Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistakes We Make ❯ Day Two - Interlude ( Chapter 3 )

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

Daisuke startled suddenly awake. His dreams had been filled with a terror that he could not escape, but thankfully no pain; he was keenly disappointed to find himself back in the real world - well, the real digital world - where practically every inch of him seemed to hurt. Deep within his abdomen, he could feel something moving, as the Kaizer's device no doubt grew itself the way he'd been told it would. This didn't hurt for the moment, but his gut twisted at the idea that his own blood was being used to feed and power the thing that would hold him here forever. It didn't seem fair. It was like he was unwittingly supporting his own enslavement.

He could hear the Kaizer breathing softly next to him, and concluded that the other boy must still be asleep. Cautiously, so as not to waken him, Daisuke eased his legs beneath himself and rolled up to a kneeling position. The collar around his neck was still connected to the headboard via the leash, and while he couldn't see how it was fastened to his collar, he could see how it had been latched to the bed. It didn't look all that difficult to open, provided one had the use of one's hands, which he didn't unless he somehow managed to turn completely around without waking the fiend beside him. Frustrated, too frightened of what would be done to him if he was caught actively attempting to escape and certain that he would be caught, he tugged back on the leash a few times and then settled down on his knees, defeated.

Absolutely nothing indicated that the Kaizer was actually not asleep until his master said softly, "Good boy."

Daisuke froze, but the Kaizer only put his arms carefully around his toy and drew him back down into bed. "That's very good," the Kaizer continued, in a low and seductive voice. "You should never try to do things that you know will upset me, even when you think I'm not watching you. I think you deserve a reward for that."

"What?" said Daisuke, unable to comprehend the idea of being rewarded. What on earth sort of twisted "reward" could the Kaizer possibly have in mind?

"Let me teach you why you will enjoy your place someday."

First nuzzling his neck, and then beginning to kiss and lick it, the Kaizer pushed Daisuke onto his back and began to gently touch him, carefully avoiding all of the tender spots and only touching where Daisuke could actually enjoy it. Confused at first, then suspicious, sure that his master would turn on him and hurt him horribly at any moment, Daisuke was a long time in relaxing. However, as minutes turned into almost a quarter-hour of the Kaizer's undivided attention, and absolutely no pain was administered, Daisuke closed his eyes and dared to like it.

Soft lips and softer fingertips stroked over his chest, a wet tongue lapping over his uninjured nipple. His master's hair brushed his skin, and this too Daisuke enjoyed. After a little while, the Kaizer reached around behind his back and freed his arms, which were losing circulation now that he was laying on them, and bound them to the headboard instead. Daisuke did not fight this, nor did he fight the passionate kiss that the Kaizer granted him once this was done, or the demanding tongue that entered his mouth.

To Daisuke's confusion, he was beginning to become erect, and presently the Kaizer's hand wandered down to his erection and gently played with it. Daisuke gasped as his master's hand granted him the first truly pleasant experience of his captivity thus far. He was beginning to feel a bit tingly, and the almost ever-present throbbing pain of his various wounds and hurt places started to fade.

He liked this. A lot. He moved his hips a bit, wanting more of this feeling.

The Kaizer toyed with his penis a little, and then moved on to other things, leaving Daisuke panting for more. This was a completely different sort of torture, sweet and delightful, one that Daisuke could happily suffer forever. The Kaizer kissed him, petted him, stroked him, played with him. He found himself turning his head willingly to the side whenever his master wished to tease his neck, and once with the Kaizer's fingertips lightly pinched his wounded right nipple, the expected flare of pain didn't really hurt. In fact, it almost felt good.

When the Kaizer slid two fingers up inside of Daisuke, his captive only moaned with increased desire, and the fact that the Kaizer's arm was pressed lightly against one of Daisuke's whipped thighs no longer mattered. Feeling completely owned, completely possessed inside and out and liking it at the moment, Daisuke shifted his hips to present his cock for further attention; his sweetly cruel master responded with a brief lick on the head and a wiggle of the fingers within him. For possibly the hundredth time that day, Daisuke resorted to begging, but this time he was begging for more.

"Please," he said, turning his head fitfully to one side and pulling on his wrists. "Master, please."

"Please what?" asked the Kaizer. "What do you want me to do? I'm not promising that I'll do it, but you know I like to hear you beg."

That was a good question. What did he want the Kaizer to do? Daisuke focused on what he'd liked best so far. "Your mouth ... on my ... please."

With an amused chuckle, his master indulged him, and Daisuke gasped and arched his back as the Kaizer's hot, wet mouth closed over his cock. The fingers within him moved as well, and the combination of sensations was incredible. Daisuke groaned and twisted, raising his hips and then lowering them, and then doing it again; this not only moved his cock in and out of the Kaizer's mouth, but it made the invading fingers move in and out of him as well. Feeling as if he finally had control over something that affected himself, Daisuke continued this strong thrusting motion several more times.

Wet sounds came to his ears from the region of his groin as his owner sucked and licked him; it all felt so incredibly good that the events of the past two days faded momentarily in Daisuke's mind. He could feel himself riding a crest of power, a rising wave of sexual energy quite unlike what he felt when he masturbated, considerably more powerful than that. Crying out wordlessly, he tried his damnedest to reach the peak of that crest, rubbing himself against the mouth and fingers of a boy who liked nothing better than to see him in agony to do so.

Just as he felt that he was on the edge of climax, the Kaizer's mouth left him, replaced by a warm hand that enveloped him instead, so that instead of ejaculating into his master's mouth, he did so across his own stomach. Daisuke did not immediately mind this, squirming as he was in the throes of passion, but soon enough the Kaizer's hands left him, and he was abandoned to cool down and recover himself while the Kaizer retired to the bathroom to clean up.

When he realized what the wetness across his belly was, Daisuke flushed, mortified. Not only had the Kaizer succeeded in drawing out the reaction he wanted, controlling Daisuke completely, he'd manipulated Daisuke into making a mess of himself in the process. He really does own me, thought Daisuke bitterly, turning his head to one side in an effort to hide his face. He can make me do whatever he wants, and it's so easy for him.

The Kaizer emerged from the bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel, which he then used to remove the mess from his pet's skin. "There," he said as he gave Daisuke's stomach one last swipe before discarding the towel on the floor. "How did you like that?"

"I hate myself," said Daisuke miserably.

"Why?" asked the Kaizer, his tone curious. When Daisuke did not immediately answer, he prompted, "Come on, don't make me drag it out of you. Be honest now, why do you hate yourself at this specific point in time?"

Closing his eyes, Daisuke said softly, "What you did to me ... you made me like it."

Silence fell for a little while, and Daisuke wondered if he'd said the wrong thing and would be punished for it. Then his master said, "You hate yourself because I can make you feel however I want, is that it?" Daisuke nodded a little, and the Kaizer laughed.

"Of course I can," he said, amused. "I told you, I own you. I can make you feel pain, pleasure, love, hate ... I can make you say whatever I want, do whatever I want, feel whatever I want. You belong completely to me. In time, you'll react exactly as I desire almost instantly, and all of this fooling around with lessons and rewards will be unnecessary. You have no control over anything anymore, not even your own reactions, and the sooner you accept that, the better off you'll be."

The Kaizer leaned down over him, and said, "Look at me." So Daisuke forced himself to open his eyes, looking up at the dark blue of the Kaizer's, as the tinted glasses had been set aside for sleep and not retrieved yet. "Most slaves at least have their thoughts. The freedom to hate their masters, to dream of escape, to hope for release. I know that you hate me now, but believe me when I tell you that someday you won't. I will fill your dreams, crush your hopes, and hold your soul in the palm of my hand. You're only learning now, so I'm cutting you a lot of slack here, but when I'm finished with you, you will know that I own you completely. You have nothing but what I permit you, and I permit you nothing."

Daisuke shivered, but the Kaizer wasn't finished. "Do you know yet why, of everyone, I chose you?"

"No, master," said Daisuke softly.

"Because, deep down inside of you, you like it when I do this to you. You may just think that I'm being unnecessarily cruel when I tell you that I know it when you like something, but I'm only telling you the truth. You liked it when I forced you to submit to sex for the first time yesterday. You liked it when I taught you your first lesson, and that's why you all but demanded the second one. You like it when I hurt you, you like it when I make you comply, and you like it when I use you for my own pleasure."

"No," said Daisuke softly. This wasn't true!

"I know you don't enjoy it," said the Kaizer, by way of clarification. "You fight it too much, I know you're not quite that twisted, not yet anyway. But you like it nevertheless. Think about that a little. Something inside you wants to be controlled and shown its place. Something inside you wants to be in chains, wants to be told what to think and what to feel, and something inside of you wants to be punished. So you see, I'm only giving you what you want."

"No," said Daisuke again, not knowing what else to say. This wasn't true. It couldn't be true! He didn't want to be here, naked and tied to a bed and at the Kaizer's questionable mercy, he wanted to be home and working on math homework. He didn't want to be some kind of sick sex slave, he wanted to roll his eyes at whatever Jun was up to now. "No," breathed Daisuke for the third time.

"Just think about that some," said the Kaizer, reaching up to free Daisuke's wrists from the headboard. They went together behind his back again almost immediately though, leaving him able to move around a little but still helplessly leashed. "And now, I'll be right back. I'm going to go tell Wormmon to bring dinner."

Daisuke lay on the bed while the Kaizer dressed completely and went to do that, alone with his thoughts, wondering if maybe his master was right.

No. No, he's not right. He can't be. I hate him! I do not like this in any way. Yet the Kaizer's words chimed well with what Daisuke himself had been thinking during the last rape. What other explanation was there, for why he was giving in so easily? Easily? Daisuke shut his eyes against bitter tears. Nothing about this was easy.

The various little aches around his body were beginning to come back, although he didn't know why they'd left in the first place. He glanced down at the inflamed mess of his right nipple, remembering that it somehow didn't really hurt when the Kaizer pinched it. It hurt now, sort of, resuming its low-level complaints, but for a moment there it had almost felt good to have it abused. Maybe he really was as depraved as the Kaizer implied.

He shuddered at the thought, and curled himself into a ball, and wished that he'd decided to stay home during that last fight, that he'd never been given a Digivice, that he'd never been born in the first place.

His master returned a few minutes later, with Wormmon following behind him, pushing the cart again; at some point, it must have been removed, but Daisuke hadn't noticed it when that happened. The caterpillar Digimon never even looked at him, but went about his business of setting the table for the Kaizer and serving him dinner, and then taking the cart and his green hide back out at the Kaizer's order. Daisuke sat up, wondering if he would be able to eat something substantial, or if he would be offered it at all. He was more thirsty than anything, but it had occurred to him since breakfast that starving himself was only going to have negative consequences, and besides which his stomach felt better now than it had that morning.

The Kaizer took his time in eating, something that smelled delicious but which Daisuke couldn't really see. He wondered briefly who did all the cooking. It couldn't have been Wormmon, as Daisuke had trouble imagining how the ankle-biter Digimon would reach the counters or sink. He remained where he was, kneeling submissively on the bed, and occupied himself with wondering about this while the Kaizer ate. Gradually, though, Daisuke became aware that he was being watched.

Shaded eyes were watching him steadily, and Daisuke wondered what he was doing wrong. Shifting uncomfortably, desperate to avoid whatever punishment might come from his unknown trespass but unable to figure out what the problem was, Daisuke lowered his head a little to avoid the Kaizer's gaze. A moment later, he heard a light clicking sound as his master set down his chopsticks and rose to approach him.

Daisuke's mind whirled. What had he done? What was going to be done to him now? He doubted that there was any way out of it, but he searched his mind for options anyway, shutting his eyes and flinching as he heard his owner's footsteps stop at the edge of the bed.

However, nothing happened. A long minute passed, and Daisuke began to uncurl from his anticipatory cower. Another minute, and he dared to glance over at the Kaizer, who was still just standing there, looking at him, and who didn't react one way or another when Daisuke sneaked a peek at him. After the third minute, Daisuke couldn't handle the pressure anymore. He started to ask, found that he had no voice, and cleared his throat to ask again.

"What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, yet," said that Kaizer coolly. "Why, do you want me to hurt you more already? I would have thought that you'd had enough for the day, but I'm flexible."

"No! No, please, no more," whispered Daisuke, flinching again.

"Then what makes you think that you've done something wrong?"

"You're wa-atching me."

The Kaizer was silent a moment, and when he replied, his voice was low and dangerous. "Do you think it's wrong that I watch you then?"

"No!" said Daisuke hastily. "No, master, nothing like that! Nothing you could do to me is wrong." I don't really believe that, Daisuke told himself silently, as a way to stitch together the ripped fragments of his ego. I'm just saying that so he won't hurt me, I don't believe it, I don't believe it.

Another moment of silence while Daisuke prayed silently to be believed, although to what deity he couldn't have named if he'd tried. Then the Kaizer said, "I'm watching you because you're one of my most beautiful possessions, especially in the position you're in. I think you were born for this, you know. Maybe I'll keep the leash on you after all, even when I don't have to anymore, you just look so good in it."

Gloved fingers hooked beneath Daisuke's collar and pulled him up for a deep kiss with his master. He whimpered a little, but did not fight it - if he fought it, he would be punished, the Kaizer had promised it. Then he was yanked off the bed entirely. "Come on and eat," said the Kaizer.

Eating turned out to be a difficult affair. The Kaizer put Daisuke's dinner into a bowl and set it on the floor, and made him eat it with his hands still chained together behind his back while his master held his leash. There was a definite trick to feeding oneself under these circumstances, and it took awhile for Daisuke to learn it. It didn't really help that dinner was rice with fried vegetables, and it was really difficult to get a decent mouthful with his nose all but buried in his meal. After Daisuke had eaten all that he could, he was given another bowl full of water, which he spent quite some time lapping up with his tongue, getting his nostrils full of water on every other attempt. He didn't dare complain, or ask for anything different.

In the end, though, he was decently fed and watered, and the Kaizer wiped off his face for him as well. "There now," said the Kaizer, as he discarded the cloth he'd used to clean off Daisuke's face. "Feeling better?"

"Yes, master," said Daisuke quietly.

"Good." He was then allowed to use the toilet again, and the Kaizer insisted that he bathe again. Daisuke had never before in his life had two baths in the same day, and he'd never tried to take one with his hands behind his back, as the Kaizer bound them back again just before instructing him to bathe. Fortunately, or perhaps not, the Kaizer did most of the scrubbing on him, and paid particular attention to his sore nipple and his damaged inner thighs, which turned bathing into a sort of light torture in itself. Daisuke's wounded spots were stinging fiercely and hurt to be breathed upon when his master was done.

Dried off, but still damp beneath the collar and cuffs, Daisuke was then leashed to the bed again while Wormmon made his expected appearance to clean up the dishes. Neither human slave nor Digimon looked at each other.

The Kaizer sat down in front of Daisuke and said, "You're being very obedient. Tell me why."

Whispering, Daisuke replied, "I don't want you to hurt me any more."

"What makes you think that I won't hurt you just because you're being a good boy? Do you honestly think that I'm going to grant you the power to avoid pain, simply by doing what I want? I already told you that I allow you nothing, and then you make this assumption?"

"Please," said Daisuke, marveling that his voice came out so soft and pathetic. "You said ..." He broke off. It was true that the Kaizer had told him that being good would spare him some torture, but he'd also made it clear that it wouldn't allow him to avoid it all.

The Kaizer's fingers brushed Daisuke's thigh, hypersensitized by the scrubbing and the stinging soap. "You have no power over anything. You cannot avoid being tortured, no matter what you do. Only I have the power to grant you what you want, and I choose to withhold it, because it amuses me to watch you squirm." Taking a generous pinch of wounded and protesting flesh, the Kaizer wrenched it cruelly, and Daisuke fell against him, sobbing in pain. "Such simple things, your desires have become," continued the Kaizer, his voice soothing while his fingers brutally kneaded tender, injured skin. "The ability to relax, freedom from pain, and yet I keep such simple things from you. Things that almost every other human being can have at will. I'm sure you're asking yourself why."

Curling his hands into helpless fists, Daisuke wept in agony onto the smooth golden metal that sheathed the Kaizer's shoulder. His tears rolled off, leaving no stain behind, no mark of their passage. He cried out again when the Kaizer's other hand came up to twist his nipple. He wasn't asking himself anything at this moment, really; his mind was too full of these unpleasant sensations, too occupied with shame that he was resting against the very person who was causing him such torment.

"I deny you these things because I own you. No other reason than my whim. Isn't that terribly unfair of me?"

"Master, pl-please," sobbed Daisuke.

"Tomorrow, I think we'll have another lesson," said the Kaizer briskly, as he ceased his actions and pushed Daisuke down onto his back on the bed. Daisuke felt chill at the words. "This time, I'll teach you that being obedient won't save you from my lessons. Won't that be fun?"

"No, please," said Daisuke.

"Oh, don't lie, you know you say stupid things like that on purpose to provoke me." A possessive hand ran down Daisuke's body, and he twisted his wrists a little, deeply certain that he was about to be raped again. The Kaizer did not disappoint him, and a short while later he was on his belly on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor and his legs bound with his knees spread, in much the same position the Kaizer had placed him in the very first time.

Daisuke felt utterly helpless, even more so than before, as he waited with horrible patience for the Kaizer to begin. He was starting to lose count of the number of times that he'd been raped already, and he tried to distract himself by tallying it up. Six, this would make six, if he didn't count what the Kaizer had done to him upon waking up from their nap ...

He whimpered a little as his master took him again, and not only because the Kaizer grabbed a handful of hair on the back of his head and twisted it until Daisuke felt it was in danger of being torn out. This was the epitome of his slavery, tied down and abused for the sexual pleasure of another, unable to move even a single inch in a constructive direction. He cried softly, wanting to press his face shamefully down into the mattress but prevented by the grip on his hair, hating this, dreading the promised "lesson" scheduled for the next day. Why couldn't he seem to avoid these? No matter what he did, the Kaizer seemed able to twist it into the need for another lesson. He had tried this time, he really had! And it hadn't gotten him anywhere.

Grunting softly, his master thrust into him hard and climaxed; a little while later, Daisuke found his legs unbound and himself shoved roughly onto the bed as the Kaizer moved about shutting off lights. Good, it was time to sleep. Sleep was fast becoming Daisuke's favorite activity.

After the Kaizer undressed and snuggled up behind him, his master threw a careless arm across his waist and whispered, "Look forward to tomorrow's lesson, pet. It'll be a special one."

The exhausted slave didn't sleep very well after all.