Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistakes We Make ❯ Day Three - Descent ( Chapter 5 )

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

This is my favorite chapter. Just in case you care.

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Waking that evening was almost a pleasant affair. Daisuke's head was cradled on a soft, warm surface that moved rhythmically and vibrated slightly under his cheek. Somewhere above him, a low and beautiful voice was softly singing what sounded like a lullaby, although it was in another language - he thought French at first, but it could just as easily have been Spanish. His body felt heavy and numb, and this was a comfortable feeling, while someone's hand moved gently through his hair. He was warm and relaxed, protected and cherished. He wanted to stay here like this forever, and not go back to ... wherever he had been before. Sighing contentedly, he snuggled deeper into the warm surface beneath his cheek.

The vibration and lullaby stopped, and the stroking fingers moved to his cheek. "Are you awake yet?" asked the voice.

"Mmm-mmm," said Daisuke, not opening his eyes. Whatever he was laying against - and he was starting to suspect that it was a person - smelled wonderful, musky and a little spicy and familiar.

"All right," said the voice, sounding indulgent and amused, and the lullaby resumed.

Still mostly asleep and wrapped up in his dreams, Daisuke attempted to place the voice, to fit in why this scent was so familiar to him. This was a mistake; it took some time, but horror slowly dawned on him as he realized that he was laying half-on the Kaizer's lap with his head resting against his master's chest. Daisuke stiffened, in memory of what he'd been forced to endure that morning, in anticipation of what would be done to him now.

The Kaizer's soft song stopped again. "All right, I know you're awake now."

"Master," Daisuke whimpered, twisting his wrists a little. They were still bound together behind his back.

"Do you think you could eat something?"

Whatever it took to not be tortured again. Daisuke opened his eyes and the Kaizer helped him sit up. His nap had done him good, but he still felt wrung out and shaky, his strength entirely gone; sitting up made him feel dizzy, and it accentuated the high level of discomfort present in his rear end. The Kaizer leaned back against the headboard of the bed and held Daisuke up by holding the smaller boy against himself.

"There, see? You're all right. What do you want first?"

"Water," whispered Daisuke, and the Kaizer gave him water, tilting the glass carefully against his lips to let him drink. The Kaizer then fed a variety of things to Daisuke from the platter on the bedside table. First came fruit, cut into tiny chunks, and then a little bread and some bite-sized slices of sushi that must have come from the narrowest roll ever. Each morsel was very small, and Daisuke was silently grateful as each bit was presented to him from his owner's chopsticks. He was certain that he would have been overwhelmed by normal-sized pieces.

Eating made him feel significantly better, less dizzy, and also sleepy again. He doubted that he would be allowed to sleep again so soon, though; after he drank a second time to finish out the meal, the Kaizer proved his intuition correct.

"Recite your lessons for me."

Swallowing, and shifting a little, Daisuke said, "You're my master, and that's what I'm to call you. You own me, and you have the right to do whatever you want with me. And you're going to hurt me, no matter what I do. There's nothing I can do to keep you from doing it." He closed his eyes again, despair filling him. He'd lost. He'd learned what the Kaizer wished for him to learn.

"Very good. What do you think of the things I've been doing to you, Daisuke?"

Dangerous territory. Daisuke's sense of self-preservation gibbered in a panic for him to be careful with this topic, so he settled for the obvious, praying that it would be enough. "It hurts."

"Well, of course it hurts," said the Kaizer, chiding him gently. "It always hurts to be born, that's why infants cry when they're dragged out into the world. That's not the sort of answer I wanted, though, and you know it. One more chance. What do you think of the things that I've been doing to you?"

Daisuke knew instinctively that the Kaizer would be very ticked if he was caught in a lie. So he mustn't lie, and he mustn't try to evade the question again. What sort of answer would fetch him the least amount of pain, yet still satisfy these criteria? He squirmed a little, and the Kaizer's arm around him tightened slightly, letting him know in no uncertain terms that there was no escape.

Slowly, Daisuke attempted to express his complete hatred for what was being done to him in a way that he hoped would not offend the Kaizer. "I ... don't like it," he said. Next, he wanted to say that he thought it was completely and utterly wrong for things like this to happen, that normal, sane boys did not torture and rape each other for days on end. This would directly contradict his second lesson, though, so he stumbled over his next words. "I don't ... I think ... It hurts. I don't mean that it just hurts, though, it ..." He trailed to a halt, trying to find a way to say what he felt without "asking" for another lesson. "You're changing me," he said finally. "And that hurts."

The Kaizer shifted a little, sitting up straighter. "What do you think I'm changing you into?"

"A pet," said Daisuke. He knew no other word for the pathetic, almost sub-human thing that the Kaizer had described earlier as being in his future.

"And you don't want to be a pet?"

"No," he whispered miserably, sure that he was going to be punished for wishing to escape his intended fate.

Silence dragged out into a minute or more, and then the Kaizer said, "Describe for me, what you're calling a pet."

Shivering with terror, Daisuke tried anyway. Active disobedience would be looked upon poorly. "Doing what you want. Feeling what you want me to feel, only thinking what you want me to think. Loving you even when you're hur-hurting me. Used. Owning nothing of myself." It took him a long time to make it through this recitation. Every word was like a nail driven into the coffin of the person he had been a week ago.

"Oh, Daisuke," sighed the Kaizer, stroking his slave's hair. "Think about what you're saying for a moment. Think about how that would be for you without being sentimental. You will never have to worry about school, or finding a job, or worrying about how you will feed yourself and put a roof over your head. You won't have to stay awake at night fretting about whether there is enough money. You'll never have to worry about hurting anyone's feelings, ever again. All of your worries will be small ones, and the only person you will ever have to please is me. Does that really sound so bad?"

"I just want to be normal," whispered Daisuke.

"We all do," said the Kaizer, in a low tone, his voice catching a little bit. Daisuke frowned against his master's chest, but when the Kaizer continued, the catch was gone, and Daisuke forgot about it. "But then we think about it rationally, and guess what, Daisuke? Normal people are unhappy, afraid of expanding their lives beyond their narrow, comfortable bounds. Normal people are dull and stupid. Let me show you something. Sit up a little more."

While the Kaizer did something with his laptop, stretching awkwardly to reach it where it rested on the table, Daisuke made a supreme effort and hauled himself up so that he was leaning against the other boy's shoulder; this was made possible and comfortable by the fact that the Kaizer wasn't wearing his armored cloak at this particular moment. "Look," said the Kaizer, pushing a few keys.

The big screen that Daisuke had faced all morning flared to bright white life, and then settled down to display the last thing Daisuke had expected to see - a video of himself chained to the pole. The sound was off, or perhaps had never been recorded, but Daisuke recognized that the tape had been started just when his legs had finally given out and allowed him to slip down to the point where the electrical connection closed. On the screen, his naked body suddenly jumped, his eyes closing and his mouth opening in soundless agony while he writhed. The way in which he'd moved his hips, trying to escape the source of the pain but unable to shift much from side to side, almost made it look as if he were deliberately and wildly fucking the phallus. After about thirty seconds, the boy on the screen hauled himself back up to his toes by the chains around his wrists and panted, tears running down his face as he trembled.

"Mmmm," said the Kaizer softly. "Are you watching?"

"Yes," said Daisuke, unable to believe what he'd just seen. Had he really looked like that? So wanton?

The arm around his shoulders, that held him close to the Kaizer, moved a little at his wrists, and suddenly Daisuke found his hands free. He immediately brought them forward, rolling his shoulders to loosen the stiffness there, but he was surprised when the Kaizer took one of his wrists. Daisuke offered no resistance as his hand was placed on his master's groin; he could feel the Kaizer's erection through his pants, and something inside of him went a little numb with shock that he was touching another boy's penis this way. In spite of everything he'd been through so far, all of the highly sexual activities that he'd been forced to participate in, the violent way in which his virginity had been taken from him, still he was shocked to find himself with his hand on another boy's erect cock.

Those things had been rape. He wasn't sure yet what this was going to be.

The Kaizer's warm palm closed over the back of his hand, and moved his unresisting hand up and down over the hard arousal that could be felt beneath the fabric. A low groan rumbled through the chest beneath Daisuke's ear, and his brain began to thaw out at the sound. The Kaizer's breathing deepened; Daisuke recognized that, while his master was turned on by the tape of him being tortured, he was even more turned on by Daisuke's hand on his penis. Almost unconsciously, Daisuke's palm and fingertips curved, to fit more closely to the shape of the organ he was stroking. His master moaned.

"Look," breathed the Kaizer in his ear, and Daisuke turned to see that the tape had advanced to the point where his hands had slipped down the chains. Once again, the body on the screen squirmed and writhed, bucking powerfully with the force of the pain it was experiencing, and once again the hips thrust out and back again, over and over, as if wanting the torture device inside. Daisuke didn't notice that the Kaizer's hand had left his, that he was petting his master's sexuality on his own, until the Kaizer reached up to unzip the front of his jumpsuit. Pushing the blue and white fabric aside, the Kaizer pulled Daisuke closer yet, pressing his slave's face against his chest.

Hesitantly, unsure if he was reading his owner's desires correctly, Daisuke opened his mouth on the Kaizer's nipple and began to lick and suck it. He was rewarded with a deep moan and a whispered, "Yes."

Why am I doing this? What's wrong with me? I hate him, I don't want to screw him. Daisuke was pondering the cost/benefit ratio of biting down hard on the Kaizer's nipple and hurting the other boy badly this way, when a spike of pleasure shot through him, originating between his own legs. He gasped against his master's chest, his hips coming forward in search of more of that, while he thought, I'm sick! I'm so sick and twisted! I got aroused watching myself being tortured! What's wrong with me?!

Whatever the wrongness was, Daisuke didn't want it to stop just quite yet.

One of the Kaizer's hands tangled in his hair, holding his head in place, while the other had slipped down the front of Daisuke's body and was now toying idly with the slave's erection. All thoughts of biting the Kaizer in retaliation left Daisuke's mind immediately; as before, the more aroused he became, the less his hurts complained, and so he stroked and licked his master's body in an effort to keep the boy pleased with him. After a few minutes, the Kaizer moved so that he was no longer leaning against the headboard, but rather laying on his back on the bed. Daisuke's hand was guided down inside the gap in the Kaizer's jumpsuit to touch his master's cock directly, and doing this made the Kaizer moan loudly in pleasure and reward him by stroking his cock as well.

Pressing his hips toward his master's hand, Daisuke began to abandon himself completely to these sensations. It didn't matter if the body next to him belonged to the Digimon Kaizer. It didn't matter if the hand on his penis had hurt him cruelly and nearly made him lose his mind. All that mattered was keeping his owner happy with him, so that this pleasure could continue. All that mattered was that the skin beneath his lips was delicious, and that groans of sexual excitement came to his ears and made him want more.

Rather suddenly, the Kaizer rolled over on top of him and began to kiss him deeply. Daisuke tilted back his head and returned the kiss, his mind freezing up again at the idea. I'm kissing a boy. I'm kissing the Kaizer. That didn't stop him, however, from rubbing himself against the Kaizer's thigh and running his hands over the slender back above him, reaching in through the opening in the Kaizer's clothing to touch velvet skin. Neither of them bothered to stroke the other's cock anymore. It was too late for such games; the Kaizer's kisses were hungry and urgent, and he was accustomed to getting what he wanted out of Daisuke. Daisuke willingly shifted himself so that he could hook a knee around his master's waist, wanting consummation, wanting climax, wanting to feel. He began to realize that, ever since his capture and that first rape, something had been locked away inside of him, something that permitted him to find pleasure. Something that made him feel alive.

That something, whatever it might be, was unlocking under the Kaizer's ministrations. Hot kisses trailed down his neck to his chest, and hands slipped under his shoulders to arch his chest up for attention. Daisuke moaned as first the uninjured nipple, then the damaged one, was lipped and licked and sucked upon. The intensity of the sensation that came from the hurt nipple went beyond rational belief, and yet none of it registered in his mind as pain. Experimentally, he rubbed the inside of one thigh against his master, and groaned, almost feeling as if he could come just from that. And when the Kaizer finally retrieved the lubricant and reached down to guide his cock into Daisuke, the tender, abused tissues inside him sent their own set of signals, interpreted as extremes of pleasure, into his overloaded mind.

"Hurt me, please," he whispered, and his master obliged, fingers closing hard over his right nipple and sending him into spasms of sensation. The fingernails of the Kaizer's other hand raked over his back, and within him, the Kaizer's powerful curling thrusts sent wave after wave of pleasure/pain and delicious, almost phobic terror through him. Daisuke cried out as he came, and was silenced with another kiss.

He must have briefly lost consciousness from the cascade, because next he knew, he was trapped beneath the Kaizer's body while the other boy shuddered and spent his own orgasm within Daisuke. His arms were spread out to either side, held there with the Kaizer's fingers interlaced with his own, and both of his legs were around the Kaizer's waist. He felt used, but not dirty this time, and almost alight.

He did this to me, thought Daisuke, turning his head drunkenly to one side. He made me feel like that. How did he manage it? He squirmed a little, and his master's fingers tightened around his own. What did he do to me? How did he make me enjoy it? I asked him to hurt me, and I liked it when he did. What's wrong with me?

The enormity of this, the sheer perverse kink of it all, made Daisuke start to weep again. His master groaned softly and moved to lick the tears off his face.

"Don't try to seduce me again so soon, it won't work." The dark-haired boy laughed a little, sounding tired.

Seduce him? Again? Daisuke didn't think he'd seduced the Kaizer in the first place! He hadn't wanted this, he hadn't wanted any of it. Feeling such incredible pleasure seemed ... sinful, somehow, and deriving that pleasure from his earlier torture was downright wrongful. There is something seriously wrong with me. Maybe ... maybe the Kaizer was right, and I really do like it. He cringed away from this thought, but it was too late now to tell himself that he didn't mean it. He'd enjoyed himself this time. The Kaizer had hurt him, had taken him and violated him, and he'd enjoyed it.

Kissing his pet's shoulder, the Kaizer hauled himself up. He took hold of the leash around Daisuke's neck and said, "Can you stand up?"

Daisuke tried. His legs were wobbly and unsteady, though, and he almost fell; his master had to catch him before he hit the floor. Chuckling softly, the Kaizer picked him up and carried him into the bathroom, helped him use the toilet, and then gave him what could be considered Daisuke's nightly ritual bath.

On his hands and knees in the bathtub, Daisuke shuddered as his owner scrubbed him. He kept his eyes shut most of the time, and it wasn't to keep soap out of them - he was absolutely humiliated by the entire situation. He'd been reduced to almost complete helplessness, unable to perform even the most elementary functions of living without aid. With his eyes closed, Daisuke wanted to go to sleep, straight to sleep and never wake back up, but the rough and efficient motions of the Kaizer's hands upon him prevented him from dozing off.

After he was rinsed off, the Kaizer dried him and lifted him out of the tub, carrying him back out into the main room. There he made Daisuke kneel on the floor, with his knees spread, in front of the monitor screen and bound his ankles and wrists together to keep him in that position. The end of the leash went around one of the bedposts beside him.

"Stay here," he was told. "I'll be right back."

For a moment, Daisuke gained the energy of fear, fear for what the Kaizer was going to do and going to bring back when he returned. It turned out to be unnecessary though; after restarting the tape of Daisuke's torture, the Kaizer merely disappeared into the bathroom and bathed himself.

Having a good idea from before of how long it took the Kaizer to bathe, Daisuke became bored almost immediately. Boredom should have been a good thing, an indication that nothing awful was happening to him at the moment, but for some reason it wasn't. Daisuke chalked this up as yet more proof of his own perversity, while glancing around for something to occupy himself.

Nothing presented itself aside from the monitor, which Daisuke was attempting not to watch. He closed his eyes and tried to find sleep, but that proved impossible in the position he was in ... there was simply no way to get comfortable enough. Resigned to having to remain conscious, his restless spirit grumbling at the inactivity, Daisuke gave up and looked up toward the screen.

Once again, he was struck by how bizarre he'd looked, writhing helplessly, hopelessly, within the confines of the restraints. Every part of his body was in constant squirming motion, but his hips in particular, where the pain had been the greatest, thrust back and forth on the phallus in an especially obscene manner. Sweat stood out on his skin and made it glisten, like burnished bronze. Watching the scene in an open-minded way, putting aside the memory of what it had been like when the tape was made, Daisuke had to admit that yes, the Kaizer had been right. He'd looked very good, tense and moving in a highly sexual way, however unconsciously.

"Enjoying yourself?" whispered the Kaizer in his ear. The suddenness and unexpectedness of this - he hadn't heard his master's approach - made Daisuke jump. The boy behind him laughed. "So fascinated by yourself that you lost track of what I was doing, eh?"

Flushing, Daisuke said nothing, but he did gasp when the Kaizer's forearms went around his waist, and hands began to play with his erection. "Mmm, turned yourself on again. You're becoming quite the little slut, aren't you? You like what I do to you so much you get hard after the fact."

"I-I don't ..." Daisuke attempted to excuse the existence of his erection, but stammered off as the Kaizer rested his chin on his shoulder and stroked him. He shifted his hips a little, uncomfortable with being so carelessly handled, but his ankles were tied in such a way that he couldn't even close his knees.

"Don't lie to me. You like being forced. It doesn't matter to you what I'm forcing you to experience, pleasure or pain or what. You just like it when you have no control over yourself."

Daisuke's cock throbbed in the Kaizer's hands, and while Daisuke told himself over and over that this was not true, his body seemed to be disagreeing. There was ... something ... about being this open, this vulnerable, able to hide nothing. The Kaizer leaned against his back and teased him, running his hands over the curves of Daisuke's pelvis, nuzzling his neck and biting Daisuke's collar, until the slave was panting with desire.

"Tell me what I am to you," said the Kaizer softly. "Don't be afraid. This once, I won't punish you for saying exactly what you think."

Daisuke leaned his head back until it rested on the Kaizer's shoulder. He wanted to touch, be touched. He wanted to come, but with his hands tied he had to depend on his master to bring him to climax. He was so tired, but passion flooded his veins anyway at every motion of the Kaizer's hands. "Master," he said finally.

"What does that word mean to you?"

Swallowing, Daisuke panted softly, "Everything." His master made a soft, displeased sound in his throat, and Daisuke attempted to elaborate. "Angel and devil. I don't understand how you can do this to me."

"What do you mean?" Those soft, skillful hands brushed lightly over Daisuke's groin again, and he moaned.

"I hate you. You hurt me, you rape me, you're changing me. And then you make me fee-eel ..." He broke off as the Kaizer reached under his testicles and pressed a finger deeply into the delicate flesh there. Whatever it was that he was pressing felt wonderful. Daisuke struggled briefly against his bindings, almost overwhelmed by a need to come.

"You already know how I'm able to do this to you. I taught you already. I want you to answer your own mystery for me."

The motions of the Kaizer's hands did not cease, but neither did they intensify to the point where Daisuke could feel like he was actually getting off. It was maddening. "You own me," he said, hoping that, by saying this, he could coax his master into showing mercy.

"I don't think you comprehend this game," said the Kaizer. "Let me explain it to you. I'm trying to make you think, and be honest with yourself. The only way I can really know that you're being honest with yourself is if you say it aloud to me. These little one and three word answers are not good enough. I know there's more going on in your head than that, so I'm not going to accept them. Have I spelled this out enough for you, or are you just so anxious for another lesson that you're going to keep trying to avoid saying what you're thinking?"

"No," moaned Daisuke, twisting his wrists in fear. His cock twitched, and he was almost blinded by his desire.

"Then tell me what I am to you. In complete detail."

It was true, then, what he'd been told the day before. His master would not permit him even the privacy of his thoughts. Daisuke whimpered a little. It was going to be hard to give up practically the last thing that he could truly call his own.

"I hate you," he said again, without any venom. He relaxed a little, with his head on his master's shoulder and his body completely open for whatever the sadistic boy behind him wished to do. "I don't want to change. I liked how I was before." He gasped a little as the Kaizer roughly stroked across the sensitive head of his penis.

"So you hate what I do to you? You hate what I'm doing to you now?"

"No ... yes ... oh!"

"Tell me how you feel right now."

It took some time for Daisuke to find the proper words. His master waited patiently. "Owned. Possessed. Vulnerable." He squirmed a little and then said softly, "Helpless. You can do whatever you want to me. I can't stop you. I've never been able to stop you. Nothing I can do will even slow you down. Nothing I can say will change your mind. I'm powerless."

One of the hands at his groin slipped up and behind him, and a moment later his head was yanked up by the hair, supported by the Kaizer's hand. "Look at yourself, Daisuke. That's you as you were this morning. Don't you think there's something primal and beautiful about that? I stripped away all of your veneers, everything that you put up to hide yourself from the world. Nothing was left behind but pure essence, pure Daisuke, and that's what it looks like. There was no shame in you there, no dignity, no airs, none of this whining about how it hurts and how you hate me. Just pure Daisuke."

Daisuke shut his eyes, tears threatening to spill out of them, and the Kaizer shook his head violently by the hair. "Look at it!"

Because he had to, he opened his eyes again, watched the tape of himself being ruthlessly tortured. The Kaizer continued in a milder tone, "Civilization nearly ruined you, Daisuke. All civilized people conceal themselves as a matter of course, they are trained to think that the opinions of others are of prime importance. You've gotten some of that training, or else you wouldn't be fighting this so hard. Why are you ashamed to admit that you're beautiful when you're in agony? Why are you so ashamed to say that you like what I'm doing to you? That you enjoy being my plaything? Do you think that my opinion of you will go down if you admit to wanting what I do to you?"

"It's wrong," whispered Daisuke. "I don't like it. I don't know why it feels good sometimes, but it's wrong."

"It's not wrong!" Daisuke's hair was wrenched viciously, and he cried out softly out of reflex ... but it didn't really hurt. The Kaizer's other hand continued to pet his exposed cock. "It's only wrong by the standards of dull, boring, stupid people who feed upon each other's self-righteousness and judgmental tendencies. Do you really want to grow up to be dull, boring, and stupid? Do you want to spend your life in a gray haze? Do you want to die at the end, never knowing what it means to really live? Do you really want to be trapped by the opinions of everyone around you?"

"I'm trapped by yours," said Daisuke in a small voice.

"You say I'm changing you," said the Kaizer. "I say I'm not. I say that I'm allowing you to become what you have always been, and have been forced to hide from the world because the world does not approve. These things which are basic to you, that would eventually have been smothered by the training of civilization. You're not trapped by my opinion, here. The only thing trapping you is your inability to admit what you really want."

He said he wouldn't punish me for saying what I think. "I'm trapped by these ropes, by this collar, by the leash, by this thing that you put inside me to ensure that I would never be able to leave you." Daisuke said this with considerably more passion than he'd intended. He'd wanted it to come out sounding at least halfway respectful, but somehow the frustration of the past three days, the constant biting-down on what he really wanted to say for fear of his master's retaliation all seemed to come out at once; this might be his only chance to convince the Kaizer to let him go. "If I really liked this, if I really wanted to be here, don't you think I would have come on my own? Don't you think that I'd stay here on my own?"

The Kaizer's hand left his hair, and both hands strayed back down to Daisuke's crotch, toying with the erection that, by now, was all but killing him. "You think you want freedom," he said, resting his chin on Daisuke's shoulder again.

"I know I do."

"You're being sentimental about it. All sentimentality aside, what is there in freedom that is advantageous? You have worries, and fears, and pains, and constant accommodation of others. Constantly trying to live up to what everyone expects of you, and it's just impossible to do." The Kaizer drew the leash down and began to play with it, wrapping it loosely around Daisuke's cock and scrotum and teasing him with the tip. "As my slave, you can leave all of those things to me, and all you have to do is obey me and be what you know you want to be."

"And suffer," said Daisuke bitterly.

"Your suffering is gorgeous."

Daisuke groaned in desire and despair. Reasoning with this creature was impossible! Not to mention the fact that he desperately wanted to come ... the restrictive feel of the leash wrapped around his genitals was intolerably sexy. He twisted his wrists a little, a motion that was noted by his master.

"You like being tied up," said the Kaizer.

Can't admit it, it's giving him what he wants. "I don't."

"Now you're lying." The Kaizer laughed. "Don't lie to me, Daisuke. You like having your hands bound behind your back and a collar around your neck. It makes you feel submissive. You liked being chained to the table over there, and you liked being chained to the pole this morning. You like having that thing, as you called it, implanted inside you. You like being enslaved."

Daisuke moaned as the Kaizer rubbed him with the leash. "I think you'll like it when I mark you, too," his master continued, toying with his slave's body. "I haven't decided yet whether to brand you, scar you, or tattoo you. Either way, you'll wear my mark for the rest of your life, and you'll take it to your grave."

"No," said Daisuke softly. He writhed a little, wishing he could get out of these ropes. The Kaizer yanked on his leash a little.

"What's all this 'no'? Have I lied to you yet, Daisuke? Has anything I've said to you yet been untrue?"

"I don't like this ..."

"Yes you do. Now, pet, tell me truly. What am I to you?"

Daisuke began to pant. "My master."

"Hmm."

The Kaizer's stroking sped up a little, and Daisuke strained, unable to move his hips much but trying anyway. He wasn't surprised this time when one of the Kaizer's hands moved up to his right nipple and cruelly pinched and twisted it, nor was he surprised to hear the groan of pure pleasure that came up out of his throat at what should have been absolutely agonizing pain. He coughed a little, and curled up a little, as his body betrayed him again and he climaxed, tears running down his face and ejaculate spurting out onto the floor.

The Kaizer kept stroking him until the last spasm had been spent; then he released Daisuke, delicately flicked a spot of semen off his fingers, and reached back to untie Daisuke's wrists from his ankles, although he left his slave otherwise bound. Standing, he pulled Daisuke by the collar and then pushed his face down to the floor. "Lick that up," he commanded.

The moment of fragile confession and the ability to speak freely had passed. Daisuke was once again only a naked sex slave, obeying his master out of mortal terror of what would be done to him if he rebelled in even the slightest way. Slowly, disgusted, he licked his own semen off the cool metal floor, along with whatever other dirt had accumulated on the spot. It tasted slimy and a little salty, and when he was finished, his master pulled him back up to his knees by the collar.

"You liked that."

"No," whispered Daisuke.

"Stop lying to me, Daisuke. Stop lying to yourself. You liked it all so much you came all over the floor. True?"

Closing his eyes, ashamed of himself, Daisuke said, "No."

He was cuffed, hard, across the ear and the back of the head, and he flinched. "I think that will be the subject of tomorrow's lesson," said the Kaizer coolly. "You are not to lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"So you're saying that I hallucinated that you moaned and whimpered and dirtied up my floor with your semen?"

"I ..." Daisuke broke off. He hadn't intended to deny having come, just having liked it. "No," he said finally, not knowing what else to say. Anything else would probably be taken as an accusation that the Kaizer had been mistaken about his intent, and Daisuke already knew how little the Kaizer liked being told that he was wrong.

"So then say it. You liked it. You liked it so much that you came all over the floor. Say it, slave." His master punctuated this by cuffing him again, and Daisuke whimpered. He was already slated for another "lesson" as it was, would it really help to make things worse by not saying it? Such was the rationalization he used, in spite of his knowledge that he was just giving in, yet again.

"I liked it," he said, his voice choked. "I liked it so much I came all over the floor."

"Get into bed," said his master, sounding annoyed.

While the Kaizer moved about shutting things off and getting undressed in preparation to sleep, Daisuke attempted to obey. Unfortunately, his ankles were still bound together, and his muscles were still unreliable from the morning's torture. He succeeded in crawling awkwardly on his knees to the bedside, but couldn't manage to haul himself up onto the bed itself. After a few attempts, the Kaizer picked him up by the shoulders and tossed him up onto the bed.

After his leash was fastened to the headboard, Daisuke waited to be raped. His owner lay down beside him and rested his chin on his shoulder, but then to all appearances went straight to sleep. Daisuke lay awake for a long time, waiting for the Kaizer to rouse himself and take him, but as the dark-haired boy's breathing evened out, he began to hold out hope that he really wouldn't be raped again today.

He wondered what this portended as he finally relaxed enough to drift off to sleep.