To Love a Viper

​Shin

Shin lay prone on the papa-san chair. His wrists still bound by the fuzzy handcuffs. He could feel the old man’s fat tongue sliding along his thigh leaving a warm slimy trail like a slug. He was used to this treatment, it was nothing new. The man’s teeth nicked his skin lightly; Shin rolled his eyes hoping he wouldn’t leave a mark this time. There was no point in straining or trying to get up. The chain attached to the pole in the living room always held steadfast, the keys glistened on the table near his feet. Always just out of reach. He sighed. The old man had begun whispering some lewd instructions in his ear. Shin desperately wanted to scratch the spot where the dried sperm had caked along his chest from a few moments ago. 



He watched a gecko run across the ceiling. The rice paper light blinked erratically swinging back and forth on its stand, caught in the strong breeze from the living room fan. A strong musty odor followed by a heavy pressure brought him back to his reality. The man had thrust his dick in his face, while his mouth encircled Shin’s sacks and gobbled them like swallowing spiced plums. He was moving his thick waist in grotesque motions, his fat rolls squeezing pockets of sweat along his stomach. Shin turned to stare at the far wall, hoping this guy wouldn’t shoot his load in his face this time. Last time, it got in his eyes and hurt like hell. The man was grunting and panting, begging Shin to take him in his mouth. He pretended not to hear him. 



His mind was already drifting to when his brother were home. Ryuuji would have protected him. He was always bigger and stronger. The old guys would always stare at Shin, ogling his olive colored skin and bright green eyes. They knew deep down inside, they would never get passed the gigantic force that was Ryuuji, he always stood between them and the delicious looking little boy. Ryuuji had saved him from years of torture, but now… he was gone. A tear ran absently down his cheek as the man had begun grinding himself along his chin. His erection had taken on a deep purple color as he begged entry into Shin’s mouth. 



His mother’s footsteps padded gently across the floor, her hand patting the old fat man on the head. She was a tall slender woman. Her eyes always appeared partially closed even when she was staring directly in a person’s face. 

“Come on, you’ve had enough fun for now.” 

“Why do you always stop me?” He pouted before rolling off Shin’s body and thumping to the floor. She smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. 

“You know the rules… “ Her voice was sweet but held a warning. “Let me help you finish off that fantasy you’ve been building between your legs huh?” 

He followed her obediently. Shin lay with his eyes closed. His dick was still partially erect from the unwanted stimulation. He could hear the giggling and squeaking coming from the other room. 



He wanted to disappear, he hated it here. Without his brother, this place had become a nightmare. Mom brought home different men every night. If they caught him, he wound up here, usually tied to the couch. He could have kicked himself for coming home early tonight. He only needed to pick up his flash drive so he could go to the library and finish his report. His final year of high school and more than half the nights, he spent like this. He tried not to cry. Why couldn’t he be strong like his brother? 



He felt soft fingers touching his cheek. His eyelids fluttered open and he looked up into Sekai’s face. She smiled at him. He never could figure out how she managed to get in the house all the time. Although he was grateful she had the skill to sneak in as often as she did. She was a weird kid. A year behind him in school, well, actually… he’d never seen her in school at all. He saw her twin brother all the time. His name was Sato and he followed Shin every morning like a ghost. Whenever Shin would try to approach him, he’d shy away and hide (as if standing behind a pole or a tree made him invisible). Mom said they were albinos; something about being allergic to the sun. Both of them were pale, wore hats outdoors and sunglasses. Although Sekai always appeared at night and never wore anything more than the frilly night shirt with a pair of jeans underneath. Shin secretly thought it was funny that Sekai always wore thin lace shirts even though she had nothing to show. She really wasn’t built like a girl at all. Must be sad to be 17 already and still not even need a bra. 



Sekai had moved her face closer to his. She was waiting for her payment apparently. Each time she would find him in this position, she would free him for a kiss. Shin adjusted himself a little so his face would reach hers. He kissed her, gently at first. Her soft little tongue slid between his lips and slipped around every open crevice, darting around in his mouth like kittens playing. It always made him smile when she did this. She eventually pulled away then produced the key for the handcuffs. She dangled the key a few inches above his face and grinned as it rocked back and forth on its thin piece of string. Her slim fingers played along his thigh for moment, before flicking the tip of his member making him wince at the annoying sensation. She stood starring at him, cocking her head to one side like a curious kitten. He looked away trying to keep his face from turning red. Apparently satisfied, she unlocked the cuffs and sat on her feet looking up at his naked body. He didn’t want to wait around for his mom’s next conquest, if there was still time, he could still make it to the library. 



He whispered to Sekai, “Next time, I’ll play for you okay?” She nodded vigorously before picking up his pants and tossing them on his lap. He sprinted to the bathroom to wash away the semen and urine that had drenched his body only moments before. He knew Sekai would be gone by the time he finished. He could hear his mom and her client in the living room. He didn’t want to be caught again, so he opened the window quietly. After throwing on a t-shirt and jeans, he began climbing slowly through the small opening. He jumped out, gracefully landing on the back walkway. The apartments were old and the walls were very thin. He inched his way along the walkway until he reached the stairwell where he could climb down halfway and jump the rest of the way to the ground. He took a deep breath of the evening air. One day he would escape from her. He shoved the flash drive in his pocket and ran to the library.