Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Broken ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

A thump sounded across the room as a body was thrown into the wall and crashed down onto the cold, hard, wooden floors. His lungs gave out as he started a coughing fit, trying to clean his airway from the blood that was slowly entering by way of a broken rib piercing the bottom of one lung, but he was only greeted by the sounding of foot prints drawing nearer. He shut his eyes tightly and just lied there waiting. It was inevitable, whatever the men had in store for him, and he knew it.


With a mighty swing, the boy could feel a sharp jab in his side connecting right with his rib cage. Biting his bottom lip to not allow himself to make a noise, the boy curled up in a fetal position and tried to protect himself from any more blows that were to come. And they still came, one after another, jabbing, bashing, cracking.


Pain. That was the boy's only comfort as he waited for the assault to stop and his mind and body to become numb once again from the torment and pain that he was being put through. Tears were forcing their way to surface, but the boy wouldn't allow them to spill down his cheeks. He wouldn't allow such pleasure to the man, and tried hard to lose himself in his thoughts and memories. He had to mentally escape this; the torture was getting to him after all these years.


But all of his memories were the same; they all were similar to his current experience. As a child, he found himself beckoning to every whim and want that was demanded from him. He had started the boy at the age of six and continued to bury himself in the boy, claiming him as his property over and over again, at any chance he could get. Each night brought fresh new pain; each day brought another time of acting, hiding it from all his friends. This was his life; he knew nothing else.


Another set of rough hands picked him up by his hair and jerked his head up to meet his new attacker. Their eyes interlocked, and the boy felt himself shrink. Sweat beads appeared over his bloody skull, and the purple eyes gazing into his own were latching and unable to let go.


"He is a prize sir," said the man, looking back at the elder who was moving around to stand behind the boy. "All that training really did pay off."


He stood behind his property and started to discard the boy from his pants and boxers, leaving him completely exposed and bare. Fear started to settle into the boy as he felt the cold air of the room tap onto his bare ass and cock.


"Yes," He replied. "And he really has matured, that cock of his." The man behind the boy ran his hand to remove the rest of the boy's garments until he was just a bloody body in the grip of the purple eyed man. The boy shook a bit in fear, feeling his mind betraying him.


"I want it," said the younger of the two men, his eyes latching onto the boy's limp cock. "I want to bury in him and make him scream for me." The elder behind the boy laughed and rubbed his boy's cheeks sensuously, rubbing his thumb over his ring every so often, causing the boy to squirm.


He knew his "owner" liked it when he fought. And when He was happy, the pain was over sooner, then he would be finished with him quicker, and that was all he wanted. But when He wasn't happy, He would find ways to torture his boy to longing for a death. The boy wanted to find a way out of this, for eleven years he suffered like this. No, he couldn't take it anymore.


"You maybe have him for the night. My only condition is that he's alive when you're done," He said licking the boy's earlobe, sucking on it lightly. "I don't want to lose him. He's the only decent one I have left..." The man before the boy grinned and grasped the boy's face in his grip, pressing his thumbs over the boy's eyes. "Other than that... anything goes..." The man continued to nibble and lick at the boy's earlobe, who was trying hard not to react to the touch.


The purple eyed man in front of him grinned and leaned forward grasping the other ear lobe in his mouth, rubbing his tongue along the ear and started fucking his ear with the appendage, giving him a preview of what was to come.


The boy wiggled between the two grown-up men, tears trying to stream down his red tinted cheeks. He wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere else. He hated when his owner rented him out to his friends and employees. It only had gotten worse, after he had tried to escape. He had been successful one time, but after that, the poor boy had become a rag doll for more and more that his owner would bring in.


The elder of the two finally released the saliva-slick 'lobe and traced his tongue over his boy's shoulder, reaching forward and squeezing the base of the boy's cock, gaining a gasp from him, feeling the blood rushing to the appendage. With a smile, the man let go and turned to the other.


"I shall be back at sunrise. Do as you wish, just keep him alive and everything attached." With that, the man was gone, locking the door of the room from the outside leaving the boy with this rapist.


Without warning, the man pushed the boy up against the wall and ran his hands up and down over the boy's body, examining all the open cuts that were crisscrossing over the boy's toned torso. Pressing his dirty fingers into each gash and tracing down it, he grinned as the boy gasped and whimpered in the pain his body was feeling. Leaning down, he removed his finger from all the open wounds and thrusted his tongue into them.

A shriek jumped out of the boy's throat and he panted hard to keep his breath and sanity, every last nerve stood on end as his mind cried out to him the pain that was experiencing, but his attacker didn't let up, and continued to press his tongue into each wound, tracing inside it. The tears finally started to stream down his cheeks as he closed his eyes tightly and bit his own tongue, tasty the coppery liquid inside his mouth.

Then the tongue was gone, and the man stood up, shoving the boy forcefully to the ground and pulling out a knife as he pressed it against the boy's neck, not breaking skin, but terrifying him just as so. The sadistic man grinned with triumph as he lowered his other hand and cupped the boy's face gently, pressing the knife harder with the blunt end.

"Make me hard, whore," he said in a grunt, licking his lips. The boy's lips were trembling as his shaking hands reached out to undo the zipper of the man's pants and expose the limp penis from its prison. Opening his mouth, the boy slide it in, the tears still pouring down his face as the man grasped his head and pushed him closer.

The head started to slide down the back of his throat, and the boy had to concentrate as not to start to gag from the object. His muscles relaxed as he started to suck on the hefty meat and milk the man. A low groan came from the man as he threw his head back as the boy's tongue rested underneath his vein and pressed into it, driving the man's penis to harden and engorge.

Trying to keep himself calm, the boy tried to image this was something else, which he wasn't there anymore. But the man had other plans, and started to thrust his cock in the mouth, making the boy deep throat it and pounded away at him senselessly, grunting with each thrust and finding the bliss in it all.

When he was ready, the man pulled himself out of the bitch's mouth and patted his cheek lightly. "Now, position like the bitch you are!" The boy shook, gasping for the air that he was slowly deprived of when he had been orally fucked. Turning around slowly, the boy rested on his knees and hands, hanging his head in shame, covering his swollen eyes in the shadows of his bangs.

A minute later, the man returned with a collar he fastened around the boy's neck and hooked the chain onto it. Grinning, he tightened the collar and hooked a second chain to it, and wrapped it around the boy's cock tightly, causing him to moan. The chain was taunt when the boy had his back rounded and head down. Grasping his hair, the man yanked the boy's head up, causing the chain to tighten painfully on the boy's penis, making him yelp in the sudden pain. The purpled eyed man grinned, letting the boy hang his head once again, and went to the boy's back side and spread the boy's cheeks.

"Now the fun starts, slut," he grinned deviously, inserting one finger into his tight hole. The boy bit his lip as he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the intruder inside of him. The man continued to twist and run his finger long the walls of the boy's rectum and started to finger fuck him, then he added a second finger, starting to scissor him. The boy bit his lip tighter, finding a yelp filling in his throat. Not too much longer, a third finger was pressed in, and the boy started to shake as he was continued to be stretched out.

Satisfied, the man removed his fingers, much to the poor boy's relief, feeling the air connecting with his stretched hole. But a second later, he could feel the pressure build as the man pressed his head to the entrance. Gritting his teeth, the boy shuttered as the man started to enter his rectum. Biting his tongue, he muffled out his screams, until the man smacked him in the head.

"Scream for me. I want to hear you lose your voice being the whore you are," he grunted. With that the boy let go, his vocals ringing out in the cries as his muscles tried to push out the invasion, only causing the man to groan even more. "Fuck your tight still after all he did to you..." He continued to press himself into the boy, not caring whether or not he would get use to the pain or endure it the enter time.

It took him a few minutes to enter the tightness until his balls touched the boy's own, and he looked down as he panted, pleased to see himself buried to the hilt into the boy, who was crying his eyes out, begging for it to be over. The man only smirked. He had the boy all night; this never was going to be over. He reached down and lightly rubbed his hand over the boy's cock with a lust in his eyes. The boy jerked his head up as he moaned at the touch, only to tighten the chain around his dick, causing him to yelp again in pain and bring his head back down. The man continued to smile as he watched the boy fight his inner urges.

Slowly pulling himself out of the boy, he pulled until half of his massive cock was buried still inside of the boy. The boy choked a groan, and the man placed his hands on the boy's hips, steadying himself. He slowly started to reenter the boy, drawing out the invasion, only to be greeted by more tears. He started to pump in and out of the boy as he paced himself for the long night ahead of them. He wasn't finding the boy's sweet spot at this pace, and found himself mercilessly screwing his brains out.

“ Stop! T…take it out!! I don't want this!” The boy feared he would be torn in half because of the pressure. But the man continued to pound him like a savage beast. “Ahhhh please stop!!”

"OHHHH!!!" There... there was his sweet bundle of nerves. "Ah.." The man positioned himself to hit it with each thrust; earning him grunts and moans from the boy who's body started to betray him. Not breaking his rhythm, the man reached down once again for the boy's cock and started to pump him in the same rhythm, driving the boy's senses wild. He would arch his back, raising his head, only to pull on the chain and find himself aching from it. The man only grinned, loving the torment the boy was in.

It didn't take too much longer for the boy's cock to give out and shoot his seed all over the man's hand and onto the floor. The man removed his cum-soaked hand from the limp penis and placed it on the boy's back, on top of his open whiplashes. As the cum touched his open flesh and seep into the wounds. The boy shrieked pain, his voice still not fading after all the cries he had already emitted.

The man continued to pound him senseless, ride him like a fuck horse, toss into him like he was a rag doll, and finally emptied his own contents into the boy's rectum. Pulling his cock out with a 'pop' sound, he looked down and noticed the blood seeping out of the boy's anus and removed the one chain connected to the boy's limp penis. Throwing the boy onto his back, the man shoved it in his face.

"Clean up your mess, bitch," he growled, shoving the cum and blood glistening penis in the boy's face. As he was cleaned off, he could feel his erection rise again and grinned. "You surely can turn me on again." The boy was tired, he wanted to sleep, sleep this nightmare away, but the man wouldn't let that be. "The night is young, whore. And you are mine..."

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Tyson, Rei, and Max were waiting in the yard of Tyson's dojo by the koi pond, just lounging around waiting for the practice to start. Kenny was sitting on the walkway typing away at his laptop while Hilary sat next to him, observing all the data that the boy-genius was inputting.

All of them started to grow impatient as Tyson looked down towards his watch for the hundredth time in the past twenty minutes. Their captain was late, totally un-Kai-like, since it was the captain who had ordered for this practice in the first place.

“GOD! Where could he be?” bellowed Tyson, pacing the area again, starting to walk a hole in the ground. Rei's brows knitted together in concern as he looked up and over towards the entrance of the dojo, but still no Kai.

“Maybe he got caught up in something?” suggested Max. “He does have to file all those papers over his grandfather's death and all.”

“Max is right. I'm sure he'll be walking in any time soon,” smiled Hilary trying to ease everyone else, but deep down inside, she felt something was wrong. Tyson took out his Dragoon Galaxy and shot it letting out some frustration.

“This isn't like Kai. He's usually the one yelling at Tyson for sleeping in or being late. Oh where are you Kai? Are you ok? Please be ok? I know your grandfather was a cynical bastard, but you probably feel something that he's gone. Be it good or bad…”

Max launched Draceil Gravity to join Tyson's blade as the two started to zoom around the property, getting the two's minds off of their missing captain.

Another half an hour passed, and even Rei was growing restless from the unexplained absence of their leader. That was until a blue beyblade was shot into the middle of Tyson's obstacle course and bashed into Dragoon Galaxy.

“Well. Took the high and mighty long enough to show up,” joked Tyson glancing over towards the entrance to the dojo, where the stoic figure stood with his trademark glare plastered on his face. Tyson and the others expected some comment back but Kai just walked slowly over towards them, while Dranzer Gigas zipped back towards her master's open hand.

Setting her up again, he looked towards Tyson, and launched Dranzer Gigas again, watching as Tyson had gathered his own blade and relaunched Dragoon Galaxy towards the opposing blade.

“And now we are finally getting somewhere!” exclaimed Hilary punching her fist into the air. Tyson smirked as his little battle with the captain began. Kai was gritting his teeth as Dranzer Gigas mercilessly bashed into Dragoon Galaxy. Rei and Max frowned, this was not Kai's usual tactic, and they looked back between him and his blade. Max noted all the cuts on Kai's arms that his sleeveless jacket did not cover.

“He must have been practicing on his own…I wonder what new move he developed to get all of those.”

The cuts were fresh, and the blood was still shimmering in the sunlight, clearly showing that they hadn't been made long ago. Rei figured Kai had been training hard, and lost track of time. It wasn't like that hadn't happen before to the Russian blader.

“YEA! Go get him Dragoon!” cried Tyson, punching the air. Dranzer was faltering a split second, and Dragoon took that chance and bashed right into the blue blade, sending her back a few feet towards the panting Kai.

“Dude! That was almost too easy! He must be planning something!” thought Tyson to himself.

Dragoon Galaxy charged for the blade, ready for the phoenix to surprise attack him, but nothing came as Dranzer Gigas took the hit and was holder her own as Dragoon pushed her back more towards Kai. Kai seemed to be spacing out during the battle, he wasn't concentrating as he normally did.

“Kai!” The Russian looked Tyson in the eye. “Dude, snap out of it!” That was all the phoenix needed; Dranzer Gigas' engine gear was activated and charged for Dragoon Galaxy before Tyson got a chance to think. The blade was able to hold its own, ultimately leaving the two blades in a dead still.

Bending down, Tyson picked up his blade and Kai walked over and did the same, wincing lightly as he squatted down and rose again.

“Guys, I have bad news,” said Kenny from behind his laptop. Tyson, Rei, and Max ran over, leaving Kai to stand by himself in the yard. “You see…according to my data, Dranzer's power is weakening, Kai.”

“WHAT! How is that possible?” squeaked Hilary. “Let me see that data. It must be wrong. It has to be wrong. Kai just tied his match. He's tied, he's won, and he's lost--”Kai glared at her, clenching his fist around his blade “—But he's not…! (o.O) Run that data again!”

They all observed the data rather carefully. But each time Kenny replayed the battle the data was the same. “Uh… maybe you just need another round. There must be a flaw,” said Kenny trying to justify the data in his laptop. “Don't tell me you haven't been training…” That was blasphemy. Kai, not practice. And hell is freezing over. Kai looked to the ground and closed his eyes.

“No…” he croaked. The Russian's voice was raspy and strained, like he had lost it somehow.

“Hey buddy, you feeling ok? Not coming down with anything are you?” asked Tyson. Kai turned his back towards them and started to walk away.

“He must be catching something. No wonder Dranzer was so weak. The blade reflects the blader. If Kai's sick, he's not up to his potential…” thought Rei to himself as we watched the stoic boy walk away.

“HEY! WHAT ABOUT PRACTICE!” shouted Tyson after him, but Kai had rounded the corner and was gone.

“Well, that was strange…” said Hilary.

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Kai groaned, the aching in his ass wouldn't go away, but he had learned to mask it even when walking. He still couldn't believe his grandfather had given him to Boris like that. And his voice, the man had made him lose it. Just like he said.

“This is hell… I'm living in hell… What is next?”