Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistakes We Make ❯ Day Two - Morning and Afternoon ( Chapter 2 )

Daisuke was wakened the next morning by the smell of breakfast - at least, he assumed it was morning. At first, he believed that the entire awful experience of the day before was just a dream, but when he tried to sit up and found himself still tightly bound and leashed to the bed, he bit back a wave of disappointment that it wasn't. Since his feet were untied at the moment, he was able to rise up to his knees and take a look around for practically the first time.

The room he was in was square and paneled in plates of cold black steel, riveted together with no thought of aesthetics and covered with closely-scribed digital world runes - the code that the Kaizer had spoken of earlier. Aside from the table with the chains on it and the bed, there were a few chairs, another table at which the Kaizer was busy eating, and two doors. One was closed, and presumably led to the rest of the fortress, while the other was open and visibly led to a large bathroom.

"Welcome back to the world of the living and conscious," said the Kaizer, who was already dressed again right down to the violet-lensed glasses, although his gloves were missing. "Sleep well?"

Daisuke hadn't, so he shook his head. The Kaizer smiled.

"I expect that will change as you become more accustomed to your new life here. Hungry?"

Daisuke shook his head again, although this time it was a lie. His stomach felt a bit queasy, but he was definitely hungry, and wanted something light and cool like the honeydew melon that the Kaizer was carelessly seeding and carving into thin slices. New determination had come to him in his dreams, and he didn't want to give the Kaizer the satisfaction of knowing that he was suffering.

Licking his fingers, the Kaizer picked up the plate of sliced honeydew and came over to the bed. "Are you sure? You need to keep up your strength, you know, and I'm going to start putting the control device in you as soon as breakfast is over. Don't you want to make breakfast last as long as possible?" That beatific smile returned to the Kaizer's lips as he held up a slice of melon.

Staring at the Kaizer for a long thirty seconds, Daisuke gave in to this logic, to his hunger, and to the cold fear that shrank his testicles. He dipped his head down to the Kaizer's fingers and snagged the slice of melon. It was just as sweet and liquid as he'd expected, and it settled his stomach a little. The Kaizer fed him more, pressing him down to lay on his back on the bed and presenting him with a fresh slice whenever he swallowed the last. Being fed like this wasn't too bad, almost romantic, and Daisuke thought that he might have been able to enjoy it in other circumstances.

Rather suddenly, the Kaizer's lips brushed his, and the Kaizer's tongue ran over his lower lip. Daisuke's eyes shot open, but upon reflection he decided that he should have expected something like this. The Kaizer was insane, after all, and thought that raping and torturing Daisuke was a good way to "appreciate" him, why shouldn't he try to kiss his victim too? Daisuke whimpered with his own helplessness.

The Kaizer kissed him for a long time, licking the melon juice off Daisuke's lips and cheeks. Then he lifted himself off the other boy and pulled on Daisuke's legs to move him to the edge of the bed.

"Don't," said Daisuke softly, dreading another session of being the Kaizer's sex object. "Please."

"Please what?" asked the Kaizer. Daisuke swallowed, knowing what the dark-haired boy wanted, knowing that he'd be really asking for it if he didn't provide it. He screwed his eyes shut.

"Please ... master," whispered Daisuke.

"Very good," said the Kaizer approvingly. He opened the front of his pants to expose his erect cock, and reached over to the table to collect a tube of something that Daisuke could only presume was the lubricant that kept the Kaizer from tearing him to shreds. "I'm still going to take you, but I'll be gentle with you because you're being a good boy."

"No," said Daisuke faintly. "Please, don't."

After wiping a swift handful of lubricant down his waiting penis, the Kaizer leaned over Daisuke and slipped an arm under the other boy's knee, pressing against it and lifting his leg up to expose the desired opening. "You're my slave," said the Kaizer, as he paused at the entrance, dragging out the moment. "My beautiful sex slave, bound, collared, and helpless to resist me. Beg some more, Daisuke. Your emotional pain is even sweeter than your physical pain."

Daisuke closed his eyes, fresh tears spilling out of them as the Kaizer roughly entered him. It was all unfortunately true, and the Kaizer proved it with every thrust. It hurt a little less this time, Daisuke thought, or perhaps he was just becoming used to the pain; that changed when the Kaizer reached down and tweaked his right nipple, which turned out to still be sore and tender. Daisuke yelped and squirmed.

"You're not being good anymore," said the Kaizer huskily. "I told you to beg."

"Please stop, master," whispered Daisuke, and the sharp pain in his nipple ceased. Unwilling to provoke the Kaizer further, Daisuke continued, "Let me go, stop hurting me, please!"

His master groaned, low in his throat, and leaned against Daisuke's raised thigh as he sped up his thrusts a little. It turns him on, Daisuke realized. He likes hearing that. The power granted by this knowledge was slight indeed, only the ability to shorten the duration of his rape by verbally stroking his rapist to climax, but it was something, and up until now, Daisuke had had nothing. So he begged more, and writhed around, and put all of his fear and despair into his voice, until the Kaizer bit his knee and orgasmed.

Daisuke watched the Kaizer's face, surprised. As he came, the Kaizer's expression relaxed, his eyes closed, and, for a moment, a look of peace crossed his face. It was unbelievable, that someone that pretty could be so horrible. This angel leaning his weight against him and stretching the tendons in his thigh so cruelly was the same person who had just raped him for the third time, and who had spent the day before making him scream.

The Kaizer's hand went down to Daisuke's groin and played idly with Daisuke's penis, making his slave flush in embarrassment at being handled. "You'll enjoy this as much as I do, someday," he said dreamily.

No, I won't, Daisuke promised himself. I will never enjoy this.

Pulling himself out of Daisuke, the Kaizer stretched, rearranged his clothing, and then freed the end of Daisuke's leash from the headboard. "Come along," he said. "Don't make me drag you."

Daisuke awkwardly rolled off the bed and to his feet, feeling tender as he followed behind his master and apprehensive as to what was next. Instead of chaining him back to that awful table, though, as Daisuke expected, the Kaizer picked up a short whip and led him into the bathroom.

There, he unbound Daisuke's arms and let him use the toilet and bathe. The Kaizer held the end of his leash the whole time, and occasionally flicked him with the whip whenever Daisuke started to contemplate escape; it was almost as if the other boy could read his mind, but after a little consideration, Daisuke decided that wasn't it. The longing glances that he cast toward the closed door out in the main room were certainly clue enough.

Daisuke took the opportunity to survey the damage that had been done to him physically, as this allowed him to ignore the emotional wounds that were clamoring for attention. His knees and legs were cut up in a few places from the fall he'd taken from Raidramon's back, and his hands were scraped along the palms. His right nipple was still an angry reddish colour where it wasn't a darkish blue-black with bruising, and it hurt to look at, much less touch. A few other bruises were present on his arms and knees, and his wrists had chafed. His rear still felt like something was torn, but not as much as yesterday. All in all, not too bad. Yet.

The Kaizer watched him throughout, and made him wash thoroughly, even behind his ears, and got down on his knees beside the tub to wash Daisuke's back where Daisuke couldn't reach. Daisuke endured this in silence. I'm a pet, and he treats me like one.

After the bath, the Kaizer scrubbed him carelessly down with a towel and led him back out into the main room. He then chained Daisuke to the table, an operation that Daisuke fought; there was no way he was going to meekly submit to whatever awful thing the Kaizer had in mind for him, and so he attempted to suddenly punch the dark-haired boy. The Kaizer evaded this bit of violence easily and retaliated by kicking Daisuke's feet out from under him and yanking on the leash, which together succeeded in causing Daisuke to fall to the ground. The Kaizer followed this with a stunning kick to Daisuke's temple, and by the time Daisuke regained his senses, he was stretched out on his back on the table and restrained.

Shaking his head, the Kaizer tsked and said, "Daisuke, Daisuke ... what was the purpose behind that?"

"Just leave me alone," said Daisuke with despair. "Just let me go, please."

The Kaizer's hand ran tenderly over his face. "I know you don't really mean that."

Daisuke whispered again, "Please let me go."

Smiling, the Kaizer kissed his cheek. "It'll be all right, you'll see." With a final caress, he walked away.

Tears running down his temples, Daisuke waited helplessly for the day's next horror, and it turned out to be a long wait. After chaining his slave down, the Kaizer elected to have a bath himself, and took his time at it. As the clenching fear gradually uncurled out of Daisuke's stomach, he sniffled and looked around, growing bored until the closed door clicked and opened.

Twisting eagerly around, Daisuke looked to see who it was. Maybe he was being rescued! He wouldn't like being found by his friends like this, but it was certainly a better alternative to staying here.

However, from Daisuke's rather bad vantage point, he at first saw nobody. Then something moved at the table where the Kaizer had taken his breakfast, and Daisuke's heart sank when he recognized that it was only Wormmon, come to clean up the dishes.

It took several trips for the little insect Digimon to completely remove all of the dirty dishes, and then he came back one last time to wipe off the table. Daisuke hazarded conversation.

"Hey there," he whispered loudly.

Wormmon startled, giving Daisuke a hunted look for a moment, and then relaxed. "H-hello," he replied.

"Could you do me a favor and let me loose?"

Shaking his head sharply, Wormmon swiftly wiped up the last of the crumbs and hopped down off the table. He said nothing.

"Come on, please?" asked Daisuke, ashamed when his voice cracked a little from his terror. "Wormmon!"

But the Digimon was gone, and the door closed again. Groaning in frustration, Daisuke tugged at the chains holding him, hoping without hope that he could find a weak spot or somehow wiggle free.

A few minutes later, the Kaizer emerged from the bathroom, looking damp, self-satisfied, and pleased with himself. He immediately came over and kissed Daisuke deeply; Daisuke tried to turn his head away, but was caught under the chin and forced to accept it.

Releasing his captive, the Kaizer straightened up and brushed off his sleeve. "Ready?"

"For what?" asked Daisuke in a small voice.

"To become irrevocably mine of course." From somewhere under the table, the Kaizer produced a palm-sized box of clear plastic or glass. Inside was something small, black, and vaguely spider-like that made Daisuke's skin crawl just looking at it. The Kaizer shook the box, and the fingernail-sized thing inside moved.

It's a Digimon, thought Daisuke. A little Digimon.

"This is my own invention," said Ken, adopting a lightly pedantic tone. "I suppose you could call it a Digimon, but it isn't really a Digimon in the sense that you know them. It has only one purpose in life, and that is cause Motomiya Daisuke unbearable pain." Laying the box beside Daisuke's hip, the Kaizer traced down the center of his abdomen with one finger. "What it's going to do is burrow into your body and attach itself to your spine and your bloodstream. Over the next few days, it will use nourishment that it gains from your own blood to grow tendrils out into most of your major organs. Then it will go dormant, for so long as you remain in this room."

Daisuke swallowed, his throat going suddenly dry. The Kaizer continued, "The code in here will keep it quiet and happy, but if you leave, it will get a bit ticked off and punish you for it. You may not believe this now, but practically everything inside you here is not only capable of feeling pain, but also capable of making you go almost insane with it. Believe me, nothing that I will do to you in here will compare to it. You'll wish that you could die from it, but your pet won't kill you, just make you wish that you could kill yourself."

"Don't," whispered Daisuke, afraid.

"You'll thank me later."

The Kaizer then did something on the bottom of the box and pressed it hard against Daisuke's belly, just below his breastbone, before pulling a little sliding door so that the thing inside was able to contact Daisuke's skin. There must have been some kind of adhesive on the box, because it stuck and didn't come off when Daisuke, in terror and horror, thrashed wildly from side to side. He wanted this thing off, wanted to get away from the Digimon-device that he could feel tapping against his skin.

The tapping didn't last long, though. A sharp, biting pain materialized under the spot where it was clinging to him and then, slowly and relentlessly, the biting sensation burrowed into him along with the black device. Daisuke threw his head back and screamed.

The thing moved through him slowly and with care, and Daisuke writhed in agony as it did. After a few minutes, the Kaizer removed the clear box from his belly and wiped off the spot of blood where the device entered him; then he settled down and watched Daisuke scream with interest. Daisuke was vaguely aware of this through the haze of burning pain that was extending deeper into his body. He was slightly more aware of it when the Kaizer began to gently stroke him, and when the Kaizer briefly removed the chains from his wrists and ankles to roll him onto his stomach, he squirmed as the change in position renewed some of the pain from the device's passing. The Kaizer quickly fastened him to the table again, though, just face-down.

Daisuke was crying freely, begging for the Kaizer to put a stop to this, all of his attention focused on the thing that he could feel moving within him. His hips were lifted, and a folded pillow inserted beneath them, raising his buttocks into the air, and this too only intensified the already unbearable pain. As the Kaizer joined him up on the table, kissing his back and then kneeling behind him, Daisuke screamed for him to stop; the torture of having this thing burrowing into him was bad enough without the Kaizer throwing another rape into the mix on top of it.

Inevitably, the Kaizer did as he pleased and not as pleased his slave. Strung out on agony, Daisuke's muscles were clamped tightly down, and the Kaizer had to brutally force himself inside. Once that was done, however, he barely moved at all, leaning down over his victim's back and letting Daisuke's struggles stimulate him. It took a few minutes for Daisuke's stretched-out brain to comprehend this, and when he did it tore another bleeding wound across his mind.

He's using my pain to get off. I'm fucking him because I can't hold still. Daisuke's screams took on a new, desperate note at this fresh humiliation.

Daisuke soon lost track of time, as time became the period between one moment of torment and the next, and so he had no idea how long he lay fastened to the table, screaming. His voice went hoarse at some point, and at another point the Kaizer came inside him and eventually withdrew again.

Then, after what might have been a thousand years, the thing reached its destination ... and stopped.

The sudden cessation of almost all of the agony Daisuke had been subjected to was heavenly. He went limp, panting for breath and sick to his stomach, too weak to move and perfectly content to do nothing so long as he could remain in this cotton-wrapped world where nothing was actively hurting him. His ears rang and a dull headache was starting somewhere between his temples but, comparatively speaking, this state of affairs was absolutely divine.

"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" said the Kaizer, laying a hand on Daisuke's sweaty back and petting gently before unlocking the cuffs that held Daisuke down. "And just think, in a few days you'll be free to walk around as you like." He unhooked Daisuke's leash from the corner of the table and gave it a tug.

"Please don't make me move," whispered Daisuke.

So the Kaizer gently picked him up and carried him over to the bed, where he laid Daisuke down atop the blankets. Daisuke rolled onto his side to press his cheek to the cool fabric. "Just kill me," he murmured, hating the Kaizer, hating himself.

"Where would be the fun in that?" asked the Kaizer, sounding far away. Something liquid poured, and a few moments later he sat down on the edge of the bed and laid a hand on Daisuke's shoulder. "Come on, sit up."

At the Kaizer's insistence, Daisuke was hauled semi-upright, reclining against his tormentor's chest, with a blue-clad arm around his shoulders and the folds of the Kaizer's cloak warming him. A glass was tilted against Daisuke's lips, and he eagerly drank. The water tasted like rain and freedom, and soothed his hot, raw throat.

When Daisuke had had enough, the Kaizer set the glass aside and lightly stroked his slave's cheek with the backs of his fingers. "I told you this would be hard on you," he said softly, almost tenderly. "But, if you're a good boy, the worst is over." Daisuke did not reply, and they sat there like that for several minutes, until Daisuke began to become drowsy. He could almost forget that the arms cradling him belonged to the Kaizer, that the fingers stroking his cheek could just as quickly turn to hurt him. He was comfortable, he didn't hurt in any significant way, and nothing was threatening for the immediate future. This was almost ... pleasant, at the moment anyway.

The door clicked and opened, the Kaizer stiffened against him, and Daisuke momentarily panicked. A relaxed Kaizer was apparently a gentle Kaizer, and Daisuke was certain that, if roused, the Kaizer would remember whatever devious torture he had in mind for Daisuke next. However, the interruption turned out to be Wormmon, pushing a cart that carried lunch.

The Kaizer beckoned to his Digimon, and the cart was brought up beside the bed, after which the Kaizer summarily ordered Wormmon out again. Wormmon cast the Kaizer a look of longing, and then Daisuke one of pure jealousy before trundling out. The Kaizer twitched and glared at the Digimon's back, but said nothing.

Lunch was savory curry over rice, along with a variety of fruit that Daisuke wanted a lot more than the heavier main dish. The Kaizer let him have it all, rubbing his back while he ate and occasionally playing with his hair. After maybe ten minutes of this, Daisuke's frozen mind unlocked a little and he became confused.

Being Daisuke, and being encouraged by the Kaizer's non-violent behavior, he decided to ask. "Why are you pretending to care about me?"

"I do care about you," said the Kaizer softly.

"If you cared about me, you wouldn't do all these things to me."

Resting his chin atop Daisuke's head, the Kaizer said, "What things? Bringing out the best in you? How silly you are."

"I want to go home," said Daisuke in a small voice.

"But you are home. This is your home now."

"I want to go to my old home. Why can't you just l-let me go?" Overwhelmed with hopelessness, Daisuke was starting to cry again.

"Shhhh," said the Kaizer, wrapping both arms around Daisuke and rocking him. "It's all right. It'll be all right."

"No it's not!" said Daisuke, rage and despair mixing together in his voice. He huddled himself down into a ball, wanting to force the Kaizer off of him but knowing that it would not only be useless, but would invite punishment. "You're hurting me and using me and trying to brainwash me or something, and it's wrong!"

Gloved fingers under his chin forced his face up. He met the Kaizer's stern look for a moment before looking away, not wanting to gaze into the eyes of such cruelty, no matter that they were shielded behind tinted lenses. "Listen to me. It's not wrong, and I want you to get such stupid ideas out of your head this instant. You belong to me, and I have every right to do whatever I want with you. You exist for my pleasure. Are we going to have to have another lesson to that effect?"

Daisuke flinched involuntarily and said hastily, "No, please don't."

"Hmm. I think you want one. Is that it?" Releasing Daisuke's chin, the Kaizer brushed his hand down the boy's chest and over his nipple. Daisuke hissed as the sore flesh was touched, and cupped his hand protectively over it. The Kaizer frowned and grabbed both of Daisuke's wrists, forcing his arms apart and away from his body, while Daisuke, who knew that he'd blundered into a Critical Error but couldn't help trying to protect himself or objecting to his treatment, shut his eyes in terror.

"Look at you, practically begging for it," said the Kaizer. He stood up abruptly and pulled Daisuke to his feet. Daisuke struggled and pulled back against the grip on his wrists, but nothing was to his advantage here and he couldn't get loose. He was dragged across the room to the dreaded table where he'd already spent all morning.

Daisuke fell to his knees before the Kaizer could haul him up onto it. "Please, master, don't, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"If you were sorry, you wouldn't be thinking such things in the first place," said the Kaizer as he forced Daisuke up and chained his wrists to the corners.

Daisuke tugged and pulled on the restraints, knowing that he couldn't get loose but panicking anyway. The Kaizer had a slightly more difficult time getting his feet chained, but inevitably Daisuke found himself once again stretched out before the Kaizer, his body exposed and ready.

"What was your first lesson?" asked the Kaizer.

Daisuke swallowed, and said, "That I'm to call you 'master,' and not by your name." Something shriveled inside him, to say this, admit that the lesson had been learned, but he was anxious to stave off as much pain as he could. The Kaizer nodded in approval.

"Your second lesson is going to be a little more complicated, and I hope your brain can grasp it. Maybe I'll have to hurt you very badly just to make sure it fixes itself somewhere in there. You exist for my pleasure, I own you, and I can do whatever I want with you. You're not to foolishly try to protect yourself from my attentions, you're not to think that it's somehow wrong for me to play with you, and I'm getting rather tired of having to fight with you all the time too."

Staring at him in shock, Daisuke didn't know what to say. Surely the Kaizer didn't expect him to cooperate, did he? Did he?

Apparently, he did, because the Kaizer continued, "From now on, I want you to make a conscious effort to be docile and compliant, like a good little pet. Do you understand?"

"You can't be serious," whispered Daisuke.

"I am very serious. You are allowed to beg me for mercy, provided that you do it properly, but if I choose not to show it, you are accept whatever I throw your way gracefully." The Kaizer ran a possessive hand down Daisuke's chest, flank, and thigh, and then trailed the fingers back up the sensitive inner thigh.

Daisuke shivered. The Kaizer reached down and pulled some retractable straps out of slots in the table that had been all but invisible until their existence was pointed out this way; he then looped these around Daisuke's legs just above the knees and fastened them. A little winching then forced the captive's thighs to spread, exposing the delicate inner surfaces and everything there was to see of Daisuke's genitals. Daisuke squirmed while the Kaizer ran his hand heavily over the inner thighs and cupped his testicles in one hand.

"You don't need these, you know," said the Kaizer conversationally. "In fact, I probably ought to take them off now, so that you never lose your boyish looks or that charmingly high-pitched voice."

Daisuke started to sweat with fear and closed his eyes, but then the Kaizer's hand left him. "Of course, if I did that, I wouldn't be able to use them to hurt you. What painful decisions are ahead of us, eh, Daisuke?"

A strange sound, full of air and whistling, confused Daisuke for just an instant before shock coursed through him. His left thigh went numb, and then blossomed into burning agony. His body jerking as if electrified, Daisuke clenched his teeth and bit down the instinctive cry that wanted to come out. The whistling sound came again, and he couldn't bite it completely back this time when the same thing repeated on his right thigh. When the whistle came a third time, Daisuke flinched before it struck, and by the fourth he was crying out.

In spite of the Kaizer's promise not to scar him much, Daisuke figured out pretty quickly that he was being whipped. The first few strikes hurt, certainly, but most of the pain was translated to shock. The next few, overlapping the first and after the initial reaction of surprise and adrenaline wore off, hurt far worse. Yelling freely, Daisuke pulled and fought the chains holding him down, and fought the straps that kept his legs apart and the tender surfaces that the Kaizer was whipping exposed. Tears ran down his face, but he was barely conscious of them, and he begged shamelessly for the Kaizer to stop.

After a long time, the Kaizer did stop, and ran a hand over the burning flesh of Daisuke's inner thigh. Flushed and sweating, Daisuke bit his lip and sobbed.

"What was lesson number one again?" asked the Kaizer, his voice light and almost amused.

"M-m-m-master," panted Daisuke, and then he groaned with pain as the Kaizer's fingers dug into his tortured thigh.

"Succinct, but acceptable. Now, what's lesson number two?"

It took a bit longer for Daisuke to drag this one out. "You w-w-want me t-to beh-h-h-have, because I bel-long to you. Please don't h-hurt me ..."

"Hmm." The Kaizer's hand left his thigh, and then his master said, "And is it right and proper that I amuse myself with you in whatever way I wish?"

"Yes," whispered Daisuke, and something died a little more inside him.

He was given a split-second's warning by the whistle of the whip just before it came crashing down against his right testicle. Daisuke screamed, his body instinctively attempting to curl up to protect the injury, but of course this was impossible. He twitched in his restraints afterward, swallowing hard to keep from vomiting.

"So you think it was okay that I just did that to you," said the Kaizer, sounding so cool and dapper, and above all unhurt, that Daisuke wanted to kill him. He could taste bile in the back of his throat. After a few moments, the Kaizer tapped him painfully on his inflamed thigh and said, "Answer me!" A hint of displeasure crept into his master's voice for the first time, and Daisuke shriveled with terror.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, master."

"Yes, master, what?" Daisuke flinched, certain that he was going to be tortured some more, just from the tone of the Kaizer's voice. He knew what his master wanted to hear, and the slow-to-extinguish flame of defiance made it difficult to say.

So he kept his eyes closed as self-preservation forced him to say it, so that his pride could pretend that nobody was listening. "Yes, master, it's ok-kay for you to do th-things like that to me." He coughed and swallowed again, as the moment of threatened sickness passed.

"I think you're just saying that so I'll let you off the hook," said the Kaizer.

This was actually true, but Daisuke was frantic that the Kaizer not believe it. "I'm not just saying it, please, master, believe me, I'm not! Please ... forgive me, I'm sorry I said what I did earlier, master ..."

"Hmm. Very well. But if I catch you forgetting this lesson, I'm going to be a lot worse on you next time."

"I won't forget it!" And this, at least, was nothing but the honest truth. Daisuke would never forget this.

The Kaizer released him and dragged him by the wrists over to the bed, where his leash was fastened to the headboard again and his hands once again bound behind his back. Completely aware by now of what was expected of him, Daisuke obediently knelt on the mattress and braced himself, shivering lest the Kaizer think that he wasn't participating fully in his own rape. Ungentle hands forced him to bend over and pressed his face into the mattress, and a moment later his aroused owner shoved himself inside.

As Daisuke wept silently, having difficulty breathing and wondering if he would really mind all that much if the Kaizer smothered him right here and now, he pondered the rapidity with which he had been bent to the Kaizer's will. Granted, he'd been tortured almost constantly for at least twenty-four hours now, but shouldn't he have been able to put up more of a fight? Why couldn't he seem to spit the Kaizer's "lessons" back into his face? It seemed to Daisuke that he had learned fear and obedience awfully quickly, and he burned with shame at it. He should be denying the Kaizer everything that he was after, and instead he just seemed to keep providing precisely what the dark-haired sadist seemed to want : excuses to torture him, and then submission.

The Kaizer panted against his back, thrusting forcefully into him over and over. He was even getting used to this, and he whimpered knowing it. Every motion hurt in some fashion, either from the Kaizer's legs brushing against his whipped thighs or the Kaizer's cock crushing his bruised rectum, and yet Daisuke found these little pains quite bearable in contrast to what he'd been through already. It was with a sensation almost like disappointment that he felt the Kaizer climax.

Kissing him and running languid hands over his back, the Kaizer instructed his slave to lie down, and Daisuke complied. "We'll just have a nap before dinner," said the Kaizer sleepily into his ear. Exhausted and relieved to be able to escape this hell for a little while, Daisuke whispered back his gratitude to his generous master and closed his eyes.