Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Dreams ❯ Sweet Dreams ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Sweet Dreams

By the Empress of the Eclipse

Disclaimer - I don't own Digimon and I never will. I don't own anything. If I owned this, I'd be selling it for money mate! Thanks to Monty Python for a bit which got nicked. The bit about 'boy or a limpet' is from 'Archers Goon' by Diana Wynne Jones (that book is hysterical! Read it!) and I don't own that (sadly). And I don't own Marilyn Manson, or the song Sweet Dreams (which was originally done by the Eurythmics if you really want to know.)

A/N This fic deals with bondage, rape and rape fantasy. My last wish is to offend anyone and I would like to say that while I am not against bondage, this fic takes it to extremes which I am against. No one ought to be damaged so it leaves marks, however much of a turn-on they might find it.

This is a completely twisted, incredibly disturbing fic and anyone with any sense will probably want to avoid it.

This is a KAIZERSUKE, ie, The Digimon Emperor and Davis. It also contains tiny Taksuke hints but nothing enough to really pay attention to - yet.

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Davis got home in a bad temper.

Why did all the Digidestined think he was so stupid? Why did they have to pick on him all of the time? They all looked down on him. They weren't even his friends, not really!

"Davis?" DemiVeemon said in a small voice.

"Shut up," Davis ordered.

DemiVeemon obeyed. He knew Davis would calm down soon. He always did. After his strange little calming down ritual, Davis would be fine.

Davis flopped back on the bed, staring angrily at the ceiling. Why did all the Digidestined think he was so stupid? He couldn't be that stupid, couldn't be as stupid as they all thought he was...it was IMPOSSIBLE to be as stupid as they seemed to think he was!

Davis took a deep breath and held it. There was no point trying to convince himself of that. He was dumb, he was moronic. He knew that. Everyone said so. They always told him he was stupid....

"You're nothing but a waste of space!"

Davis felt a small thrill of excitement run through him as the familiar voice echoed through his thoughts.

"You're nothing! You're a worthless fool!"

"I know," Davis whispered aloud "I know I am."

"You deserve to be punished."

"I know. Please Master, please don't."

"You know begging does you no use Slave."

"I know."

"Then lie still and take it!"

Davis closed his eyes tightly, imagining the whip striking his bare skin, the cracking noise it would make, the pain he'd feel...

"Does this hurt, Slave?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want more?"

"Yes!"

That laugh, deliciously cold and cruel echoed through Davis's head. Moaning, Davis lay back against the pillows, unzipping his shorts. God, he was hard...

"Master..."

"You want me to touch you now don't you?"

"Yes! Please!"

"You little slut. You'd do anything for this wouldn't you?"

"Yes!"

"Anything to make me touch you, screw you?"

"Yes!"

"You know what you are, don't you Davis?"

"Yes!"

"What?"

"I'm a whore."

"Yes. And?"

"And I'm worthless....and stupid...."

"And?"

"Yours."

"Good."

Then he was being kissing, touched, stroked. And his back still hurt and it wasn't gentle or loving but it felt so good, so right...

"Master!"

He came violently, moaning. Slowly, his breathing went back to normal and he finally opened his eyes. Going into the bathroom, he washed his hands, then returned to his own room, still trembling slightly.

Why did he have these fantasies? Why did he imagine this stuff? It was wrong, he knew it was. It was wrong and it was twisted....but it just felt so good.

Davis wasn't sure when he'd started fantasising about being tied up and tortured before being fucked but it was just part of his mind now. Sometimes he skipped the being tortured and had himself be raped in his fantasies. He knew it was strange and twisted to want stuff like that but he couldn't help himself. He enjoyed it too much. It was always a guy. Sometimes it had been a faceless guy, someone he'd 'met' in a club or on the street and who'd taken him back to their house and done stuff to him. Sometimes it had been people he knew, like Matt or Tai or even Iori. But then they'd met the Digimon Emperor. And he'd discovered the Digimon Emperor was actually Ken.

Now it was always Ken or rather, the Digimon Emperor. He was always the one who touched Davis, who hurt him, who used him. Davis couldn't help it now, he couldn't chose. Ken had taken over the fantasy part of his brain and it was always him. And Davis loved it, he loved it so much having the Emperor hurt him and then sleep with him, even if it was just in his fantasies.

Besides there was nothing really wrong with fantasies was there? Fantasies didn't hurt anyone, just as long as they stayed that way. And there was no reason that they wouldn't. So Davis shouldn't feel bad about them. Right?

Reaching under his bed, he grabbed his fantasy notebook. Ever since Ken had taken over, Davis had taken to writing them all down. At nights he sometimes read them, looked back on them and enjoyed them. Flipping to the right page, he wrote the date and then began noting down the fantasy in detail. DemiVeemon watched silently. He wished he knew what Davis thought about. Davis had sworn him to secrecy no matter what he said and DemiVeemon couldn't read anyway. But he was sure that something strange happened when Davis had fantasies. He just didn't know what.

Davis slung the book back under his bed, then grinned at DemiVeemon.

"Come here you stupid blue thing," he said fondly.

DemiVeemon bounded up and Davis hugged him and all was forgotten.

* * * *

That night after DemiVeemon was asleep, Davis flicked back over his fantasy notebook.

There were so many. So different. But all about Ken. Some of them were just about Ken, the small, sweet-looking boy he'd met at the football match. Most were about the Digimon Emperor, violent, cruel, cold. With a whip.

Davis shivered slightly. God, he was sick. No matter what he told himself, he was sick. No one normal could imagine stuff like this and get pleasure out of it. Normal people would be terrified by stuff like this, especially by the idea of being raped or tortured. But Davis was turned on by it. What was wrong with him?

Davis shoved his notebook under the bed and snuggled down, staring at the ceiling. DemiVeemon snuffled in his sleep and settled down again. Davis closed his eyes and hoped he'd dream of Ken.

Or even better, the Digimon Emperor.

* * * *

"Davis, you are a moron!" Yolei yelled.

Davis scowled.

"I'm not a moron!" he said protestingly.

"You've wiped the hard disk on the computer!" Yolei shrieked "What am I supposed to say to the teachers?"

"I don't know!" Davis said "I didn't mean to!"

"I told you to leave it to me!" Yolei shouted "But no, you had to stick your fingers in, see what happened if you pressed a few buttons!"

"So?" Davis protested "I didn't know that it would wipe this hard disk thingy!"

"Davis, Yolei did say you shouldn't touch," TK pointed out in his reasonable voice "You were a bit moronic."

"Oh shut up TH!" Davis yelled.

"My name is TK!" TK snapped back.

"Yeah, whatever, TF," Davis said.

TK scowled.

"It's TK!" he yelled "Hello, are you so stupid that you can't even remember the alphabet?"

Davis felt himself flush.

"Come on you guys, let's not fight," Kari began pacifiyingly.

Normally Davis would have tried to cool down to please Kari. But he wasn't in the mood that day. It had been one of those days where everything had been steadily going wrong. He'd failed a maths test, fallen over in the cafeteria and spilled his lunch everywhere and accidentally burned his hand in science. And now this!

"I'm not stupid!" he yelled "Why does everyone always say that?"

"Davis, TK didn't mean...." Kari began, her voice still pacifying, but now sounding rather worried too.

"Of course he meant it!" Davis threw at her "All of you mean it! You never shut up about it! You all just think I'm thick! Well fine! Maybe if I'm so useless, I'll just stop helping you all with the Digi-world! You can do it without me!"

Turning, he ran as fast as he could. He didn't want to hear their apologies. He just wanted to get home and lie on his bed and....

Opening the door, he found Jun on the phone. Davis knew his parents had to be out as she was sprawled on the floor and apart from her voice, there were no sounds. She crossed her eyes at him.

"Talking to Lover-Boy again?" he asked moodily. Jun had recently got a boyfriend and spent all the time gabbing about him. It was driving him crazy.

Jun's eyes narrowed. She looked like she was in a bad mood too. Davis smirked at her.

"What will Matt say?" he asked loudly so whoever she was talking to could hear.

"Get lost!" Jun ordered him.

Davis walked past her. As he did, he kicked the telephone cable out of the wall. He felt like working out his frustrations on his sister.

"You little animal!" Jun screamed at him.

"Oops," Davis said with a small smirk "Sorry Jun."

"You are such a brat!" Jun shouted "God, if Mum and Dad had known what a toad you were, I bet they'd have never chosen you!"

"What?" Davis snapped.

Jun looked slightly scared suddenly but she was angry enough not to care.

"You heard me!" she yelled "You're adopted!"

"Hah, hah!" Davis snapped "Really funny Jun!"

"Yeah? Well the joke's on you because guess what? It's not a joke!" Jun yelled "You are adopted! I'm not your sister and they aren't your parents!"

Davis stared at her. A tiny worm has suddenly started to wriggle in his stomach, an icy squirming feeling that was making him feel a bit sick.

"Come on," he said "This is a kids joke Jun! At least think of something original!"

"It's true!" Jun said. She was talking quieter now but she was smirking slightly, obviously enjoying getting revenge on her brother "Sorry Davis. When Mum had me, she split up with my real father soon after. Then she met Dad. That's why I'm so pale, even though he's dark skinned. She married him but she couldn't have any more children. He'd always wanted a son. So they - stupidly - adopted you. They even chose someone of mixed race so you'd look like their kid."

Davis stared at her, waiting for her to say that she was joking. But she looked serious.

"No," he said thickly through the icy sickness in his throat "That's not true."

"Come on!" Jun said derisively "Why do you think you're so stupid while the rest of us have brains?"

Davis could feel tears pricking at his eyes.

"No," he said again "I'm not stupid."

Jun laughed at that.

"You are so totally the thickest person I've ever met!" she said "You're practically famous just because everyone knows what a thicko you are! God Davis, everyone knows you're stupid! And that's why Mum and Dad don't want you! Because you're stupid and you aren't even theirs so they can't forgive you for it!"

Davis turned and ran. He couldn't stand it there any more, had to get out, had to find himself somewhere to hide. He ran blindly, tears streaming down his face. This couldn't be true. He couldn't be adopted. He just couldn't be. It wasn't true, he knew that!

He ended up at the school. Wandering in, he walked into the computer lab. The others had gone. Probably home to their families, eating dinner, enjoying the company of their parents....

Davis swiped at his eyes. This couldn't be real.

"D-Digiport open!" he cried at the nearest computer. The Digiport obeyed and he fell through. DemiVeemon wasn't with him and he knew he was at risk from any Digimon that might attack but he didn't care. He wanted to think somewhere without people and this was the best place. Wandering around aimlessly, he eventually sat down by a stream and stared at the fish in it.

Adopted. So that was why he was so stupid. His real parents had probably known. That was why they'd given him away. He'd probably been such a thick looking baby. No one could ever had wanted him. He wasn't worth anything, he was dumb, pathetic, a waste of space. No wonder everyone hated him. No wonder Kari didn't like him.

Tears rolled down Davis's cheeks, splashing into the stream. He hated himself. It wasn't fair. Why did he have to be so stupid? Why did he have to be the one everyone mocked, laughed at, teased? All he wanted was for people to like him, pay attention to him in good ways rather than bad. What was so wrong with that? He was a nice guy, he KNEW that. Why did everyone hate him?

Drawing himself up into a ball, Davis lay beside the stream and sobbed until he couldn't cry any more without being sick. Then, exhausted by his own anger and misery, he fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't see the Airdramon swoop down on him, or feel it grip him in it's claws to take him back to the Emperor's base.

* * * *

Davis opened his eyes feeling tired and with the sense of someone watching him.

They were.

"Ken!" he yelped, jerking upright.

He was lying on the floor of the throne room. Ken was sitting on his throne, staring at him, smirking that cold smirk, legs casually crossed in a very sexy pose. Something suddenly flickered inside Davis's chest. His misery was gone now, only leaving the aching hurt and anger he always felt after someone made him feel bad. And the way he always ended that was...

"I'm not Ken," Ken said coldly "I am the Digimon Emperor!"

"All right," Davis said softly.

Ken looked slightly taken-aback at Davis's surrender but quickly wiped his face of all feelings bar that slightly mocking smirk.

"So," he said "Little Davis Motomiya has wandered into my garden without friends or Digimon to protect him." He tutted "Very careless of you Davis. Very careless."

"Not really," Davis said softly "Since I hoped you'd find me."

Ken blinked, now completely thrown off his stride.

"What?"

Davis gulped, trying to get the words out.

"I want....I want you to....I want...."

He couldn't say it. What if Ken refused? What if Ken told the others his sick little perverted dreams?

"You might as well just spit it out," Ken said lazily "I'm not going to let you get away with not saying anything now. You've intrigued me."

Davis closed his eyes. Then he reached out and caught hold of Ken's wrist. Ken tried to pull back but Davis clung on.

"I want you to fuck me," he blurted "I want you to take me and whip me and hurt me and call me worthless and a whore and your slave and then I want you to fuck me. Just for tonight, I want to be yours!"

He looked at Ken. Ken was staring at him. Davis couldn't read his expression.

"Please!" he cried pleadingly, clutching at Ken's wrist "Please! I'll do anything only please do this to me!"

"Get up," Ken ordered.

Davis slowly stood up, his legs shaking.

"Follow me."

Davis obeyed. Ken led him into the bedroom. Davis stared around in amazement. Even in his fantasies, he hadn't pictured anything like this! The bed was a huge four-poster with silk black sheets. Davis looked at the headboard and could just imagine being tied to that....

Swallowing, he clenched his fists, praying that Ken would agree.

"If we're going to do this," Ken said quietly from behind him "We're going to do it my way."

"Your way," Davis repeated "Okay. How?"

"You," Ken said softly "Are going to pretend that you don't want this Davis. You're going to beg me not to hurt you, beg me not to touch you. You'll cry and scream and plead with me. It has to be convincing. But I'll still do it. Like you want me to."

Davis nodded eagerly.

"Please."

"All right. Now....lie down Davis."

Davis obeyed.

"Play your part," Ken whispered.

Davis swallowed. He put on his most terrified, most pleading face.

"K-Ken," he said "Please....let me go."

"I don't think so," Ken said, his voice icy "In fact, I think I'm going to keep you."

He slowly walked towards the bed. Davis drew himself backwards, pressing against the headboard.

"Ken....please."

"You will call me Master!"

"I'll never do that!" Davis shouted, putting fire in his voice "Never!"

"Oh you will," Ken whispered. There was still a chill in his voice but there was something seductive in there as well, something that sent tingles down Davis's spine. He ached for Ken to just get on with it but he knew that they were doing it Ken's way and that he'd just have to wait until Ken was ready.

"I won't!" he snapped "I'd never call you Master!"

Ken smirked. He was standing at the edge of the bed now, holding his whip tightly. Davis stared up at him.

"If you call me Master," Ken said "It may - just may - save you some pain."

"You're a freak!" Davis snarled "I'd never call you Master ever no matter what you threaten me with!"

Ken grabbed him. Davis struggled but Ken pinned him down easily. He wrenched off Davis's jacket and T-shirt, then flipped him over.

"Get off me you pervert!" Davis yelled, although there wasn't very much fire in there at all.

Ken ignored him. He began to tie Davis to the bed with some rope. Davis struggled (half-heartedly) but Ken over-powered him easily. He tied Davis up so he was spread-eagled out (rather uncomfortably) then stepped back. Davis struggled.

"Let me go!"

"No."

Then the whip cracked down on his back. Pain, sharp, real pain shot through his body.

"Ow!" Davis yelled, slightly startled. Ken giggled. The whip cracked again, this time just beside his body. Davis remembered the role he was supposed to play.

"Ken....Ken, please don't! Ken, no! Don't!"

"You will call me Master!"

"NO!"

The whip cracked down again. A moan escaped Davis's lips.

"Stop," he said, with no fire at all "Stop."

"Slave...."

The whisper held a warning tone and Davis struggled to make his acting more real.

"Ken! Ken please! Stop! Let me go, please let me go!"

The whip cracked down over his back a further ten times. Davis begged and pleaded, his acting improving. The pain was excruciating now. The spread-eagled position meant that his arms and legs felt torn out of their sockets. It really, really hurt. But Davis didn't want Ken to stop. It felt so good...

"Call me Master Slave," the voice whispered "Call me Master and I'll stop this."

The whip cracked beside him, hitting his arm. Davis's scream of pain was very real. He felt like Ken had broken a bone.

"Call me Master..."

"Master!" Davis cried "You're my Master!"

Ken laughed. His laugh sent shivers throughout Davis's body. He was aroused he suddenly noticed, really aroused.

"You're mine aren't you? You're my slave!"

"I...I...."

The whip struck down again, eliciting a moan from Davis.

"Yes! I'm yours! I'm your slave!"

"Yeeeees," Ken purred softly "You're my worthless slave. You're nothing Slave. Nothing."

"Nothing," Davis panted "I'm nothing! Please K - Master, let me go, please!"

Ken ripped off the ropes and Davis flopped on the bed.

"Roll over."

Davis rolled over, whimpering as the sheets touched his mistreated back. Ken's eyes travelled slowly and lingeringly over his body.

"So..." he murmured "The pain excites you..."

"No," Davis denied weakly, cradling his aching arm "My pants are just creased. That's all."

It was lame but it was all he could think of. He knew that even if he hadn't been the one who begged Ken to touch him, Ken would have known the truth.

"You want more than just pain, don't you Slave?" Ken whispered "You want me."

"No!" Davis cried "That's....that's wrong and disgusting and....and horrible!"

Ken laughed.

"You don't believe that," he whispered "You want me don't you, you little slut."

Davis gulped, trying to contain his desire and to keep playing the part Ken wanted him to.

"I'm not a slut!"

"Oh you are," Ken said "You're a worthless little whore who just wants someone to touch you and arouse you."

"No," Davis cried "No! Stay away from me. Please don't do this..."

Ken laughed. Dropping onto the bed beside him, he ran a hand slowly over Davis's bare chest. Davis couldn't help whimpering.

"Master..."

"Whore."

Ken kissed him violently, his lips pressed hard against Davis's. Davis couldn't hold himself back. He clutched at Ken, trying to pull him closer.

"Aren't we supposed to play this my way?" Ken whispered, drawing back.

"Yes," Davis moaned "Master I'm sorry....but please! Please touch me!"

Ken laughed.

"You really are a little whore," he said "That's what you really want, isn't it? Me to fuck you senseless!"

"Yes," Davis said "I'm just a worthless whore, your pet, your slave. But Master....please!"

Ken caught him in another violent kiss, pushing him back against the pillows. His back screamed with pain but Davis ignored it, distracted by a different sort of pain, the pain of someone thoroughly aroused and getting no release. He could feel that Ken was as aroused as he was and ran a hand down the material of Ken's silky bodysuit to Ken's crotch. Ken moaned as he pressed his hand against it and squirmed slightly. He was helping Davis out of the remainder of his clothes, then quickly removed his own. Davis admired his body. Even in his dreams, Ken had never looked this good.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted this," he breathed "You've no idea how much I want you!"

Ken laughed.

"Slut," he said fondly before kissing Davis with a violent fire. Davis moaned, bucking his hips, silently begging Ken to get on with it. Ken seemed only too happy to oblige and Davis was soon lost in a fog of pleasure and pain as Ken violently took him.

"You should go," Ken whispered a little while afterwards when they were just lying together, Davis's head pressed against Ken's shoulder "Otherwise your friends - " He said the word with contempt " - will be worrying."

"They won't care," Davis said drowsily. He was quite content in Ken's bed, in Ken's arms "We had a fight."

"Your family then."

Jun's cruel, taunting words returned to him. Davis sat up.

"They really won't care," he said flatly.

"I'm sure they will," Ken said lazily, not bothering to move "Now....run along little boy. Scurry off back to your meaningless life and leave this as just a memory of the bad Digimon Emperor doing oh such bad things to you."

Davis flinched. Slowly he got up and began dressing. He back felt like it was on fire when he put his T-shirt on and his wrists and ankles were chafed by the ropes. His left arm was sore where Ken had smashed his whip over it and being taken so violently had left a lot of soreness inside him. Ken just remained in bed, watching him.

"Ken? Master?"

Ken looked at him. Davis was fastening his shoes, not looking up.

"Yes?"

"Can...can I come back?" Davis said "Not often maybe....but can I come back? For this again?"

Ken frowned, looking almost confused.

"Yes," he said eventually "Yes you can."

"Thank you Master."

Then Davis was gone, leaving Ken to stare after him and wonder.

* * * *

Jun opened Davis's door and peered inside. He was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He'd arrived home late and their parents had yelled at him before sending him to bed without supper. Jun hadn't told them that he'd come in earlier, or about their fight.

"Davis?" she said softly "Shrimp?"

"What do you want?"

His voice was expressionless. Jun gulped.

"Davis," she said "I'm really sorry about what I said."

"Was it true?"

"Yes," Jun said dully "It was true. But...I shouldn't have told you. And Mum and Dad do want you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah. Sure. Go away Jun."

"Here," Jun muttered. She shoved some chocolate at him.

"Thanks," Davis said, not looking at her.

Jun crept out, hoping that Davis would be okay.

* * * *

Davis seemed to be fine. The next day he made up with the other Digidestined. He acted his normal, care-free, cheerful self. Jun practically forgot about what she'd told him that day. It certainly didn't see to have affected him badly so it was obviously pretty unimportant.

But Davis didn't forget. He couldn't forget. Every moment of that day was inscribed on his mind, like someone had carved it in. He couldn't stop remembering Jun's words, that they weren't his parents, that they didn't want him. He brooded over them when he was alone, tried to work out if his parents really did hate him or whether he was cared for and loved as much as Jun.

He also couldn't stop thinking about Ken. His fantasies were almost enough but he kept wondering if he could get Ken to really do those things to him, really tie him up and hurt him, then sleep with him....

But he tried to repress his desires. It wasn't right. His arm and back still ached from Ken attention last time. And his friends would go insane if they ever found out...

So Davis tried his hardest to resist the longing to return to Ken and just let his fantasies get more and more surreal and twisted.

But then another one of those days came. Another one of those days where nothing seemed to go right, where everyone got annoyed at him and called him stupid, useless. He still might have resisted - if it hadn't been for the accident.

He walked into the kitchen to get himself some coke. Grabbing the can, he straightened up and turned round - and knocked the saucepan of chicken and vegetable soup off the stove.

"Oh shit!" he yelled.

"Davis!" his mother shrieked.

She slapped him. Davis staggered, not expecting it. His mother never hit him.

"I have spent all day making that!" his mother shouted, looking near to tears "And now it's ruined! You wretched little brat!"

"Mum I..." Davis began.

But his mother was in one of those moods too and saw no reason to be appeased.

"What a waste of a day!" she shouted "Davis, how can you be so stupid all the time?"

"I don't know!" Davis screamed at her "You tell me! You must have known who you took me off!"

His mother turned pale. Throwing his can of coke on the floor, Davis turned and ran out of the apartment. This time, he knew exactly where he was going.

* * * *

Ken was sitting at his computer, typing when Wormmon scurried in.

"Master," he said "Davis is here."

"Davis!"

Ken stood up.

"Is he alone?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Then bring him in."

Wormmon scuttled out. Ken sat on his throne and waited. A moment later, Davis came in.

"Master," he said, absently twisting his fingers together "You....you said I could come back."

His eyes were hopeful, pleading. Ken smiled.

"So I did," he said "Well slave, what do you want?"

Davis swallowed and smiled timidly.

"The same thing as last time," he said "Please?"

Ken smiled.

"You want me again?" he said "You really are my little slut aren't you?"

Davis nodded.

"Yes," he said "Master..."

"Come here."

Davis obeyed. Ken looked at Wormmon.

"Get out and stay out," he ordered "Don't let any one else in."

Not that it would really bother him to have an audience but it would probably bother Davis, something that he didn't want.

"Now Davis," he said softly "You've been a very naughty boy."

"I have?"

"Yes," Ken said softly "You went away and you've been gone for such a long time."

"I'm sorry," Davis said in a small voice.

"Good," Ken said "But that's not good enough. I shall have to punish you."

Davis nodded.

"Take off your shorts and boxers," Ken ordered lazily.

Davis obeyed. Ken admired him for a few moments before moving. Catching hold of Davis's wrist, he yanked him down so Davis fell over his lap. Davis gave a small yelp, then lay still. Ken smiled.

"What you need," he said softly "Is a jolly good smacked bottom."

"Oh?"

Davis sounded eager. Ken managed not to laugh.

"I'm going to spank you like the bad little boy you are," he whispered.

"Oh." Davis said faintly.

Ken smiled, remembering a show he'd seen on TV once.

"And after that comes the oral sex," he said.

"Oh!"

Ken laughed.

"But first....the spanking."

Davis lay quite still on his lap while Ken spanked him. He squeaked a little and moaned once or twice. But aside from that, he just lay still. Ken could feel his growing arousal against his leg. It made him get harder much quicker. When he decided that he was finished, he pushed Davis off his lap, knocking him to the floor. Davis winced but he stared up at Ken eagerly, his eyes filled with lust.

"Master?"

Ken calmly removed his own pants and lay back in his throne.

"Now slave," he said "You are going to give me a blow job. You are going to swallow every drop of come. And believe me, it had better be good or you will hurt so much you wouldn't believe it."

"I...I'm not practised at this," Davis said timidly "I don't know how good I'll be..."

"What? A little slut like you unfamiliar with giving blow jobs?" Ken said "Oh well. You'll just have to try your hardest."

Davis leaned forward obediently. Ken swore as Davis began to suck. He didn't care if Davis didn't think he was any good, he undoubtedly was because this felt terrific. Davis sucked harder, moving his tongue gently. Ken quietly thanked any particular God that might exist for making Davis have strange sexual preferences. Davis seemed to be obeying his instructions to the letter. He gulped every drop of come, then sat back, looking slightly sick.

"You lying little whore," Ken whispered hoarsely "You must have done that before."

Davis shook his head. He wanted to go to the bathroom and wash his mouth out. That tasted horrible. Ken didn't seem to want him to. He slid off his throne and pulled Davis into his arms, kissing him roughly. Davis forgot his desire to wash his mouth, over-come with a greater desire for Ken to screw him.

"Ken...."

Ken slapped him hard across the face.

"Don't you ever use my name slave!" he shouted "I'm Master and you are NEVER to forget that!"

"I'm sorry!" Davis gasped, mentally kicking himself "I'm sorry Master."

Ken scowled. He kissed Davis again sharply, painfully. Davis moaned and pushed nearer. If this was a punishment, he wanted more of this…

"Master..."

Ken smiled.

* * * *

"Davis!"

Davis looked up. His parents and Jun were waiting for him, looking worried and upset. His mother swept down on him and hugged him.

"Davis baby, I'm so sorry!"

"Mum, you're strangling me!" Davis said muffledly.

His mother released him. She looked at him.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry," she said "I never meant for you to find that out from Jun. We were going to tell you but only when you were older."

She hugged him again.

"Davis," she said gently "This doesn't mean that we care for you any less. You're still our son."

Davis nodded.

"I know that Mum," he said "Of course I am. And I don't care anyway."

It was true he reflected as he wrote in his diary, DemiVeemon fast asleep beside him. Nothing bothered him any more. No matter what happened, he'd always have Ken now. Ken would make all the pain go away.

Smiling, Davis lay back and closed his eyes, picturing Ken behind his closed eyelids. Everything would be okay now.

* * * *

Instead of waiting weeks this time, Davis returned to Ken after three days. He didn't see the point of trying to manage with just fantasies when Ken was there, waiting for him with his warmth and kisses and violence…

Ken didn't question him when he arrived. He just took Davis's hand and led him to the bedroom. Davis expected Ken to turn on the light but he didn't. He left the door open instead so Davis could see the bed, huge and neatly made.

"Go and lie down," Ken ordered.

Davis obeyed.

"Take off your clothes slave."

Davis wriggled out of them quickly, wondering what Ken was going to do. Ken closed the door, leaving the room very dark. Then there was the sound of a match striking and Ken's face was lit up with flickering flame. Davis spotted the candles set up around the room. Ken lit one of them, then blew out the match and went round to use it to light the rest. Davis watching him, fascinated. Ken moved with a grace that even Kari didn't have.

"You're staring at me," Ken said softly.

"Sorry," Davis said "I didn't know it wasn't allowed."

Ken gave a soft laugh.

"You should always assume something isn't allowed slave until I specify," he said, his voice still very soft, almost peaceful.

"Okay," Davis agreed. He made his eyes turn away. Ken walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, smoothing down his hair. Davis heard the snick of Ken's cloak unfastening and the gentle thump as it hit the floor. He knew Ken was undressing and made himself stare at a point on the black silk sheets.

"You can look at me now Slave."

Davis did. Ken was only wearing his bodysuit and was staring down at him thoughtfully. He smoothed Davis's hair down again.

"Your hair keeps springing back up again," he said.

"To make it lie flat, you need tons of hair-gel," Davis said "It never works."

Ken laughed.

"Lie flat on your back slave," he said.

Davis obeyed. Ken picked up a candle and lay beside him.

"Now...." he said "Don't twitch."

"What happens if I...."

"You'll see."

Ken held the candle over Davis's chest at a slight slant. After a moment, hot wax began to drip down onto Davis's chest.

"Ow!" Davis yelped with a slight jerk.

"Don't twitch slave," Ken said "This is your first warning."

"How many warnings do I get?"

"Three."

Davis lay quite still, the hot wax dripping onto his chest. Ken slowly moved the candle so it was dripping on different points. When he reached the sensitive skin around Davis's nipple, Davis swore and jerked again.

"Don't twitch slave. Second warning."

"S-sorry."

"Are you enjoying this slave?"

"Yes," Davis said.

"Good."

Ken moved the candle over to Davis's other nipple. Davis didn't even realised he'd twitched until Ken said "Last warning..."

Davis looked at the hardening wax. Ken traced a finger over it.

"I like wax," he said.

Davis decided to remain silent. Ken moved the candle again, this time lower down, to is stomach. When it moved again, still lower, Davis couldn't help twitching.

"Sorry!"

"Too late," Ken said "You've had you warnings."

He replaced the candle beside the bed, then moved to he was lying on top of Davis, looking down at him. Davis stared eagerly up at him. Ken kissed him, biting Davis's lower lip painfully. Davis moaned and reached up to pull Ken nearer. Ken instantly caught hold of his hands.

"Oh no," he said softly "You can't do that."

Reaching under the bed, he produced some rope and tied Davis's wrists tightly to the bed. It hurt a lot but this didn't bother Davis. Ken began to move down his body, lightly kissing skin which wasn't covered in wax. Davis whimpered and gave a small wriggle.

"Still twitching slut?" Ken whispered "You really are begging for this aren't you?"

"I....I guess," Davis said after a moment.

"Well, you'll have to wait until after your punishment," Ken said silkily "Now....this will hurt."

It did. Davis screamed as pain shot through his groin and upwards.

"AHHHHH! Oh God! What the fuck are you doing to me?"

Ken laughed. Davis strained his neck to see what Ken was doing. Ken was holding a pair of silvery tweezers in his hand. Davis stared. Ken was pulling out his pubic hair with tweezers!

"Does that hurt little slave?" Ken asked, wrenching out another clump.

"YES!" Davis screamed "OW!"

Ken laughed. He was obviously finding this very amusing. Davis gritted his teeth. This was really, really painful.

"You're getting hard..." Ken whispered, pulling out some more.

"I know," Davis croaked "Master....Master, please..."

"Please what slave?"

"I want you!"

"Of course you do," Ken said "You always do. You're a whore. And my slave."

"I know! But....but please..."

"Your punishment must be completed before I do anything else," Ken said calmly "Lie still Slave."

"Ohhhhh - AH!"

Davis yelled again as Ken ripped more hair out by the roots. He closed his eyes, wishing his 'punishment' could be over soon. Ken ripped out several more chunks of hair, then sat back. Davis's groin felt like it was on fire and he whimpered. Ken moved up and kissed him, hard, his hand running down the coating of wax that still covered his chest and stomach. Still kissing Davis, he began to pick off the wax, his nails scratching Davis's skin. Davis groaned.

"Master!"

"What?"

"Loose my hands," Davis pleaded "Please. My wrists hurt and....and I...."

"You want to touch me."

Davis nodded.

"Yes."

Ken laughed. Reaching up, he removed the bonds. Davis instantly clung to him, pressing tightly into him, delightedly kissing every bit of Ken he could reach. The two of them fell back against the pillows, Ken already gently pressuring Davis to roll over.

"You need to leave," Ken murmured to Davis some while later as they lay together, Ken holding Davis possessively to him as though he didn't want to let him go.

"Must I?" Davis asked sleepily "It's nice here."

"In my bed?" Ken asked sardonically.

"In your arms."

Ken couldn't help blushing slightly. That hadn't been what he'd expected. He smiled.

"It comes to the same thing," he said "Now come on - your parents will worry."

"I guess," Davis muttered reluctantly "But it's so warm here..."

"Slave," Ken said firmly "When I give you an order, you obey. Now get up and get dressed."

Davis sighed. He slowly scrambled out of bed and glanced down at himself. The skin on his chest and stomach was looking red. He had large rope burns on his wrists. His crotch was missing large chunks of hair and was looking red and had been bleeding a little. Sighing, Davis pulled on his clothes.

"Was I too much for you?" Ken asked. His voice sounded dreamy and Davis realised that he was going to sleep. He grinned at the dark haired tyrant lying there and looking so peaceful.

"No Master," he said softly "You could never be too much for me."

Ken smiled and snuggled down, his eyes closed. Davis sat down next to him to put his shoes on, watching Ken all the while.

"You're staring at me again."

Davis couldn't help giggling. Ken still had his eyes shut.

"Sorry," he said.

"Will you be back soon?"

"I think so," Davis said "I don't know."

"Then I'll see you whenever."

Davis waved even though Ken couldn't see, before leaving.

* * * *

After this, it became a regular event. Whenever Davis felt upset, mistreated or even just lonely, he sneaked alone into the Digiworld and went to Ken where Ken tortured him. Afterwards, Davis always just went home. He didn't stop fighting the Digimon Emperor when he was with his friends and Ken never mentioned it when he was there. It was almost an unspoken agreement that this didn't change anything. If the Digidestined had just won a good victory against him, Ken was often rougher than usual with his 'slave'. Sometimes he just used ropes to tie Davis up. Sometimes he used chains. Sometimes he just used Davis for his pleasure, not giving Davis anything except some small amounts of pain. Sometimes he used an amazing variety of sex toys that he'd got from somewhere. Davis didn't care. Somehow, the pain always made it worth while.

It was wrong. He knew it was wrong. It was stupid and dangerous to go to someone who just wanted to hurt you. But he wanted it. It was so hard to explain, even to himself but he loved it when Ken hurt him. And the sex was always fantastic. He wasn't in a relationship. Neither was Ken. So they weren't hurting anyone except each other, were they?

And Ken was always so kind to him afterwards. They'd sometimes snuggle up and Ken would just hold him as Davis relaxed and tried to summon up the energy to move and go home. Sometimes Ken even made him something to eat or drink if he was in a very good mood. He never used Davis's name, only ever called him slave or whore. But Davis didn't care. He liked it better that way anyway.

Davis smiled. He ran a finger over a rope burn on his wrist. He always had to keep all his marks and bruises hidden, otherwise people asked questions. Once Ken had got angry and punched him in the face. Davis had told everyone that he'd been fighting with some stranger down in the park. They'd all believed him but Davis was more careful after that. He always treated Ken with a certain amount of caution. Getting Ken really angry would be a mistake. Besides, he might stop offering to help with Davis's 'problem' an idea that Davis didn't like at all. It was incredible how quickly Davis had come to rely on this time, rely on it and enjoy it. He'd hate to have to give it up. So Davis was always cautious around Ken and pretty much went along with whatever he said. Besides, Ken was the master and Davis the slave so it wasn't that he had much choice. But it wasn't like he'd have refused anyway....

"Davis! Turn your light off! It's after midnight!"

"Sorry Mum!" Davis yelled. He hid his diary and turned off the light, snuggling down. DemiVeemon shifted but didn't make any noise other than a small mutter. Davis closed his eyes and dozed off, thinking of Ken.

* * * *

"Is it fixed yet?" Kari asked.

"Give it another minute," Yolei said.

Yolei was updating the computers in the lab. They were all waiting to get through to the Digital World. Iori was feeding the In-Training Digimon. TK was boredly pulling a loose thread on his hat. Kari was watching Yolei work. Davis had pillowed his head on his arms and gone to sleep.

"Done!" Yolei said "Okay! Let's go."

TK shoved his hat on his head and went over to wake Davis.

"Oh don't wake him," Kari said "He looks so small when he's asleep!"

"And quieter!" Yolei added.

"He used to snore," DemiVeemon said.

Recently, Davis's snores had stopped. Nobody except Davis, Ken and a prodder which gave you electric shocks knew why.

"I'll be gentle Kari!" TK said with a smile he always reserved specially for her.

"Davis!" he called gently, shaking Davis's shoulder "Davis! Time to wake up."

Davis shifted and snuggled his head down.

"Give me a few more minutes Master," he murmured "Just a few. Then I'll go home, I promise..."

"What?" TK said, blinking "Davis?"

Davis's eyes clicked open.

"TK!" he yelped, jerking up "Um....hi?"

"Master?" TK said "So who's your Master Davis?"

He meant it as a joke, expecting Davis to laugh and say something about a weird dream. To his surprise, Davis turned completely white.

"I don't have a master!" he yelled "I'm in charge of me and I'll never call anyone Master TX!"

Leaping to his feet, he stormed over to the computer.

"Are we going or what?" he snapped at the others, who were looking startled "Digiport open!"

The others glanced at each other, puzzled. TK stored it up in his memory. There was something strange about Davis lately. TK couldn't quite tell what but he knew something was up with Davis and it bothered him, slightly more than he liked to admit. He wanted to know what was wrong and if Davis wouldn't say, then TK was going to keep watching until he knew.

Grabbing his Digivice, he followed Davis into the Digital World.

* * * *

Jun scowled. She knew they had another pack of cards somewhere, but where the hell was it? She already searched her own room and her parents room and the living room. So that left Davis's room. Lucky he was out.

She quickly began a systematic search. The drawers revealed nothing, neither did any surface or obvious floor space. Sighing, Jun knelt down and reached under the bed.

"Socks....ew, Davis!" she muttered "A book....like you've ever read this! Football magazines...."

She blinked. Along with the football magazines had come a thick A4 notebook with 'Fantasy' written on the cover in Davis's handwriting.

"Wow Davis, you can write?" she mumbled sarcastically. Curious, she flipped it open and looked at the first page. It was filled with Davis's scrawly writing. Jun guessed that it was some little story Davis was making up. Curiously, she began to read.

'I went over to the Ichijouji house. Ken's parents were out and it was just me and Ken. We were in his bedroom, playing card games, Go Fish and Strip-Jack-Naked. I got bored and Ken kept winning anyway. He suggested that he gave me a massage to make me feel better. I agreed and he started giving me a back massage. He had very gentle hands and it was nice, relaxing and very pleasant. Ken kept getting closer but I was only half aware of it because I was half asleep really. He told me that for him to do it properly, I should take my shirt off. I obeyed and let him carry on. His hands started moving his hands round to my front and he'd got very close, close enough to feel uncomfortable. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. He moved his hands onto my chest and was moving his hands over me, almost a massage but not quite. I asked him to stop but he didn't. He said that I had the most beautiful body he'd ever seen. I got scared then and tried to move away but he caught hold of me and wouldn't let me escape. He told he that it would all be okay, that he wasn't going to hurt me and that I should just relax. He was still stroking me and he ran his hands down my stomach to the waist band of my shorts. I asked him not to but he ignored me. He lifted me up and carried me to his bed. I struggled but he pushed me down and kissed me. His lips were very soft but it was a hard kiss. I struggled even though I didn't really want to any more. He stripped, then lay on top of me, assuring me that he wouldn't hurt me at all and that I'd enjoy this. He took off my pants and I started to cry, begging him to stop. But he didn't. He kissed me again, then started to stroke me between my legs, playing with me. It felt good but I still asked him to stop. He ignored me. He stroked me until I was hard, then made me roll over. He didn't use lubricant, just shoved his way inside me. I screamed but he didn't stop, kept thrusting into me, again and again. The pain stopped feeling bad and started feeling strangely good. He kept thrusting until he came, then rolled off me and started to kiss me and play with me again. Finally I couldn't hold back and I came in his hand. He laughed and kissed me again. He said I was a great fuck and I should be proud.'

Jun stared. She'd read it but he brain wouldn't exactly take in what she'd read as real. Slowly, she flipped on, trying to find something else. She ended up quite a bit on. Slowly, she started to read the first one she saw.

'I was captured by the Digimon Emperor and tied up in a cell. He came down to me and took me to his bedroom. He threw me on his bed and looked down at me. I called him a freak and he laughed and told me that I said that now but when he was fucking me, I'd be calling him 'Master'. I denied it but he said he could read my heart and knew what I wanted. He kissed me and I kicked him. He got angry and slapped me round the face, calling me an ungrateful whore. I spat at him. Then he laughed and said I could resist all I wanted to but he'd have me no matter what. Then he cut off my clothes with a pair of scissors. I fought him and yelled at him. He used the scissors to slash my arm. I was stopped fighting then and just lay there, letting the blood run down my arm. He stroked my hair and said that he could make this good if I'd just behave. I begged him not to do this to me, pleaded with him. He just laughed. His laugh was very high, very cold and very cruel and something in me woke up. I knew he was going to hurt me and I wanted him to. He flipped me over easily and tied me up, then whipped me. It was painful, hurt so badly that I screamed. He laughed again and kept whipping me. I was getting aroused by it even though I felt scared, used and guilty. He finally stopped and undid my ropes, letting me loose. He started to kiss me and grope me and I let him, not trying to fight any more. He said that I was a slut, begging to be taken. I didn't know how to respond and was silent, frightened. He kept kissing me, his caresses violent but they felt good. He said that he wanted to fuck me and asked if I was willing. I meant to say no but somehow a yes came out and he laughed. He entered me violently and it hurt but somehow it felt really good. I cried out his name and he pinched me, whispering that I had to call him Master. I obeyed and he laughed again and called me a dirty slut. Then he fucked me until I was screaming incoherently. Then he rolled off and made me stroke him 'till he came. I was hurting with need by then and begged him to make me come, calling him Master. He ordered me to wank myself off. I obeyed and he watched. Afterwards, he licked the blood off my arm.'

Jun sat, completely frozen. She thought she was going to be sick. Davis imagined this sort of stuff? Davis thought this sort of stuff for fun?

Turning, she read more, all different but all on a similar vein; Davis getting captured by this 'Digimon Emperor', tied up, beaten, tortured and raped. Although often Davis consented to it in the 'dreams' it was always basically rape. And Davis was getting off on it?

Jun shuddered. What was this?

The notebook finally ended. Jun looked at the date. There was something familiar about it...

It was the day before she'd told Davis he was adopted.

A sudden thrill of fear went through her. It was silly of course...but....

Jun went back under the bed, clawing around desperately for something, anything else. Just as she was about to give up, her hand struck something. Dragging it out, she looked at it.

'Diary'

Opening it, Jun flickered feverishly through until she reached the day she'd blurted out the secret to Davis. She looked at the entry.

'Today I went to the Digital World, alone, without Veemon or any of the others. I knew it was dumb and crazy but I needed to be alone, to think. Jun told me that I was adopted, that Mum and Dad aren't Mum and Dad, that that's why I'm so stupid. She was telling the truth too, I could feel it. So I went to the Digital World and fell asleep. Only when I woke up....I was with Him. He'd captured me. I don't know what he originally wanted with me but I felt so bad inside and I needed Him, needed the pain I knew He could give me. So I asked Him. And He said yes. It was wonderful. Even in my dreams, I never thought Ken would look so beautiful naked. He was only too willing to whip me and fuck me senseless. And it felt so good. I know everyone would hate me if they knew what I let Ken do to me. But it felt so fucking good. He said I could come back if I wanted. I might.'

Jun skimmed on, flicking over the pages, looking for the right things. She eventually found Davis's next visit to the Emperor. Went she reached the bit where he pulled out clumps of Davis's pubic hair with tweezers, she couldn't help it. Dropping the diary, she fled to the bathroom and was sick.

"Davis, how can you have done this?" she whispered, creeping back in and staring at the innocent looking book which held such horrible things.

She knew it was the truth. She knew her brother. She knew that everything in his diary would be the gospel truth. And that meant...

Slowly, Jun flicked on, reading the pages of torture and pain with horror. She was sure it was all her fault. Before she'd told Davis about his parents, he'd just imagined all this stuff. But now...

She had to get help. She had to do something...

Jun strained her memory. When would Davis get home? He'd come in from school in a bad temper and dropped a bottle of milk, smashing it everywhere. She'd laughed at him and called him moronic. He'd announced that he was going out and may be some time. She'd asked where he was going and he'd said to the park for a game of soccer. Then he'd grabbed a packet of Long-Suck Mints and stomped out. Jun thought. She should just have enough time...

Grabbing the fantasy notebook, diary and her money, she ran out of the house, down towards the photocopying shop.

* * * *

"Akemi, get off the table!" Matt yelled.

"I'm doing yoga," Akemi said haughtily.

"Get off now you little git!" Matt shouted "You'll break it!"

Akemi giggled. Matt groaned.

"Akemi, get off the fucking table!" he yelled.

"That's not yoga anyway you pillock!" Toshiki said.

"Of course it isn't! I don't do yoga!" Akemi said.

"Well I do," Toshiki said "And that's an affront to the art."

Akemi stuck his tongue out at him. Everyone laughed.

"Guys, we're supposed to be rehearsing!" Matt said, beginning to feel frustrated.

"Aw, poor Matt," Istu said, draping his arms over Matt's shoulders "We're just having fun..."

"Istu, get off me and get your tongue out of my ear!"

The rest of the band all started laughing again as Matt tried to shove Istu away.

"Istu! Are you a boy or a limpet?"

"Limpet!" everyone yelled.

Matt growled in frustration.

"Arrragh! I need a new band!"

"It was my idea to have a band!" Akemi said indignantly "Now shut up and stop messing around! We're supposed to be rehearsing!"

Matt gave a terrible scream and collapsed on the floor, frothing at the mouth. The band looked at each other, then down at him.

"What's wrong with him?" Akemi asked innocently.

"Don't know," Gendo said "Oh well. While he's frothing, we'll just have to help ourselves to that bottle of whisky I spotted..."

Matt suffered a miraculous recovery and rescued the whisky from Gendo's grasp.

"Get your fingers off you little bastard!"

"But Matt, I'm desperate!" Gendo said "Please! Just one shot of whisky...."

"If any one round here needs to get drunk, it's me!" Matt wailed "CAN WE ALL SIT DOWN AND PRACTISE NOW?!?!?"

"No," Gendo said "We don't feel like it."

Matt grabbed a rolling pin off the side-board and began to advance on him threateningly. The rest of the band all went into hysterics as Matt chased Gendo round. It only stopped when the rolling pin came off leaving the handle in Matt's hand.

"Bollocks!"

Everyone laughed again.

"Super-glue to the rescue?" Toshiki suggested.

At this point, the door bell rang. Matt sighed.

"And I thought we were supposed to be rehearsing," he said sulkily "If that's the neighbours complaining about the noise again..."

He walked over to the door and opened it.

"Matt! Thank goodness!"

Matt wished he hadn't answered the door. It was Jun.

"Hi Jun," he said awkwardly "Listen, I can't really talk right now but..."

Jun ignored him.

"Matt, I'm so glad you're here!" she said "I need your help! Please! It's really important!"

Matt was about to kick her out anyway when he saw her face. It was tear-streaked and very pale.

"What's wrong?" he said uncertainly.

"It's Davis!" Jun said "I didn't mean to but I think I've done something really terrible and you were the only person I could think of who might be able to help me!"

"Davis?" Matt said.

Jun shoved an armful of paper at him. Matt caught it, blinking.

"I photocopied it all," Jun said "It's....I don't know what to do!"

Matt glanced down at the first sheet. Then he stared.

"What the....? Where did....? What...?"

"It's Davis's diary and fantasy notebook!" Jun sobbed.

Matt stared at her for a moment. Then he grabbed Jun's arm and he pulled her inside, into the living room.

"Right guys!" he yelled "Rehearsal's over! You've all got to go!"

"What?" Gendo said "But we haven't finished...."

"We haven't started!" Istu mumbled.

Toshiki caught sight of Matt's white face and nodded.

"Come on everybody!" he said "My step-dad's making his famous chocolate cake at my house. If we get there in time we might be able to lick out the bowl."

"But our instruments...."

"We'll come back for those later. Now come on everybody."

"But...."

Toshiki was already ushering them hurriedly out. He threw Matt a curious glance. Matt shook his head.

"I'll call you later," Toshiki said.

The door closed and the band were gone. Matt slowly sat down and looked at the papers.

"Jun where did this stuff come from?" he whispered, beginning to read them through.

"I was looking for a pack of cards under Davis's bed," Jun explained tearfully "I found this notebook called Fantasy. I had a look inside to see what it was and I saw...that stuff. Only the notebook ended at this certain date and on that day I told Davis something that really upset him and I was scared. So I went under the bed and found his diary."

Matt's head snapped up.

"His diary?"

Jun nodded.

"And there was more!" she sobbed "He's been going to some guy...someone called the Digimon Emperor....only sometimes it's Ken Ichijouji.....but it's always the same....he gets...stuff done to him!"

Matt looked at one of the diary sheets. It was dated about a week ago.

'Today Ken made me strip, then go on all fours in the middle of the floor. He put a long white candle underneath me and lit it. He told me that he was going to ride me like a horse and I had to stay braced or I'd get burned. It was already uncomfortably hot but I wasn't going to complain. He 'rode' me and I tried to stay on feet and hands but it was hard and painful. I got burned several times. All the skin on my palms got rubbed off and they're smarting like hell. My stomach and lower chest have got burn-blisters on. But when Ken was done, he blew out the candle and kissed me and said I'd been a good slave and asked if I wanted an extra-special treat for being so good. I said I did so he took me into his bathroom (note to self; when I'm rich, I want a bathroom just like that!!!!!!!!!) and ran a wonderfully cold bath for me. He got in with me and started washing me all over. He wasn't gentle about it but it felt really good. I was still hard from when he fucked me earlier and this didn't help. He asked if I wanted him to touch me again. I said yes and he called me a harlot. I told him that I didn't know what that meant and he laughed and bit my ear. Then he started washing me again and he got really low and started to stroke me with just one finger and that really, really was torture and things get slightly hazy for a couple of minutes but I came eventually anyway. Then he dried me off (when I'm rich, I shall have softer towels - ugh!) and made me go home. My burn-blisters are hurting and I don't know what I'm going to say about my hands tomorrow. I'll have to make something up.'

The diary entry mentioned vague other things but they weren't important. Matt looked at Jun.

"This was in his diary?" he croaked.

Jun nodded.

"Matt, what am I going to do?" she wailed "This is all my fault! If I hadn't told him he was adopted, he'd never have started going to this person!"

"Davis is adopted?" Matt said.

Jun nodded her head.

"I know I shouldn't have told him!" she wailed "Matt, what am I going to do? Who is this person? It's not really Ken Ichijouji is it? He ran away didn't he?"

Matt nodded. He was still reading the papers.

"What did you do with the originals?"

"Put them back under his bed," Jun said.

Matt nodded, looking at the fantasies. Davis imagined this stuff by choice? And...and Davis was actually going to the Digimon Emperor and getting him to DO stuff like this?

Jun had started to cry again. Matt woke himself up from his thoughts.

"Jun," he said "Jun!"

She looked at him.

"Okay, stop crying," Matt said softly "It's going to be okay but you've got to stop crying."

He gave her a tissue and some biscuits. Jun blew her nose and nibbled on the cookie.

"Okay," Matt said, still speaking very quietly "Now listen. I'm going to help Davis but you've got to trust me? Okay? Can you do that?"

Jun nodded.

"Then do what I say," Matt said "Leave these photocopies with me. If you've got any other copies, destroy them when you get home. Act completely normal round Davis. Don't let him know you know, don't treat him extra nice, just be completely and totally normal. Don't tell anyone about this."

"What are you going to do?" Jun asked.

Matt sighed.

"I'm not sure yet," he said "But no one else can know Jun. If they do, everything'll be spoilt. You just do what I say and it'll all be all right. Okay?"

Jun nodded.

"Thanks," she said softly "Thank you Matt."

"It's okay," Matt said "Don't worry Jun. K - whoever this is isn't going to do anything that'll permanently damage Davis. They're both being careful. Davis isn't going to die."

"Are you sure?"

Matt nodded, wishing he really was.

* * * *

At that moment, Davis was giving Ken a blow job. He'd read in a magazine that if you sucked a mint and then gave your boyfriend a blow job, it was an incredible experience. From Ken's groans, it obviously was. Davis wriggled to get a better position, stroking Ken's thighs gently. Ken groaned again and bucked his hips.

"D-Daviiiiis!"

It was the first time he'd ever used Davis's name. Davis drew back and blew softly. Ken swore, bucked and came. Davis looked at it, trying to see if Ken had enjoyed it.

"Come here my little slave," Ken croaked, beckoning.

Davis wriggled up. Ken pulled him close and kissed him deeply.

"That was very good," he whispered "Have you been practising?"

Davis laughed.

"I don't have anyone to practise on," he said.

"Poor you," Ken said "My sweet little courtesan."

"What?" Davis said "Stop using words I don't understand!"

Ken laughed.

"Use a dictionary," he said.

Davis stuck his tongue out at Ken. Ken promptly caught it in his mouth and pressed close for another deep kiss. Davis cuddled closer hopefully.

"Again?" Ken laughed "Oh no. No little slave, it's time you departed for your own meaningless life."

"Already?" Davis said.

Ken showed him the time. Davis swore.

"Oh no! Mum's going to flay me! I'll have to think of a good excuse."

Leaping up, he quickly began to dress, trying not to look at Ken who was lying sprawled out across the black sheets. His pale body showed up so much that it was almost glowing, luminous.

"I love it when you want to stare but try not to," Ken said "It's hysterical."

Davis said nothing. He sat down to pull on his shoes.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"I don't know," Davis said.

Ken nodded, accepting the answer.

"I'll see you whenever then," he said.

Davis nodded, Scooping up his Digivice, he raced out, still making up his excuses to tell his parents. Ken stared after him, then lay back, looking at the canopy above the bed.

* * * *

"DAVIS MOTOMIYA! EXACTLY WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

Davis gulped. His mother was m-a-d.

"I was out....by the canal...." he stuttered, wondering if it was possible to shrink through the wall and hide under his bed.

"Until now?"

Davis gulped and nodded. His mother was towering.

"You little..." she began.

"Davis!"

It was his father.

"What on EARTH have you done to your wrist?"

Horrified, Davis glanced down. Before he'd given Ken a blow job, Ken had tied him down and ridden him. The ropes had rubbed badly on his wrists and in his rush to get home, he hadn't checked that they were covered.

"Oh that," he said awkwardly "That's....well....that was....I fell over."

"Fell over?"

His mother was looking at his wrist, her eyes large, her shouts forgotten.

"Davis sweetheart, that looks awful!" she said softly "What on Earth....? It's like a burn."

"It's nothing! Really!" Davis yelped with a gulp. If his mother looked closer, she'd notice that there was a paler one underneath it and other strange marks "Mum, honestly, I just fell over! Don't fuss!"

His mother frowned.

"Go and wash it under cold water," she ordered "Jun can you help your brother?"

Jun came into the bathroom with him.

"I don't need your help," Davis said, running it under the water. The cold water felt soothing against the burn but he managed without it normally and would have done today.

"I....I'm not here to help you!" Jun snapped, faltering slightly but keeping going anyway "I want to know where the extra pack of cards is!"

"Oh....that!" Davis said "They're in my bottom right drawer under my underpants!"

"Ick!" Jun yelped "You are a toad Davis!"

Davis sniffed. Wiping his wrist on a towel and wincing, he marched into his room, threw the cards at Jun and then slumped down on the bed, staring anxiously at the ceiling. He had to be more careful! Letting people see the marks was really careless and really stupid. Ken would hit him for it...

A small smile crossed Davis's face at the idea. He mentally scolded himself for it. Getting hard now was a bad idea. He wouldn't be able to go to Ken and his fantasies just weren't enough any more. Not now he'd tasted the real thing.

Closing his eyes, Davis thought about Ken's unique taste, his warm arms, his cruel laughter. Reaching under his bed, he rummaged around for his diary. He eventually found it, shoved back under the fantasy notebook. He frowned slightly. He was sure that he'd kept those two separate.

Then he shrugged. Memory lapse. Opening his diary, he began to write.

* * * *

Matt sighed. He really, really didn't want to do this.

Sighing, he dialled the number.

"Hello, Motomiya residence."

It was Jun.

"Hi Jun," Matt said "It's Matt. May I speak to Davis please?"

"Is this about....you know?"

"Yes."

"Okay," Jun said softly. Then she raised her voice "DAI-VIS!"

After a moment, Davis was on the line "Hello?"

"Hi Davis," Matt said.

"Matt," Davis said "What's up?"

"I want you to come over to my house tomorrow," Matt said quietly "Would that be okay?"

"Sure," Davis said "What's up?"

"Nothing," Matt said after a moment "I just need to talk to you. That's all."

"Okay," Davis said "I'll see you after we destroy some Control Spires. Okay?"

"Okay," Matt said softly.

He put the phone down and sighed. Well, he'd invited him over now. He'd just have to handle the consequences.

* * * *

"Hey Matt!" Davis said.

Matt grinned.

"Hey."

Ushering Davis inside, he glanced over him. Davis was wearing a turtle-neck sweater and jeans, not his usual outfit at all. He'd been wearing things like that a lot recently. Things that covered up his body.

"So what's up?" Davis asked merrily.

Matt sighed. He'd decided how he was going to tackle this. He just hoped it worked.

"I was hoping you could tell me that," he said.

"Me?" Davis said.

"Davis, take off your sweater."

"What?"

"Take off your sweater."

"But...why?" Davis asked "No."

"I want to see your arms," Matt said "You can just roll up the sleeves if you want but I want to see your arms."

"No!"

"Yes."

Davis glared at Matt angrily. Matt stared impassively back.

"Davis..."

"No!"

"Fine."

The next second, Davis was pinned on the floor with Matt sitting on him.

"Get off me!" Davis yelled "Matt, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Matt ignored him. Grabbing Davis's arm, he wrenched up Davis's sleeve and stared silently at the marks on it. Taking the other arm, he did the same thing. Then he got off Davis. Davis backed away, looking at him anxiously.

"These are just...I fell," he muttered after a moment.

"Liar," Matt said "You were tied up."

Davis could feel himself blushing.

"Matt I...."

"Davis, I already know what's been happening. But I want you to tell me the truth."

Davis hung his head.

"So maybe I have been tied up," he mumbled, touching his wrist gently "What's it to you?"

"Who tied you up?"

Davis looked at him.

"That's not your business!"

"Who was it Davis?"

Davis opened his mouth, then stopped. Matt's eyes were filled with sorrow and concern.

'He knows!'

Davis hung his head again.

"Ken," he whispered "The Digimon Emperor."

"Oh God," Matt whispered "Oh Davis..."

"What?" Davis asked harshly, turning away "I'm not doing any harm!"

"He's doing harm to you!"

"I let him," Davis said, his voice a whisper. He didn't really know what to say.

"Do you love him?"

"What?" Davis yelped, whirling round "No!"

"Does he love you?"

"Of course not!"

Matt sighed.

"How did you know about this?" Davis asked.

"That doesn't matter," Matt said "Davis, why?"

Davis gulped, trying to find the words to voice it.

"I just...I like the pain," he whispered "It's hard to explain. But I just..."

"How did this start?"

At least Matt didn't seem too shocked at the idea of someone liking pain.

"I've thought about it for ages," Davis muttered "But I...I accidentally went to the Digital World by myself and got captured. And then I just knew what I wanted and I asked him. And he said yes."

"And he hurts you? And you let him?"

"Yes."

Matt was staring at him.

"And you don't love him?"

"NO! What difference does that make anyway?"

"You are letting someone who doesn't even care for you, hit you and beat you?"

"Yes."

"That's crazy!"

"Why?" Davis snapped "Why's it crazy? Loads of people do it!"

"Davis, what's to stop him killing you?" Matt demanded "All he'd have to do would be get a little mad, maybe not realise how far he was going....he wouldn't care enough to check that you were okay or listen when you asked him to stop!"

Davis said nothing. He didn't have a response.

"That wouldn't happen," he muttered eventually.

"How do you know?" Matt asked.

"Because....because it wouldn't!" Davis snapped "Matt, I'm not completely stupid you know!"

"I'm beginning to wonder," Matt said "Davis, why?"

"Because I want him to!" Davis yelled "Because I enjoy it! I like it when Ken hurts me! He likes to hurt me! He gets what he wants, I get what I want! It hasn't changed anything! I still fight! I still try to save the Digital World! Nothing's different! So what's the problem?"

"It's dangerous!" Matt shouted "Davis, at the moment, your arrangement works because your needs mesh. What if Ken starts wanting more? Or what if you start wanting something different? If Ken decides to, he can keep you completely at his mercy!"

"I'm not useless!" Davis snapped "I can fight!"

"But you aren't!" Matt said "Davis, look at you! Look at your arms! God knows what other marks are on your body right now!"

Davis scowled.

"Matt, it's none of your business!" he said "I can handle myself!"

He turned away. Matt grabbed his wrists and wrenched him round.

"Dammit Davis, listen to me!" he shouted "You are in serious trouble! You are going in over your head! You don't know what you're doing! You have no control over this relationship! It's all Ken. The best you have for control is you choose when to go. That's it! You are letting someone who doesn't care beat you and do God knows what else to your body. You don't seem to understand the danger you're in! Ken could do whatever the hell he wanted to do and you wouldn't be able to stop him!"

"You just don't understand!" Davis yelled "I can handle myself Matt! There's nothing wrong with any of this stuff! I'm not in danger!"

"I know there's nothing wrong with this Davis," Matt said sharply "I know that. But you're wrong. You are in danger. Do you even have a safety word?"

Davis blinked at him.

"Safety word," Matt repeated "It's where you can stop the person if they're going too far just by saying something. After all, the word "stop" means the opposite in this game doesn't it? So how does he know if you really want him to stop?"

"No," Davis said softly "We don't have a safety word."

Matt sighed.

"Davis please," he said "Listen to me. Give Ken up. As long as you go to him for violence, you're putting your life at risk."

"But I like it," Davis whispered "I like it when he hurts me. You just don't see Matt. I can't give this up. I want the pain, I enjoy the pain."

"Davis, there are other places!" Matt said "I know a club where you can go for all this stuff. Okay? I've been there, I've used it."

Davis gave him a shocked look. Matt smiled.

"The band and I do a lot of things," he said "Listen Davis, I can get you in there. A completely stranger, giving you what you want. I can get one of the band to do it to you, hell, I'll do it to you if you want! But you've got to drop Ken. You can't let this continue. Okay? Please?"

Davis looked at Matt. The blue eyes that stared back were filled with deep concern.

"Please?" he repeated softly "Please Davis? What difference would it make? You don't love Ken or even lust after him. There are better ways to get what you want. Safer ways. I don't want you to end up dead."

Davis paused for a long time. Then he nodded.

"Okay," he said softly "I'll stop."

Matt smiled, looking relieved.

"Thank you," he said softly "Thank you Davis."

"But....but will you be able to get me someone else?" Davis asked in a small voice.

Matt nodded.

"Give me a little time," he said "Give me some time and we'll sort everything out. But you promise me you won't go back to Ken in the meanwhile okay? Don't you go back for him for sex while you're waiting."

Davis nodded.

"I promise," he said.

Matt hugged him. Davis was slightly startled but he hugged Matt back.

"I'm okay," he said softly.

"Good," Matt said "Stay that way."

* * * *

A week passed, then another. Davis was feeling restless and frustrated. Matt had promised to find him somebody else but in the mean time he was left by himself with only his fantasies.

He sighed. He'd wouldn't break his promise to Matt. It would be wrong.

Ken drifted into his thoughts. By now, he'd normally have gone back to Ken for more. Ken was probably wondering where he was.

'I'll see you whenever then.'

Ken's words drifted back to him. Davis felt a pang of guilt. It was unfair to leave Ken hanging, wondering. He ought to go and explain at least.

Davis suddenly felt relieved. Something had been nagging at him for the two weeks and now he knew that that had been it. He needed to go and explain.

"I'm going out Jun!" he yelled "I'll be back in about an hour!"

"Where are you going?"

"The park! See ya!"

* * * *

Ken was waiting. At least that was the impression Davis got.

"Davis!" he said, standing up "I was expecting you earlier."

"I know," Davis said softly "Mas - Ken."

Ken blinked at him. Davis thought he'd start yelling but to his surprise, Ken didn't seem really bothered. He walked over and warmly kissed Davis instead. Davis pulled away.

"Ken don't," he said quietly.

"What? What is it?" Ken demanded.

Davis swallowed.

"Ken I don't want this any more," he said "I don't want you to do this any more. I'm sorry but I thought I should come and explain."

"What?" Ken repeated "What do you mean?"

"I just...I don't want this," Davis repeated "I didn't think it was fair to leave you hanging. I'm very sorry."

He turned. Ken grabbed his arm.

"Davis, wait!"

"Ken, let go," Davis said "I have to go."

"But....but why?" Ken asked.

Davis shrugged.

"I just don't want to," he said, trying to keep his voice gentle but emotionless "Sorry Ken."

He began to walk out.

"Davis!" Ken cried.

Davis looked round. Ken stared at him, his face pale.

"Please....don't go," he said "Please don't. Just...stay with me for a while. Please? We don't have to do anything you don't want but please just sit with me?"

Davis looked at him. He didn't know what to do.

"Please?" Ken repeated.

Davis paused. Didn't he owe Ken something? They'd been sleeping together for months now. Wasn't it only fair to give him something?

"Okay," he said after a moment "Just for a little while."

Ken took him into the bedroom and sat him down on a couch. Davis settled uncertainly, not sure what was going to happen.

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Okay," Davis said. He didn't know how to play this, felt very unsure of himself. He'd never just talked to Ken, never spent time with him. That hadn't been the point of their 'relationship'. Ken walked off, then returned with two glasses, filled with something red.

"What is it?" Davis asked.

"Cranberry juice."

Davis gulped it.

"OW! That stings!"

Ken grinned.

"You shouldn't gulp it silly," he scolded "Of course it stings!"

Davis rolled his eyes and sipped at the liquid uncertainly, wondering what it actually was. He assumed it was some sort of alcohol, although where Ken would have got it from he wasn't sure. Ken sat watching him, his gaze intense. He hadn't touched his own glass, was just holding it, swilling the liquid round aimlessly.

"Do you want to listen to some music?"

"Sure?" Davis said after a moment.

Ken went over to a CD player type thing (it wasn't like anything Davis had ever seen). He put in a CD in. Music began to play. Davis recognised the song as Sweet Dreams but it was somebody else's version, not the original.

"Marilyn Manson," Ken said helpfully, sitting down again and looking at Davis. He'd obviously put the song on repeat because it began to play again. Davis didn't really listen to the words. He wasn't all that interested.

"Do you want some more?"

Davis blinked, then realised that he'd finished his glass without meaning to. Shrugging, he nodded. He didn't have anything else to do and just sitting made him feel nervous. Ken refilled his glass. Davis wished that Ken would say something, anything. Sitting there in silence was leaving him uneasy.

But Ken didn't say anything. He just continued to watch until Davis had finished his drink again, then refilled it.

"Is there alcohol in this?" Davis asked, not sure if he should drink any more.

"Only a little," Ken said "You can take it."

Davis shrugged.

"I should go anyway," he said.

"No. Please," Ken said "Just a little longer."

"Ken...."

"Please?"

'Why does he want me to stay?' Davis thought, confused 'It's not like we're doing anything. We aren't even talking.'

Finishing his third drink, he put down the glass and stood up.

"I have to go."

"Davis, please."

Davis shook his head.

"Ken I have to go."

He stumbled, feeling strange. His head was swimming and he felt dizzy.

"Ken..."

Ken's arms wrapped securely round him, holding him tightly.

"I have to go," Davis mumbled.

"No. You don't have to go anywhere."

"Yes I do," Davis muttered, pushing away "I have to go home, I..."

He staggered. His vision was going blurry and he didn't have any strength. His legs gave way and he fell back onto the couch. Ken dropped down with him, cradling Davis in his arms.

"It's all right," he said softly, staring down into his face "It's okay Davis. Don't be afraid."

"What....what have you done to me?" Davis demanded weakly "What was in that drink?"

"Just something to relax you," Ken said, his voice sounding oddly sing-song in Davis's ears "Just let it take you Davis."

"Ken....Ken, I..."

Then darkness crashed in around him and he slid down, limp in Ken's arms.

* * * *

His head was aching. Slowly, Davis forced his eyes open, trying to remember what had happened. He could still hear Sweet Dreams playing softly in the background and that helped remind him. He'd agreed to stay with Ken....Ken had given him a drink...then he'd passed out....

His eyes snapped open properly. He was tied, spread-eagled on the bed, naked. He looked round, panicked.

"Ken? Ken!"

"Hello lover."

Ken was standing in the shadows, watching him.

"Ken!" Davis said "Ken, let me go!"

He tugged at the ropes, struggling.

"Ken! Let me go!"

Ken just stared at him. Davis suddenly felt a tremble of fear run down his spine.

"Ken, let me up! This isn't funny Ken!"

"Who said anything about a joke, slave?"

Davis gulped.

"Don't call me that," he said "Ken, let me go! I have to go home!"

"You don't have to do anything unless I order it," Ken said coldly "I am the Master, not you."

Davis gulped again.

"Ken," he said pleadingly "Please let me go. Please."

Ken stepped forward. He was gripping his whip tightly in his hands.

"Ken, I don't want this!" Davis said "Let me go!"

The whip came down on his back with an electric crack. Davis gave a cry, jerking violently.

"Ken, please stop!"

Ken ignored him completely. He bought the whip down again, slamming it deeply into Davis's back. Davis gasped.

"Ken! Ken, please! Please! Stop! I don't want this!"

"You do," Ken whispered "I know you do Davis. I know you."

"Ken, please!" Davis wailed as the whip came down again "Ken!"

"Silence, slave! You will call me Master!"

Davis gritted his teeth. This couldn't be happening, this really couldn't be happening. Ken couldn't be doing this, Ken wouldn't do this to him if he didn't want it.

But he was. The whip came down again, just as violent, as painful as the last blow. Ken continued, bringing it down over and over.

"Ken, PLEASE!"

It ripped out of Davis's throat, a harsh scream. Ken didn't even seem to react, just bought the whip down again.

"It still arouses you..."

Davis knew it was true, knew he was hard. But that didn't make a difference, he didn't want this!

"Look at you," he heard Ken whisper "Hard and twitching. You're begging for it, aren't you slut?"

"No!" Davis cried "No I don't want this! Please Ken, just stop! Please! Stop this!"

The whip cracked down again, making him scream. Then Ken dropped down beside him, turning Davis's head round for a kiss. Davis tried to turn away but Ken caught him easily, kissing him.

"Ken, stop! I don't want this, please don't!" Davis cried.

"Shhhh," Ken whispered "You know you want this, you know you want me."

"No!" Davis yelled.

Ken kissed him again, his hands moving over Davis's body. Davis began trembling, shaking. He was going into shock from the pain.

"Ken please...."

It was a tiny, hoarse whisper that Ken could barely hear, not that he'd have paid any attention to it if he had heard it. Ken sliced through the ropes, then crushed Davis to him, kissing him violently. Davis let himself go completely limp, not fighting, not responding. He let Ken enter him without even a struggle. The pain that shot through him didn't seem to be affecting him any more. He was just detached, letting Ken use him for whatever he wanted. He only reacted when Ken reached between his legs and squeezed. Then he cried out pitifully, trying to squirm away as Ken stroked him and squeezed him until he came violently, sobbing Ken's name. Ken then rolled off him, pressing close for another kiss, guiding Davis's hand between his own legs. Davis didn't even attempt to stop him, just stroked him until Ken moaned and came.

"Davis...thank you Davis..."

Davis couldn't say anything. As Ken cuddled him close, he started to cry. He couldn't help it.

"Davis?" Ken said "Davis don't cry. Why are you crying?"

Davis just shook his head. Why couldn't Ken understand? Why had Ken done this to him? He'd thought he could trust Ken, why had Ken betrayed him like this?

"Davis, please! Please don't! Don't cry!"

But Davis couldn't stop. Pulling away from Ken, he pressed his face into the pillows and sobbed bitterly with Ken watching him helplessly.

Sweet dreams are made of this,

Who am I to disagree?

Travel the world and the seven seas.

Everybody's looking for something.

Some of them want to use you,

Some of them want to get used by you,

Some of them want to abuse you,

Some of them want to be abused.

The End of the first part.

This fic is not going to end Kensuke or Daiken. I'm letting you know that right now. That pairing is off the cards for this fic. If you want Kensuke, read my 'Celebrations...' fic. Or any of my other stuff. But this is NOT a Kensuke fic. Sorry to those who are disappointed.