The Thief and his Willow

The Thief and his Willow

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Chapter Seven: Ryou’s Story

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“I was going to tell you! I swear!”

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Rye continued crying, never gazing away from Bakura’s befuddlement. Bakura’s eyes never leave that spot between lovely, shaven legs. He could not muster his bad luck.

Rye was no she. She was a he.

“Please,” cries Rye. “Please…”

Searching Rye’s pleas, Bakura suddenly felt disgusted. He quickly releases Rye’s legs, and stands hovering over the wrench with hate in his eyes. He shakes his head. “Who are you?”

Crossing legs, Rye continues to cry as ‘he’ turns his head away from Bakura’s direction.

“Who the fuck are you!” Bakura yells.

Taking a deep breath, Rye softly whispers, “M--my name is Ryou.”

“Ryou,” Bakura sighs. “Who the fuck are you, Ryou?”

Ryou -- was this even his real name? Bakura could not determine. All he knew was that this ‘kid’ has completely pissed Bakura off! Ryou continues to cry, as well.

“P--please,” Ryou shakes his head. “Please don’t make me…”

Frustrated, Bakura turns around, pulling angrily at his hair. He hits the wall, trying to conjure everything that has just occurred. He wished to slap that Ryou fucking silly, but he was determined to figure out the boy’s purpose of pretending to be a woman. Sighing, Bakura turns to the boy, glaring with hurtful eyes as he leans against the wall. “Well then at least tell me this,” Bakura whispers. “Why?”

“Huh?” Ryou turns to Bakura. “What?”

“Why?” Bakura asks again. “Why dress like you do? And why sneak down here, into Zorc’s dungeon? What is it you are after?”

“I’m not after anything!” Ryou frowns. He keeps his eyes lowered, still covering his lower nudity with his mother’s robe. “I--I just…” And Ryou begins to cry again, showing his side of feminism and weakness.

Scowling, Bakura shouts, “Stop that! You are a man, aren’t you? You shouldn’t be crying like that!”

“I--it was my father…” Ryou sniffs. He rubs his nose, watching Bakura eye him in waiting. Bakura was curious, after all. He had been anticipating for a good fuck, but got nothing. “It was my father’s idea,” Ryou continues. “He forced me to grow out my hair, and dress this way because…” Ryou pauses, trying hard not to continue allowing tears to stain his cheeks. “B--because of what would’ve happened to me.”

Crossing his arms, Bakura asks, “What are you talking about?”

“I came from a rich family line,” Ryou whispers. He hugs his body tight before continuing with his story. “We had everything. Food, luxury, money…” Ryou pauses, his body tensing from his depression. “B-but I lived in misery. My parents have always wanted a girl, but instead, they got me. So, they began to teach me the ways of delicacy and politeness. All day, every day, I’d practice etiquette and properness. I could never do anything fun. I could never do anything -- boyish. But then, one day, the mayor of our town decided to recruit boys, for our town had gone to war, and they wished to keep our town protected. My father did not want me to go to war so he -- he thought it best that I dress and pretend to be a girl. This was before my little sister, Amane was born. I was only eight years old.”

“My disguise had worked, and no longer would my father call me by my real name. He came up with the name Rye, thought it’d be of good that I just stay that way forever. I -- I guess I am a woman, really. At heart, anyway. I’ve never known what it’s like to be a boy, and do boy things.”

Ryou pauses, now speaking as if Bakura has vanished from the room. He allowed all of his grief to spill from within his heart. Never has he been so bold and truthful. “After the death of my mother and sister, I was twelve years old. My father found enemies, and did dumb things. We soon found ourselves living a life empty-handed. Before I knew it, the two of us had been found by a slave trader. He promised us food, water, and a warm bed. That was one year ago. Now, I’m here because my father wanted me safe. He had heard of Zorc through that man you had talked to, and he made a deal with him to keep me safe.” Taking a deep breath, Ryou turns to gaze into Bakura’s eyes. “So here I am…”

He waited, anticipating what his ‘master’ would say or do. Ryou never turned his gaze away from Bakura’s burning eyes, and only seconds later, the awkward silence dissipates with Bakura’s thoughts. “A liar…”

Blinking, Ryou pulls his robe closer. “What?”

“A liar,” Bakura uncrosses his arms. “That’s all that you are. You’re nothing more but a fucking liar! You do not have what it takes to be anything but perfect. You, always sitting so properly, thinking you are something perfect and brave. You, always trying to drive me away and keep me inches away from you, acting as if you‘re as courageous as me. But you know what you really are? You’re pathetic! Weak! You’re a miserable little piece of shit!”

Sneering, Bakura shakes his head at the trash he ‘thought’ was worth something more. “I should report you to Lord Zorc, immediately!”

“No!”

Scooting forward, Ryou begs on his knees, showing his weaker, trembling side. “No! I beg of you, please do not reveal my secret. I beg of you, sir!”

“Do not call me sir!” Bakura yells. “I am still your master, whether you are she or he! You will address me as such!”

Tears staining at his cheeks, Ryou licks at his lips. He lowers his head, bowing respectively. “Please. I beg you.”

Angrier, Bakura swipes his hand back, ready to give Ryou a good slapping. But he still held his ground. Why could he not do it?

Instead, Bakura growls, “You know what…?” And he waves it off, exiting and leaving Ryou alone to weep.

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The door slams shut behind him, his inner thoughts breaking out as he stands in silence outside of his chamber. Never has Bakura felt so disgusted in his life, and yet, inner feelings were trying to force their way out of his heart.

Ryou was no woman. And Bakura felt displeased, shaken, and… He was hurt. He hurt, knowing that what he could have had was never there. He hurt, feeling slight grief for Ryou and the boy’s humiliating past. He hurt, also, for the wild thoughts running in his head.

He still wanted his ‘slave.’

And that alone scared him!

But Bakura had to question why? Why did he still dream of Rye, her crying in his arms when he first brought her to Zorc’s Dungeons. Why did he still see Rye, coming back from the kitchens with flour on her face and in her hair? Why did he still wish to go back in there, take off the rest of those clothes touching at his slave’s clothes, and fuck that kid silly?

‘Fuck, God, why?’

Rubbing at his lips with frustration, Bakura slowly turns to stare at his bedroom door. Slowly, he places a hand on the knob, and welcomes himself back in.

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As he enters, Bakura is greeted by Ryou’s soggy eyes. The boy had not yet put his clothes back on. He had just sat there, crying in defeat. But when Bakura returned only a minute after his furious departure, Ryou knew he had a chance to change Bakura’s mind.

“Please,” Ryou tries again. “I promise to you that I’ll do anything you want! Just please don’t turn me in! I beg of you!”

Closing the door quietly behind him, Bakura steps towards Ryou. “Anything?”

“Anything!” Ryou cries. “I’ll work harder. I’ll serve better! I promise you!”

Bakura hovers over Ryou, eyes like ice. “First of all, stop crying!”

Feeling he had won, Ryou swiftly begins to rub at his eyes, drying tears with his fingers. Bakura kneels to his height, giving the boy a good stare. “You will keep disguised as a girl. Don’t let anybody else find out your secret! Understood?”

“Yes,” Ryou nods. “Yes. Thank you…”

“Don’t thank me,” Bakura said. “You promised you’d do anything for me…” And he trails his speech, allowing his eyes to wonder down Ryou’s body. Though a boy, he was still so fragile and innocent in appearance. Bakura could see why Ryou’s father had ‘wanted’ him to be a girl. If not, the poor boy would most likely be mistaken as homosexual, and that did not float well in most father’s boats. But Bakura saw the feminism in Ryou, both physically and mentally. The boy acted completely feminine. Of course, Bakura understood the boy was raised that way. And he was pretty, a face that melted Bakura since the first day their eyes met.

Ryou felt nervous by Bakura’s new sudden gazing. He felt a need to shelter his self, but he did not know what Bakura had planned for him. He had promised he’d do anything. But Bakura’s eager staring made Ryou very, very afraid.

Without another thought, Bakura took Ryou by the waist, hoisting the boy to his feet. The boy squirmed, growing more terrified by Bakura’s sudden strength. Before he knew it, Ryou found himself thrown, his back against the hardness of Bakura’s bed. “W--what are you doing?”

“I’m finally going to get what I want,” Bakura smirks. He climbs onto the bed, hovering over Ryou’s shivering body. “I’ve waited so fucking long!”

Hungrily, Bakura attacks Ryou, nipping at the boy’s neck. Ryou tried pushing Bakura off of him, but strength won over weakness.

“No,” Ryou cries out, feeling his rob shift up his body. “You can’t! We’re both guys!” And at that, Ryou is grabbed harshly by his hair, his eyes forcing to be met with Bakura’s.

Filled with a sudden lust and hate for Ryou, Bakura growls, “You are no man!” as he strips Ryou of his remaining clothes, leaving the boy completely bare.

“No!” Ryou cries. He looks down, wanting to cover his body. His cheeks grew flustered by Bakura’s wondering gaze.

He licks his lips, staring with hunger at the precious willow lying beneath him. Ryou was completely silk smooth. The only hairs he had rested on his head, making him more feminine. Bakura never thought he’d gaze with lust at another man, but this young, pure body made him grow harder by the second.

The willow had perfect pink nipples, sticking up slightly from the cool temperature in the room. He was skinny, with hardly any muscle. And lowering his eyes, Bakura was able to get a better look at what lie beneath he boy’s legs. A brilliantly smooth cock of average size, just perfect to play with. And that piece of skin meant to be there had been sliced off. The boy had been circumcised. Bakura raises a brow in surprise, and yet he was not. Higher class tended to circumcise sons more often then the poorer generation, like Bakura. But the look gave Ryou an even prettier detail, and Bakura moaned in near delight. “You’re so beautiful…”

Bakura leans down, taking Ryou’s right nipple into his mouth. He traces it with his tongue, feeling satisfied as Ryou squirms beneath him. Bakura tugs the boy’s nipple with his teeth, causing Ryou to gasp. Shortly, Bakura gives the right nipple attention, while his free hand moves down to touch at Ryou’s limp member. It began to grow hotter in Bakura’s hand as he begins to pump at it.

A tingling shoots throughout Ryou’s body as Bakura plays with him. He gasps again, trying to get away from Bakura’s strong, appealing grasp. But he could not. He could only beg as Bakura began to pump him harder. “Please--stop…”

Bakura releases Ryou’s nipple. “Do you want me to tell Zorc your secret?”

Shuttering, Ryou shakes his head viciously. Smirking triumphantly, Bakura shouts, “Then shut the hell up!” as he slides his tongue down Ryou’s body. He licks around the boy’s belly-button, tasting its sweetness before lowering his tongue further. When ready, he swiftly takes in the boy’s rising erection, its tip meeting with the moistness of his mouth.

Gasping, Ryou throws his head back. The sudden feeling felt amazingly good, and Ryou had trouble controlling his body.
Bakura removes his mouth from the tip. “Mm, you’re such a girl, Ryou. And that’s how I’m gonna treat you as I do this. I always wanted to give you hot pleasure. I always craved to hear you squirm, moan, and scream!” He cackles, listening as Ryou whines. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Ryou replies with another moaning whine. Ryou brings a hand to his chin, trying to resist exploding. “Even as you feel pleasure, you’re a woman. Look at you, trying to hold back the pleasure you’re experiencing. I don’t want you to resist, my slave. I want you to enjoy this just as much as me!”

And Bakura plunges his mouth over Ryou’s tip again, listening to the boy’s screams as he pushes Ryou to the max. Not long after, Ryou released, filling Bakura’s mouth with sweet cum. Bakura takes in every drop, watching Ryou’s surprised expression.
His chest rising and falling, Ryou whimpered tiredly. Bakura smirks at him, licking his lips lustfully. He crawls over Ryou again, lowering his lips to the frightened boy’s. “Don’t get tired yet. The night is far from over, my darling willow.” Now utterly afraid, Ryou tries screaming just as his lips are covered by Bakura’s own pair. His eyes widen as Bakura’s slithering tongue passes his lips, interacting his tongue. Ryou could taste what he knew was his cum, it meeting his insides as Bakura kisses him viciously.

Before he drew away, Bakura gave Ryou’s bottom lip a sharp bite, not quite hard enough to make the boy bleed. Still, Ryou whimpered from it, and he watches in fright as the purple kilt of Bakura’s gets removed, joining Ryou’s robe and pants on the floor. Ryou could only stutter at the sight, staring at the wildness of Bakura’s aching, hard-on member. It was a bit larger than Ryou’s own, making Ryou fear what Bakura had planned to do with it.

“Open your mouth,” Bakura says, inching to Ryou’s face. He still sat on his knees, both placed either side of Ryou’s body against the roughness of his bed. He ignored the pain. “Slaves are to please their masters, too.”

Not wanting to, but knowing trouble would brew his way if he did not, Ryou took the massiveness into his mouth. He is grabbed by the hair as his head is forced to rock back and forth against the erection. He moaned, displeased with the taste.


“Ah,” Bakura smirks, feeling rather triumphant. Never has he had this done before, and Ryou, though inexperienced, seemed so fucking good at it! It felt damn amazing! “Yes…”

Before he could orgasm, Bakura pulls out of Ryou’s mouth. Ryou whimpers, meeting Bakura’s delighted expression just as the thief took him in for another kiss, this one softer than the first.

Seductively, Bakura whispers, “Ryou, I want to be inside you.”

Startled, Ryou hardly could muster Bakura’s words as his legs are pushed upward. Bakura had moved so swiftly, he now kneeling on the floor as he got a nice view of the loveliness hidden underneath Ryou’s hard-on.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” smirks Bakura. “All women are their first time.” And in one swift motion, Bakura found his tongue encircling Ryou’s opening, tasting it sensually.

“No,” Ryou yelps. He covers his face, hiding his embarrassment. He could feel Bakura’s saliva tracing his outer opening before sliding over it. And soon, he could feel that tongue tasting inside. At that point, Ryou gasps, the feeling sending a shiver up his spine.

Chuckling, Bakura allows spit to drop from his mouth down onto Ryou’s awaiting bottom, it entering that adorable entrance. Taking his finger, Bakura slowly inserts one, preparing his lovely willow for what was to come. It’s presence makes Ryou tense, and he lets out a sharp shriek as his insides engulf around the finger. It was not near as large, however, as what was to come.

His slave’s entrance was so tight and warm. Bakura was anxious, and knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Removing his finger, Bakura positions his hard-on at the tight entrance. Ryou began to panic. He tries sitting up, but is forced back down.

“Don’t worry,” Bakura smiles. “Lots of women get fucked in the ass. Just calm down!” But though he did not admit it out loud, Bakura was, too, nervous. He was angry, but he did not want to hurt Ryou. He licks his hand, rubbing the wetness against his cock, and then slowly, he enters Ryou. The feeling was intense, and Bakura began to tingle all over, feeling the electric, sensual feeling radiate throughout his body. “Oh… Fuck!”

But to Ryou, the feeling was painful. His scream echoed off walls, and he only gasped to release air as soon as Bakura’s erection was fully inside of him. “Ah…!”

“Mm…” Bakura smirks, and slowly he begins to pull out and push back into his slave’s tight bottom. Ryou screams again, screams with every thrust. He knew he was crying from the intensity, and it did not take long for Bakura to quicken his pace.

Minutes later, Bakura was easily thrusting back and forth, in and out of Ryou. The great pleasure kept his body pushing harder and harder, satisfying his every crave that he had had since his first interaction with Ryou. He took notice of the pain Ryou had, but soon after he started to see lust fill the kid’s eyes.

A moment later, Bakura pulls out of Ryou, and forces the boy to turn around. Ryou gets on his hands and knees, turning his head as Bakura reenters him from behind. This time, the suddenness was exhilarating, and Ryou couldn’t help the moan that escaped through his lips. He rests his head on Bakura’s pillow, the softest thing Bakura owned.

“Oh fuck,” Bakura moans. His pace increases. The bed creaked along with every thrust. Both men found themselves growing sweaty, and Bakura knew he was going to orgasm soon. He tried to hold out a bit longer, not wanting the first bit of fun he’s had in so long to end.

But Ryou -- he was so beautiful. He really was like a woman, and these thoughts left Bakura banging the innocent angel faster and harder. He felt himself about ready to release, listening in on every one of Ryou’s desperate cries and moans.

“S--say my name,” Bakura demands. “Ryou, I want you to shout my name!”

“Ah!” Ryou shrieks. He could not. He was not enjoying himself. The thief had him against the bed, against his will. Every thrust sent a new vibe shooting through him, and a mixture of pain and pleasure would lift up his throat and out his mouth in a devastating scream.

“Say my name, Ryou!” Bakura orders again, his rage controlling his urge to cum. “Shout it!”

“Ah --B--Bakura…”

“You need to scream it! Scream at the top of your lungs! I know you’re enjoying this -- just as much as I am! Now scream my -- fucking -- name! I order you!”

And just as Bakura releases, Ryou shouts his name. He screams as loud as he possibly could, not caring if Zorc, nor caring if the other servants heard him. He screams, wincing as Bakura joined him, filling his inside with warm cum.

Grateful, Bakura exits Ryou and stands. He smirks, watching as white substance dripped out of Ryou, slowly sliding a bit down his bottom, dripping on the blanket below. Bakura moves to the side of the bed, and he kneels to face Ryou. He smirks, rubbing Ryou’s sweaty-covered hair out of the boy’s tired eyes. “That was great. Thank you.” And Bakura gives his willow a sharp kiss before standing and dressing. He goes to the bathroom.

Once Bakura exited, Ryou tries to sit. He ached, and suddenly wished he could cry. He did not, however, for he had made a promise to the thief. He promised he’d do anything as long as his secret was kept safe.

Bakura immerges from the bathroom. He sees Ryou sitting on the edge of his bed, looking ashamed. Smiling, Bakura walks over to his slave, and he sits next to the boy, pulling him into a hug. “Do you want to cry again?”

“I…” Ryou had no reply. He keeps quiet, and began to relax at the sound of Bakura’s steady breathing.

“It’s okay,” Bakura said. “I give you permission to cry.” And once the word ‘permission’ left him, Bakura could hear Ryou’s weeping. “I’ll allow you to cry just this time. But don’t get use to the comfort. Tomorrow night, I’m expecting more fun from you. And tomorrow, you’ll continue working for Hana in the kitchen.”

Bakura held a victorious smile, listening hard as Ryou’s weeping grew stronger. Bakura brushes that white hair. His entire life, he never dreamed he’d have sex with a man. But no, Ryou, though he had the body of a male, Bakura saw the face of a depressed lady, a daughter anxious to find her father. But Bakura saw no future for his Ryou. He’d make sure the kid understood that he no longer lived as royalty. He was a slave, now.

He was Bakura’s slave.

Bakura has won.

‘You will play my game,” Bakura thought, holding Ryou tighter. ‘And I will not reveal your secret to the world.’

-Chapter Seven End-

FINALLY! An erotic scene! WOOT! I hope you all enjoyed, and please review and tell me what you think. Chapter eight will be along shortly. Thanks!