What is this life?

What is this life?

Warning: Lemon coming up. And it’s a longer chapter!

Chapter 6

A chauffer opens the door and Ryuichi Sakuma enters his limo. Sitting at the far end of the seat, wrapped in a blanket is Shuichi. He seems to be in a state of shock. His face is blank, and his violet eyes have no sparkle or shine to them. The chauffeur closes the door, and Ryuichi slides closer to the pink haired youth. A quieter tone of voice is used. No longer an enthusiastic and carefree Ryuichi: "Shuichi, can you look at me? I want to be sure that you’re alright. I know you’re cold and scared. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I’m not at all like Tohma.” Concern is in his voice he continues. ”I know what he does to the boys he keeps there. I don't like it, but he’s my friend and I can't tell him what to do in his own home. Shuichi, please look at me."

Shuichi barely hears the man sitting next to him, catching only a few phrases. Shuichi blinks, and turns his head towards the man that is now his Master. Speaking softly, with eyes down turned. "I’m sorry that I scared you, Master. I did want to make your birthday a happy one. Master Seguchi told me that you really wanted me. I’m supposed to make you happy. To be honest, I’m grateful that I’m no longer in Seguchi-sama's home." He turns his violet eyes up to meet Sakuma's blue ones. "Master, why did you want me so much? I’m sure that Master Seguchi told you I’m not very good as a sex slave. The others are much better in the art of lovemaking. I’m not as pretty as they are, either."

Sakuma inches closer to Shuichi, takes his right hand and cups the young man's chin, turning it towards him. Staring into those gorgeous violet eyes, he answers. "I knew the first time I saw you that you weren’t meant to be in Tohma's house. He thinks that I know very little about what he does to his slaves. You looked out of place. The expression on your face leaving Tohma's bedroom told me you were terrified. At the same time you looked like someone that might be fun. And there’s that strange resemblance you have to me. I mean, your hair is pink, and mine is green, but you remind me of ME!"

Shuichi's eyes combed Sakuma-sama's face. "I remind you of yourself, how?"

"You have the same kind of face and body as me. We’re built the same and you just seem to ... I don't know. You remind me of me when I was your age. It may not make much sense, but I know that you’ll be fun to have around.” He adds as an afterthought, ”and not just for sex. I like sex, and I’ll have you, but you need to relax. It's no fun to make love to someone that’s scared to be with you. You’re scared, and that's no good." Ryuichi pauses.

Shuichi's eyes widen. His Master didn't just want him for sex? "Master, what kind of fun do you want to have? I know I’m expected to take care of your sexual needs, but what else would you want of me?"

Ryuichi just looks at that innocent face. The child in him comes out. "Shuichi, do you like to color or play video games?"

"Yeah, I used to do that all the time at home, but that was before… before I was taken." Shuichi tries not to sound too depressed.

"Well, I guess you have something in common with me. I love to draw and play games. Maybe we can start there. I have lots of crayons and coloring books and every video game that’s ever been made. We’ll have great fun." Ryuichi’s excited again, more like he was at the party. "Look, we're coming up to my house now. Once we’re inside, you’ll see how different things are here."

The limo turns into a winding driveway. About a quarter of a mile inside, the wrought iron gates swing open, and the limo continues up towards the main building. Shuichi looks out the window and his eyes pop wide. He hasn't seen anything like it in all his life. This, has to be the grandest place in the world. Four white marble columns stand in front of the alabaster colored building. The building is three stories high. All the windows are adorned with scrolling wrought iron, like that on the front gate. The same iron surrounds the multitude of balconies on the second and third floors. The front entry has a wrought iron door with a big RS in the middle of it. Behind that is a glass door, which allows the light from inside to shine through.

The car stops in front of six steps, also of the same alabaster color. The chauffeur gets out and opens the door on Ryuichi Sakuma's side. He practically jumps out. Reaching out his hand to the other passenger, "Come on Shuichi, we're home!"

Shuichi slides over to his Master’s side of the car, taking his hand. As he exits the limo, the blanket he’s been wrapped in falls off him. He’s standing there in his g-string and bow tie.

Ryuichi looks over the slight young body and smiles. He grabs a wrist and pulls Shuichi up the steps. "It's cold and you don't have anything on. Let's go inside."

The two climb the steps and enter the building. The entry hall is the size of small house and circular in shape. The double French doors on the left and the right side are closed, blocking the view to the adjacent rooms. Straight ahead is a dual spiraling staircase. The entire room, floor to ceiling, is magnificent golden marble. Even the banisters for the stairs are made of marble. In the center of the room, dropping from the ceiling is the largest crystal chandelier Shuichi’s ever seen. Under it sits a large, circular marble table with a bowl of fresh flowers in the center.

The awe on Shuichi's face doesn't escape Ryuichi's notice. "So, do you like it so far?"

Shuichi just looks around the room, stating quietly "Yeah.”

Ryuichi tugs Shuichi, dragging him up the staircase to the next floor and down the hallway to the left. At the first door on the right, Ryuichi opens the double doors into his master suite. "This is my suite."

The room is floor to ceiling marble. There’s a huge sectional that covers the left side of the room, circling the way around to the glass French doors that lead to a private balcony. Opposite the couch is an entertainment center built into the wall. It has nine television screens, nine DVD players and just about every game imaginable lining the surrounding shelves. Just to the right of the entertainment center is another set of doors, which Ryuichi opens inwardly. He steps in the adjoining space and motions for Shuichi to follow him. “This is the bedroom, Shuichi.”

Shuichi walks slowly over to see a room more elaborate than the one in Tohma Seguchi’s mansion. The walls are gold veined, white marble. Mahogany dressers line the walls on either side of the doors. Along the left wall is another row of dressers, the line broken only by the doors that lead to another balcony. Vases of flowers sit every few feet along the top to the dressers. To the right is a row of closet doors. One is open to reveal some party clothes similar in style to the ones that Sakuma is currently wearing. In the middle of the room is the largest bed Shuichi has ever seen. It’s round with a dark-red plush velvet coverlet on the top. Pillows of all different colors surround the bed in the fashion of a semicircle. Pale pink rose petals are scattered on top of the coverlet. Two mahogany tables flank the left and right sides of the bed.

Ryuichi stands next to Shuichi. “This is where we’ll be sleeping together, Shuichi.” A look of shock covers Shuichi’s face. Ryuichi sees the look and quickly interjects. “When we sleep together, that is.”

Shuichi turns to his Master. “When?”

It’s a vague question on Shuichi’s part, but Ryuichi understands what he means. “Shuichi, I don’t plan to sleep with you all the time. I like my privacy. There’s another room next door where you’ll be staying. Unlike Tohma, I don’t need a sex partner in my bed all the time.”

A relieved look comes over Shuichi’s face. “Master, may I see that room, please?”

Ryuichi nods and exits the room, motioning for Shuichi to follow.

Down the hall, at the next door, Ryuichi stops. There’s a gold key in the lock. After turning the key, the door opens into a modest sized room. Even though it too has marble flooring and walls, it’s not as spacious as the Master’s bedroom, but it’s good sized. Straight ahead stands a dresser with a water basin and pitcher on top. Next to that is a set of doors leading to a balcony. Against the right wall is a bed with a mattress and box spring. It has a dark blue satin comforter on it and two pillows covered in the same dark blue material. A closet is on the left wall, which is opened to reveal more clothes than Shuichi has ever seen. There are multicolored shirts, slacks and slave clothes. (Well it seems that not much is changing after all.) Shuichi walks over to the closet to look at the clothing. He runs a hand along the regular clothes and stops at the slave uniforms.

“Tohma sent those over here for you, I guess. There are times that you’ll be required to wear those clothes; when we go out or I have guests in. You have to know your place in this household. I don’t like them any more than you, so unless it’s an occasion that calls for it, you don’t wear them. Those other clothes used to be mine, but they’re yours now. I prefer you wear a regular shirt and long pants. Shoes are there in the bottom of the closet. If they don’t fit, I’ll have new ones brought in.”

Shuichi turns to face his Master. “Thank you, Sir.”

Ryuichi approaches his slave, lowering his voice to a hushed whisper. “Tohma will be checking up on us quite frequently for a while. I know he has someone that reports to him. I have to put on a good front for him, or he’ll begin to wonder why I wanted you here.” He backs up a bit, and continues to explain the rules. “This room’s going to be locked at night when we’re not together, and during the day when I leave. That’s for your protection and to keep you from running away. Tohma will have you hunted down. The punishment for running is far worse than any beating you got before. I don’t want you hurt, so the door will remained locked.” He looks around the room. “It isn’t so bad. You’ll be given a television and some video games to play when you’re alone. You won’t be bored.”

Shuichi just stands there taking in all the information. Well at least it is a bedroom with a real bed.

“I mean what I said about you sleeping in here most of the time, but tonight we’ll be together.” Ryuichi grabs Shuichi’s wrist and pulls him out the door and down to his suite. “First, I think we both need to relax and have some real fun. Come with me.”

Ryuichi’s demeanor changes just as rapidly as it did before. One minute serious, the next free spirited and fun. “First, we play some games or maybe do some coloring. What do you want to do first, coloring or playing video games?” Shuichi shrugs and lets Ryuichi make the decision. “Okay, coloring it is.”

Ryuichi opens a drawer under the televisions and pulls out two coloring books and the largest box of crayons that was ever created. “Come over here, Shuichi, we can color on the floor and watch some TV.
The two lay down on a white fur rug in front of the entertainment center, taking several crayons from the box. Each has a book with different kinds of pictures to color, and after leafing through the pages, the perfect picture is found and the coloring begins.

Shortly, there’s a knock at the door. “Come in,” is all Ryuichi says. The doors open and a valet wheels in a cart. On it is the bottom layer of the birthday cake Tohma had presented to him earlier in the evening. On the shelf below sits two glasses, an assortment of bottled beverages and a bucket of ice. After rolling the cart halfway into the room, Ryuichi looks at the valet and smiles. “Thank you Suguru, that will be all.”

The valet bows and leaves the room.

Ryuichi gets up, goes to the cart, and cuts two pieces of cake. “What do you want to drink, Shuichi?” Not really knowing what to say, he just asks for some water. Ryuichi takes a slice of cake, puts it on a plate and gives it to Shuichi with a fork. Next he gets a (plastic) glass and fills it with ice and water. That’s handed to Shuichi, also. Ryuichi has his cake and a bottle of cola. He goes back over to the coloring area, and sits down. They eat in silence while coloring.

About an hour later, the cake and drinks are consumed. Shuichi is paging through his book. He can’t find another picture he wants to color. Ryuichi’s also tired of coloring too, and it’s getting late. Ryuichi closes his book, puts his crayons away and tells Shuichi to do the same. After everything is put back in the drawer, Ryuichi makes his move. He walks over to Shuichi and holds his hand out for the young man to take. “Come with me, Shuichi.” Shuichi gets up and Ryuichi leads him into the Master’s bedroom. Ryuichi closes the doors.

Once both are locked in the room, Ryuichi walks over to his new slave. Ryuichi gets quiet and the look on his face is not that of the fun-loving, crayon-using man from before. The look is sultry. Shuichi is still wearing the bow tie and g-string. Ryuichi pulls the end of the bow tie and slides it off Shuichi’s neck. He leans in, placing an arm behind Shuichi’s lower back and a hand on Shuichi’s chin, cupping it. Ryuichi plants his lips on Shuichi’s, pulling him closer with the encircling arm.

Shuichi closes his eyes. This is what the last two months’ training had been about. It’s his turn to please his new Master. Shuichi isn’t afraid. Sakuma-sama isn’t like Tohma Seguchi. He’s kind and gentle. Shuichi’s arms come up and circle around Ryuichi’s neck. He leans into the kiss, opening his mouth slightly.

Ryuichi accepts the silent invitation, and slides his tongue between the parted lips. He tastes the remnants of the strawberry flavored cake. Ryuichi glides his hand from the chin to Shuichi’s shoulder and down his arm.

Shuichi shudders. He’s getting goose bumps again, but this time it isn’t from being cold. He moans softly at the gentle touch and wraps his arms around Ryuichi tighter.

Caressing his arm a bit more, Ryuichi slowly moves his hand between their chests, running his thumb over one of Shuichi’s nipples. His ministrations cause the nub to perk up. Once he received the desired effect, he moves his hand over to give the same treatment to its mate.

Shuichi gasps at the touch and breaks the kiss. He looks longingly at his Master, lowers his arms and gently takes a hand to guide Ryuichi over to the bed. Shuichi carefully unbuttons Ryuichi’s shirt, slips it off his shoulders, allowing it to fall onto the floor. Only the tucked in tail keeps it from falling off completely. Shuichi keeps his gaze on Ryuichi’s blue eyes, eyes that are filling with passion. Deft hands undo Ryuichi’s belt and button on his slacks. The zipper is easily lowered. Shuichi turns slightly to assist his Master onto the edge of the bed.

Ryuichi sits down, moves back a few inches and lies back. His knees hit the edge of the bed and his feet dangle, almost touching the floor.

Shuichi kneels and removes his Master’s shoes. Ryuichi lifts his hips a bit to make removing his pants and boxers a little easier. Shuichi glides the clothes down and off until Ryuichi is naked. Ryuichi pulls the freed shirt from under him. He scoots back towards the middle of the bed and fully relaxes on the coverlet.

Shuichi crawls on the bed before his Master, gently pushing his legs apart and moves closer. He uses his right hand and lifts his Master’s growing erection. A quick look to Ryuichi’s face for permission to proceed is met with a smile and a nod. Shuichi bends his head and carefully guides the erect member to his lips. He flicks his tongue over the head and gently sucks.

Ryuichi lets out a low moan.

Shuichi continues to lick and gently suck on just the tip for a minute, lapping at the fluid that is weeping. Opening his mouth wider, he takes the whole of Ryuichi into his warm, wet cavern. Shuichi slowly moves his head up and down, using his tongue to pressure the underside vein. The appendage receives lavish attention from the tip to the base, where Shuichi’s nose meets soft curls. Ryuichi smells intoxicating.

After several minutes of this kind of attention, Shuichi releases the fully erect member. He gently starts sucking on the sack below it. He rolls his tongue around each of the harden balls.

This is almost more than Ryuichi can take. Ryuichi throws his head back hard against the velvet bedcover and gives a loud moan. He reaches down and entwines his fingers in Shuichi’s pink locks. He guides the youth up, having Shuichi straddle his hips.

Shuichi kneels on the bed, with his downturned toes used for balance.

Ryuichi slips a finger under the slender string holding Shuichi’s g-string on his body. He gives a modest tug and the string snaps into two pieces. Grabbing the torn g-string, Ryuichi throws it to the side. Ryuichi scans Shuichi’s naked body and smiles in appreciation of what he sees. The thin frame is taut, but not muscular. Tiny dark curls surround the base of Shuichi’s semi-erect member.

Ryuichi places two fingers to Shuichi’s lips, pushing them gingerly into his mouth. “Suck” is the only spoken word. Shuichi obeys and gently sucks on appendages. His tongue glides over the digits, coating them with saliva. After the fingers are sufficiently moistened, Ryuichi pulls them out of Shuichi’s mouth. He reaches underneath his slave’s bottom, moving along the fissure of his buttocks. Ryuichi finds the treasured spot he seeks. He inserts one moist finger into the tight hole.

Shuichi whimpers, throws back his head and grabs his Master’s hips to keep steady.

He waits a moment for Shuichi to become accustomed to the invasion, then lightly pumps his finger in and out of the tightness, trying to stretch it.

Shuichi looks into Ryuichi’s eyes, eyes filled with passion and lust. Shuichi relaxes and rocks his hips slightly, giving the older man an indication that he’s alright and should continue. Ryuichi thrusts his finger in and out of Shuichi’s tight entrance several times. Soon another finger is pushed in beside the first. He continues to pump and scissor Shuichi’s anal cavern, extracting moans of both pleasure and pain. In too short a time, the fingers are withdrawn causing the younger man to groan.

In a swift movement, Ryuichi pulls Shuichi down and flips him onto his back. Reversing the positions, Ryuichi settles between Shuichi’s legs. He pulls the lad closer to him. He places Shuichi’s legs on his own hips for better positioning. Keeping his gaze on Shuichi’s flushed face. Ryuichi positions his throbbing erection at the conditioned entrance. In one hard thrust, he pushes into Shuichi’s ass.

Shuichi lets out a gasp and tightens his sphincter muscle around Ryuichi’s member. Shuichi cries out, “It hurts!” He grabs Ryuichi’s hips, digging his nails in the flesh.

Ryuichi stops moving and allows Shuichi time to get adjusted. When Shuichi finally exhales and withdraws his nails, Ryuichi starts his movements again. He pulls back, leaving only the head inside, and then thrusts back in. Ryuichi continues moving in and out, increasing the speed and the depth of his thrusts.

Shuichi clenches his eyes shut. Suddenly, Shuichi sees white behind his closed lids. Ryuichi has hit that spot, the one that sends waves of pleasure through his entire body. Over and over, Ryuichi pounds into Shuichi, hitting his sweet spot on almost every thrust. Moans fill the room from both men now. Shuichi is getting close to his orgasm.

Ryuichi realizes Shuichi’s need for release, reaches down and grabs Shuichi’s erection, and begins stroking it. A firm, but gentle grip is applied as his hand moves up and down Shuichi’s weeping member. The rhythm is soon quickened and becomes as intense as the pounding Shuichi’s ass is getting.

Ryuichi is getting is close. With each thrust, Shuichi clamps down tighter on him. It’s fucking amazing! This young body is making him feel better than anyone else ever has. Four more deep thrusts and pushing his knees harder into the bed, Ryuichi comes, yelling Shuichi’s name. His hot cum fills Shuichi until semen starts oozing out of the younger man.

With just a few more strokes, Shuichi has all he can take. The intensity is stronger than he has ever felt. As Shuichi finally hits his peak, he throws back his head and arches his back. He comes, spilling his seed onto Ryuichi’s hand and stomach. He yells out, “HIRO!”

TBC