddenly found himself surrounded by lust-crazed men who dragged him away from the older boy. As they pinned him down to the floor, he saw Takeda stand from the bed and saunter over to the frightened Senior. As the crime lord fell to his knees before him, Kogure lashed out with his foot, but Takeda grabbed his ankles and jerked them down. In a swift move, he jerked off the small forward's sneakers and socks. Kogure was about to kick out again, but the flash of a switchblade stopped him cold.

"If you don't want me to gut you like a pig, Kogure-chan," Takeda said in warning, "I suggest you behave yourself."

Despite the indignities that the crime lord's men were doing to his body, Rukawa's attention was focused on his poor teammate. Horrified, he saw Takeda slice through Kogure's pants with his knife, ripping the garment free. Next, he cut through the tight boxers, leaving the lower half of the Senior's body exposed to Takeda's lascivious eyes.

"Not bad!" the crime lord commented, letting the sharp blade caress the small forward's genitals. "Not bad at all!"

One by one, Takeda cut off the buttons of the boy's shirt. In his semi-naked state, Kogure was truly a tempting feast for the evil man.

Carefully, Takeda untied the gag, his hands caressing the marks of the cloth on the small forward's tear-stained face. At last, he took off Kogure's glasses and laid them on the night table, saying, "Let's not break these, shall we?"

Turning his head, Kogure saw Rukawa's anguished eyes upon him. The poor ace was on all fours, trying hard not to cry as the men took turns in using him.

"It's useless to beg, isn't it," Kogure told the crime lord softly. "Even if I give you what you want, you'll still let your men continue with this."

"You know how difficult it is to get good help nowadays," Takeda remarked, nuzzling and licking Kogure's right ear. "I have to keep them happy and satisfied. But if you want me to stop them...."

"Yes, I do."

"You do know what I want from you."

"Hai."

"And you won't fight back?"

A single nod.

Looking at his bodyguards, Takeda ordered, "After the last man has had his turn, I want you to leave us, but Ru-chan is to remain here in chains. I want him to watch this."

It turned out the man who was raping the Freshman was the last. In silence, the men handcuffed Rukawa's wrists before him and fastened chains with manacles on his ankles, which were then secured to the bed post. As ordered, the bodyguards marched out of the room, leaving behind their master and his two captives.

"Kogure, don't!" Rukawa begged the older boy.

There was a heartbreaking smile on the Senior's face. "I'll be fine, Rukawa-kun. Just look away."

Rukawa burst into bitter tears as Kogure closed his eyes, his lithe form reflecting his acquiescence. Smiling in triumph, Takeda proceeded to plunder his captive's lips with his mouth and tongue.

Kogure winced. This filthy kiss...it wasn't like the gentle kiss that Mitsui had given him nights before. It was unclean, demanding his complete debasement. He tried to focus on something else, anything except the here and now. Again, Mitsui's smiling face filled his mind, but to use the shooting guard's memory only heightened the horror of the present. He couldn't replace Takeda with Mitsui even in his imagination because he knew that his teammate would never abuse him the way the crime lord was doing now.

A gasp escaped Kogure's lips as his right nipple was claimed by the searing heat of Takeda's mouth. The evil man had painfully squeezed the hunk of flesh around his tit like a small breast with his right hand, while his left pinched and fondled his other nipple. Tired of suckling on the swollen nub, he moved to the other nipple, chewing on it hard that blood was drawn from the tip.

Biting his lip hard, Kogure prayed, Please help me survive this! Please!

Rukawa's pleading voice reached his hearing. "Ojisan! I beg you! Enough! Please don't hurt him anymore!"

A vase was broken at the ace's feet. Snarling, Takeda exclaimed, "Have you forgotten that the one thing I truly hate is someone telling me what I should and should not do?"

Furious, the crime lord roughly jerked Kogure down, that the boy was dangling from his chains. To ease the pressure on his wrists, the small forward had to prop his feet on the floor. However, to his horror, this placed him in a most vulnerable position -- with knees bent and thighs parted, the crevice between the mounds of his buttocks helplessly awaiting to be violated. And Takeda was only too happy to seize this opportunity, lifting the boy's butt and positioning his burgeoning member at the threshold.

Kogure knew what was about to come next, but he was not prepared for the sheer agony of it. With one fierce shove, the crime lord plowed his cock into the puckered entrance, hard and dry. A scream of anguish was torn from Kogure's throat as his muscle tried to prevent entry, only to be ripped by the sheer size of the invader. Dry, that huge cock tore membranes and minute blood vessels, but the blood that was spilled was a poor lubricant.

"Oh, yes!" Takeda mumbled in bliss as he increased his pace, grunting like a pig. "A virgin!" He kissed Kogure's face that was wet with his tears. "My sweet Kogure-chan is a virgin!"

But the Senior didn't hear the words that the crime lord had uttered, his mind blinded by terrible agony. Unable to move to ease the pain, all he could do was scream. He was unaware that Rukawa was crying out along with him. It seemed like the torment lasted for an eternity. What marked its end was the gush of warm seed inside his belly. A quick withdrawal, a snap of the opening manacles, and the small forward slid to the bloodied floor. He could vaguely hear the sound of chains being removed.

"Arigato gozaimasu, boys!" Takeda said gratefully, simply donning a robe. Lighting a cigar, he walked out of the suite and locked the door behind him.

Rukawa dragged his aching body to where Kogure lay weeping. He hugged his teammate, whispering in remorse again and again, "I'm so sorry, Senpai! This is all my fault! I'm so sorry!"

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Rukawa-kun," sobbed Kogure, wrapping his arms around the Freshman. "It's not your fault. I'm not blaming you for this."

For hours, they lay huddled on the floor like lost children. To their relief, Takeda and his men left them alone for the remainder of the day.

Night had fallen when the two boys found the strength to get up. Donning his wrinkled shirt, Kogure limped towards the barred window, wincing in pain and at the blood and semen that trickled down his thighs. Reaching the window, he pulled the curtains aside. As he gazed into the street below, he almost jumped as a hand was laid on his shoulder.

"Come away from the window, Kogure-senpai," Rukawa murmured softly. "Takeda strictly forbids us from looking outside. I think he's afraid that someone might recognize us."

"Do you think they're searching for us right now, Rukawa-kun?" Kogure asked the younger boy.

"I'm sure they are." The ace clung to the memory of Hanamichi's promise like a lifeline. "I'll protect you, Kitsune."

"A part of me wants to be saved," the small forward continued, "but the other part...is afraid. It's making me wish that no one would ever find me."

"I felt that way once. I wanted to isolate myself from people. I didn't want anyone to know what had happened to me, for fear of rejection. I never knew that I was closing my heart to those who truly cared for me."

"You're talking about Hanamichi, aren't you?"

"Hai," Rukawa admitted. "He chipped away the ice, brought me back to life again. He'll come and save us. I'm sure of it." He looked at the Senior. "Mitsui-senpai will be with him. They'll both come to rescue us."

"After this," Kogure said bitterly, "I don't think I could face Mit-chin. I deserve this...punishment...after the way I had hurt him, broken his heart."

"No one deserves this! Not you, not me! If Mitsui were here, he'd tell you that himself!" Rukawa drew the small forward into his comforting embrace. "We must not lose hope. We must believe in them and that they will come to rescue us."

Although not convinced, Kogure nodded and meekly allowed the younger boy to lead him back into the room.

True to the Super Rookie's words, rescue was actually very close. A dark shadow had seen the two boys from across the street. Swiftly, he rode his bike to the nearest pay phone and rang a number. He waited impatiently, tapping his finger restlessly on the phone. To his relief, the person who answered was the one he was expecting.

"Sakuragi!" Sendoh began excitedly. "I found them!"