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Ah,
I see a lot of you agree with me that the first creep got exactly what was
coming to him � if not enough! But for those of you who were
thinking that there would be more payback coming right away � sorry, not quite
yet. Atemu and the others had no idea that he even ran with that crowd.
To them he was just another person who dared to touch what wasn�t his. But
don�t worry � the rest will get theirs. (Smirks evilly)

And
as further note on the subject � do you think that this doesn�t happen in real
life? Take a good look at some of the hookers that are on your city streets.
Not all of them are runaways. I had the�I�m not sure if I should say
privilege�of meeting one of them when I was younger. Some of what she said to
my little crowd of slightly inebriated party friends gave us nightmares.
Unfortunately we were too stupid to do anything about it other than gawk.

So
in a way, there is a point to this story. I will tell you what it is at the
end.

And anyways, onto the next chap,
thanks for sticking with this one.
The hard part is almost over! I own nothing!

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The Day of Solomon�s Heart Attack:

Yugi looked up unhappily from the
small paperback he was perusing as soon as the intercom beeped twice in his
room. That was his signal to be ready for his master�s guest. He slid off the
bed and deposited the book underneath, thanking the gods that he had already
taken a shower and rid his body of the impurities like he was supposed to. His
master would not be happy with him if he wasn�t clean inside and out. Then he
would pay for it.

He supposed he should be thankful that
his master graciously allowed him and the other slaves� a little time to
themselves each day. That the guests only took up their evenings and sometimes
a couple of hours in the afternoon. After all, none of his master�s guests
wanted a used slave for a companion. They all expected, and paid for
perfection.

And he was grateful - even though the
punishments for minor infractions sometimes seemed almost cruel to him. His
life could have been so much worse. He could have had a truly brutal, demanding
master. His master reminded him of that every couple of days when he was
summoned to the man�s chambers for their �play-time�.

He dressed quickly into a pair of
Velcro sided, skin tight white leather pants, sliding the small hoop earrings
into his ears as he fumbled around the room looking for the rest of his rings
and belts. The belly button ring was on the table where he left it, his eyebrow
ring was not. There it was, on the floor. He knew he should have left off with
his reading over an hour ago. If he wasn�t finished dressing by the time his
master�s guest entered the room his night wouldn�t end well.

It was a clear rule around the House
that all slaves needed to be groomed and ready to go by the time that six o�clock
rolled around. Just in case there were early arrivals. And it was just his luck
that he happened to get one tonight when he was so caught up in one of the few
books that were (smuggled in) allowed in The House. Well, maybe an early start
meant an early end to the evening. He just wanted to get this done and over
with, so he could get back to his book � and his dreams.

At least he was not going to be
summoned to The Room this time. Many of his master�s guests that liked that
sort of play. Yugi gingerly rubbed his fingers over the welts on his thighs. His
body shuddered deeply with the memories of the night before. The man who had
requested him for the night definitely found the many toys in that room to his
liking. He was still extremely tender from the three hour ordeal.

The door to his room unlocked to open
with a click, surprising the petite teen, and a thin, lanky man with a bald
patch on his head smiled at him creepily. Great! Senator Goodman, of all
people. A delicate shiver ran down the length of his slim body at the unwelcome
thought. He had thought this was going to be an easy night. Now he knew better.

This man just loved to torment and
tease � to prolong the experience. And he had a bit of a sadistic streak to top
it off. But at least he liked to keep that streak private, rather than let
everyone witness it from the glass walls of The Room.

Sighing, the small teen prostrated
himself before the other man. He was going to be really sore after tonight.
This man had an obsession with his ass. He loved to pull him face down on his
lap and do his best to make sure that Yugi was sobbing pitifully by the time he
was finished � something that he succeeded at rather well too.

Oh well, there was nothing to be done
for it other than take it. He was a bred to be a whore; he should be used to
this by now. He should be happy that he was sexy enough to make his master the
amount of money that he did. And he did make the man a lot of money. His master
told him that every time he fucked him.

�Oh Hikari�why
aren�t you in position?� The senator called to him in a singsong voice from
where he had settled himself on the bed.

Damn it! Daydreaming again! This was
so going to get him disciplined on top of what he was going to go through
tonight. Wiping an errant tear from his face, the small teen got up and tugged
on the Velcro that held his pants together, allowing the material to fall away
and expose his slender, faultless nude form. It was going to be a long night.
He just hoped his ass was up to the abuse.

He kept his eyes demurely lowered to
the floor, his face carefully blank, hands clasped in front of him, as if waiting
for something, urging the older man to remember. This one knew the rules as
well as he did.

�Yes, yes, you may speak tonight. Now
come over here and assume the position� The man patted his lap with an eager
leer.

Yugi lay down obediently, draped over
the man�s lap, offering his bare bottom for the other�s perusal. He could
almost feel the man�s lust spike intensely. He wriggled his hips, his slender
backside becoming the man�s sole focus

The first strike came down, leaving a
fiery red hand print in its wake. �Ooh, you�re already nice and red tonight.
Have you been a naughty boy again Hikari? Do you need
a strong man to discipline you? Tell me�tell me all your wicked secrets.�

The hand made its way painfully to his
rear end again. The small teen hissed as a long, gnarled, dry finger invaded
his body, he clamped down forcefully around it, allowing it to pull and prod at
his tender insides, even though it hurt him to do it.

�Yes�I�ve been naughty. I need you to
punish me.� He intoned obediently.

�Tell me then�what have you done my
disobedient little Hikari? And I�ll tell you the
reprimand you�ve earned.� The punishing hand came back again, stinging his
bottom fiercely.

The small teen sniffed quietly,
slipping into his role with a practiced ease as he haltingly counted off a list
of imaginary crimes, earning a hard slap for each sin. Damn, he really hated
this, but this was what earned his master the big bucks and kept him in reading
material (or rather dream material) � all the people requesting him for the night.

That gnarled, dry finger penetrated
his opening again, another soon joining in. A rough hand pried harshly at his cheeks;
parting them for deeper penetration. Damn this man was rough tonight! Or was it
because he was already raw from the night before?

Once again the sound of flesh meeting
bare flesh echoed around the room. Yugi bit his lip to keep from crying out
loud. And then the probing finger drove back inside of his tender body - a
couple of others joining along with it as it pushed roughly inside of him.

He spread his legs a little wider as
they unintentionally touched that tender spot buried deep within his body,
sighing softly. It was almost over. He knew this from experience; this man was
a repeat guest who had requested him time and time again. The man could only
handle so much before he was out like a light, snoring in his bed.

��You have the most sinful, sexy ass I have
ever seen. When I�m done administering your punishment I�m going to give you
what you need. I�m going to fill that empty hole�but first. You really have
been a naughty boy��

Again and again the hand came crashing
down on his sore bottom. By the time the experience was over, Yugi was left
shaking and sobbing in the man�s grasp. And that was before he felt the familiar
feeling of one of his many toys as it penetrated his lower body.

�Hmmm.
So tight, so ready for me. Let me loosen you up a
little�.�

He hissed,
shifting uncomfortably as the slick instrument was embedded fully within him.
And then he cried out blindly as it found his prostate. Damn this man was
looking to give his senses a permanent overload tonight wasn�t he? This alternating pain and pleasure. He had long ago given up
on controlling his body�s responses to the stimuli, it was useless. Now he just
rode with it as wave after wave of tormenting pleasure crashed against his
senses.

The teen tightened his muscles
expertly around the instrument, intent on taking as much pleasure out of this
painful encounter as he could, a low keening cry leaving his lips at the
feeling of the round cylinder as it left his body only to return again even
deeper. How long was he going to have to put up with this tonight? This man had
already toyed with him for a good twenty minutes.

Thank god his master was paid by the
night, not the hour. He usually only had to open his mouth or spread his legs
once before he was left to his own devices. Only occasionally was one of his
master�s guests able to go for a second round.

The man finally tired of the play,
tossing the toy aside. He pushed the startled teen off his lap. �I want you to
suck me Hikari�make me feel the way you did last
time. If you do a good enough job I�ll fuck you long
and hard, just like you like it.�

Yugi crawled back over to the man on
his hands and knees, the sexy smirk on his face not quite reaching his blank
amethyst eyes. Good, maybe he wouldn�t even have to spread his thighs for this
one. Senator Goodman wasn�t known for his endurance. But lately neither were
any of his other regulars. Perhaps he was getting better at his job. More often
than not he was left with time to himself after servicing one of his master�s
guests.

As he reached up to unzip the pants
that were in his way, he lost himself in his usual day dream of him and someone
that he might have once cared about very much. The face was fuzzy now, the name
nonexistent, but he still lost himself in the dream that it was his faceless
crush � and not this man � who was receiving his attentions.

Why couldn�t he remember what his life
had been like before�?

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Day�
77:

�Aibou�what
was that?!�

Atemu
went flying out of the bathroom - where he had been putting away the clean
towels - the moment he heard the tinkling sounds of breaking glass and dashed
down the stairs. The slender teen vaulted over the newly repositioned couch and
down the hall to come to a screeching halt just inside the kitchen.

�Are
you okay?� He asked breathlessly as he surveyed the normally immaculate room.
He could feel remorse and fear dribbling down the barely existent link as he
took in the scene before him.

There
was broken glass everywhere. And standing in the middle of it all was his
Aibou, a guilty, petrified look reflecting off his delicate features. As soon
as the boy spotted him in the room, he dropped his crutches and prostrated
himself amidst the shards of glass, trembling fiercely as he awaited his
punishment.

��Aibou NO!� Atemu
yelled as he ran into the wreckage, heedless of the sharp glass, to where his
little one was kneeling on the floor. �Come on; let�s get you out of here.�

Damn
and here he thought his little one had been doing so good�

He
picked the boy up into his arms and carried him out of the middle of the broken
glass. The royal teen hissed sharply, taking a clumsy side step as he felt the
sharp sliver of glass cut through his thick sock and into his foot. Damn that
hurt!

At
the edge of the kitchen Atemu stopped, shifting his shivering burden into his
other arm, and carefully peeled the glass covered socks off his feet, throwing
them back towards the mess that littered the floor. He could still feel the one
sliver in his foot, but at least that was the only one he got. How had his
Aibou fared?

The
dark teen glanced down to see that the boy�s pajama bottoms were covered in
tiny shards of glass. �Aibou�these, ah, have to come off. Can you stand?�

Yugi
looked back at him tearfully, nodding. He knew what was coming. And he deserved
it. He set his unencumbered foot down on the ground, taking in a sharp breath
as one of the slivers buried in his bare foot came in contact with the hard
wood. The petite teen shifted his weight over to his casted
leg, hoping that it would take it. He just wanted to get this over with �
whatever it was that his...Atemu was going to do.

�Ah,
damn. Just hold still for a moment and I�ll get you off that foot. You should
have said something.� Atemu quietly admonished the younger teen as he began to
peel the soft fabric from his body, immediately realizing what his discomfort
was.

Dark
hands froze the instant they came into contact with soft, pale skin rather than
the underwear he was expecting. Shit! The little one wasn�t wearing anything
underneath his pajamas! Sexually charged images raced through Atemu�s mind
before he could stop them. The former Pharaoh groaned mentally, a light dusting
of red fanning out across his cheeks.

His
body reacted instantly to the feeling of the warm, soft skin beneath his
fingertips, his breath quickening, his heart beating erratically in his chest.
But he continued to strip the cloth from the boy�s body, leaving him bare from
the waist down. Once the glass encrusted cloth was free of the small form Atemu
brushed his hands gently over the boy�s slender legs, looking for any glass
that would have pierced the skin. Swallowing thickly, he looked back up into
heartbroken amethyst eyes.

�Shhh. I�m going to set you on the couch.
Don�t move.� Atemu picked Yugi up into his arms and limped his way back into
the living room.

Once
he was assured the little one was somewhat comfortable, the darker teen hobbled
quickly out of the room, looking for tweezers, a wash cloth and some hydrogen
peroxide. Oh yeah, and a towel! His senses were on overload ever since he found
out what was (or rather wasn�t) hidden directly beneath those starry pajama
bottoms.

He
needed to put a barrier between himself and the temptation that was his Aibou
before he succumbed to his raging hormones.

After
gathering his findings into his arms, the former Pharaoh made his way painfully
back out into the living room and over to the couch. He scooped the younger
teen back up into his arms and wrapped the towel around his lower half before
setting the boy back against the cushions and taking his bare foot into his
hands.

�This
will hurt a little bit Aibou. Are you ready?� He questioned, ruby eyes seeking
and finding terrified amethyst. He gave the boy�s hand a reassuring squeeze
before setting the tweezers against the damaged skin and searching for the
sliver of glass that was embedded within.

Yugi
twitched uncomfortably as the cold metal prodded at his sensitive foot. But he
didn�t say anything out loud. He knew better than to give voice to his pain -
that would only prolong the punishment. But why was his�Atemu being so gentle
with him? Especially when it was his clumsiness that caused the other pain. He
breathed a temporary sigh of relief as the first splinter was removed, the
probing metal going back for another one.

He
squirmed on the couch, guiltily, as he waited for the darker teen to finish
probing his foot for more glass. Once the other was finished, those gentle,
calloused hands wandered the length of his legs, searching for any other
injuries. The small teen�s body stirred to life at the tender touch; almost
wanting more�

The
darker teen was always so gentle, almost loving whenever he touched him. But
there was a hesitancy now that wasn�t there before. And it worried Yugi to no
end. He really screwed up this time.

�All
finished Aibou.� Atemu whispered as he carefully set the peroxide soaked towel
up against the bleeding, injured extremity. �Hold that while I deal with my
problem.�

�I�m
sorry�� Tears ran down the small teen�s face as he whispered the apology.

Yugi
sniffled as he took the cold, wet cloth from the other�s hands. He always
screwed up. It was the reason his former master constantly disciplined him. But
he couldn�t help it right now. Half the time his body wouldn�t obey his brain�s
commands, even with the grueling therapy he was going through.

What
type of reprimand had he earned for this mistake? His�Atemu had never raised a
hand against him before, even when he deserved it. Most likely it would be a spanking;
he couldn�t see the other breaking out a cane or a whip. But that was so
humiliating. Oh well, he deserved whatever�Atemu decided to mete out.

He
watched nervously as the other teen began to work on loosening the glass from
his own foot. With a soft sigh, the darker teen yanked the shard free and set
it into the bowl on the table along with the other slivers.

�You�re
fine�it was an accident.� Atemu replied softly.

Atemu
made to put his foot down on the floor and Yugi pulled it up into his lap,
taking the cloth in his hands and setting it against the tiny wound, drawing
back for a moment at the shudder that ran through the other�s body.

This
act would not make up for his earlier clumsiness, but he hated to see his�Atemu
in pain. He knew the other hated it when he referred to him as master, but it
was so hard not to think of him as just that. With Atemu as his master he felt
safe, protected. The darker teen had been nothing but gentle with him ever
since they left the hospital. And it was truly more than he deserved � especially
when his actions resulted in this.

�I
am fine little one. Right now I need to clean up the mess in the other room.�
Atemu pulled the small hand gently away from his foot, blushing to the roots of
his tricolor hair.

This
was getting ridiculous! He couldn�t even be near his little one without the
simplest touch affecting his body in a sexual way. But he really didn�t want to
leave the boy alone for even a minute. His little one seemed to have a knack
for getting himself into sticky situations. He had ever since they got home.

Well,
there was nothing else to be done for it. Atemu reached over to pull the boy
into his arms, thinking to carry him into the kitchen and set him down at the
table so he could keep an eye on him while he cleaned.

The
shivering amethyst eyed teen knew immediately why the other was reaching for
him. After all it was his actions that had resulted in his�Atemu being hurt.
Shakily he discarded his last line of defense � his towel � and crawled
facedown onto the darker teen�s lap. If he was good this would all be over with soon and they could go back to being friendly
to each other. And he wanted that more than anything. He hated it that his�Atemu
would freeze up whenever they touched.

Atemu
sucked in a breath, his eyes widening in shock - his hand accidentally coming
to rest against the warm, inviting flesh of the other�s bared behind. He
couldn�t move, he couldn�t breathe. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his
overheated face as he sat frozen in horror. This was not happening!

Finally
the dark teen pulled his hand away as if scorched. The touch burned! His heart
pounded loudly in his chest, reminding him with every wild beat of the
vulnerable position that his little one was in. It would be so easy to�to take
advantage�No! He couldn�t think like that!!! This was his Aibou, his light!

Yugi
glanced up at the darker teen from where he was bracing his hands against the
sides of the couch. Why was the other so still? He could feel the calloused
hand as it rested stiffly against his rear, creating a patch of heat where it
touched. And then it was gone. He cringed in anticipation of the fiery pain
that soon would follow�And then he cracked open an eye, staring back at the
other in surprise when the hand didn�t return.

�Mas�Atemu?� He questioned fearfully.

�Ai�Aibou,
wha�?!� Atemu pulled the
smaller teen from the humiliating position, wrapping him up in his arms. Tears streaming down his face. �No little one�no, no, no! It was an accident! An accident!�

Yugi
sniffed as he looked up into the agonized scarlet gaze, his world crashing down
around him. An accident? But how could that be? He was
the one who caused the vase to shatter by bumping it as he reached for the
plate on the second shelf. And he was the one who dropped the plate along with
it, making even more of a mess. He should be punished for his clumsiness!

�My
fault�I-I need to b-be punished.� He whispered tearfully.

�No Aibou�no punishment � ever! Shit happens�constantly. You stay here;
I�ll return in a moment.� Atemu set Yugi�s half naked form back on the couch
and raced out of the room in search of some pants that would fit over the boy�s
unsightly cast. He needed to get away from the tempting sight that was his
Aibou.

The
former monarch returned to the living room to find that his little one had
curled up into a ball in the corner of the couch, sobbing quietly. The sight
tore at his heart. He tenderly brushed the tears away from the smooth, pale
skin, looking deep into disconsolate amethyst eyes.

Had
his refusal to punish the boy caused this upset? If so, he needed to take the
other�s mind off of it. Distract him somehow until he was able to think this
through. Yugi couldn�t go through life thinking he deserved to be punished for
every little mistake.

�What
were you doing in the kitchen Aibou?� He questioned gently. �Are you hungry?�

Yugi
nodded hesitantly, at first refusing to look up from the small hands that were
wrapped around his knees. He shivered at the tender touch, his eyes finally
meeting with the other�s burning rubies. Atemu helped him to pull the pants up
over his legs and picked him up to cradle him against his chest.

Yugi
wrapped his arms around the taller teen, sniffling piteously. He felt so
guilty. This was all his fault. But if so, than why
hadn�t he been punished? Why was�Atemu still treating him so kindly? How could
the darker teen not be angry with him after what he had done? He would gladly
take his punishment if it meant that they could remain on friendly terms�

Atemu
made his way into the kitchen, stopping only to toe on a pair of old tennis
shoes in the hall. He set Yugi down at the table and proceeded to clean up the
mess on the floor. Periodically he would glance over at Yugi�s tense form,
watching as the emotions shifted across those expressive eyes. A myriad of confused
feelings drifted down to his side of the link.

He
had thrown the boy for a loop with his refusal to chastise him. Good, maybe the
little one would start to realize that he was not a slave to anyone else�s
designs. Everyone made mistakes. There was not one person alive who didn�t.

Once
all the broken glass was deposited into the garbage, Atemu began pulling down
ingredients for pancakes. He recalled how much his little one used to love
them. Yugi watched his every move intently from the corner of the room, his
eyes widening at the sight of the pile of stuff as it grew on the counter.

He
grinned. �I�m making breakfast for lunch�pancakes, would you like some?�

The
smaller teen shook his head wildly. Pancakes, the word made his stomach growl
with need. He hadn�t had those since�He blinked, where did that thought go? He
looked up hungrily as Atemu started preparing their meal. The smell of
something good soon floated around the room, making his stomach rumble.

After
he was finished Atemu set a plate down in front of each of their places. Both
plates were piled high with pancakes, homemade hash browns and sausage patties.
Yugi looked back at him as if to make sure it was okay to eat. Once he was sure
he had permission, the smaller teen dug in to the fare, taking two gigantic
bites to every one that Atemu managed to eat.

The
former spirit eventually sat back and watched the younger teen eat. It was
almost as if the boy were afraid that he wouldn�t get enough to eat. Had
whoever kidnapped him starved him as well as tortured him? The questions began
to pile up in the darker teen�s mind.

If
he ever found out who was responsible�well, the sight would not be pretty. But
first he needed to undo all that his little one had learned at those people�s hands. It would take some time, but he
would do it! Somehow.

When
Yugi finished his meal first, Atemu slid his plate over in front of the boy,
urging him to eat his fill. He had seen his little one clean his plate at the
hospital, but there was never anything else to be had, so he wondered if Yugi
could have still been hungry, just afraid to mention it.

But
the little one would not touch his food. �Aibou�if you are still hungry � eat.
I�m finished.�

Yugi
glanced up at him once, nervously debating for almost a full minute before
finally reaching out to spear a sausage. When he realized that there were no consequences,
the small teen ate the rest of what was on the plate, before slouching back in
his chair and covering a satisfied burp with his hand.

Atemu
smiled at the graceless sound.

Just
for a moment, he had his Aibou back. And even though there was so much to be
done today, he intended on enjoying this while it lasted. The new doors and
alarm system that he had set up to be installed today could wait. All the
cleaning could wait. The physical therapy appointment could as well. His little
one needed this moment of normal.

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