Ryuhei’s P.O.V

I’ve always heard the whispered comments about me behind my back, but never to my face about the whore. Look it’s the whore, the slut it’s such a shame that he’s doing that to himself. But I really never cared, never even began to care, still don’t. Hell I’ve been turning tricks since I was fifteen. Although, at fifteen I didn’t know I was turning tricks. I just thought I was doing myself a favor. In high school, like anyone else, needed money. I was always turned down by my parents claming that I should get a job. Screw that, I needed money now. So I asked to have from my fellow classmates. Yes, have not borrow. They always wanted something in return. At the time, I thought nothing of it and most of the time only boys wanted something in return, sexually. Because oh yeah, there’s always a couple of closet homos too afraid to come out and tell the world what they are so they hide and do their dirty deals and pay a trick to suck their dick in alleys or dark rooms with no windows. It didn’t matter to me, I just wanted money and getting laid to get it was more of a win-win situation. I was sixteen still turning tricks in high school when I realized that this was never going to be enough. I needed more money and I needed to get out high school. Sure, hard teenage dick is nice, but when it doesn’t become profitable anymore, it’s time to move on.

My first caretaker was a Wallstreet CEO. Married man, three kids, mid forties. In denial his whole life about what he really wanted and took his chances with me. He was the one that bought me my first apartment on 42^nd street. He took care of me financially paying my bills, my rent, my first set of credit cards, my cell phones, my clothes, food and to top it all off, giving me a weekly allowance. My sugar daddy made sure I had everything I needed and all I had to do in return was gladly put out whenever he wanted. Of course, him being into his forties already meant I only got about two minutes of hard dick before he collapsed on himself from exhaust. It was not an all around pleasant experience. Most of the time I was scared he would have a heart attack and die on top of me, which would not be the best of situations. My situation with my first caretaker lasted for almost a year. We never really spoke other then him telling me how pretty I was, how beautiful I was or when he asked me if I needed anything. I learned that if I pouted just enough and turned my back to him, he would grovel and beg and ask what was wrong, what he could get for me to make everything better. Anything to get inside huh? It worked more to my benefit then anyone else’s. By the end of my first year, I noticed his attention started wavering. Maybe he was tired of me already…well I don’t really blame him, I was running through his money like water and he still had a wife and three kids to support. So, using my worldly charms and good connections made by my first sugar daddy, I went to the right parties and social events to meet my second caretaker.

The second was slightly younger Ad executive, only in his late thirties. Married but no kids. He moved me from my 42^nd street apartment to my loft on Park Ave. And everything I had gotten before was only better and doubled. This one too only wanted to get in as he gave me all I could want and need. But this one liked to talk unlike the first one. So I was an ear to listen as well as someone to fuck on the side. I just nodded at the correct times and looked as if I cared eyes slightly wide and comforting "ohh’s" and hugs whenever needed. If he didn’t tell I was faking it in bed, then he naturally wouldn’t catch onto me faking it when I was suppost to be listening. This was the totality of bad sex. Younger then the first but he couldn’t stay hard enough to get anyone but himself off. It seemed as if the term "minute man" was coined just for him. Sometimes, I wouldn’t even have a chance to begin faking it before he was done already. It was very, very sad. But everything comes with a price. With my weekly allowance bigger then the first, I could easily spoil myself with everything else I didn’t have at hand and enjoy the nightlife. My ad executive had to spend time in counseling with the little woman sometimes and I could easily go out and find what I needed to sexually gratify myself. I was never faithful to my caretakers and often I looked for better sex or for the next best thing, whatever came first.

It wasn’t until my third caretaker, or sugar daddy whatever you want to call them by this point that I found out that legit is not always better. Granted my first two caretakers where no saints, but my third one took me out of Manhattan. I was seventeen, going on eighteen in a few more months when I met Ustosuki Akihasa. Physically, Ustosuki disgusted me. He was older then most of my other caretakers, well into his fifties and showing it. He was growing wrinkles and his hair was already graying, he had a belly and the very idea of getting into bed with him made my skin crawl. But he had something my other two caretakers didn’t have aside from money. He had power. He was the owner and operator of all of Staten Island. The man had luxury at his beck and whim and he was only too happy to spoil me with it. That made me turn a smile, lay down and gladly spread for him. Though it too was nerve wracking sleeping with a man that old. It gave me that old fear that this one would die on top of me too. Ustosuki was also a yakuza. He was always in some fight and because he rather not have me killed or raped, he passed me off as his son. Hell he was old enough to be my father so everyone bought it. Sure, but daddy liked to play with me a lot and he was also my first live-in caretaker. I was with him most of the time, which gave me very little choice but to stay with soft dick for as long as he chose. I couldn’t even go looking for another caretaker because even if he wasn’t with me, one of his underlings was. He had a constant watch over me because he was worried I’d be hurt in his dealings. At least that’s what he kept saying. I think he was just worried I’d find someone better and younger.

But I did and he brought it upon himself. He was crossing Jia’s path constantly. Jia being the newest power to come into New York. He was taking over everything and everything included Staten Island. Ustosuki met with him once on a bridge and there, I saw Jia for the first time. Sexy, young, rich and powerful. Oh yeah, I could definitely spread for him without any trouble. But the one beside him was giving me eyes. And he wasn’t too bad either…but he was just someone working for Jia. When we later crossed Jia’s path, it was when Jia himself and his associates broke into Ustosuki’s apartment in the middle of one of our little fucking sessions. I, embarrassed to be caught with such an old man, covered up. From there, the confrontation got more and more serious. Ustosuki wouldn’t give up Staten Island, so Jia threatened him with having me raped. At first I didn’t think he was serious until I saw the one beside him looking at me like a starving man would look at a buffet. I thought Ustosuki would protect me since he had been since Jia broke in. Instead, he wouldn’t break for his stupid pride and I was dragged out of bed and taken to the next room by Toki. At first I was scared, scared of what this guy would do to me. I had never been raped before so I struggled. I was slammed down on my back on a table as Toki stuck his legs between mine and forced them open. With one hand, he held my wrists down and within moments he was fucking me. I hated it the first few moments, feeling violated and vulnerable. Then, something in my head clicked. What was I fighting? This was what I had been missing since I got together with Ustosuki. Hard dick that lasted longer then three minutes. When I let out an unintentional, real moan, Toki stopped slightly, looking down at me as he let go of my wrists and held his hands on my hips as he whispered,

"Like that huh?"

I only dumbly nodded, lifting up my legs around his waist and holding onto his hands, actually asking him to keep going. God that was bliss, my first taste of something I was instantly addicted to. Ten minutes had gone by though it felt like hours and Toki was still nowhere near done. Neither was I for that matter. It was probably the best sex I had since I first started turning tricks. And it was definitely better then what Ustosuki had been giving me. After that, Ustosuki was a broken man. He had nothing else to offer me, not even financially so I left. I did what I did with all my caretakers and just packed what I wanted, took every cent I could and left without another word. I never thought anything of my actions, I just knew I should find myself someone else to tend to my cares and needs. My first need however, rested all on Toki. I would have gladly turned tricks for him for free if he would fuck me into oblivion again. It didn’t come easy though. Jia, who automatically labeled me a whore once he found out what I was doing and how I acted, actually didn’t want me going anywhere near Toki again. But, Toki had his own free will and granted me my wish. Later on, I learned Ustosuki was after my blood because I had left him. I didn’t know why he was so pissed other then he missed his young piece of ass. But it wasn’t that. He actually loved me. Loved? If there was ever a foreign emotion to me it would be love. I didn’t know love nor did I want to know love. Love could cost me everything I had and what I was use to so I stayed away from it. Sadly, Ustosuki had fallen into the trap and because I wouldn’t love him back, like a man who had his ego blown already he tried to kill me all while trying to get at Jia. Luckily, Jia was two steps ahead of him and gracefully saved himself and my ass in the process. After that, Jia told me to stay away from yakuza since he didn’t want to have to save me ever again…or see me that for that matter. However, my fourth caretaker turned out to be just that, another yakuza.

Yuu Keiishiro, known to me as Kei, was a fifty something year old man that, as always, wanted nothing more then to take care of me. I didn’t know what I was walking into at first, but once I figured it out, it was too late. He had crossed paths with the Yami and in return crossed Jia. I broke it off and got out as fast I could, heading to Japan to find Jia first. I ended up finding Toki as well which only served me better later. It was at that time I met Jo for the first time. Baby didn’t want anything to do with me since I was already labeled as Toki’s whore. Anyway, things with Kei went from bad to worse since the 36 Moons had spread a rumor out to lure him out of hiding that I was now fucking Jia. Jia actually had me pulled in as bait to get Kei to come out of hiding. It worked too so Kei was easily taken care of. During the time that I was passed among the top heads in shifts to be guarded, I sat in with Jia, Tsubasa and Takeo, the pimp from Queens. Since I was once again told to stay away from yakuza, I did the next logical thing and followed Takeo.

To date, Takeo is my fifth caretaker. Though unlike all the ones before him, I’m not the only one he tends to. There is no monthly allowance with him, he just gives me the money I make when someone is willing to pay a grand for me and my services. He is my live-in caretaker, my provider and also my employer. He does keep a soft spot just for me though since out of all the ones he keeps, I am the only one that can crawl into his bed. Takeo doesn’t care who I fuck and often "loans" me out to Toki whenever my Shinken wants. I’m not ashamed of what I done and what I will due later on. Often being labeled a whore gives someone thick skin after hearing it enough times. I know what I am so only being called something like a whore, doesn’t really phase me. I was lucky that I didn’t get myself killed when I wasn’t with Takeo and after my first two caretakers. I was lucky in a lot of senses that I didn’t spend my life tricking on the street to complete total strangers like a real whore. I was a pet to most, an object to others and a whore to the rest.

But I know what I am. And there’s no sense in changing that.