| Blood and Drugs; Abused by a corrupt industry, Takuma manages to escape and find a world of his own in an abandonded house with four others. | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 22 2018, 06:20 PM (2 Views) | |
| RainyMemory | Mar 22 2018, 06:20 PM Post #1 |
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"Takuma! Takuma wake up!" My eyes snapping open, I adjust to the scene before me. I'm in my room, well my shared room, and Yuuki is leaning over me asking if I'm alright. Relaxing from clenching my teeth, I shove him away from me and sit up. Of course I'm fine, we're all fine. We all wake up the same way in turns. Izo's screaming, Yuuki's sleep talking, Ryouta's sleepwalking, Mamoru's sleep fighting and then complaining that he broke his hand after punching something in his sleep, my groaning. I let go of the twisted up sheets in my hand and push down what I pulled up with my feet. Yuuki goes back to sleep, but it's only ten minutes before Mamoru sleep punches Yuuki in the stomach and then they're arguing wakes the rest of us up. A college drop-out with parents who fell from grace and got gunned down, a baseball player who's family abandoned him, a magician who's mother and sister were killed by his father in front of him, a painter who's mother was killed in a revenge plot and his father killed himself, and then me; a runaway. Back in high school, I was popular and got along fine with everyone. I joined a talent agency and I met Ryouta there. It was the biggest in Japan, and it still is. My schedule became packed, but it was alright at first. They were still testing the waters with me, but I showed potential. What sort of potential, I don't know anymore. I was a cheerful kid, and I loved sports and the arts. My parents were often busy with work, but I didn't mind it much. I remember all the praise that was left on my shoulders. Things like prodigy and elitist, talent and smarts and good looks all in one package! A voice that could use some work, but was quite cute. Teeth that needed straightening, but it didn't matter that much because I had a good everything else. I had one manager, and I would sometimes deal directly with the president of the agency and some top assistants. I was supposedly 'special', like a the prized child of the agency. Of course, there was some jealousy, but everyone was friends. Which is why it was particularly dreadful when they all turned on me. I joined when I was only twelve, and I got my first work when I was thirteen. Filming lasted a couple months, and I had to learn to balance my schedule. I was called into a meeting to talk about how the drama went and how I wanted to manage my time. My parents couldn't make it, and I went in alone. The office had workers in it as usual, and the president's room had him and three others in it. My manager made four. I was only thirteen when two grown men stripped me of my clothes and tied me up. I was only thirteen when my female manager grabbed my hair and used some sort of shock stick against me to get me to stop screaming and crying for a second before she forced the presidents cock down my throat. I was only thirteen... I cried and screamed, and two of the men laughed, the office wasn't sound proof and had big glass doors. I could feel people watching, talking, someone taking a video, someone jerking off. I remember vomiting, and being given body blows but nothing ever to the face. I remember being forced to eat my manager out while being shocked and spanked. "You want to be famous don't you?" I was only thirteen... "You want to make your parents proud, don't you?" I was still young and kind of dorky looking. "If you don't cooperate, then we won't let any of that come true!" I wasn't anything special. "If you tell anyone, they won't believe you anyway, you're only worth something if you work for us." I was easy picking. "You're going to be an entertainer, so act like one and smile!" I couldn't escape. I tried to justify it. Like I couldn't just give up on my dream because of this. That this was probably happening to a lot of other boys in the agency, or that it was only happening to me because I was so special. I was so wonderful, that the staff wanted to see how far it would reach. Or that maybe this was some sort of training. Girls surely have it worse, right? So I can't complain; even if at the end of the night I'm bleeding from my ass. What's being shocked or spanked or tied down to a table? What's being sodomized and forced to suck grown men's dicks with a child-sized mouth? What's being forced to eat out some woman's ass? What's being forced to call the head of the agency 'master' in private and beg for him to fuck me 'in my ass-pussy'. Compared to what girls must go through, this is nothing, right? This is nothing. I have no right to complain. By the time I was fourteen, it was my fault. I'd had other drama rolls, got to dance backup for the big stars in the agency, got my teeth fixed. I told myself more lies to get through it. Everyone was working so hard to remake me, so that must mean they think I can still do great things, right? And being fucked is my punishment for letting them all down. I'm useless, and everything I do is mediocre. Everyone must have such a hard time putting work together for me, it's no wonder they use my body to relieve their stress. It's all my fault. I'm just getting what I deserve for being the disappointment I am. I have no skill or anything, the only good thing about me is my body. If I told anyone, then it would only cause everyone more trouble. I started sleeping less and less, trying to balance work and my grades and being raped. Some upperclassmen were once caught using drugs to help keep them awake and focused on their studies, so I made an effort to get me some as well. I was frequently asked by schoolmates and guys from the agency about my condition, and I remember getting a particularly rough night of sex from the staff after they found self harm marks. I remember being snuck into some motel and whipped and spanked until cuts on my butt cheeks were dripping blood onto my calves, and I remember being throat fucked so violently I puked for fifteen minutes after being forced to swallow too much sperm. I remember being tied to the bed and twisting the sheets up in my hands at my sides, and my toes curling in pain and pulling up the sheet as I bent my knees and seethed, and clenching my teeth so that they couldn't stick anymore cocks or toys or gags in my mouth because I already felt so sick. I remember them zapping me and beating me and so much else, even telling me to scream or cry or whatever I wanted because no one could hear me; and that if I made a single noise outside of groaning in pain, they'd get past my teeth. Ryouta stopped coming in to the agency around the time I was fifteen, I dropped out of school, I only went to work and went home. Work was becoming too tiring, I fainted on set more than once. It just got me in more and more trouble. Around that time, I went to the police to tell them, but at the mention of the agency, they seemed uneasy. No lawyers wanted to take my case, but there was an investigation. The most that happened were some low-on-the-totem-poll staff member was charged with molestation. Nothing further than that. I obviously quit the agency immediately after, not being able to face anyone there after creating such a huge scandal and I was too scared to face the staff. My parents accused me of doing something wrong, I was slapped across the face and I fell to the floor and just laid there after it happened. To them, too, I must've done something to deserve this. I packed up as much of my stuff as I could fit into a backpack, and I left. I called Ryouta, but he didn't have a place for me to stay at the time. I didn't tell him the full situation so I just took trains deep into a different city. I found some empty apartment to crouch in, and I hunted for a job for quite a while. I stole food, and I begged on corners. I met Izo one day while stealing some food, he followed me back to my place and held a knife to my throat until I gave him half my food. He was all skin and bones and confidence, so when he demanded I let him stay with him for a while, I didn't know how to say no. At the very least, he taught me how to do some simple street magic. We lived together for about a year and a half, going from empty place to empty place. After that, Ryouta joined us and introduced us to Yuuki and Mamoru. The latter was high as always when we met him, and the former was rather evil looking. A similar tone that Izo had. All this confidence, but where did it come from? Soon, we were all living together in some cheap place in the dirty part of the city. Mamoru was some sort of prostitute, and Izo started sneaking into underground gambling. I was... really tired, of having my body used like a slave. So being a hooker didn't really appeal to me, but I didn't want to be the only one not bringing home any cash. Especially since, by then, I had gotten a taste of some of Yuuki's stash. Being a stripper, to me, made sense. I had plenty of dance practice, and I had gotten a lot of compliments on my looks after I cleaned up more. I landed the job fairly easily, and I went through a long two years of training before being allowed to perform. Three months later, some creepy guy tried to force himself on me in the ally after work. In a panic, I stabbed him to death. I felt empowered for once in my life, like I was the one in control. I didn't have to lie down and take anything anymore. After that, I realized there were still some things to enjoy in this world. I was just the last one to realize it. Since when I told the others, we had some sort of 'congratulations on your first kill' party; which included drugs and making sure my mess was cleaned up right. I've learned how to enjoy sex, how to toy with others, how to murder people without getting caught. I remember how to enjoy myself, and I can pay for drugs. I can now use my body the way I want to instead of being someone's sex puppet. I have some sort of group of friends, in a way. Yuuki even is so obvious he wants me in bed, that I can't help but play with him. His embarrassed face is so cute, after all. I still sometimes think about what my life could've been, but, at this point, does it really matter? I'm still shaking and puking and I can't exactly boast about what I do to anyone outside of our little group; but at least I'm not shaking and puking for the same reasons as before. This time, the cause is actually worth the pain. |
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