Like Dark Chocolate: Something Bitter But Sweet
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,932
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Like Dark Chocolate: Something Bitter But Sweet
Title: Ice Cold Kitsune
Warning: Hints of shota sex,
Bio:
Nezumi: Sixteen year old prostitute who is a part of an illegal child sex ring.
Konda: A fifty-something year old man who is Nezumi's newest client; may or may not be an ex-Yakuza-enforcer-turned-police-detective.
Maijira: Twenty-five year old pervert who enjoys having Nezumi wear a kitsune mask during sex.
Takeshi: A thirty-something year old men in charge of taking care of the children. A general asshole.
Pairing: Maijira x Nezumi / Nezumi Konda
~*~
"Ah! Nezumi-chan, you're the best!"
Thankful that the kitsune mask he wore covered the disgusted look on his face, Nezumi rolled over onto his side, reaching for the box of tissues that were sitting on the floor. Very quickly and thoroughly, he wiped the man's seed from between his legs; lazily fingering himself to get what remained inside too. The bastard was laying beside him jerking his limp penis while he was doing it too.
"I'm so jealous, all those other men who have been touching you" the man said, wrapping his arms around Nezumi and pulling him back against his body. "I bet you don't even care about me."
"That's not true, Majira-sama" Nezumi said, flashing the man a fake smile as he squirmed out of his hold. Salvation, in the form of his torn kimono, was just a few feet away tossed over the back of a chair. "Out of all the men, you're my favorite."
"Really?" The man sounded so hopeful that Nezumi had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "Let me take you away from here. I could give you anything you want."
It was the same line that Nezumi had heard a thousand times from a thousand mens' mouths. All of them promised to give him something better. Every one of them had the money to do it too. It was too bad they had him instead of the other boys, who would have killed to get an offer like that.
"Sorry Maijura-san. My place is here" Nezumi said, pulling on the kimono and retying the obi around his narrow waist.
~*~
From what he could remember, Nezumi had never seen the outside of these walls. He had been born in this place and would most likely die in this place too. Not that he minded. He was fed well, and every one of his desires were taken care of. He was treated like a prince in this place in exchange for a few simple acts. Unlike some of the boys he did not feel that his soul was dirtied at all.
"I'm so glad you came today Konda-san" Nezumi said, opening the door wider so that the man could step inside.
Toshi Mitsuhari, or "Konda" as he was called by everyone here, was one of Nezumi's newest clients. The man was in his late fifties with a wild mane of black hair and a stern look on his face. He was not the pretty-faced client that most boys prefered, even though time had been kind to him. The rumors about him were generally all the same, that the man was an ex Yakuza enforcer, and that the scar over is right eye came from an injury he sustained while working in the Yakuza.
"Are you really?" the man asked as he removed his suit jacket. Konda had a rough and gruff way of speaking, but Nezumi had grown used it by now.
"Of course I am" Nezumi replied as he picked the suit jacket up from where Konda had laid it across the back of a chair.
Nezumi's room consisted of a bedroom (a rather plush-sized one at that), a bathroom, and a living room. In a way, it was like a little apartment. These rooms were only given to the boys who brought in the most money and there were few who brought in money like Nezumi did.
Konda took a seat on the couch, glancing lazily at the TV; it was a newely brought plasma TV, just a little present that one of Nezumi's "suitors" had given him.
"A new toy?" the man asked while reaching for the remote to change the channel. He was not a fan of cartoons.
"Maijura-san brought it for me" Nezumi answered from inside his bedroom. The closet was filled with kimonos, as well as normal street clothes; but in the back there was a space for Konda's things, since the man usually spent the night when he came to visit.
The bedroom was designed in the same way each boy's room was designed. There was a king-sized four poster bed with a built in compartment for needed items such as lube and condoms. Velcro adjustable cuffs were also built into the headboard as well as the baseboard. The duvet, as well as the sheets (which were satin for when clients were there, and silk for when he was by himself), were a dark blue color. The main theme of the room was dark blue. Each boy in the Harem wing was assigned a color. Nezumi had been hoping he would be given black, but instead had recieved dark blue, which was the next best thing.
"Are you hungry? I could order some--" Nezumi asked as he walked back into the living room.
The blonde-haired half-breed smiled as he saw Konda stretched out on the couch asleep. The man had not even removed his shoes.
"Hard day at work, huh?" he said aloud softly as he neared the man.
Out of all the clients he recieved, Konda was his favorite. The man never touched him, and would only come to sleep or eat dinner. The man never offered to take him away and give him a better life. Nor did the man demand anything from him. The man had never even uttered the dreaded line of "I just want you to be you."
"Jeez, what is it with you people working yourselves to death" he muttered as he unlaced the man's shoes. Whether Konda had been a Yakuza enforcer or not, he did not seem fitted to be a salaryman. "You must have been really tired if you forgot to take off your shoes."
With a sigh, Nezumi placed the pair of shoes next to the door, before locking it. For some reason, the people who ran this place became awfully nosy when Konda was here. Maybe it had something to do with the rumors?
Taking a dark blue blanket from the room, Nezumi returned to the living room. If it had been another client who would have hounded them to leave, but Konda was special, as well as pleasing to his eyes, so the man could stay.
"You should hurry up and get a good wife" he said, covering Konda's body with the blanket. "So you don't have to keep coming here for meals and sleep."
It seemed strange that a man would be that old and not have a wife. The man had talked about having a child (a son that he hardly saw), but other than that there was no mention of a family or anyone else. Maybe Konda was like him? Alone in this world with no family. He wondered if the man even had friends.
"What type of person spends thousands of dollars on a whore they never have sex with?" Nezumi asked, sitting down on the floor next to the man.
To Nezumi, Konda was an interesting person. Regardless of what he thought he knew about the man, there were always a thousand other things that he did not know about him. Konda was not like the other clients who went on and on about their personal lives. He was silent. He was an enigma. Nezumi liked that.
Konda mumbled something in his sleep before turning over onto his stomach. For a man who was in his late fifties, he reminded of Nezumi of someone in their early twenties. Why kind of person slept on their stomach anyway? It was like just asking to be violated. Or maybe that only happened in his line of work?
"You're such a weirdo" Nezumi muttered, pushing himself up on his feet. He shook the man lightly. "Konda-san, come lay in bed. Takeshi-sama will be angry if he comes in and catches you on the couch."
Takeshi was the man who's sole job was to make sure that the boys (and few girls) did their job. He was not very high up on the ladder of life, but he liked to go around thinking he was. He was yet another man in a long list of men that Nezumi could not stand.
Even after shaking and calling the man's name, Nezumi was unable to wake him up. All he got for his troubles was Konda muttering something and turning over onto his back.
"What a useless guy" he muttered, shaking his head.
Pulling the duvet back, Nezumi laid down on top of the man, before dragging the cover back over the two of them. It wasn't as comfortable as laying on the bed, but Nezumi was not about to complain. This was really the only time he was able to get close to Konda. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted physical contact from this man. Just simple pats on the head or handshakes was not enough.
"If you asked me to, I would leave with you" he whispered, resting his head on Konda's chest. He could hear the man's steady heartbeat. It was soothing.
Warning: Hints of shota sex,
Bio:
Nezumi: Sixteen year old prostitute who is a part of an illegal child sex ring.
Konda: A fifty-something year old man who is Nezumi's newest client; may or may not be an ex-Yakuza-enforcer-turned-police-detective.
Maijira: Twenty-five year old pervert who enjoys having Nezumi wear a kitsune mask during sex.
Takeshi: A thirty-something year old men in charge of taking care of the children. A general asshole.
Pairing: Maijira x Nezumi / Nezumi Konda
~*~
"Ah! Nezumi-chan, you're the best!"
Thankful that the kitsune mask he wore covered the disgusted look on his face, Nezumi rolled over onto his side, reaching for the box of tissues that were sitting on the floor. Very quickly and thoroughly, he wiped the man's seed from between his legs; lazily fingering himself to get what remained inside too. The bastard was laying beside him jerking his limp penis while he was doing it too.
"I'm so jealous, all those other men who have been touching you" the man said, wrapping his arms around Nezumi and pulling him back against his body. "I bet you don't even care about me."
"That's not true, Majira-sama" Nezumi said, flashing the man a fake smile as he squirmed out of his hold. Salvation, in the form of his torn kimono, was just a few feet away tossed over the back of a chair. "Out of all the men, you're my favorite."
"Really?" The man sounded so hopeful that Nezumi had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "Let me take you away from here. I could give you anything you want."
It was the same line that Nezumi had heard a thousand times from a thousand mens' mouths. All of them promised to give him something better. Every one of them had the money to do it too. It was too bad they had him instead of the other boys, who would have killed to get an offer like that.
"Sorry Maijura-san. My place is here" Nezumi said, pulling on the kimono and retying the obi around his narrow waist.
~*~
From what he could remember, Nezumi had never seen the outside of these walls. He had been born in this place and would most likely die in this place too. Not that he minded. He was fed well, and every one of his desires were taken care of. He was treated like a prince in this place in exchange for a few simple acts. Unlike some of the boys he did not feel that his soul was dirtied at all.
"I'm so glad you came today Konda-san" Nezumi said, opening the door wider so that the man could step inside.
Toshi Mitsuhari, or "Konda" as he was called by everyone here, was one of Nezumi's newest clients. The man was in his late fifties with a wild mane of black hair and a stern look on his face. He was not the pretty-faced client that most boys prefered, even though time had been kind to him. The rumors about him were generally all the same, that the man was an ex Yakuza enforcer, and that the scar over is right eye came from an injury he sustained while working in the Yakuza.
"Are you really?" the man asked as he removed his suit jacket. Konda had a rough and gruff way of speaking, but Nezumi had grown used it by now.
"Of course I am" Nezumi replied as he picked the suit jacket up from where Konda had laid it across the back of a chair.
Nezumi's room consisted of a bedroom (a rather plush-sized one at that), a bathroom, and a living room. In a way, it was like a little apartment. These rooms were only given to the boys who brought in the most money and there were few who brought in money like Nezumi did.
Konda took a seat on the couch, glancing lazily at the TV; it was a newely brought plasma TV, just a little present that one of Nezumi's "suitors" had given him.
"A new toy?" the man asked while reaching for the remote to change the channel. He was not a fan of cartoons.
"Maijura-san brought it for me" Nezumi answered from inside his bedroom. The closet was filled with kimonos, as well as normal street clothes; but in the back there was a space for Konda's things, since the man usually spent the night when he came to visit.
The bedroom was designed in the same way each boy's room was designed. There was a king-sized four poster bed with a built in compartment for needed items such as lube and condoms. Velcro adjustable cuffs were also built into the headboard as well as the baseboard. The duvet, as well as the sheets (which were satin for when clients were there, and silk for when he was by himself), were a dark blue color. The main theme of the room was dark blue. Each boy in the Harem wing was assigned a color. Nezumi had been hoping he would be given black, but instead had recieved dark blue, which was the next best thing.
"Are you hungry? I could order some--" Nezumi asked as he walked back into the living room.
The blonde-haired half-breed smiled as he saw Konda stretched out on the couch asleep. The man had not even removed his shoes.
"Hard day at work, huh?" he said aloud softly as he neared the man.
Out of all the clients he recieved, Konda was his favorite. The man never touched him, and would only come to sleep or eat dinner. The man never offered to take him away and give him a better life. Nor did the man demand anything from him. The man had never even uttered the dreaded line of "I just want you to be you."
"Jeez, what is it with you people working yourselves to death" he muttered as he unlaced the man's shoes. Whether Konda had been a Yakuza enforcer or not, he did not seem fitted to be a salaryman. "You must have been really tired if you forgot to take off your shoes."
With a sigh, Nezumi placed the pair of shoes next to the door, before locking it. For some reason, the people who ran this place became awfully nosy when Konda was here. Maybe it had something to do with the rumors?
Taking a dark blue blanket from the room, Nezumi returned to the living room. If it had been another client who would have hounded them to leave, but Konda was special, as well as pleasing to his eyes, so the man could stay.
"You should hurry up and get a good wife" he said, covering Konda's body with the blanket. "So you don't have to keep coming here for meals and sleep."
It seemed strange that a man would be that old and not have a wife. The man had talked about having a child (a son that he hardly saw), but other than that there was no mention of a family or anyone else. Maybe Konda was like him? Alone in this world with no family. He wondered if the man even had friends.
"What type of person spends thousands of dollars on a whore they never have sex with?" Nezumi asked, sitting down on the floor next to the man.
To Nezumi, Konda was an interesting person. Regardless of what he thought he knew about the man, there were always a thousand other things that he did not know about him. Konda was not like the other clients who went on and on about their personal lives. He was silent. He was an enigma. Nezumi liked that.
Konda mumbled something in his sleep before turning over onto his stomach. For a man who was in his late fifties, he reminded of Nezumi of someone in their early twenties. Why kind of person slept on their stomach anyway? It was like just asking to be violated. Or maybe that only happened in his line of work?
"You're such a weirdo" Nezumi muttered, pushing himself up on his feet. He shook the man lightly. "Konda-san, come lay in bed. Takeshi-sama will be angry if he comes in and catches you on the couch."
Takeshi was the man who's sole job was to make sure that the boys (and few girls) did their job. He was not very high up on the ladder of life, but he liked to go around thinking he was. He was yet another man in a long list of men that Nezumi could not stand.
Even after shaking and calling the man's name, Nezumi was unable to wake him up. All he got for his troubles was Konda muttering something and turning over onto his back.
"What a useless guy" he muttered, shaking his head.
Pulling the duvet back, Nezumi laid down on top of the man, before dragging the cover back over the two of them. It wasn't as comfortable as laying on the bed, but Nezumi was not about to complain. This was really the only time he was able to get close to Konda. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted physical contact from this man. Just simple pats on the head or handshakes was not enough.
"If you asked me to, I would leave with you" he whispered, resting his head on Konda's chest. He could hear the man's steady heartbeat. It was soothing.