Day 14

I can’t move. Chains and shackles hold me exactly where I am, and I can barely squirm. I’m on my knees, my arms pulled so far out in front of me by the chains on my wrists that my chest is brushing the cold, hard floor. Straps around my thighs are bound to a harness around my chest, tight and constricting and I think it’s going to chafe like a bitch when I start sweating…which I’m pretty sure will happen.

Strung between the chains I’m also held back, unable to inch forward to get my arms under me. The effect of all these restraints is to hold me here, hugging the ground, with my knees under me and my ass in the air. My chest feels tight and painful inside, hurt…somewhere in there is a part of me that just wants to put my head down and die, hide in shame and misery at being so exposed…but I’m not about to show the Blondie that. Instead, I peel my lips back, snarling, and crane my neck up to look at him, making no effort to withhold the vitriol in my eyes, the look of hate hate hate. He can see it – I would shred him with my bare hands right now if I was free, and I wouldn’t care, and I’d die vindicated. After. Once he was dead.

He just smirks, loving it, the sick little shit. I thought I’d gotten lucky when he was called away suddenly for almost a week, traveling to somewhere else and doing some Blondie work of some kind. I’d had enough of his cold eyes and the hand jobs and blow jobs from other Pets, being violated like that…it was sick.

Right now I’m thinking maybe I’d prefer to go back to those.

Smiling coldly, he hands the object he was holding to tonight’s borrowed Pet, a young man with long, blue hair and a large “X” scar on his face – it looks like some Blondie gets a kick out of branding. Enough to even brand the face of such a pedigree toy. I can tell by his hair. He was genetically manipulated for that color, and it looks well-taken-care-of. His Blondie must have a hair fetish, too.

His Blondie also has a well-trained, obedient Pet. The blue-haired man takes the bottle and plastic toy from Roxas almost eagerly. And I have a pretty good idea where that oversized plastic cock is going, and I think I’m gonna puke on the floor already.

Roxas turns and seats himself elegantly to my left, while the other Pet moves behind me, disappearing from sight. Roxas doesn’t even give any orders, and the next thing I know there’s a hand between my legs, slipping through the gap and cupping my crotch.

I twitch in repulsion and bite back a growl, trying not to react as that hand immediately gets busy, kneading me and stroking, pulling my unresponsive cock. He slips another hand between my legs after a minute, but he can try all night, there’s no way such an unwelcome touch will ever arouse me. Not without drugs…and I’m kind of wondering when they’re gonna give me those. Every night so far, they started with a good strong dose of something that got me up bad, and would have even if I’d been in a coma.

I jump again, startled to feel hot wetness against my balls, and the brush of heavy breathing. He’s…he’s got his mouth on me, and he’s sucking from underneath. He pulls my length to his mouth and licks that too, and then I hear a little angry snarl. I’m guessing he’s pissed that getting violated doesn’t turn me on. Now I’m really glad they haven’t force-fed me an aphrodisiac so far tonight, or I know I wouldn’t be able to keep from reacting to this kind of touch, no matter how I hate it.

With a long slide of his open mouth, he traces up and back, and I feel my stomach turn when a hot tongue runs over a spot on my body that I can’t imagine anyone licking…it’s too filthy, too inhuman, can’t they see that? I can’t believe it, I can’t…and I feel like puking again at the very idea, it’s so wrong, licking a place like that. No…not even licking, because now he’s probing with his tongue and…and sticking it in.

It feels horrible. I want to scream at him, What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you fucking filthy animal? But I can’t…maybe I forgot to mention the ball gag strapped in my mouth, preventing all articulate speech. And I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of any other sound, so I bite down hard, hurting my teeth…but it doesn’t matter, because as soon as the Pet’s tongue withdraws, a finger pokes roughly in, much further, and in surprise and disgust I can’t bite back a grunt.

“Ungh!” I swallow hard to keep anything else from slipping by, but I don’t have time to concentrate on that, because that finger is worming deeper, forcing its way into me no matter how I clench, trying my damnedest to make it impossible.

He’s strong though, and he knows what he’s doing, how to get in. And all of a sudden, the nastiest feeling in the world suddenly changes to something different when that finger hits something in me, digging in hard. My whole body instantly tenses as I gasp. What the hell was that?

Even though I’m still not hard, I felt some semen came leaking out just now, and after a minute I put two and two together and figure that he hit my prostate gland. Fucking gods… Now I’m worried, because I didn’t know it felt like that – I mean, I knew it felt good, my partner always loved it, but I’ve never had the experience myself. It wasn’t like I was uptight with him, I wasn’t, I was totally open, unlike with anyone else, ever…but we, uh, just hadn’t gotten around to that, I guess. And I still don’t think I’ll like it under these circumstances…but then again, how did he get semen out of me just now?

That’s all the time I get to wonder, all the peace I get between the removal of that finger and the feeling of something hard and slippery pressed against me…and then shoved into me.

Ow! Ow ow ow ow! I throw my head back convulsively as the shock of pain shoots through me, my voice ripping from my throat in a scream that the gag muffles slightly. I can feel absolutely everything – every single centimeter of that toy being pushed relentlessly into me, forcing me open, hurting hurting hurting as I’m stretched too fast and too far, until the hard tip hits a wall, hurting, and stops, unable to go further.

I’m gasping and whimpering and choking on an occasional sob and I hate it, I wish I could stop but I can’t, it hurts, and I don’t even care about those blue, blue eyes on me, all I can think about is stop stop stop I want it to stop! I’ve been cut and punched and kicked in endless fights and I’ve been messed up a bit in a few bad accidents – life in the slums is rough, that’s for damn sure – but that and this are two different things. That pain is something a man can grit his teeth and fucking deal with…this is something nobody can shut down.

I feel a warm trickle down my leg and I think it’s blood, probably, but I forget it right away because the hand on my crotch is back, stroking and squeezing again, massaging my soft balls and not stopping. And I don’t know what the fuck he thinks it’s going to accomplish with my ass hurting like that, because there’s no way I can get aroused now…

And that’s when he takes hold of the toy again with his other hand and pulls it back, scraping roughly over my prostate. And between the stroking and that, I feel myself twitch down there…and a second later my stomach is an ice block of dread, hoping that it won’t work. Please, oh please gods of Amoi don’t let it work, don’t let him get me hard for this little Blondie brat to see! It’s one thing when I’m drugged beyond thinking, but I’m not now, I’m completely lucid, and I have to stay in control.

When he shoves it in again, he angles it straight for my prostate, squeezing me in his hand at the same time, and I feel semen forced out again and against my will my cock is stiffening a bit. I concentrate on the pain, the pain, the pain, desperately fighting my automatic arousal with something nasty and miserable – pain.

He moves a few more times, a little more carefully, and the blood keeps running down my leg and it stings, but not quite as horribly, damn it. And he plunges the toy into me and strokes faster now that he’s got some resistance from my hardening length, damn damn damn it…and then his nimble little fingers go for my slit, playing with it…and shit. Shit. I…shit. I can’t bite back the heavy moan of agony and fury and arousal as heat goes tearing through my body and I swell, really hard now, and as pissed as my slightly-fogged mind can be that it worked, that some little bitch of a Pet just managed to arouse me against my will and in spite of my disgust.

I guess I’ve just learned something I didn’t know – no matter how deep and intimate something is, no matter how thoroughly I thought I owned certain parts of myself, thought I controlled certain reactions…all that can be taken away. Stripped from my hands…and I can’t even control my own body anymore.

A soft, dispassionate voice breaks into my haze. “Good boy, Saïx. Well done. You may continue.”

Nice to know the name of the man doing this to me, I think sarcastically.

And now the Pet – Saïx – starts moving that thing inside me even more, and stroking me even faster, and sweat is running in little trickles all over my body, and it’s so hot, and I feel sickened but I’m fast losing my ability to focus on that. Maybe if he’d give me a second to think, collect myself…but he doesn’t, just keeps driving that toy into me, into that spot of agonizing pleasure, and doing things to me with his hand that make me whimper and jerk and writhe, but only as far as the chains allow.

And then the toy is shoved in deep again, and I scream suddenly as, with a click and a hum, it starts pulsing with erratic vibrations inside me. I almost don’t even notice the heat that presses between my legs because I’ve never been stimulated like this before, and I don’t know what to do anymore, how to fight it, how to think. I need…I need release…

The heat beneath my own erection presses closer, and I can feel it now – Saïx has squeezed his own erection against mine, and he starts…thrusting. Between my thighs, a hard length rubbing along mine, the friction wrenching more strangled noises from my throat as the need to come builds, tightening me, pulsing hotly through my body. Oh gods, gods…I’m weak against this, so weak…

I hear animal-like sounds coming from the other Pet, and suddenly I’m aware of Roxas rising, stepping toward us. I turn my head weakly, straining as far as it will go, just able to see them behind me out of my peripheral vision. Roxas’ gloved hand lifts Saïx’s face by the chin, the Blondie examining the vacant lust-crazy look the other Pet is wearing.

Smirking, he questions Saïx. “You want him, Pet?”

In a sick little mewl of arousal, Saïx answers, “Yes, Lord Solen. Please let me have him.”

Roxas lets go, an eyebrow arching approvingly. “Very well. For your reward, you may take my Pet.” He steps back, sitting again. I…I can’t believe it. How can this be happening? How can I have just heard a boy give a man permission to fuck me?

Saïx takes hold of the humming vibrator and rips it out of me. He doesn’t hesitate – I barely feel the tip of his pulsing cock against me before he’s thrusting in, entering my stretched and lubricated hole, not slowing at all until his hips hit my ass and his balls touch mine and I can feel the whole thing, hot and quivering inside me. Not at all like a toy…even a vibrating one. Fuck. No. Fucking. Way.

Then he starts thrusting, grunting and pounding into me, plundering my body in front of this smirking Blondie. It occurs to me vaguely that this is rape…I’m getting raped, and for a kid’s entertainment. The haze clears a little when I think that, just the shock of the realization hitting me, and I try to think, try to figure out what to do to make this end…but I still can’t move, not a bit. But maybe I can get rid of this horrible need in my body…

No…I don’t want to…I don’t want to admit to this happening, I don’t want to climax from what they’ve done to me, I don’t want to let them see me get off, not when it’s because of rape. But at the same time I really can’t take it anymore, and it looks like there’s no fucking way in hell I’m going to outlast this, and that realization brings back this sick ache in my chest. Horrible shame and loathing – loathing myself and my lack of control and these beasts who are doing this to me – and this hellish feeling like I might really cry. And I. Can’t. Do. That. No. But if this goes on much longer…

So I just let go. And, with a scream and a series of spasms, I come, letting the heat shoot out of me onto the floor and praying, praying to anyone who will listen that now they’ll be satisfied, now they’ll let it end.

But he doesn’t stop – Saïx enjoys it, but gods, he just keeps thrusting. Harder and harder, more violently, more vicious and mindless than ever, sending shocks through my limp, spent body that hurt, hurt…but I don’t even have the energy to tense against the pain anymore. And I hear him whimper like a sniveling dog to Roxas, “Lord Solen…may I…?”

I hear the soft smile in that youthful voice, cold and even as ever, the disinterested puppeteer in this sick show. “You may, but not inside him.” Am I supposed to feel relieved, hearing that? Maybe…and maybe I actually am, a little.

Roxas watches – I can see him out of the corner of my eye, a smug look of satisfaction on his face as the other Pet pulls out and jerks himself a few times before releasing with a snarl, his hot come hitting my ass and lower back.

Since I’ve had a minute to recover from my own forced orgasm, and now don’t have a stranger’s cock in my ass, I finally can have the presence of mind to feel disgusted again, and mad as all hell on top of that. Raped. Raped. For a show. My own body taken away from me, out of my control no matter how hard I struggled. How dare that little brat! And that miserable bitch of a Pet, too! I’d strangle him if my hands were free, I swear to fucking Jupiter. And thinking of Jupiter, I want to shred that miserable computer-deity piece of shit – that thing is what makes Tanagura run this way. That thing lets evil like this happen.

But that thing can wait. I want to strangle someone tangible right now, I feel like I’ll burst from disgust and humiliation if I don’t, and the one whose neck I want to crush, feeling the bones deep inside crack and crumble…the one whose blue, blue eyes I want to see bugging in shock and panic and pain…the one I want to kill…is Roxas.

As the animal-Pet laps hungrily at the trails of his own come on my body, I swear from the bottom of my cold, furious gut, I am going to make Roxas pay for this someday.

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