Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistakes We Make ❯ Day Three - Lesson Three ( Chapter 4 )

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

At some point during the dark of the night, Daisuke fell into fitful sleep, and so he once again got the opportunity to experience waking up from awful dreams into a more awful reality.

As before, his master was already up and about when Daisuke opened his eyes, but this time breakfast seemed to be over by the time Daisuke roused himself. The ruins of the Kaizer's meal had been shoved aside and a laptop computer set up on the table. Daisuke closed his eyes again, wanting to forget that he'd ever opened them in the first place. However, one of his arms had fallen asleep during the night, because he was laying on it, and he had to shift a little to get blood flowing back into it.

"I saw that," said the Kaizer cheerfully. Keys clicked as he typed. "You may as well get up and look at the present I've made for you."

Fairly certain that he would regret it, Daisuke sat up and looked around the room for the "present," and located it almost immediately. Against one wall, an enormous monitor screen had been placed. It wasn't a television, per se, like the ones that could be used to open Digiports, but rather a perfectly flat screen that seemed to have no depth at all. Nevertheless, had Daisuke had his Digivice, he would have tried opening a Digiport on it anyway. It was currently displaying lines of code that altered as the Kaizer typed, and Daisuke guessed that it was linked somehow to the laptop.

Facing it was a thick pole, perhaps ten feet high, that sported a pair of dangling manacles and something that looked disturbingly like a erect penis decorated all over with round metal studs. Another pair of cuffs lay limply on the floor. Blinking, Daisuke hoped that his mind was drawing all the wrong conclusions, but knowing his master, he wasn't all that optimistic.

"What are you going to do to me?" he asked softly, not really wanting to hear the answer, but at the same time anxious to know that things weren't what they looked to be.

"You'll find out soon enough," said the Kaizer. "I'll be done in a few minutes, just sit quietly and be patient."

Although this idea wasn't calculated to make Daisuke more comfortable, he was perfectly willing to sit quietly and be patient. In fact, the longer he had to be patient, in his opinion, the better, although at the moment he would have liked something to eat at least. The Kaizer didn't offer him anything, though, and he wasn't willing to draw attention to himself by asking.

The promised few minutes passed all too quickly. The Kaizer saved his file and did something with it that displayed on the screen as a slowly-filling status bar, and then stood up to approach his slave. Daisuke tried not to cringe, and almost succeeded.

Daisuke was not given breakfast this morning, although he was freed from his cuffs, allowed to drink as much as he wanted and use the toilet, and required to bathe yet again. He wondered to himself, as the Kaizer watched him wash, why his master insisted that he bathe so frequently. His mother only made him take baths twice a week or if he got himself dirty while playing, and only recently had she demanded that he do it that often. He'd just had a bath the night before, and now here he was taking another one. Not that he minded, really, as it delayed whatever was in store for him, but it still made him wonder.

Once the bath was over, the Kaizer led him by the leash over to the pole that faced the monitor screen. Daisuke had to consciously make himself approach it, as his instinct was to get as far away from it as possible. Fighting his master's wishes, though, would only get him hurt worse than he was already slated to suffer. The status bar, displayed by the screen, was almost full now.

Daisuke's hands were lifted and buckled into the cuffs that hung from the pole, each manacle closed with a tiny lock that would ensure that he wouldn't be able to get them open. Then the Kaizer did exactly as he'd feared : he picked up Daisuke bodily by the waist and slid him down onto the studded phallus. Daisuke cried out as this was done, not because it hurt (he was getting used to having things shoved up his ass, and this particular thing had apparently been lubricated beforehand), but because of the incredibly weird feeling it gave him. He could feel the round metal studs as they passed his anus, and he could still feel them inside him after he'd been properly placed. He wiggled, impaled, as the Kaizer cuffed his ankles as well, the looseness of the restraints allowing him room to do so. He couldn't move his hips very much, though, as the cock inside him was rigid.

"Comfortable?" asked the Kaizer, stepping back to critically examine his handiwork. Behind him, the status bar blinked full and the entire screen flicked to a view of an apparently outdoor amphitheater. Without waiting for Daisuke to reply, the Kaizer hooked his leash loosely to the pole and said, "I'm going to tell you now what's going to happen to you, and I want you to listen carefully. You're going to regret it if you have to learn this by trial and error. Try going up on your toes."

Cautiously, expecting something dreadful to happen, Daisuke did so, and found that the thing inside him rose with him, apparently sliding on some kind of track on the pole. He bounced a little, experimenting with this. His master explained, "Today you get to learn about electricity. There is an electrical connection inside that pole. Once I turn it on, you will want to stay up on your toes as much as possible, because it's going to hurt you, a lot, if you let that connection close by going down on your heels. Meanwhile, just to keep your mind off of how much all your muscles are going to ache trying to keep from being electrocuted, I'm going to let your Digimon fight in my arena, and you get to watch."

"What?" Already nervous at the Kaizer's description of today's physical torture, Daisuke's heart went into his throat at the mention of Veemon.

"I told you that I was putting a dark spiral on him. While you were sleeping, I forced him to Digivolve into Exveemon, and now I'm going to find out how tough he is. You will probably want to root for him to lose, because you're going to stay chained to that pole at least until your Digimon is too wounded to fight anymore. If he's as good of a fighter as he looks, I'll be out for the rest of the morning and possibly all afternoon, and you'll be in here all by yourself." The Kaizer smiled.

The Digimon-device growing within Daisuke chose that moment to give him a bizarre ticklish feeling deep inside him. It complimented the sinking horror in Daisuke's throat. Hoarsely, Daisuke said, "Don't do this to Veemon. Please, leave him out of this."

"I'm afraid you should have thought about that before you started thinking that you could somehow evade being tortured," said his master breezily, as he walked past Daisuke toward the door. Daisuke twisted as far around as he could, saw the Kaizer do something with his laptop, and hastily went up onto his toes.

"Master, master please, just leave Veemon alone ..." He broke off when the door shut behind the Kaizer's back.

Sighing, alone for practically the first time since his capture, Daisuke looked up at the cuffs on his wrists and picked at the left manacle a bit. Made of leather, it was braced with a pair of chains that were lightly riveted to the outside of the leather and which would turn any attempt to cut the leather into a major undertaking. The lock was pretty small, but it required a key that Daisuke did not possess. After a few minutes he gave up.

Activity was beginning to appear on the monitor that he was more or less forced to watch, as a wide array of Digimon filed into the amphitheater. Each of them wore either a black ring or a black spiral, and behind the small, shaded area where a small throne had been placed, a dark tower thrust into the sky. The Digimon took their places in the arena seating, milling about idly and speaking softly with each other; the scene might have seemed almost normal if not for the unnatural glow in their eyes and the way that the different types of Digimon mingled freely, in ways they rarely did when left to their own devices. His calves starting to protest the unaccustomed strain, Daisuke shifted his stance a bit.

The Kaizer appeared on the screen, leaping gracefully down from the back of a hovering Airdramon and striding over to take a seat on the throne. Daisuke watched him carefully, unsure why he wanted to look at this boy who kept hurting him. The Kaizer's hair moved in the slight breeze that was apparently blowing, and he peered momentarily off to one side, presenting his profile to the camera. Not for the first time, Daisuke wondered how someone so damned attractive could be so hellishly cruel. It was so unfair. And it was so unfair that it was apparently such a nice day out, and he couldn't go out and enjoy it. He shifted again, unable to forget the presence of the phallus inside him and starting to understand the devious nature of this situation as he once again moved his feet in an effort to relieve some of the strain on the muscles of his lower legs.

All I have to do is stay up on my toes. This isn't so tough. I can do this. Daisuke repeated these lines to himself over and over, and tried putting all of his weight on first one foot, then the other.

Presently, a gate within the circle of the arena opened and a tall blue dragon Digimon stalked out, glaring hatefully around himself. As this happened, sound suddenly bloomed out around Daisuke, startling him with the cheering of the crowds and the enraged roaring of the red-eyed beast that flexed his wings and clenched his fists. Daisuke guessed that this must be Exveemon, and leaned forward a little to admire his partner's Champion form.

Accidentally, he let himself down a little bit, and jumped as the metal studs electrified and a wave of agonizing pain flared up from the thing impaling him. It stopped almost immediately, as he yanked himself back up onto his toes, but it left tears in his eyes and an uncomfortable twitching sensation in the muscles of his rectum. "Shit," he swore softly to himself. He hadn't expected it to hurt quite that badly, or quite that suddenly. Remaining as far up as possible suddenly became a high priority. I can do this. I can beat the Kaizer in this game.

Exveemon's first opponent was a black-ringed Monochromon. The two Digimon fought with horn and claw, as well as with special attacks, and dust flew up around them while the spectator Digimon cheered and the Kaizer looked contemplative. Daisuke watched for a little while, but presently he began to wonder if he could use the chains on his wrists to haul himself up off of this torture device. If he could just take himself off of this cock, he could stand comfortably all day.

So he grabbed the chains that connected his wrists to the pole and pulled himself up, congratulating himself for his cleverness, until the chains around his ankles drew tight and stopped him. He was only about halfway off the phallus, and he couldn't get his hips up any higher. Almost crying with disappointment, he let himself back down, and felt the thing slip vengefully back inside him, the metal studs snuggling back into the flesh that awaited their painful bite. At least his calf muscles had gotten a brief break, he bitterly told himself.

While Daisuke was engaged in this minor escape attempt, Exveemon had defeated the Monochromon, who was being dragged back off the sand. He was pitted next against a Tyrannomon, who made the bulky Exveemon look almost miniature. Not hesitating, Exveemon snarled and charged this new foe. The Kaizer rested his chin in his palm and watched.

It was not without a certain amount of pride that Daisuke beheld his Digimon partner defeat a string of a half dozen varied Champion-level opponents, but he was starting to wish that Exveemon would finally tire and lose a battle. Daisuke alternated between standing on his toes and holding himself up with his hands around the chains that bound his wrists; this accomplished the task of making his arms and hands and shoulders ache as well as his legs. As his muscles passed from the stage of painful tiredness to numb exhaustion, finally graduating to shaking near-collapse, Daisuke started to do as the Kaizer had instructed from the start : whisper advice to his partner under his breath to fall. He felt like a traitor for doing so, but he hurt, and no matter how much he wanted to stay high enough to avoid tripping the electrocution, he was steadily approaching the point where he wouldn't be able to help it.

As Exveemon gamely battled Kuwagamon, Daisuke's overworked calves finally gave out and slipped, lowering him to his heels completely against his will. He writhed, screaming, as wave after wave of agony arced through him. This was utterly unlike anything he had experienced before ... the electricity cycled, and time seemed to slow down to allow him to fully appreciate the extent of the pain each cycle gave him. His body bucked wildly on the phallus, attempting to escape the source of this incredible pain, while his inner muscles clamped down in an effort to expel the invader. None of this did any good.

Some tiny spark of rationality made his hands close over the chains and his arms pull, bringing him far enough back up to end his torture for the time being. Pressing his cheek against his arm, Daisuke trembled with exhaustion and residual twitching pain, sweat and tears running down his face. His forearms shook, threatening collapse in the same way his calves failed him earlier, and his palms were slick, forcing him to grip as tightly as possible and sending needles of pain through the joints of his hands. It was no use. No matter what he did, he was in pain - the only choice given him was in the location, and no matter what he did, he hurt himself. This torture was insidious and perverse.

To nobody in particular, Daisuke whimpered, "Exveemon, please just lose!" He knew now, with dead certainty, that he could not beat the Kaizer at this. As in every other game his master had played with him thus far, the odds were stacked against him and were steadily hauling him down into painful defeat.

Kuwagamon fell into the sand and was dragged away. Exveemon, who was starting to look a bit tired, and who had several gaping and bleeding rents in his hide, turned for his next opponent, DarkTyrannomon. Daisuke's grip on the chains slipped a little, and he closed his eyes and whimpered, in terror of the inevitable pain that was coming.

That invisible point was passed, and more screams ripped their way out of Daisuke's throat. It wasn't merely his ass that hurt; the cycling waves of pain spread out over most of his lower abdomen as well, making all of the sensitive tissues of his pelvis resonate with absolutely unbearable pain. He pulled desperately against the chains, but even his desperate strength was no longer sufficient to keep him up. All he could do at this point was suffer, squirming helplessly on the torture device his master had created just for him, and cry out for an unhearing Exveemon to be beaten, for mercy from a Kaizer who wasn't even present to consider his pleas.

Wave after wave of pain filled his world for an eternity of eternities. There came a point when Daisuke began to believe that he would never be released from this; then something touched his chest and an all-too-familiar voice cooed in his ear.

"I don't believe I've ever seen anything quite so beautiful."

Words instantly re-entered Daisuke's screams. "Master, please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please let me loose, please please please ... master ..."

"I don't know," said the Kaizer, and hands stroked over his hips, which weren't really free to move because of the stiff cock inside him. "This is really a sight. I'm going to have to do this to you a lot, I think."

"No, please, don't, I can't take it! Please, master ..." Daisuke sobbed uncontrollably, unable to stop his body's writhing attempts to evade this unbelievable torture. He wanted to stop it, though ... this is what he knew the Kaizer found so attractive, this ferocious squirming and his inability to escape from the pain he was suffering.

"Oooh, such beautiful, utterly breathtakingly beautiful agony. Daisuke, I wish you could see yourself, you'd want to do this every day if you knew how incredible you look. I could admire you for hours like this."

Frustration built on top of the terror that he would have to endure this for hours longer, and Daisuke screamed out at the top of his already raw voice. Only one thought entered his mind, only one possible way to get the Kaizer to take him off this awful device, and he screamed it out, imploring. "Take me! Take me! Master, please, fuck me, I'm begging you, please!"

"What's that?" asked his master, laughter in his voice. "Did I just hear what I thought I did?"

"Fuck me, please, master, I can't stand this, please ..."

Then ... silence. The pain shut suddenly off, and Daisuke fell to hang limply in his chains, crying weakly. The cessation of the pain was as good as an orgasm, better even. "Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you, master, thank you ..."

He barely comprehended it when his ankles were freed, and he whimpered as he was lifted off of the phallus that had been the source of his pain. Then his wrists were freed as well, and he was carried a little, and set face-down on a soft surface that he dully and belatedly realized must be the bed. He figured that his master would probably rape him now, granting his wish, but he couldn't work up the energy to move, even slightly. Was it rape anymore? He had asked for it.

A few moments later, the Kaizer's warm presence materialized over his back. He was kissed on the shoulders as his hips were lifted a little and supported upward with a pillow. Then his cruel master thrust inside him, and he cried out as the abused muscles were stretched out again. He could feel himself twitching involuntarily around the Kaizer's cock.

"Oh-h-h-h ..." breathed his master, and Daisuke closed his eyes against tears of degradation as his own pain was once again used to sexually please his torturer. "Oh, Daisuke, you can't know how wonderful you feel."

"Master," he whispered, wishing that he could die.

"We will definitely be doing this again." The Kaizer drew a little way out of him and then thrust into him again, fucking him now in earnest, and Daisuke hissed in pain. It wasn't as bad as being chained to that pole had been - this was bearable at least - but it was still pretty bad, and the promise that he would be subjected to that again in the future was almost too much for Daisuke's thinning sanity. If he'd had the strength, he would have tried to kill the Kaizer right then, but his arms felt like dead weights, and he could barely even twitch his toes.

This rape seemed to last a lot longer than the others, as the Kaizer moved almost in slow motion, doubtless savoring every instant of his victim's reactionary twitching. And when he came, it was powerful, his entire body seeming to spasm along with his cock. Daisuke wept silently the entire time, unable to move or do anything to lessen his owner's demented pleasure.

"Kill me," he whispered, as the Kaizer lay motionless atop him.

"Never." Arms closed around his, holding him tenderly. "I love you far too much."

Too weak to move, his muscles still twitching around the Kaizer's cock inside him, Daisuke wondered which of his master's predictions would come true next. He'd been told that he would beg for sex as a way to obtain temporary release from pain; he'd done that. Would he start to love his torturer next? Would he learn to enjoy the pain? Daisuke knew that he was breaking; it was as if the Kaizer was pitting his own implacable will against his victim's, in contests that were calculated to make Daisuke lose. The more he lost, and the more he gave in, the easier it became to give in the next time. The word "master" came readily to his lips now. It no longer hurt to say it, and more and more he thought of the sadist as his master, or his owner, acknowledging his subjugation even in his mind. Daisuke knew that this meant he was that much farther down the road toward becoming the perfect little sex slave that the Kaizer desired.

No end to this. No way to stop it. No way to escape it. It's inevitable. I should just give up now.

His fingertips curled into the bedspread. The alien device growing inside him moved, sickening him to feel it. He wondered when it would be finished, when his slavery to this room and the deranged Kaizer would be cemented.

The Kaizer stirred, nuzzling the side of his neck. "That was the most pleasure you've given me yet. You were even more beautiful than I'd anticipated, and I just couldn't resist giving you what you wanted. I should put you back, though, now that I'm finished with you."

"No, please," croaked Daisuke, his blood turning to ice in near-panic, although he still couldn't force himself to move. "I can't take it, it's too much."

"I know, I could tell that by looking at you. That's why you looked so good, I think. You haven't learned your lesson yet, though. What's today's lesson?"

Closing his eyes, Daisuke whispered, "I can't keep you from torturing me, no matter what I do."

"That's right. No matter what you do. Being good and obedient won't save you. Giving me the most unbelievable sex won't save you either. You have to understand that, and I don't think you do."

"I understand it, master, I do, I swear it!" Starting to sob, Daisuke's gut twisted as the Kaizer pulled himself out and then picked his slave up off the bed. "Please don't put me back on that thing, I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want, please, master, please ..."

"Shhh. It's for your own good, and besides, I know you like it."

Slung over his master's shoulder, Daisuke found the energy in his panic to struggle weakly, but it wasn't enough. His hips were shifted and lowered until he could feel the rigid head of the torture device at the entrance to his battered rectum; then he was allowed to slide down onto it until his buttocks were snugged against the pole and the metal studs were in full contact with his flesh. His arms were once again raised over his head while he wept helplessly, and then he hung from them while his master chained his feet as well. He didn't bother to try to raise himself up. It wouldn't do any good anyway.

"Master, please, please ..."

"I know it hurts," said the Kaizer gently. Understandingly. Daisuke believed that there was no possible way he could understand how this particular torture passed beyond every threshold of pain that Daisuke possessed. "You can't stop it, though. You know that, right?"

"Yes," said Daisuke, crushed by his own complete inability to help himself in any fashion and almost hyperventilating in his terror.

"Good." Then the Kaizer reached over to the laptop and did something, and Daisuke screamed as electricity arced through tender membranes and sent spikes of cramping agony throughout his pelvic area. He tore at his chains, trying to curl up into a protective ball, and alternately stretched out, his body curving into a bow to pull his hips as far away from the pole as possible. He couldn't get off of the cruel phallus, though. No matter what he did, it remained inside him, cycling rhythmically though the waves of current.

The wave-like nature of this pain served only to intensify it, as the low point of each cycle gave him a split-second break from the agony. It was like being stabbed over and over and over again, rather than being stabbed only once and leaving the knife in the wound. It also prevented Daisuke from passing out entirely; whenever he felt that he was on the verge of blacking out into blissful unconsciousness, another spike of unbearable pain would rip him back. After a few minutes, which may as well have been years, Daisuke even gave up screaming. His body continued to writhe in agony, the animal sections of his mind unable to comprehend that there was no escape, but the rest of Daisuke was giving up completely.

He'd lost. The Kaizer had won. Again.

It was a shock when the pain stopped, so much so that Daisuke imagined that he could still feel it coursing through him even after he'd been unchained and taken off the pole. His master gently laid him on the bed again, where he trembled all over as if freezing to death. When the Kaizer's penis entered him, his shaking increased, all out of proportion with the comparatively slight pain that it caused. Irrational, panicky terror filled Daisuke at the feeling of something present within him, and because he was even weaker than before and couldn't move a muscle to express this terror, he merely whimpered pathetically. His master's voice groaned in ecstasy in response, and Daisuke closed his eyes and wept, mentally flayed by this final insult to his tattered sense of self.

"You're so ... beautiful," the Kaizer whispered, his voice thick with passion.

"Let me die," breathed Daisuke, so, so quietly, with barely enough energy to keep air in his lungs, much less form words. His master panted into his ear.

"And miss ... this? Oh-h-h-h-h ..." The slave couldn't feel it this time, when his owner climaxed.

Afterward, the Kaizer rolled him onto his back and kissed the tears off his face. "We'll save this for special occasions," he tenderly told his captive. "It takes a lot out of you, doesn't it? You learned your lesson, though, didn't you?"

Eyes closed, Daisuke attempted to repeat it. "Can't ... stop ...."

"Sleep now, get your strength back. We'll talk more this evening."

As always, his wrists were bound behind his back and his leash clipped to the headboard. Daisuke dully wondered why the Kaizer bothered. He knew he wasn't going anywhere, ever again. This was his fate. He should just accept it.