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Rando Ohsi was a normal man. He was well-built and tall, with good looks and enough common sense to apply them effectively whenever he needed to get out of a bad situation. That said, he was also rather arrogant at times, and would find himself biting off more than he could chew.
For example, he’d gone out for a party a week ago with his old college buddies, and they’d essentially had more than their fair share of drinks and fun. The night had escalated quickly, as one of his friends had brought designer drugs to enhance the experience, according to him, and, well. The guy was a doctor, so Ohsi had trusted his word for it when he’d claimed that anyone that took the pills wouldn’t remember a thing from the night before.
It was just Ohsi’s luck that the twink he’d chosen that night had ended up remembering everything though, and Ohsi found himself the recipient of a notice that he was facing possible criminal charges of drugging and assaulting the bitch. One of his other buddies worked at the precinct, so Ohsi had heard about it before they could come and arrest him in his apartment, and he’d made himself scarce, deciding to preemptively find a defence attorney before he’d get taken to lock-up.
Fortunately for him, he’d heard about an up and coming attorney in the area known for taking hopeless cases and actually winning them - though just barely. But if the guy was capable of getting Will fuckings Powers off of a murder charge, then he figured he was his best shot.
Ohsi had found Wright and Co. Law Offices’ address easily enough, and although it was getting late, the lights inside were still on when Ohsi arrived.
He knocked on the door, and received no reply. The door, however, wasn’t locked when he tried it, and he sauntered in, finding the room inside empty.
The hell, isn’t this just asking for someone to rob the place, he wondered as he looked around, taking in the desk in the corner, the bookshelf behind it, and the cabinets that lined the walls. There didn’t seem anything valuable though, so maybe that was why security was so lax.
Ohsi was looking out the window on the other side of the office when he heard a door opening, the one by the desk, and turned to find himself face to face with a man in a blue suit.
The man startled at his presence. “Oh, er, hello? I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Phoenix Wright?” Ohsi guessed, offering a charming smile. “I’m Rando Ohsi. I’m here to hire you as my lawyer.”
Wright relaxed at the introduction, smiling back. “That’s a little unexpected,” he said, a little sheepishly. “I don’t normally get clients that actually come here.”
Ohsi raised a brow. “How do you get cases then?”
“I get dragged into them, mostly.” Wright moved over to the other side of the room, where there was a TV, a coffee table and a sofa, which he gestured to. “Why don’t we sit down and you can tell me what kind of trouble you’re in?”
They sat on each end of the sofa, and Ohsi told Wright about his situation, wisely leaving out any of his own active involvement in what had happened. He simply told him that he’d gone out to the club with his friends, and leaving for the night with the twink pressing charges, but nothing about knowing of the drugs. Wright listened to him silently, his expression neutral until Ohsi got to the part where he checked into the hotel with the twink.
Wright visibly tensed then, frowning as he looked at him. When Ohsi finished talking, Wright shifted, facing him more directly, and Ohsi noticed his hand slipping into his jacket.
“You didn’t notice anything odd about your partner’s condition that night?” he asked him carefully.
Ohsi shrugged. “Not really. He was grinding on me all night in the club and I assure you, he was sober enough to consent when I asked him if he wanted to get out of there with me.”
Ohsi made sure to keep his tone calm and measured as he said so, and he knew from experience that he was a damn good liar. It was rare that anyone could ever pick up his lies when he told them, and he was surprised when Wright’s frown only seemed to deepen.
“I see,” he said, and then suddenly stood from the sofa. “I’m afraid I can’t take your case, Mr Ohsi.”
Ohsi stood too, gaping at him. “What? Why?”
Wright shook his head, swiftly moving over to his desk. “Because you’re not being honest with me,” he accused, glaring at Ohsi once he was on the other side of the office. “You knew perfectly well that he’d been drugged that night, didn’t you?”
Ohsi flinched at the force of Wright’s words, shocked that the attorney had picked through his story so instantly.
“That- of course I didn’t!” he tried, after a moment, but Wright only shook his head.
“There’s no use denying it,” he said, hands now on his hips. “I don’t know if you really drugged your partner or not, but you were fully aware of his condition and you slept with him anyway. Which makes you guilty of at least one of the crimes you’re being accused of. I’m not taking your case, Mr Ohsi. In fact, unless you turn yourself in, I’m going to call the police.”
Ohsi was floored by Wright’s random but strangely accurate deductions, and he stood there shell-shocked as he stared at him. It was only the threat of having the police turn up there to arrest him that set Ohsi into motion, fury igniting in him at the attorney’s gall.
“Don’t you fucking dare, you little fuck,” he snarled as he stomped over to Wright, who was pulling a cellphone from one of the desk’s drawers.
Wright yelped when Ohsi grabbed his wrist, pushing him bodily up against the shelf behind the desk, and they scuffled for a while, Ohsi trying to pin the slighter man as Wright refused to give up.
He only managed to immobilise him when Wright suddenly gasped breathlessly and completely tensed up, which gave Ohsi the opportunity to grab him by both wrists and pin his hands over his head against the bookshelf.
“You fucking call the police and I’ll make you regret it,” Ohsi hissed down at him, but he realised that Wright didn’t even seem to be listening to him.
His eyes were wide as he stared back at him, but it didn’t seem like he was looking at him at all, even though their faces were so close to each other that Ohsi could see Wright’s pupils contracting. His breath seemed to be caught in his throat too, and there was a bright flush of red spreading fast across his cheeks.
And then he suddenly jerked against Ohsi’s hold, but not in a way like he was trying to escape, and he visibly began to tremble, ducking his head as his body slumped forward.
“No way, not right now,” Ohsi heard him whimper under his breath, as Wright crossed his legs, their knees brushing against each other’s as he did so.
The movement drew Ohsi’s eyes down the attorney’s body, and his own eyes bulged when he realised that Wright was getting hard.
“What the fuck,” Ohsi said, letting go of Wright’s wrists in surprise.
Wright almost immediately sank to the floor, hands flying down to his crotch as he hunched forward with a low moan.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Ohsi demanded, but Wright didn’t even respond, twitching in place on the floor.
It looked like he was too turned on to even move, and Ohsi was suddenly struck by a brilliant idea.
Wright was handsome enough, he supposed, though Ohsi’s tastes usually ran more towards the slender, femboy types. Wright looked real pretty with that blush though, and if a little manhandling had gotten him this hot and bothered, then-
With a smirk, Ohsi looked into the drawer that Wright had opened, and grabbed the cellphone in there. He pulled the back cover off and took out the battery, before tossing the phone itself onto the ground and crushing it under his boot.
Wright flinched at the sound, and seemed to realise that Ohsi wasn’t leaving anytime soon, as he tried to inch away from him on his knees.
Ohsi didn’t stop him. His attention was back on the drawer, and he dug around it, pleased when he found a roll of duct tape in there. His smirk widened into a grin and he grabbed it before approaching the attorney.
Wright had gotten as far as the other end of the bookshelf, and was using it as a support as he tried to climb to his feet, but he couldn’t get much further as his legs seemed to be trembling too much. Ohsi grabbed him by the waist and threw him against his own desk, where he landed against it with a pained yelp.
“You ain’t going anywhere, Wright,” Ohsi promised, peeling a length of duct tape between his hands as he advanced on the attorney.
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Half an hour later, Ohsi was sitting on Wright’s desk, lighting up a cigarette as he observed his handiwork with a satisfied smirk.
Wright was sitting comfortably in his swivel chair, legs spread wide and bent at the knees over the arms on either side, each ankle secured with thick rolls of tape that prevented him from moving at all. His arms were pulled over his head, more tape keeping his wrists together, and pulled behind him, secured to the spine of the chair with his own ugly pink tie in an angle that forced his back to arch and jut his chest out towards Ohsi.
Ohsi had helpfully stripped him of his slacks and his jacket, leaving Wright in his briefs and his white shirt, which Ohsi had unbuttoned and pulled open. His undershirt was pulled tight across his pecs, and Ohsi was impressed by the attorney’s unexpectedly fit body, feeling even more pleased that he’d decided to do this.
“You- you won’t get away with this,” Wright panted out, squirming in the chair.
His face was completely flushed, and despite his protests, Ohsi could see that his cock was fully hard in his briefs, straining against the cotton as a damp patch on the head gave away how aroused he was. He’d been twitching and moaning sporadically the whole time Ohsi had been setting him up too, and the man grinned viciously down at him.
“Oh yeah?” he said, as he took a drag of his cigarette. “You're gonna report me, Wright? Cry to the police after I fuck you good and hard like that bitch twink?"
Ohsi leaned forward and fingered at the line of Wright's hard cock, and the attorney jerked in his restraints as he bit down on a moan.
"I didn't think so," Ohsi said smugly.
He pulled out his own phone and snapped a couple of pictures of his captive, and Wright turned his face to hide it against his arm.
"You tell anyone about this and I'll send these to every news agency in the country," Ohsi said, waving his phone in Wright's face. "What do you think's gonna happen to your career when word gets out that you're such a huge slut for a little rough bondage, huh?"
"It's not true," Wright said, his words muffled against his arm. "This- this is assault-"
"And who's gonna believe that when you're practically leaking in your panties, Wright?"
The attorney didn't reply, and Ohsi saw his cock twitch in his briefs as his whole body visibly shuddered. Ohsi couldn't believe it. The man was obviously getting off on this, and he almost laughed. Suppose he wasn't that far off the mark after all.
"Tell you what," Ohsi said, placing his phone on the desk and tossing his finished cigarette to the side. "Since I'm such a nice guy, I'll even fuck you tonight. As a favour."
Wright turned back towards him, his expression horrified. "No!" he said. "Just- just let me go! I won't tell anyone about what you did, okay? Just untie me and we can forget we ever even met!"
Ohsi stalked towards him, pleased when Wright flinched away from his approach, and grabbed the attorney by his hair, forcing his head back painfully.
"I don't think you're in any position to be making demands, Phoenix," Ohsi sneered.
Wright struggled against his grip, choking from the awkward angle, and Ohsi watched him for a while, enjoying himself, before he got bored and let go of Wright's hair. Wright coughed and sputtered, heaving for breath, and Ohsi ran his hands down Wright's chest instead, groping at him through his undershirt.
The material was thin enough that Ohsi could almost see the dusky pink of Wright's nipples through it, especially as he circled and pinched at them with his fingers. The nubs hardened, poking through the tight-fitting shirt as if standing at attention, and Ohsi was struck by another brilliant idea.
He went back to Wright’s desk, looking through the drawer once again, and found what he was looking for.
He returned to Wright with two items in his hands, and Wright had just about caught his breath when he saw them. He shook his head furiously when he did, squirming even worse in the chair.
“No, don’t,” he began, but his struggles only resulted in him pushing his chest out towards Ohsi more, and Ohsi grabbed a handful of his left breast to still him.
He squeezed hard, until Wright’s nipple looked like it was going to burst right out of his shirt, and then he clasped one of the binder clips he’d retrieved around the outline of Wright’s areola.
Wright let out a squeal, jerking in his restraints, his chest heaving as he tried to shake the clip off, futile as it was. Ohsi groped at his other pec, and this time, he brought the nipple close to his mouth, latching onto it and suckling through Wright’s shirt. Moans replaced the noises the Wright was making, and Ohsi tongued at him leisurely, smirking around his mouthful of the attorney’s chest.
When he pulled off of him, Wright’s nipple was clearly visible through the wet spot on his shirt, bright and swollen and ready as Ohsi clamped another binder clip around it.
“Take them off!” Wright wailed, sobbing and shaking.
“Are you sure you want me to do that?” Ohsi asked, amused.
Despite his protests, his briefs seemed to only be getting wetter, the dark patch of precum soaking through spreading rapidly over the head of his cock. Ohsi tweaked one of the clips, eliciting a sharp moan from the attorney.
His hips jerked pathetically in place, and Ohsi grabbed his ample thighs, squeezing and groping along them. They looked incredible in their position, squeezed against Wright’s sides and the plastic of the chair’s arms, and when Ohsi let go, he left behind the reddened imprints of his palms on them.
It made Ohsi want to put more colour into the attorney’s skin, and he drew his hand back before landing a tight smack against the fleshy inside of one straining thigh.
The hit made Wright shout, shuddering in his restraints, and Ohsi did it again, and again, and again, until Wright’s left thigh was a canvas of red handprints that wasn’t fading anytime soon, even as Ohsi stopped. Wright was outright crying then, tears streaming down his blushing cheeks as he pleaded incoherently for mercy.
“Please, please, no more,” he babbled, panting and trembling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-!”
Ohsi watched with fascination when Wright suddenly seized up, before shuddering bodily and slumping back into the chair in a boneless heap, and he realised with a start that Wright had come. He’d fucking come. Completely untouched.
“Holy shit, you’re a fucking slut,” Ohsi saw with awe.
Wright shook his head weakly, unable to even look up. “I’m not,” he protested, but his words were tired and barely audible. Perfunctory at best.
If Ohsi hadn’t already decided on fucking him that night, that display certainly would have convinced him to.
There was just no fucking way Ohsi was gonna pass up an opportunity like this.
Almost frantically, the man undid his own belt and jeans, pulling them down to free his erection. He’d been hard since he’d stripped Wright down, and was more than ready to go by then. He even had a condom already at hand, and he rolled it down his cock before practically tearing Wright’s briefs off of him.
He had to peel the thing off him; it was so soaked in Wright’s juices that it was plastered against his skin, and Ohsi shoved the ruined panties into his pocket, intent on keeping it for later.
Wright began to struggle again once his ass was bared, and Ohsi was amazed when he saw that Wright’s hole was swollen and puffy, like he’d just been fucked not a moment ago.
“Is that what you were doing when I got here, Phoenix?” Ohsi teased. “Fucking yourself on your fingers in the back room?”
“I wasn’t,” Wright denied, shaking his head, pulling against his restraints. “It’s not- it’s not what it looks like!”
His hole twitched eagerly before Ohsi’s eyes, however, contradicting the attorney’s words, and Ohsi dragged Wright’s chair closer to himself before adjusting the height, until the man’s ass was level with Ohsi’s cock. He grabbed himself and guided his head towards Wright’s entrance, nudging against it experimentally.
“Please,” Wright tried, looking up at him now, more tears streaming down his cheeks as he desperately begged. “Please, you can’t do this! I don’t want it!”
Ohsi ignored him, pushing into the attorney slowly, savouring the feeling of that tight, wet heat opening up for him. Wright sobbed harder as Ohsi pushed in deeper, gasping when he finally bottomed out and was balls deep inside the man, and Ohsi grabbed his thighs to brace them both.
He could barely control himself, and he reached out to flick at one of the clamps again, groaning when it made Wright clench down on him like a vice.
“Jesus, that’s good,” he gritted out. “Fucking slut, you like that, huh?”
“I don’t-!”
Ohsi slapped him before he even realised it himself, shutting Wright up and earning himself another tight grind around his cock.
“Don’t fucking lie,” Ohsi hissed. “If you didn’t like it, why’re you getting wet again?”
Because he was. Wright’s spent dick was twitching against his belly, filling up prettily, pre-come beading at the head like a leaking faucet, and Wright sobbed but said nothing more to deny it.
“I bet you’ve been waiting for someone to do this to you,” Ohsi taunted, pulling out of the attorney slightly before slamming back into him again with a loud smack of hips against hips. It punched a groan out of the attorney, and Ohsi did it again, fucking into the man viciously. “Waiting for someone to tie you down and fuck you in your own office like a cheap whore, huh?”
Wright felt tight and wet around him, even through the condom, and Ohsi had never felt anything like it before. It was like his hole was made to take cock, and he soon found himself fucking the attorney blindly like a wild animal. All he could think of was how good the slut felt around him, clenching down around him every time he drove in.
He even sounded like he was enjoying himself, panting breathlessly as his dick bounced between them at full mast, his mouth open with his tongue out, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head as Ohsi rammed into him deeper and deeper with every thrust.
It took an embarrassingly short time for Ohsi to come, hands gripping tight onto Wright’s thighs as he buried himself deep inside the attorney’s warm channel. He almost regretted wearing the condom then, but as he pulled out of Wright with a grunt and noticed that the man was still hard, he smirked to himself.
He was just so full of brilliant ideas that night.
He pulled the full condom off of his dick and tied it off before stuffing himself back into his pants and going back to the drawer at Wright’s desk. He found a couple of rubber bands in there and a red permanent marker, and went back to the bound man, who looked blissed out and dazed where Ohsi had left him.
Ohsi grabbed a hold of Wright’s straining erection, and secured the rubber bands around it, a couple at the base and a couple more just below the head. The feeling of them jolted Wright out of his stupor, and he squirmed under Ohsi’s hands.
“Wha- what are you doing?” he whimpered, blinking rapidly down at Ohsi’s hands. “Let me- let me go already.”
Ohsi ignored him, pulling at the rubber bands around the head of Wright’s cock and slipping his used condom in place before letting the rubber go with a snap. Wright hissed in pain at the sting, but his cock twitched happily, letting out a thick drop of precome at its slit. Ohsi wiped it off with a finger, and unceremoniously shoved it into Wright’s slack mouth.
Wright choked around the digit, as Ohsi dug around and smeared Wright’s own juices over his tongue and against his inner cheeks. He knew Wright loved it, because he didn’t even try to bite down.
He gasped and sputtered when Ohsi withdrew his finger, his face turning redder, and Ohsi continued on, but not before giving Wright’s bound cock a mean flick at the head, just to watch it twitch again pathetically.
He uncapped the permanent marker and began writing on Wright’s thighs, then across his chest, and under one of his nipples.
Wright strained to see what he was writing, but Ohsi slapped him with a warning glare.
“You want another round, slut?” he threatened, even though he knew it wasn’t possible. He hadn’t taken any pills before coming to the office, so it wasn’t like he could get it up again so soon; he wasn’t a slut like Wright, after all.
Speaking of sluts, though. “Your pussy still looks hungry,” he added with a smirk, glancing down at the gaping, puffy hole under Wright’s balls. It still hadn’t closed up yet, as if it was begging for another cock to fill it.
“It’s not,” Wright said, face flushing darker with humiliation. “It’s not a pussy.”
Ohsi recapped the marker and prodded at Wright’s hole with it, watching as it twitched at the contact. “Sure looks like it to me.”
Wright made a desperate, choked sound in response, squirming in the chair.
Ohsi tossed the marker over his shoulder carelessly, and grabbed his phone off the desk. He took a couple more pictures of Wright, making sure to get a good angle of his used hole.
“Well, it’s been fun,” he said once he was done, turning to leave.
“He- hey! Wait, you can’t leave me like this!”
Ohsi paused just past the desk, and hummed thoughtfully. He turned back around and watched as Wright pulled at his arms, his hips slightly lifting off of the seat of the chair as he tried in vain to free himself.
“You’re right,” Ohsi said, and went over to pick up the roll of duct tape he’d left on Wright’s desk.
He tore off a length of it, and moved to Wright, grabbing his jaw in a tight grip and forcing the attorney to look up at him.
“I can’t have you disturbing the neighbours for the rest of the night,” he said, before pressing the tape over Wright’s mouth. “That’s just inconsiderate of me, isn’t it?”
Wright protested behind the tape, making high, keening noises in his throat, shaking his head, and Ohsi patted his cheek before pressing a kiss against his sealed lips before pulling away with a smirk.
“And remember,” he said, lifting his phone for Wright to see. “If I hear you breathed a word of this to the police, I won’t be the only one feeding that hungry pussy of yours. Got it?”
Wright’s eyes widened fearfully at the picture on Ohsi’s cell, and, satisfied, Ohsi turned to leave the office. He even switched the lights off for the attorney, and left the door behind him unlocked for someone to help him.
He decided to skip town for a while until the whole shitshow with the twink blew over, but in the meantime.
He really, really hoped that Wright would tell on him.