As Angel followed Kouda down the hall, he grew increasingly worried. The one thing that had made the thought of life at the Mizuguchi residence tolerable (other than the thought of escape) was the promise that he would be able to pull a few heists. Now even that was being taken from him.
“I don’t understand,” Angel piped up, breaking the silence, “I’m a thief, right? So what does it matter if I’m wanted? I’m a criminal either way.”
Kouda shot him an irritated glance, but he answered. “What I need isn’t wealth, it’s information- information on my, shall we say, ‘business associates’? I planned to take you along when I attended private parties. During the evening, you could easily slip away unnoticed and find what I needed. There would be no need to actually break into anything but a computer system. You managed to circumvent my electronic security grid to get the golden lady, so I assumed such tasks would be child’s play for you.” He stopped. “But since I can’t exactly be seen in the company of a wanted felon, that plan has been regrettably dismissed.”
After hearing Kouda’s explanation, Angel wasn’t sure who he was more pissed at: Kouda or himself. Although he didn’t relish working for anyone but himself, the other man’s arrangement would have had its advantages- the promise of attending lavish parties at high society mansions among them.
Sighing inwardly, Angel wondered what was going to become of him. He followed silently as Kouda led him outside and continued to a small apartment built off an annex of the main house. An uncomfortable feeling settled in Angel’s gut.
Kouda opened the front door without knocking and nodded for the dark-haired young man to follow. Stepping inside, Angel found himself in what appeared to be a large common room, with several doors along the left and right walls- presumably bedrooms. To the immediate left was a kitchenette, where a tall young man stood with his back to them, cooking. Two other boys turned to face Kouda from where they sat on a long sofa in the middle of the room, facing a wide-screen TV. A fourth poked his head out of one of the side rooms and looked at them with amused surprise.
At first, Angel had assumed the apartment was just a regular servant’s quarters, but the men lounging about the place were all young and exceptionally good-looking. Even Kouda didn’t seem frivolous enough to employ a group of pretty boys on a regular basis for menial house chores, so what were they doing here? Or, more importantly, what was he doing here? The brunette fidgeted as he stood next to Kouda, waiting for some kind of explanation.
“Boys, we have a new recruit,” Kouda announced, a hand on his hip. “This is Angel.”
All four young men had stopped what they were doing and stood attentively, looking over at the newcomer. Angel could feel their gazes scrutinizing him closely and he shifted uneasily.
“We’ll have a welcoming party for him tonight.”
At this, the boys raised their eyebrows and exchanged knowing glances. The two sitting on the sofa whispered to one another and chuckled.
“I hope he knows what he’s signed up for,” said the tall, raven-haired boy from the kitchen. He seemed to be the oldest in the group- and the most serious.
With a grin, Kouda replied. “Actually, you might say Angel signed up by default. He’s something of a special case, so I’m keeping tonight’s event a surprise.”
A boy with dark mahogany hair shook his head and grinned. “You’re terrible, Mr. Mizuguchi.”
Kouda smiled but did not reply. Turning to Angel, he said, “after today, you’ll be living here. You can move your things into any of the open bedrooms tomorrow morning.”
“What! Why do I have to move? And what’s this party?” he asked suspiciously.
Narrowing his eyes, Kouda leveled him with a severe look. “You’re in no position to ask questions. You may return to your room.”
His fists clenched at his sides, Angel glared back at the blonde man and turned on his heel in a huff, shutting the door loudly behind him.
“That one’s going to be hard to handle,” the tall boy said.
Glancing at him with a predatory smile, Kouda confessed, “that’s why breaking him in is going to be that much more satisfying.”
Angel spent the rest of the day locked in his room, waiting anxiously to be summoned to the mysterious ‘welcoming party.’ Finally, one of Kouda’s men came to fetch him. Angel glanced at the man’s crisp black suit and looked down doubtfully at his own untidy attire. Kouda had said nothing about what he should wear. In any case, Angel didn’t own anything formal, and Kouda hadn’t provided anything for him. Even so, the dark-haired young man felt oddly self-conscious as he walked down the elegant hallway toward the sounds of the party.
His eyes still examining his clothing, Angel nearly rammed into his guide as the man abruptly stopped at two large, ornate doors. The man pushed one of them open and motioned Angel inside. The brunette swallowed as he heard the bustling crowd within. Though it was one of the smaller, more intimate reception rooms, it was still a sizable enough crowd to intimidate the young man, who still had no idea what Kouda’s true intentions were behind this ‘party.’
Even as doubt began to gnaw at him, however, Angel rejected it. Taking a deep breath, he drew himself up and stepped into the room with a careless, confident gait. He wasn’t going to be cowed so easily. He had his pride.
A murmur of excitement went through the crowd as he was sighted, and several people clapped. Warning signals went off in Angel’s brain. Something about the way everyone was looking at him made him feel extremely ill at ease. Several people wore blatant, hungry gazes, as if the party was a banquet and he was the main course.
Somehow, Angel managed to look blasé and aloof, moving between the groups of people as if totally unaffected by the situation. Secretly, however, he was scanning the many faces to find the ringleader himself. After circling the room and having no success in finding Kouda or a place to sit, Angel was at least relieved to realize that the group gathered there was smaller than he had at first assumed. There couldn’t have been more than forty or fifty people. He also noted that the young men he’d seen earlier that day were present, but he made no attempt to speak with them.
“Well, there you are,” a smooth voice said behind him.
Turning, Angel fixed a scowl on his face. He already knew the man who belonged to that rich, seductive voice.
“What are you doing hiding back here? This party is in your honor, after all,” Kouda purred.
“That’s what scares me.”
The blonde chuckled and took hold of his elbow, guiding the young man toward the front of the room. Kouda snapped his fingers at one of the guards nearby. “Two glasses of the French brandy, please.”
The man obeyed immediately and Kouda handed Angel a glass with a smile that the thief found unnerving. Angel sniffed the liquor with open suspicion, but when the blonde gave a rumbling laugh at his paranoia, the young brunette reddened.
“To your new contract,” Kouda said, holding up his glass with an elegant refinement that Angel found annoying.
“Funny,” the young man replied sardonically, “I don’t remember signing anything.”
Smiling cryptically, Kouda raised his glass once more. Angel mimicked the action with far less enthusiasm and they drained their glasses. The brunette made a face as the sweet, potent liquor burned his throat.
“You’ve never had brandy before, have you?” the blonde man before him surmised with amusement.
Angel replied with a sour look and muttered, “sissy drink, anyways.”
Disregarding his remark, Kouda took a long, flat box from one of his guards standing nearby and handed it to Angel, who examined it uncertainly.
“What’s this?” he asked, growing more and more suspicious every moment.
“Call it a welcoming gift,” Kouda replied in his damnably silky voice.
Setting the package down on the arm of the sofa next to him, Angel cautiously lifted the lid. Pulling back the paper within, he poked at the odd garments revealed beneath. “This some kind of weird costume?” he asked, trying not to sound unnerved. His voice sounded loud in his ears, and the brunette realized the room had gone quiet.
Sensing that someone was watching him, Angel looked up to see every eye in the room focused on him. Most of the faces were grinning, as if they were all in on a joke that Angel knew nothing about.
“Try it on,” Kouda insisted, sadistic pleasure dancing in his eyes. “We have to see if it fits.”
“And where am I supposed to change?” he snapped, annoyed with Kouda’s teasing.
The man before him grinned, and Angel cringed inwardly. He’d come to dread that wolfish smile.
“You’ll change right here, where you’re standing,”
Soft snickers flittered around them and Angel’s anger flared. “That’s a bad joke, even for you.”
With one long finger, Kouda tipped the young man’s head back. “I assure you, I’m quite serious.”
“I won’t do it.”
With a smirk, Kouda snapped his fingers and a large man at his side him rushed at Angel. Abruptly, the man grabbed both the brunette’s arms and yanked them behind his back. Angel struggled against the merciless grip, but the man twisted his arms painfully and forced him into immobility.
The audience laughed with delight at the brunette’s useless defiance and Angel felt his chest fill with humiliation.
“Why do you always choose the hard way?” Kouda asked. Bending his head, he whispered in Angel’s ear, “when you know I prefer the hard way?” Ignoring his goading, the brunette tried to keep his composure as a pair of mean-looking scissors appeared in Kouda’s hand. Angel’s eyes went wide, his mind suddenly flooded with horrible images. Even Kouda wasn’t that cruel, was he?
“Relax, pet,” the blonde said, reading the fear in his dark eyes. “I’m not that much of a sadist.” With that, the man began cutting away at Angel’s shirt until the ruined piece of clothing fell to the floor. Angel squirmed when his pants were unbuttoned and pooled at his feet, but the cold feel of the scissors’ metal against his skin stilled his struggles.
“Be careful, I’m going to be cutting near some sensitive areas,” Kouda said. Dipping past the waistband of Angel’s briefs, he gingerly slid the scissors between the young man’s body and the cloth. With excruciating slowness, the blonde progressed forward, cutting away the underwear inch by inch. Finally, the garment fell away and Angel found himself sighing with relief just to have the sharp instrument away from his skin. A moment later he remembered ruefully he was now naked in a room full of strangers- most of whom were gleefully enjoying his humiliation.
“Now,” Kouda said with a smile, “do you care to dress yourself, or do I have to do that for you as well?”
Angel glared at him, but he nodded and his arms were released. The young man quickly put on the clothes from the box, but they did little to help his dignity or ease his shame. The shirt was long-sleeved, black, and tight. Only two buttons in the front held it together, so that the young man’s toned chest and lower abdomen were open to view. Though uncomfortable, the shirt was acceptable- unlike the pants.
In actuality, they were not pants at all, but old-fashioned chaps, and Angel was given nothing to wear beneath them but a thin g-string, leaving his round ass completely exposed. The brunette felt absurd and gladly downed another round of brandy to dull his mortification at being on display in front of the crowd.
Once he was dressed, Kouda introduced him around the room and let the young man mingle. Angel did his best to keep his back to the wall and avoid the lecherous stares at his body. What angered him most were the wayward hands that stroked his naked skin when he pressed through the crowd.
Just what was all this, anyway? Did Kouda simply want an excuse to embarrass him beyond repair in front of his business partners and friends? What was he being ‘welcomed’ into anyway?
Soon enough, Angel got his answer, but he quickly wished he’d remained ignorant.
“I think it’s about time Angel was properly initiated,” Kouda announced about an hour into the evening. The crowd applauded their approval and Angel felt a stone drop into the pit of his stomach. “Weren’t the clothes enough?” he murmured as the tall blonde guided him to a large sofa in the center of the room. Kouda sat him down and then walked around to stand behind him.
“Boys,” Kouda called, and from the crowd the four young men from earlier made their way before him. “Angel is new here, so you’ll all have to teach him how to behave in his new line of work. Morgen, why don’t you show him your specialty?”
Angel could feel his heart thudding against his ribs as the strawberry blonde knelt before him. From behind, Kouda gave the boy a signal and Morgen reached forward and slipped the brunette’s limp cock from his g-string.
“W-what the hell are you doing!” Angel shouted, slapping the boy’s hands away.
Kouda’s smooth, confident voice drifted from the air behind him. “Toma, bind him. Alik and Lucas, hold him.”
Bewildered at what was happening, Angel tried to stand, but Toma pushed him back down. The tall, dark-haired young man grabbed his wrists and bound them tightly. Moving to the back of the sofa, he pinned Angel’s hands behind his head as the blonde boy moved once more between his thighs. The other two young men forced his legs open when he attempted to clamp them shut, and Angel soon realized he was completely incapacitated. He watched in alarm as Morgen took hold of his shaft once again, exposing him to the attentive, grinning audience.
To solidify Angel’s total mortification, the strawberry blonde stroked him in a way that made him hard despite his shame.
Angel opened his mouth to cry out in protest, but the moment his lips parted, a gag slipped neatly into his mouth, silencing him. Now, all he could do was watch and writhe in agony as the boy between his thighs bent his pale head and swallowed his rigid length.
The brunette panted and struggled, a sight that aroused the onlookers, some of whom reached down to adjust their own hardening erections. Toma let go of Angel’s hands and reached over to open his shirt and tweak his nipples, teasing the nubs until they grew hard and red under his hands.
Kouda watched with satisfaction as Angel tossed his head from side to side, fighting the ecstasy flooding through him. The tall blonde knew exactly how talented Morgen was, and knew it was only a matter of time before Angel exploded into the boy’s eager mouth. Noting the discomfort of several of the party members, Kouda nodded to his boys.
“Let Morgen attend to Angel. I think there are some others who need your attention.” The blonde indicated who they were to service, and the three young men were quickly engaged in their own affairs. Kouda’s associates had no qualms about allowing the powerful man’s boys to service them in the crowded room. Most of the guests had attended the man’s erotic parties before and looked forward to the evening’s debauchery.
Amid the hazy lust that was fogging his brain, Angel vaguely noticed that the other boys were no longer holding him down. Glancing about the audience, he gasped as he saw them in the middle of their own activities. Toma was on his knees, suckling one of the middle-aged attendee’s cocks in his mouth. The older man was obviously overcome by the experience and held the boy’s head in place while he vigorously face-fucked him. Lucas and Alik were also kneeling. They were next to each other. Lucas’ patron came quickly, spilling over the young man’s naked chest, and Alik pulled his mouth away from his partner long enough to lap up the sticky sperm from the other boy’s chest. Angel’s cheeks burned as he realized he was growing even harder from watching them.
Morgen felt him responding and bobbed his head at a quicker pace, wriggling his tongue up and down his cock until Angel could no longer hold back. With a muffled grunt, he came, and the strawberry blonde drank him until he was spent. The other men being serviced in the audience soon followed and for a time, all that could be heard in the room was the sound of panting. Then Kouda’s voice broke the quiet.
“Well done, boys!” he said. Angel regarded him through dark, glassy eyes. The blonde smiled down at him. “Morgen, you’ve done a lovely job. Angel looks very well tenderized. Now, who would like to do the honors? Toma?”
Kouda’s words slowly filtered into the brunette’s sluggish brain and he wondered if he had heard right. There was more?
Looking up, Angel saw Toma step up to him and unzip his pants. The brunette’s hazy mind suddenly cleared as he realized what was about to happen.
“Mmmhh!” Angel protested behind his gag, shaking his head vigorously as the young man with the black hair slipped his arms under his knees and positioned himself at Angel’s entrance. The brunette tried to push him away, but his wrists were once again pinned behind him. Looking back, Angel saw Kouda hovering over him, his wrists caught in the man’s tight grip.
The blonde man smiled down at him coolly, but Angel could see the desire burning in his eyes. Kouda’s smoldering emerald gaze held him prisoner and he could not turn away. Angel remained thus- captured and pinned- as Toma pushed past his reluctant ring of muscle and slipped into his body. The young man had lubricated himself well, and Angel found the intrusion nowhere near as painful as he had feared. It had been a long time since he’d last been taken. To think that it was happening in front of a room full of strangers, with an equally unknown man pumping in and out of his tight channel, should have made him feel horribly violated. However, Angel’s eyes were locked only on Kouda, and such was the power of the man’s gaze that the brunette felt as if no one else were in the room.
Toma adjusted his angle of penetration and Angel, who had been trying to remain quiet, began to moan. He had to admit that the raven-haired young man was immensely skilled. Between his expert fucking and Kouda’s eyes drinking in his every move, Angel was already aching to come a second time. Beyond the point of caring about appearances, Angel whimpered and looked at Kouda pleadingly to convey his dire need.
“Toma, bring Angel to release and feel free to reach your own as well,” Kouda said, his mouth twisting into a self-satisfied smirk.
As he felt Toma’s hand wrap around his arousal, Angel couldn’t decide if he wanted to thank Kouda or kick the smug man’s ass. Behind his shame, the brunette knew that the powerful man had actually given him one of the most erotic experiences of his life. Toma slammed hard into his body as he worked Angel’s cock with deft hands. Within minutes, the raven-haired boy had shot his warm seed into Angel’s depths and the brunette was on the verge of his own orgasm.
At the very moment that Angel felt his wave of rapture finally pull him under, Kouda slipped the gag from his mouth so that the entire room could hear his spine-tingling cries of pleasure. The brunette exploded shamelessly across his belly.
Toma had pulled away and Angel was trying to still his racing heart when Kouda bent over him and placed a kiss over his panting lips.
“Welcome to the family,” the infuriating man said, tossing Angel a packet of tissues. “You’ll be here for a very long time.”
The room rippled with laughter and the brunette felt renewed embarrassment. As he wiped himself clean, Angel vowed that someday he’d get the upper hand over the powerful blonde man- and make Kouda regret ever underestimating him.