[Laruku] [Tetsuhai] Taste of Love

[radhaj]

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Those people are not mine. I only wish they were
Warnings: All sorts of ickness: slavery, bdsm, bondage, all sorts of kinks, including the fact that Hyde is a minor in this one. Like, really a minor. You have been warned.
Summary: In a country where slavery is the main source of income, Hideto sacrifices his own freedom to protect his sister's. Young and impressionable, he finds himself giving his trust to the kind slave trainer that bought him, but there is no hope anymore for the inexperienced boy to ever experience what love is now that he's no longer in control of his own life... or is there?


Chapter 3

Hideto's heart was still beating fast, and his mind was still awash with thoughts and emotions, while he followed his new... owner through the streets of the town (to his new home, he supposed). He still felt dazed or like all of this had only been a dream. Ever since yesterday's morning, he felt sort of distanced from what was happening to him. He barely reacted when the men had torn his clothes off of him, when they dosed him with cold water to “wash him” or when they threw his new attire at him, making him put it on.

He had woken up from that daze slightly once the men had turned him over to the man that was supposed to sell him, and he was led into the Slave Market and put on display. He had never been there before, so at first he was looking around a lot, taking everything in. And then once the first customer had come looking at him, he did everything he could to make them buy him: he tried making eye contact, he even tried to look seductive after observing how other slaves did it (though he felt utterly ridiculous doing so), just because he knew he had to get someone to buy him no matter what if he wanted to save his sister. But that enthusiasm evaporated quickly after the first day had passed, and every potential buyer got scared off the moment they heard his price. When Hideto was returned to the Market the next day, he had already lost hope and stood on display almost lifelessly, just praying to every god he could think of for someone to get interested in him enough.

And then, this man came. Carefully, Hideto raised his eyes from the ground as he walked and shyly looked at the back of the man that was now leading him by the rope that tied his wrists in front of him. He still didn't even know the man's name. He only knew he now belonged to him, completely.

The moment he heard the voice asking a question about him, Hideto's heart jumped to his throat. He had almost no longer been expecting anyone to show any interest in him at all anymore, but his hopes rose very fast once he saw this man for some reason. He looked quite young, and was actually really handsome – both these things not that common at all among the other men that had paid him some attention before. He also had a very intense look while he had been inspecting him (and Hideto almost blushed again when he remembered how casually the man had checked his private parts) and something about him had made Hideto feel that this might be the one.

And his instincts had been right. Not even halfway through his second day in the Market, Hideto had been sold into slavery. His sister was now free. He, on the other hand - everything but that.

The man hadn't spoken again since the paperwork was finished and he led his new purchase out into the streets. Hideto felt incredibly self-conscious as he was led through the familiar to him places as an obvious slave, but noone spared him a second glance. He was just another slave being led by its Master, and everyone was used to seeing that here. Still, he felt uncomfortable, so he mostly kept his head down and kept to himself until he man leading him unexpectedly stopped and he almost ran into him.

“We're here,” Hideto heard his owner explain and lifted his head to look where they stopped at. In front of him was a beautiful, two-floor house (more of a mansion actually) with white walls, big windows, and a bright red roof, surrounded by a small, well kept garden. It looked quite expensive, and Hideto found himself wondering if slave training truly paid that well, but then shook the thought off as it was none of his business. This, apparently, was his new home for a while, and he better got used to it quickly.

“It's beautiful,” he whispered, as it seemed the other man had been waiting for some kind of reaction and nodded once Hideto spoke, leading them past the low fence and across the garden.

“I'm glad you like it. One of your duties will from now on will be to make sure the house is in good condition and do the chores – gardening, cleaning, cooking... You will share those duties with the other slaves and should ask them for help if you ever find yourself not knowing something. It is very important that you're good at those menial tasks as a slave. There are all sorts of skills that your future Master will expect from you, other than the obvious, and your day-time training will mostly focus on that,” the man explained as he led them inside and into the house, finally. Though he knew very well there were far more fancy homes owned by nobles, to Hideto the interior looked almost overwhelmingly luxurious compared to his tiny place he had shared with his family. He was looking around wide-eyed, so he almost lost his balance once his owner continued further in, still holding the other end of the rope.

He was led into what seemed to be the living room and stood, still slightly awed, completely still for a while until the other man suddenly approached him. At first Hideto was confused, but then he felt the man undoing the rope tying his hands together and even gestured for him to sit on the couch. A bit apprehensively, and incredibly afraid of dirtying or damaging some of that expensive-looking furniture, Hideto carefully sat down and awkwardly twisted his hands in his lap, waiting for what was going to happen next. He truly didn't know what to expect – he had even thought he would be made to sit on the floor, like a slave, rather than on the comfortable furniture. But maybe that was not how things worked after all...

“Do you read?” The other man asked him suddenly, sitting down on an armchair facing the couch Hideto sat on.

“Huh?” the boy asked, not quite understanding the question. Did he read? Like, books? He never had any free time to do that on the farm, and they only had a couple of books at home, so...

“Do you know how to read?” The other man reiterated the question, and Hideto blushed, a little embarrassed for not understanding it immediately.

“Yes, Sir,” he answered quickly, “We never went to school, but our parents taught us the basics, so I know the letters, can read and write. I even know a little bit about counting,” he explained quickly and quietly, and the other nodded, seemingly pleased.

“One can never know these things, with how little people pay attention to education of the little folk lately. Here, these are the papers I signed when I bought you today,” he explained, and threw a small roll of parchment at the petite man, who caught it awkwardly, “Read it. Out loud.”

Hideto stared at the paper in his hands first, then at his “owner” and then back again, not quite understanding the purpose of the order. Maybe this was a test, to see if he would obey even when he could not understand? Figuring that had to be the case, Hideto unrolled the paper with trembling hands and started reading, slowly, as he was not really that good at it.

“This legally binding document denotes that one Tetsuya Ogawa, henceforth referred to as 'owner',” Hideto's voice trembled a little as he read the name, finally getting to know who was the person that bought him as this couldn't possibly mean anyone else, “has purchased and gained every right to one Hideto Takarai, henceforth referred to as 'slave', and gives him the name of Hyde...”

Hideto's voice trailed off at that. Not only was it upsetting to read himself be officially called a slave, but... Hyde? What did this even mean? He looked up at... Tetsuya, questioningly.

“I'll answer any questions you might have after you're done,” the man said strictly, “Read the whole thing first.”

Still very confused, but having no choice but obey, Hideto did as told and continued reading. Most of it was just legal gibberish to him, going right over his head as far as specifics went, but some parts... some parts were...

“...enters permanent servitude, noted in the international registry of sub-human resources...”

“...lack of human rights and the complete obedience...”

“...gains the exclusive and unconditional rights to do everything with the obtained property, with the sole exceptions of killing and mutilating...”

The more he read, the better Hideto understood why Tetsuya made him read this. Seeing it all written down, black on white, as undeniable and dry facts made it all so much more real. So inescapably real. It drove all that happened home, finally, and by the end of the not too long document that decided his life and classified him as a thing rather than person, the boy was trembling all over and had tears in his eyes, threatening to escape. After reading the last words out, Hideto let the paper fall from his hands and buried his face in his hands. He wouldn't be able to do this... How could anyone really expect a person become... He was not going to be able to...

“You can do it,” came the other man's voice suddenly, startling Hideto whose head immediately shot up to stare at the man that was supposed to guide him into his new life. Had he been talking out loud, perhaps? Or was it so obvious what thoughts overcame the new slave to the experienced slave maker?

“I needed you to read that so you could truly understand what is going to happen, and I know it is overwhelming you very much right now. For someone who never thought they'd be anything but free it is a lot to take in.”

The man suddenly leaned forward and reached out towards Hideto, making the young man flinch back. But apparently Tetsuya only wanted to pick up the document again, and stood up after grasping it. As he spoke further, he went to a huge cabinet in the corner of the room, opening one of its small doors to reveal a safe there, which he opened to store the document in and then locked it again.

“But everyone manages, no matter what background they come from. It just takes time and effort. And you might think “Why should I ever put effort into losing my own identity?” But believe me, you would only make it much harder and much more terrible for yourself if you didn't. As soon as you accept the right mentality, you will no longer think that everything is all so bad. A slave's life is actually an easy one. No decisions to make, no responsibilities other than obeying one's Master. Some might even say that it's actually more liberating than the life of a regular person, struggling from day to day, could ever be. And, depending on one's Master and their needs, it might also very well be filled with pleasure.”

“That's... not really comforting,” Hideto spoke, following his owner with his eyes once the man returned and retook his seat. Contrary to his own words, however, his tears had weirdly ceased and he had calmed down a bit.

“It was not supposed to be,” Tetsuya answered him dryly, “This is not time for comfort, this is time for accepting reality and for you to be told how things will go from now on, how this will work and what you should expect. And we should start, I think, from your new name then, Hyde,” Hideto winced noticeably at hearing the still-unfamiliar name, but the other man ignored it, “You looked very confused and surprised when you read you are being given another name. So tell me, now that you had time for thought, why do you think it was done?”

“Because,” Hideto took a deep breath and looked away, “I don't deserve to have my whole name anymore, as a slave?” he half stated, half-asked though at this point he was pretty convinced that had to be the reason.

“No,” the other answered, however, and Hideto was honestly surprised enough to look back again, “It is not about you deserving or not deserving anything. In fact, as a slave, you are insignificant enough that noone is every going to bother doing something, or taking something away from you just because you might not deserve it. From now on, nothing is about you. Everything is only done for the convenience or pleasure of your Master. And people usually want their slaves to have short, simple names they could quickly call them by, if they bothered at all. Do you understand what I am saying?” the older man asked, and the boy found himself nodding. Somehow, this explanation was much worse than the one he had thought to be true.

“Good,” Tetsuya continued, “This is only the first time you experience this, but we do bring it up quickly so you can hopefully get used to expect it from early on. And you can start getting used to your new name this way already as well. Forget about Hideto Takarai. He does not exist anymore, and never will. Noone is allowed to call you by that anymore, and I strongly suggest try to call yourself Hyde as well, even in your thoughts. This is the biggest, and maybe even only advice I can give you to make it easier on yourself. The sooner you accept it all, and won't try to hide away in your thoughts, the better you'll be able to deal with everything else. If you keep hold of the thoughts that this is unfair, or that you want to remain yourself, you will only go insane with time. Got it? This is not a Slave trainer talking to make things easier for himself. This is something I know from experience to be the best advice I can give you now.”

Hideto nodded in response, but inside his mind he was not sure he could actually ever take the advice. In general, what Tetsuya was telling him to do was to just give up on himself, wasn't it? To, even in his mind, already think like a slave, like someone who only exists to please someone else. And it was.... right now, it even seemed completely impossible to him. To... Hyde. He could maybe imagine doing it for a short period of time, a bit like playing make-believe, but to do it all the time, permanently?

“Of course this won't work overnight, but as long as you try, at least, you'll realize it's making things better,” Tetsuya remarked again, before shifting a little in his seat, “Now, let's move on a little and talk about how your training will work. Today and tomorrow will be still a bit different from usual, as you need to get used to things first. I will take you to a tailor, for one, to get your measurements and get you some clothes, also maybe to a shop to get you some necessities as well as to a place where you will receive your slave mark. You'll also get familiarized with the house, meet the other people that live here, that is, the two other slaves in training right now and somebody that works for me as a helper or, well, an assistant if you will, and who will play a major role in your training as well. Your room should be ready by now as well. However, after tomorrow, we will start a routine. For each day, you will have a very detailed schedule of what and where you are supposed to do. In the beginning it will be mostly housework, but in time you will go out into the city to work at various jobs as well, in places I have agreements with, because as I said a wide variety of skills is required from slaves, and you will get the experience you need in those places. You will be expected to complete that schedule word for word and minute for minute. That will make up your daytime training for the length of your stay here.”

“Nighttime is a another matter altogether,” the man continued explaining while Hideto listened as attentively as he could, thinking that it all didn't sound all that bad for now, “Nights will be reserved for, to put it bluntly, sex education. As you are no doubt aware, the biggest part of your duties to your Master will be in the bedroom, and you'll have to learn how to best please anyone in a lot of ways. And there is no better way to learn it than by practising.”

Hideto found himself gulping a little at that, though he had, of course, expected it.

“Will you be the one to... uhm.... “ He choked on his words, not really able to say the question out loud.

“Dirty talk is one of the skills you'll have to acquire as well, you know,” Tetsuya commented, sounding a little amused, “But yes, I will mostly be the one in charge of the training. However, as I have already mentioned, you're not the only slave here now. Some nights you'll just be left to rest, yes, but on others when I won't be able to make it, my uhm... helper might step in instead. Other times, you will have joined training with the other slaves as well. But of course, that will only be well into the future. I won't just throw you in the middle of things and expect you to cope immediately. We'll go slow – well, as slow as we can – and even actual sex in general won't come before you're more or less comfortable with it. I'm not a bad slave trainer, Hyde, I know what I'm doing so I know how best to integrate you into your new life. You'll have to trust me, that's all.”

Hideto nodded again, swallowing with difficulty, still finding his new name weird and not quite knowing what to make of Tetsuya's words. Of course, he had no choice but to trust that the man knew what he was doing, but somehow he had a feeling that was not all his owner meant.

“Do you have any questions right now?” Tetsuya then asked, and Hideto shook his head.

“My mind is just a big mess,” he explained, and the other nodded knowingly.

“That's fine. I will lead you into your room now and leave you there to rest for a few hours. After that, I'll come by again to introduce you to others. And if you'll have any questions formed by then, you'll be able to ask.”