Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistakes We Make ❯ Day Four - Deceptive Truths and Truthful Deceptions ( Chapter 6 )

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

Daisuke awoke stiff and uncomfortable. He was getting used to sleeping with his hands tied loosely behind his back, but between that, his ankles being bound all night, and the exertion of yesterday's ordeal, it felt as if all of his muscles had decided to just die on him. Not that he had been exactly looking forward to the other days that he'd greeted here in the Kaizer's bed, but this one he really, really didn't feel up to facing.

For once, Daisuke had managed to wake up before the Kaizer did; perhaps the stiffness and discomfort plaguing his entire body had something to do with this, or maybe the unnatural amounts of sleep he'd been getting lately. Regardless of the reason, he was able to twist around, feeling like a worm as he did so, until he faced the ultimate source of his torment, without waking him. He watched the other boy sleep for a long time.

Curled up so that he was almost fetal, his hands balled into fists, the insanity in his eyes concealed and his lips parted as he breathed, the Kaizer looked ... adorable. There was simply no other word for it, he looked at least two years younger than he actually was and not violent at all, simply a young boy sleeping peacefully. He didn't look like the kind of person who would be trying to conquer worlds. He didn't look like the kind of person who would keep another boy as a slave and whipping toy.

Watching the Kaizer sleep, Daisuke remembered when, not so long ago, he'd looked up to and admired Ichijouji Ken. He'd had a fond daydream of meeting the genius boy, impressing him with his superb soccer skills (since even Daisuke realized that his intellect was only average, and not impressive under any circumstances) and personable charm. In his daydream, Ken and himself had always become fast friends, best friends, inseparable. Ken would always insist on dragging Daisuke with him everywhere, introducing him to the media, making him famous. Daisuke had occupied himself with this dream quite frequently during school, and he remembered the thrill he'd gotten when he'd learned that his soccer team would be playing Ken's. His opportunity to make the dream come true had arrived.

Watching the Kaizer sleep, Daisuke fought back a wave of crushing disappointment. Things had not turned out anything like the way he'd always envisioned.

Daisuke glanced up toward the leash that was hooked to the headboard. Even if there were some kind of legitimate possibility that he could wriggle out of bed without waking his owner and attempt to escape, the damned leash prevented him from even trying. Sometimes he didn't even notice the collar around his neck anymore, but now that he was thinking about it he could feel every inch of it circling his throat. Dogs wore collars. Slaves did too, apparently.

And I'm a slave, thought Daisuke, wanting to cry but unwilling to give in to something that might wake his owner. I'm helpless. I'm defenseless. He's taking everything away from me that makes me human. His clothes, his dignity, his ability to choose and make decisions for himself. He ate when the Kaizer fed him, and what the Kaizer chose to give him. He bathed when the Kaizer told him to, he was raped whenever the Kaizer was aroused, he was tortured whenever the Kaizer decided that he needed a "lesson." I can't act, anymore. I can only react to what he does to me.

He rolled over onto his back, his hands beneath him and his knees still spread from the way his ankles were tied. At the motion, however, the monster beside him stirred and stretched. Daisuke closed his eyes, trembling.

"Mmm," said the Kaizer. In a somewhat sticky-sounding voice, he asked, "Awake already, are you? Anxious to get started?" A hand ran over Daisuke's thigh and then up over his groin. "Or do you just want me that badly?"

Daisuke realized with shame that he was erect when his master's hand found the erection and began to lightly stroke it. How does this keep happening? he wondered, hissing softly as he was gently stimulated. He squirmed, wanting to conceal the betrayal of his body in some fashion but unable to do it.

As the Kaizer roused himself to full wakefulness, he continued to play with his slave until Daisuke was groaning and twisting within his restraints. He didn't want to be this way. He didn't want to respond to his master's affection positively. If he couldn't be free entirely, he at least wanted to make his resentment of his slavery apparent, his complete lack of appreciation for the things being done to him. But he couldn't help it. After days of pain and fear and wanting to die, his body responded readily to the promise of pleasure that his master's touch entailed. It was as if the Kaizer was training him to react the way he desired, which Daisuke guessed was pretty much the intent anyway.

"You want it, don't you?" whispered the Kaizer, dipping down to nibble on Daisuke's chest.

"No," groaned Daisuke. He didn't want to be manipulated like this, but oh, how it made him feel!

"Oh, Daisuke. How can you lie to me with a straight face, when I have your answer in my hand?" His master gave his penis a gentle squeeze for emphasis, and Daisuke panted.

"I'm not ... I don't ... Oh-h-h-h-h-h ..."

"You want it," said the Kaizer, and it was not a question this time. "Say it."

"I don't ..."

"Say it. Don't make me threaten you, Daisuke."

Daisuke, by now, had a pretty good grasp on the idea that the Kaizer never really threatened. He just informed Daisuke of what he was going to suffer next and then did it to him. Even with his brain clouded by sexual excitement, Daisuke didn't want to find out what would happen if he "made" his master threaten him. "I want it," he whispered.

"Tell me how much you want it. How much you want me."

Turning his head to one side and attempting to thrust his hips up toward the source of the stimulation, Daisuke whispered, "Bad. I want it bad. Please, master. I want you. Please."

"Mmm. It's a pity it took you this long to start being honest."

The Kaizer deftly flipped Daisuke onto his stomach, which, because his wrists were bound behind him and his knees were forced to bend, pressed Daisuke's face down into the mattress and raised his bottom up into the air. Twisting to one side so that he could breathe, Daisuke waited for what he knew was coming; a few moments later, he felt his owner press into him.

It was different this time, almost like yesterday evening when he'd been untied and the Kaizer had been almost gentle with him. A thrill of panicky fear went through him at the feel of something inside him, yet the feeling of the Kaizer's penis rubbing against his ravaged insides made him moan, and move along with his master to maximize the sensation. As the Kaizer sped up a bit, he leaned down over Daisuke's back and began to stroke his slave's cock in time with his thrusts; Daisuke bit his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, and soon came into the Kaizer's hand. As he did so, his master groaned and came as well.

Daisuke shivered, not liking how he'd been used and ashamed that he'd been so easily exploited. I can't resist him. Why not? How does he keep doing this to me?

He felt his master pull out of him, and then he was picked up by the shoulder and forced back into a kneeling position, his leash drawn tight by the shift. An elegant hand, covered in white gobs, was presented to him. "Clean that off," said the Kaizer, and when Daisuke hesitated he was cuffed in the back of the head.

So not only was he being trained to become aroused at his master's whim, but he had to lick up his own come. At least he wasn't licking it off the floor this time ... wrinkling his nose at the musky scent of it, Daisuke cleaned off the Kaizer's fingers, feeling a bit nauseated.

The Kaizer ruffled his hair when he was finished, drying off his hand in Daisuke's cinnamon spikes. "Good boy. Are you ready for your lesson now, or should we wait until after breakfast?"

"No," said Daisuke softly, as his master rose and moved about, turning on lights and getting dressed.

"No, you're not ready now, or no we shouldn't wait?"

"Master, please, don't do this to me. I'm so tired."

"I'll wake you up, don't worry."

Dread settled heavily into Daisuke's stomach while the Kaizer opened the door and yelled out his opinion of lazy worms who didn't bring breakfast on time. Wormmon shuffled in almost instantaneously, pushing the cart and serving the Kaizer his meal.

Once upon a time, Daisuke had wondered why Wormmon was so ... loyal ... to a boy who never seemed to have a kind word for him or who gave him any attention unless it was a kick or an insult. He figured now that the Digimon was probably too terrified of what the Kaizer might do to him if he disobeyed. He'd only been here for a couple of days - heaven only knew what Wormmon had suffered at the Kaizer's hands over the weeks and months of their association. He felt a wave of sudden pity for the caterpillar, who rushed out again under the Kaizer's glare, and wished he could see Veemon. He sighed.

"Feeling sorry for yourself?" asked his master.

"No," said Daisuke. He was well beyond the stage where he might honestly feel self-pity.

"What then?"

Daisuke shifted, twisting his wrists and looking up toward the shadowed ceiling. "I miss Veemon. How is he?"

"He'll live. You should be proud of him, he's a magnificent fighter. I'm sure you saw at least part of that yesterday."

"Are you going to send him against the others?" asked Daisuke softly. His partner, his best friend, turned into a tool of destruction. It made his heart break.

"Eventually. He'd probably recover quicker if I let him de-Digivolve, but it's such a bother, forcing him to Digivolve again. I put him in a cell by himself and he should be fed regularly until he'd fit again."

Daisuke closed his eyes, imagining Exveemon laying alone and bleeding on the cold steel floor, all by himself and glaring with red eyes at the wall. He swallowed, wishing with all his heart that he was by his partner's side, not caged up here "entertaining" the Kaizer.

His moping was interrupted by the Kaizer coming over to unhook his leash. "Come eat," he said, and untied Daisuke's ankles.

Daisuke ate out of a bowl on the floor again that morning, lapping up some kind of mushy stuff that resembled oatmeal in texture but tasted like soggy, overly-sweet cereal. The Kaizer sat in a chair beside him, holding the leash and stroking him lightly on the rump while he ate, which made Daisuke feel all the more like a pet animal, at least until his master decided to run a single gloved finger around the outside of his anus, which was slick with semen. Daisuke whimpered, uneasy and blushing furiously.

"How bashful you are," said his master, sounding delighted. "Yet I know you like it, because you can't control it. You don't fool me, Daisuke, not one bit."

After he'd eaten and managed to drink out of another bowl without drowning himself, Daisuke was led into the bathroom, where he was utterly unsurprised by the morning ritual of toilet and bath. Finally freed from the ropes around his wrists in order to do these things, Daisuke took his time washing. He didn't know what his "lesson" was going to be like today, and he doubted that it could be worse than yesterday's, but he wasn't anxious to find out the details. He pondered asking his master why he was required to take so many baths, but finally elected not to. Conversation with the Kaizer tended to lead down hazardous roads.

Dry, or at least dry-ish, Daisuke was brought back out into the bedroom after his bath, nervous and trembling delicately; his body remembered his last "lesson" all too well, and feared a repeat performance far more than it had on earlier days. Daisuke noted with almost detached interest that he could not stop himself from shaking no matter what. He told himself, and quite logically too, that the Kaizer would not put him on the pole again ... he'd been told that it would be "saved for special occasions," and there was also the developing pattern that the torture he had to undergo followed no pattern. This failed to reassure his purely instinctive reaction, however, and Daisuke merely sighed as he remembered his master's promise to strip from him even the ability to control his own responses.

He's doing it. Everything he said he would. I can't stop him, I can't save myself.

"Up on the table," said the Kaizer, and Daisuke's fearful trembling didn't even slow down. It might not be the blinding agony of the pole, but he had a lot of unpleasant memories of the table as well. He forced himself to hop up onto it, and almost fell off because he was shaking so hard. "No," said his master, when Daisuke made to lay down on his back. "Roll over."

So Daisuke lay on his belly while his wrists were chained to the corners in front of him. The Kaizer then took some rope and lashed his wrists down tighter, and then did the same thing to Daisuke's ankles, so that Daisuke had some room to wiggle between the immovable points at his extremities, but he couldn't budge his hands or feet at all.

Daisuke didn't bother asking what the Kaizer was going to do to him. He already knew he wasn't going to like it.

Fingers trailed across the curves of Daisuke's back and rear end as the Kaizer said, "You like this, don't you, Daisuke?"

"No," whispered Daisuke, terrified and trying to beat the fear down.

"You're shaking. You know I'm going to hurt you, don't you?"

"Yes," said Daisuke, in an even softer whisper.

"Yet you climbed up on this table on your own. You let me chain you and tie you until you couldn't move and you were utterly at my mercy, knowing all the while that I wasn't going to show any mercy. You knew that I was going to torture you, even if you were perfectly obedient, simply because I like to do it, and yet you still obeyed me and didn't fight back. What does that look like from an outside viewpoint, Daisuke?"

"I don't know," whispered Daisuke.

"Yes, you do. You know." A sharp, piercing pain suddenly materialized along the outside of the sole of Daisuke's right foot, and he yelped and jumped. The pain dulled then, to a warm throbbing.

"That was a needle, Daisuke. It's not in there very deep, and no, before you ask, it doesn't have any venom on it. Not yet anyway. Whenever you lie to me, or fail to convince me that you are telling me the absolute and complete truth, I'm going to pick a sensitive area and put a needle into it, starting with the bottoms of your feet. We'll graduate to even better locations if I run out of room here, and I'll probably jab you a few times even when I believe you, for no particular reason. But, you will definitely like this a lot more if I don't run out of room here. I might use the snake venom on a few if I think you're being stubborn, so consider yourself warned."

Daisuke's toes curled. He'd never really considered the soles of his feet as being especially sensitive, but now that he was thinking about them, he knew that he definitely didn't want more needles in them.

"So tell me what it means, Daisuke, that you willingly put yourself into this situation where I can hurt you so much, and so easily, when you knew I was going to do it?"

Swallowing, Daisuke said, "I'm afraid of you."

"And you should be. But what did you gain by cooperating with me? You knew that I was going to torture you, regardless of what you did."

Hesitating, Daisuke attempted to frame his almost abstract terror into words, and then yelped as another needle was rammed into him, just below the ball of his left foot. His reactionary jerk at his restraints, trying to protect his feet from his torturer, predictably accomplished nothing aside from flexing the pierced flesh and making it hurt worse.

"What did you gain, Daisuke?"

Sweating now, Daisuke said, "I was h-hoping that you would hurt me less."

"Really? Didn't you learn anything at all yesterday? Wasn't it your obedience, meekly doing everything that I wished, that gained you what had to be the worst pain I could possibly inflict on you?"

"Yes," Daisuke whispered.

"Do you recall me saying that you were doing anything wrong yesterday? Do you recall disobeying me in any way?"

"No," said Daisuke.

"And what did I to you anyway?"

"You h-hurt me. You raped me and then put me back to hurt me some more." Tears were beginning to swell in Daisuke's eyes.

"So I rewarded your obedience and good behavior with yet more torture. And then you obeyed me again today. It looks to me like you must have enjoyed your reward. Did you like it, Daisuke?"

Flexing his hands, but unable to move them, Daisuke said, "No ... I'm just afraid ..." He squealed as he felt another needle enter beside the second one, piercing flesh already hot with pain. "I'm not lying!" he cried. "I don't like it!" A third needle formed a neat triangle with the other two in his left foot, and Daisuke shrieked.

"You must like this an awful lot, or you wouldn't keep asking for more."

"Master, please believe me, I don't like this!" Cool fingers touched his right foot again, and he winced even before the second needle was inserted there, in a line along the outside curve along with the first.

Daisuke knew he was screwed no matter what. He really didn't enjoy having needles stuck into him, and he certainly hadn't liked what had been done to him the day before. He supposed that he could lie, and claim to like it, but wouldn't that just encourage the Kaizer to torture him some more, believing his assumptions correct? No matter what he said, he could look forward to yet more pain. Resting his forehead against the table beneath him, Daisuke sobbed, and jerked when his master stabbed him with two more needles in his right foot, still following the line of the outer curve.

A hand glided up the back of his leg and over his rear and back. "Daisuke," said the Kaizer, approaching the head of the table. "Why won't you just admit it? Why do you make me do this to you? Hmm?"

"You'd be doing it to me anyway," said Daisuke softly.

"Yes, that's true, but it wouldn't be a lesson. It would be pure then, don't you see?" Daisuke's head was lifted by the hair, and the Kaizer bent down to look him in the eye. "You're so beautiful in your captivity. Think about it, Daisuke. Think about how it feels to be utterly restricted. Try to move your wrists, you can't. I've seen you tugging against the ropes on your ankles. You can't move your feet either. You can't protect yourself from me. You know you're going to be hurt, and you can't stop me. It's inevitable. How does that feel, Daisuke?"

"I'm afraid," whispered Daisuke.

"Look beyond your fear. Look at what your fear does to you." Dropping Daisuke's head, the Kaizer walked back down toward his victim's feet, and Daisuke panted with terror. He bit down on a scream as a fifth needle entered his right foot, completing the line of burning agony from the thick part of his heel to his pinky toe. The Kaizer then brushed his finger down the line of them, and Daisuke did scream then. The feeling of the points of the needles moving beneath his skin was nauseating.

"Master, please ... please ..."

"Tell me how it feels to be tightly tied down."

"I hate it."

"I didn't ask how you liked it." Another needle entered his left foot then, in the center of the triangle where the pain was already the greatest. Daisuke's left leg jerked spasmodically while he cried out. "Just tell me how it feels. Be complete, now. I want to hear every detail."

Swallowing, Daisuke tried to gather his thoughts quickly. Every prior hesitation had been punished, so he dared not remain silent too long. I'm giving in again. What else can I do? Nothing. "H-helpless," he said. "Vulnerable. I feel held down. I can't do anything. I can't do anything."

The Kaizer's finger brushed over the underside of the arch of his foot, the most delicate and sensitive location. Daisuke shivered, but no needle was driven in, not yet anyway. "Listen to your body and tell me what it's saying. How does it feel?"

Daisuke began to verbally catalogue himself for his master, hating the boy more with every sentence. He started with the most obvious. "My feet hurt," he whispered. "My rear hurts. My shoulder itches. I'm shaking all over and I can't stop doing it." It was as if he were being dissected, all his skin peeled off so that the inner workings could be held up for the idle perusal of another. This was the most violating thing required of him yet. "I can feel the shackles on my wrists and ankles. My stomach is doing things. I can't tell if it's that thing you put in me or not. The back of my head hurts where you grabbed my hair. My throat hurts some and feels scratchy. Ahh!" He jerked at his restraints and cried out as another needle joined the cluster in his left foot, and then another. It felt as if the entire patch of skin just below the ball of his foot was on fire now, and one of the tiny muscles deep inside the arch was cramping painfully as well.

"What things are your stomach doing, Daisuke?"

Pausing a moment to pant a little, Daisuke said, "It's ... moving. Like butterflies before a big game or an important test."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"... Yes." This was an unexpected question.

"Who have you loved?"

"... Hikari." Her name tasted like betrayal, when said to this maniac.

"What did you feel like, when you were around Hikari?"

"Master, please, don't ..." Daisuke interrupted himself with a scream as a needle was driven deeply into the most tender part of his right foot, along the curve of the arch. He kept screaming as the Kaizer twisted the needle around inside the wound for a few seconds, and then groaned in limp pain after the twisting ceased.

"Don't question me, slave, just answer what I ask. You can beg for mercy later, not that I plan on granting any. Now, what did you feel like around Hikari?"

"I ..." Daisuke paused to drag his thoughts together. "I love her. I feel ... light, like I could fly. And nervous. Because ... I want her to like me."

"Did you ever get shaky?"

"... Yes."

"Did you ever get butterflies in your stomach?"

Daisuke squirmed, wishing he were anywhere but here. Anywhere but forced to bare his soul for a boy who only wanted to see it so he could twist it around. "Yes," he whispered.

The Kaizer suddenly leaned against the side of the table and hissed in Daisuke's ear, "And you say that you don't love this, even though you say you feel the same way as you did when you were around Hikari?"

"Master," whispered Daisuke, and he was cuffed in the back of the head for it. He trembled in anticipation as the dark-haired boy retreated, and then shrieked when another needle was jammed deeply into the arch of his right foot, near the first. Both wounds then seemed to light aflame as the Kaizer twirled the metal around inside them, and Daisuke screamed in excruciating agony. He violently fought his restraints, pulling at them with all of his strength, but it wasn't enough. After a minute or so of blinding pain, it slacked back off into warm throbbing, and Daisuke tried to catch his breath, his skin feeling damp and icy with sweat.

"You can admit it, you know," said the Kaizer, somehow at Daisuke's ear again, his voice low and urgent. "This is the digital world, Daisuke. We can do anything here. Anything. The rules don't apply to us. The world doesn't have to know. We're completely free to be whatever we want to be, and nobody is going to slap us on the wrists and make us conform. If I want to keep someone in abject slavery and fuck him four times a day and make him scream for the fun of it, I can. If you want to be that slave, that's okay too. Nobody has to know about it, Daisuke. You don't have to worry about them judging you, because nobody will know about it but you and me."

Daisuke sobbed as the Kaizer said these things, a gloved hand stroking his back and shoulders. There was silence from his master for a little while, and then the Kaizer said, "You liked what I did to you yesterday, didn't you?"

Just say it! squealed the self-centered portions of his mind, the parts that didn't care about dignity and simply wanted to end this session of torture. "... yes," whispered Daisuke, miserable and willing to say whatever the Kaizer wanted, if it would stop the pain.

"You liked being chained to that pole, didn't you? Helplessly waiting for your muscles to give out and lower you into hell."

Don't deny it! "... yes," whispered Daisuke again.

"I know you don't like the pain itself. But you like feeling helpless, don't you Daisuke?"

"... yes."

"You like being in chains, collared, leashed, tied down, forced to submit."

"Yes."

"Threats of pain aren't enough for you, are they, Daisuke? Play-acting at submission isn't enough. Did you ever used to try tying yourself up when you were alone in your room, imagining that someone was threatening to torture you and masturbating?"

Daisuke shifted and hid his face in his arm. "Yes," he said. How could he know? Needless to say, Daisuke had never admitted this to anyone, never breathed a single word. In fact, he'd nearly forgotten that he used to do that, almost a year ago.

His master brushed his hair away from his ear, and whispered into it, "I bet you were able to give yourself something of a thrill at first, just from the novelty. But then it wasn't enough, was it Daisuke? Because you knew that nobody was actually there, and you could get out of your bindings whenever you wanted. There was no pain coming to you, it was just play-acting. Did masturbation become difficult for you after the newness wore off?"

Crying now with disgrace, Daisuke whispered, "Yes." How does he know?? He could feel himself starting to become aroused at his owner's words, in spite of the burning pain that still throbbed in his feet.

"You've been denying this because of what society has told you. You're expected to grow up to be strong and reliable and independent, when what you really want is to kneel at another's feet and be tied and be hurt and be fucked and be used and be forced to submit utterly."

"Yes," said Daisuke. It wasn't true ... but it was almost true, and it was becoming true. He sobbed with the shame of it. His master's fingers moved comfortingly through his hair.

"It's all right. Nobody has to know but me. And we don't have to talk about this again, either. You don't have to act like you enjoy it when I torture you. I know you don't, but I also know that the biggest thrill for you is the reality of what's being done to you. I know that the most delicious part is how I'm really hurting you, and really humiliating you, and really fucking you, and really turning you into a completely pliant little sex toy who is helpless to resist me."

Something cool and slick slipped between Daisuke's buttocks, and he moaned when it was pushed inside him. He didn't know what it was, but it felt thin and round and somewhat rigid; he could tell that it wasn't a finger or his master's penis, but beyond that was a mystery. Warming swiftly, it was pushed deeply inside him, much farther in than the Kaizer's cock could reach, then pulled out and pushed in again. He moaned with pleasure at the feeling - the thinness and smoothness of it made it completely comfortable, and it was different enough not to set off his new-born phobia of having a cock inside him. Clenching his fists, Daisuke tried to raise his hips toward the object when it was pulled out and thrust in again, and gasped as the change in angle made it brush against something inside him that felt divine. White spots danced before his closed eyes, and he whimpered when the motion of the thing stopped with it buried deeply within him.

"Master," he begged softly.

"Want more?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me that you like what I'm doing to you. Tell me what I'm doing that you love so much."

"I ... I like being tied down," Daisuke whispered.

"What else?"

"I like having a collar around my neck. I like being leashed. I like it when you force me to say things like this." He offered this with his eyes closed; this was somehow less real, less unacceptably deviant, if he did that. He couldn't believe he was giving in this completely. I don't believe any of this! This isn't me! But it was becoming him.

He was startled by breath in his ear as the Kaizer nibbled briefly on him there, and then he moaned again as the object was drawn back out of him and pushed in again. "You like being fucked, don't you, Daisuke?" asked his master. "Even when it's not me, you just like having something up your ass."

This hadn't been true until just now, but Daisuke whispered, "Yes," anyway. It was easier than denying it, which might make his owner stop what he was doing. He moved his hips again, seeking to rub his penis against something, but the only thing beneath him was the smooth table and that was neither comfortable nor sufficient.

"Say it."

Quietly, Daisuke did. "I like being fucked." It was easier now than it had been at first. Easy to just repeat what the Kaizer wanted, say what the Kaizer wanted him to say. And, because it had been said in his voice, something within Daisuke began to believe it.

The object's motion stopped for a moment, and Daisuke mewled a little, wiggling around so that he could feel it inside him. Then he shrieked as the Kaizer drove another needle into the arch of his left foot, and simultaneously stroked the object slowly out of him. Pleasure mixed with the pain of the torture, and Daisuke writhed, unsure whether he should be hating this or wanting more. He pulled hopelessly on his restraints and screamed in confusion as another needle was driven into him at the same time that he was given another flash of almost unimaginable sexual pleasure from the object within him.

"What am I to you, Daisuke? You never did answer that to my satisfaction, and I haven't forgotten about the question the way I'm sure you hoped I had."

He's doing this to me, making me feel these things. Daisuke sobbed softly, "Everything. You're ... making me feel what you want me to feel. I can't help it."

"And what are you, Daisuke?"

Through his tears of shame, Daisuke said, "Your slave."

"What else?"

"Your pet."

"What else?" The object within him brushed against that spot again that made Daisuke's erection ache.

"Your toy. Your plaything. Your possession."

"You're a slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, master," Daisuke whispered.

The thing inside him was removed then, and Daisuke whimpered a little at feeling it leave him. It was soon replaced, however; his master hopped up on the table, laying atop his back and kissing his shoulders a moment before thrusting his cock into the bound slave. Daisuke raised his hips as much as possible, wanting to feel as much as possible, and the familiar pain of the Kaizer's entry into him barely registered at all.

The Kaizer groaned against his neck and murmured, "You know, Daisuke, it's not rape if you want it."

It was easy, so easy, to just give in, to stop fighting and believe what his master wanted him to believe. To offer over his mind to be altered at his owner's whim. The Kaizer's manipulations struck a certain deep chord within Daisuke, and this made it even easier yet.

Some spark within Daisuke soul went out then, with the thought that ran through his mind as his master once again used his body for carnal gratification : Maybe ... maybe it's not so bad after all.