"Yes, that’s it spread your legs more," Akito commanded as his hand worked down the slender jutting length of the boy’s sex.

Bright color flared in Takaya’s boyish face as he reluctantly moved his legs further apart on the edge of the table. He leaned completely back against Akito’s broad chest, exposing not only his leaking member but his twitching opening to the other students who sat in folding chairs in a semi-circle around the raised, flat table.

Akito bent down flicking his tongue along the rim of the boy’s ear, his face tickled by the young man’s black curls as he looked out into the audience of six perspective new escorts for his club. He could feel the incredible heat radiate from the lithe body pressed against his own and wriggling in embarrassment as others watched his body violated by Akito. It was the first day of their lessons and he had purposively chosen Takaya because it violated every possible taboo that he could violate within the small group. The boy wasn’t even eighteen yet and had a slender innocent build as well as being decidedly male. The new group of escorts watched, some with fascination, others with sexual desire others and some with horror as Akito called the boy up and commanded him to strip. The blushing boy didn’t falter, at least until Akito sat him on the table in front of the others and began to toy with his body skillfully all the while verbally harassing him. Takaya, confused and embarrassed, tried to hide his body only for Akito to demand that he expose more and more of it in various positions even as he used his hands and mouth to elect even more of a response.

"Cute little fuck toy, what do you want?" Akito asked as his hand stopped on the now pulsing sex. He noticed that Takaya was finally losing his inhibitions as his body took increasing control of his mind.

The boy moaned, his eyes closed as his whole body trembled. Akito surreptitiously continued to look out into the small audience, gauging their reactions and filing them away in his mind for later, even as he continued to speak. The whole point of the first day’s exercise was not to train them how to be escorts but to shock them out of any fantasies that they had that this was a glamorous, easy job.

"Tell me whore or I’ll stop right here," Akito said harshly, his hand moving up to pinch Takaya’s pink nipple hard, noticing the almost hidden revulsion in one woman’s face as she watched.

"Please let me come, please," Takaya begged, thrusting his hip up with shame engraved in every line of his young face.

"Very good," Akito said, his hand moving down the flat chest even as he turned the boy’s face with his other hand to kiss the full pink lips, focusing all of his attention to the youth for the first time since they entered the room.

It wasn’t long, now that he turned his full attention to the young man exposed on the table, before he was softly moaning as his white cream spilled onto Akito’s large hand and the boy’s naked chest. When Takaya finally lay panting against him Akito turned his attention back to his new students, gauging their reactions. Some where better than others at hiding their reactions and some where more turned on than others. Nothing escaped his sharp grey eyes as he observed each reaction and stored it away for later even as he brought his sticky hand up to Takaya’s mouth. The boy’s light brown eye’s widened as his looked at the hand close to his mouth.

"Clean my hand off," Akito commanded again, noticing one of his new male students looked appalled and didn’t bother to hide it.

Takaya hesitated until he saw the uncompromising stern look in Akito’s eyes. A wet pink tongue flicked out, tickling his hand. It licked between his long fingers and the large palm until his hand was once again clean. Keeping Takaya pinned against his chest Akito looked out at the six students, four men and two women from ages eighteen to twenty four.

"This is the barest taste of your new life to Black Heaven. This..."Akito started to lift one of Takaya’s thin legs and put two of his half dry fingers into the boy’s open causing a small scream of pain from the boy as the other’s looked at him in horror. "...Is part of it."

"It isn't all pleasure, and the one thing that you always have to remember is your body IS NOT yours anymore," Akito continued, withdrawing his fingers and letting go of the boy who had tears in his eyes. "It belongs to the person that is paying you. Our clients pay more money than you would see in five years working in a normal job for the privilege of your time and, of course, the right to violate your bodies."

"But I thought that there were contracts, things that they couldn’t do," Kazuma, a stocky man who had seemed uncomfortable ever since he had entered the room, said.

"Yes. There are contracts that are enforced with very high penalties, but as for what a client can not do? In terms of sex it is limited. The general guideline is they can do anything to you except physically leave mark you or ask you to perform with multiple partners unless a special contract is made. If they want to strip you naked and collar you? They can. Or if they want to fuck you all night? They can. Black Heaven is a high class establishment catering to only the richest clients that go through extensive background checks. You will live a life of wealth and privilege here with training that goes far beyond spreading your legs but make no mistake, you will be nothing more than a high paid whore. You will sell your body for money and in the end no matter how much you sugar coat it that is what you are doing," Akito answered bluntly.

"Each one of you will be on this table before the end your first training course. Takaya was the first, but will not be the last. There is no modesty or preference in Black Heaven. You will learn how to pleasure a person in every way whether they’re male or female. For the next month you all need to seriously think about whether or not this life is suited to you. You all can still back out but once you sign the contract with Black Heaven there is no way out until the contract ends or you can pay the forfeit, which is usual equal to two years work here at Black Heaven. Keep that in mind," Akito said with steel in his voice as his eyes swept over each one of them.

"Today’s lesson is at an end. Your assignment is to think about my words, it is your choice whether you come back tomorrow. If you do, you will all take the next step into Black Heaven. Dismissed."

Takaya got up, scurrying to his clothing as he glanced at Akito quickly. The others rose, some more quickly than others as Akito watched them leave. He was sure at least one of them wouldn’t be back, although he was also sure that most would. What he had said shouldn’t have been a surprise although there were always a few that didn’t understand until they saw with first hand what it meant to be an escort. By the end of the first month of training they would lose at least half of the group before they signed their contracts, maybe more.

"Well did you scare them all away?" Takamura asked, leaning against the door.

"At least one, I think. Kazuma will not be back, he had the most trouble hiding his reactions. He can’t stomach the thought of letting another man touch him," Akito shrugged.

"Well we could have..."

"We’ve been through this before Takamura. We can and do limit where escorts are sent by gender preference but they all have to have tolerance for same-sex pairings. They all need to have the basics so not to offend any of our clients. I won’t tolerate bigots within Black Heaven," Akito said firmly, folding his arms across his chest.

"Yeah, I know but telling a guy he needs to get his ass fucked on the first day of training scares a lot of men away. We really need to expand our rooster," Takamura said with a shrug.

"Not at the expense of our quality," Akito shook his head.

"Yeah, I suppose you’re right. So what about that kid, Takaya?"

"He’ll stay, he needs the money. Not only that I think Takaya will join our special section," Akito said thoughtful.

"S and M?" Takamura asked surprised.

"Yes, it is just a suspicion but his reactions....Well, we’ll see," Akito shrugged, pushing himself away from the table and picking his jacket off the chair next to it.

"Interesting. You going home?" Takamura asked with a raised brow.

"Yes."

"So how is your little brother?" Takamura asked, walking next to Akito as he walked down the empty hallway that was lushly lined with erotic artwork and hardwood floors.

"Better, the drugs are finally starting to leave his system. It will still be a couple more weeks but the effects of them are close to being gone. He’s having nightmares though," Akito frowned.

"Nightmares?"

"Gensi says it’s his mind’s way of processing the memories of the last six years. Ironically the drugs that could have killed him where in a way protecting him from the reality of what was being done to him. Now that they are dissipating he has to deal with the foggy memories of the abuse," Akito said grimly.

"Is he really going to be ok? I mean six years....And his family...." Takamura hesitated looking at Akito.

"I know, but it isn’t like I can keep him drugged. Right now I haven't really talked to him about his history. I told that first night that we were brothers but he was too lost within the drugs to really remember. Half the time I think he mistakes me for Ryu," Akito answered, opening the door to his office.

"So are you going to tell him?" Takamura asked as Akito went of to his desk.

"I have to, but right now he has so much to deal with I keep delaying," Akito murmured, frowning as he entered the details of his training lesson quickly into the computer.

"He might feel betrayed if you keep it from him too long. Still, I can understand why you don’t want to talk about it. Well at least your family hasn’t come knocking. I keep expecting to see Sakamoto thugs at our door any day," Takamura laughed.

"It isn't something to laugh at, "Akito sighed. "Ryu is out of the country, apparently he was able to placate father until he gets back but I’m going to have to deal with him sooner or latter. We both better pray that I can keep my family out of Black Heaven."

"Well you told me in the beginning that this wouldn’t be the safest venture, although I always thought getting arrested would be the bigger problem," Takamura observed.

"That was never a concern. Black Heaven operates with in the gray area of the new legislation on prostitution. Ironically it was my family that spent billions twenty years ago to make sure that establishments like ours are above board, at least for the most part. My family has always been more of a danger to us than the police," Akito said grimly, pulling back from his desk and retrieving his coat.

"Well, let’s hope that your family doesn’t get involved, although I feel like it is the calm before the storm the way you’ve been acting," Takamura observed, pushing himself off the door to let Akito out.

"Don’t worry I will keep my family out of Black Heaven. We didn’t build this place just to give it over to the Sakamoto clan. You just might end up with a promotion is all," Akito said, walking out of his office.

"Akito," Takamura said uneasily, his normally jovial face serious.

"I’ll call you tomorrow if anything changes and I’ll be back Wednesday for the next class. You know how to reach me," Akito said with a shrug.

"Ok, just be careful. That boy might be your brother but don’t destroy your life for him," Takamura answered as he watched Akito walk away without saying anything.

Akito walked out to the water garden looking for Kyoshi. Jehan had left for the day as soon as he had arrived back at the house. The former escort had stayed with his younger brother continuously for the last two weeks but Jehan did have to take time to deal with his life outside of Akito’s house. He had called the man on such short notice and although he had been able to take care of many of the small details of his life over the phone, there were things that needed his personal attention including his apprenticeship to a sculptor who had originally wooed the man away from Black Heaven in the first place. If nothing else Jehan did have very talented hands that the old master sculptor had appreciated above and beyond Jehan’s bedroom abilities.

The sun filtered down through the cloudy sky to take off the slight chill of the autumn breeze as Akito walked slowly towards Kyoshi. The boy sat near the large pond on a simple iron bench next to the almost bare cherry tree. His brother seemed to very fond of the garden, especially the pond with its decorative Koi swimming beneath the surface. Kyoshi had spent most of his time in the garden since he had first come to live with Akito. He would spend hours simply watching the fish move beneath the clear surface, wrapped up in Jehan’s arms. He seemed perfectly content to stay quiet and completely submissive. Whatever anyone asked of him Kyoshi would obey unquestioningly and without hesitation. The only thing that seemed to bring any response from his brother was Akito himself.

Whenever Akito approached him Kyoshi would immediately go to him and kneel at his feet until Akito forcibly brought him to his feet. Only then would Kyoshi wrap his arms around Akito, trying to kiss him as his hands invariably moved to undo Akito’s clothes. It was arousing and exasperating at the same time. His commands to stop where met with confusion and fear in the dark black eyes. Because of such things Akito had avoid appearing before the boy, only watching from a distance and talking to Jehan. Unfortunately the Kyoshi had yet to talk much, even to Jehan who had been his constant companion. The only thing Jehan could tell him with certainty was that Kyoshi expected abuse and was constantly surprised by kindness.

Akito had decided today would be the day that he tried to talk to Kyoshi. He had put it of for long enough and he couldn't keep avoiding his brother, especially if the boy was going to live with him. Jehan couldn’t stay forever and he had to straighten out whatever strange ideas that were going through Kyoshi’s head. Akito wasn’t a sexual object for Kyoshi and the boy had to stop believing that.

Kyoshi was instantly on his feet as soon as he caught sight of Akito and began moving towards him. Akito caught his brother’s arm before he could kneel and guided him over to the bench that he had just left. Sitting down he firmly stopped the boy from climbing into his lap, motioning for his brother to sit next to him. Akito looked over at the young man who was watching his hands and wondered how he should begin. It was one of the rare times in his life that he simply didn’t know what to say. Kyoshi’s vulnerability coupled with his silence was unnerving. He didn’t know how much Kyoshi truly knew about what had truly happen to him.

"Kyoshi, do you know who I am?" Akito asked, gazing intently at his brother.

"Akito-sama," Kyoshi said instantly, his low voice barely audible.

"Just Akito. Do you remember when I told you that you are my brother?" Akito asked.

"Yes, I can be anything you wish me to be," Kyoshi said, glancing up at him for the first time since Akito had come into the garden.

Akito shook his head slightly at Kyoshi’s words as he leaned back against the bench. He had thought Kyoshi just hadn’t remembered when he had told him they were brothers but that wasn’t the case. The young man had instead totally misinterpreted his words, thinking Akito was just another man wanting to use him in a perverted game. He briefly wondered if Ryu had the boy call him brother as well and shied away from the idea with a shudder, not wanting to think of such things.

"Lets try this from a different angle. Kyoshi what do you remember about your past?" Akito asked quietly.

"My past? I don’t understand," Kyoshi said, looking out into the garden.

"Before you were brought to the brothel," Akito clarified, staring at the expressionless face.

"Nothing, there is nothing before I was brought to Ryusuke-sama," Kyoshi answered finally, even as a flicker of pain creased his face before quickly vanishing.

"Then you don’t remember your mother or father? You were at least twelve before you were brought there, so you must have had a normal life. Your mother would have wanted that if she took the risk of fleeing with you and facing my father’s wrath. You must have had friends, gone to school, perhaps played..."

"Stop it, stop it. I don’t remember," Kyoshi gasped with more emotion than Akito had ever heard from him before.

Before Akito could say anything the boy bolted up with intense mixture of hatred and sadness on his pale face. "You aren't like Ryusuke-sama at all."

Before Akito could even register the sudden change in the young man he found himself completely alone. He stared in complete shock at the up the path the boy had fled. He would have never expected such a reaction from Kyoshi since he had been such a quiet, submissive person. It was the closest thing Akito had seen to honest emotion other than lust and fear. It was the first time he had seen the boy angry, something that although troublesome was also a relief to Akito. There was still some part of the boy that wasn't broken, that could get angry if someone pushed him far enough.

The question that now puzzled him was what had set the boy off so badly. Did he truly not remember his past? Or was there more to Kyoshi’s story than Akito knew? Gazing sightlessly at the now empty path Akito was truly beginning to wonder if he had made the right choice in taking Kyoshi in, and what he was going to do now.

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