Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistakes We Make ❯ Day Five - Today Is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life ( Chapter 8 )

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

Daisuke was dreaming of being home, only things were different now. He was naked, wearing only a collar that bore a tag with his name on it, and nobody seemed to notice. They all behaved as if this were perfectly normal. His mother gave him dinner and asked him if he'd finished his homework, while his father argued with Jun, who was attempting to finagle permission to go on a date with a boy. Daisuke wanted to scream at them, demand to know what was wrong with them, what was wrong with him, but he didn't. He said nothing, meekly ate his dinner, and then went to his room, where his master sat on his bed, waiting for him.

He woke flushed and hot, covered in a thin layer of sweat ... and mysteriously untied. He distinctly recalled going to sleep with his arms bound behind his back, yet he woke up with his hands free. Sitting up and looking around, he found that he was alone in the Kaizer's bed, and apparently alone in the room. His leash was unclipped from his collar, and coiled on the bedside table and ... the door was open.

It seemed so strange, to not have the Kaizer to look at, to listen to, to fear, to desire, to fill the world with his presence, in spite of the fact that the Kaizer had left him alone for brief periods before. He couldn't hear the sounds of bathing either, although he did hear a rapid, irregular clicking sound through the open door to the rest of the fortress. After spending a few minutes staring around, waiting for his master to appear, Daisuke started to wonder what had happened. Was he free? Abandoned?

Getting out of bed was an effort. He hadn't been told to do it, and Daisuke hadn't done anything without being told to for almost a week. It was only by reminding himself that he was capable of originating actions - he had an eleven-year history of being capable of it - that he was able to force himself to get up. And it was only because he had been un-leashed that he was able to tell himself this at all; the removal of his restraints felt like tacit permission from his master to move around. The instant he put his feet down on the floor, however, pain shot up through them, and he hopped back up onto the bed, wondering if the floor had been electrified. A little experimentation revealed that no, it wasn't, his feet were just extremely tender from yesterday's lesson. Once this was established, he stood up again, trying like hell to walk carefully and minimize the damage he was doing to himself.

Hesitantly, he crept toward the door and peeked out into the darkness beyond it. The clicking was definitely coming from out there, although he couldn't see immediately what was causing it. Several large screens, like the one in the room with him, stared down around a central point and lit the darkness with a baleful blue-white glow. There were no other sources of light in the room aside from what was coming out of the door around Daisuke, and he was reminded of how his mother always used to tell him that staring at the television in the dark would hurt his eyes.

"Don't go any farther." Daisuke relaxed instantly at this order, and not just because he was finally receiving instructions. It was his master's voice, coming from the darkness of the room beyond. "If you walk through that door, you'll regret it, so be a good boy and stay in there."

"I'm sorry, master," he said softly, although the Kaizer's tone was not annoyed. "I didn't know where you were." He knew what the clicking was now : the Kaizer typing.

"Well, now you do, so be quiet. Why don't you go take your bath?"

"Yes, master." Still unable to see anything of the boy who ruled his life, Daisuke retreated back into the bedroom with strange, mincing little steps, each one giving him a spike of fine, almost razor-sharp pain. These little stabs of pain were like gifts from his absent master.

Enacting the morning ritual soothed him, though, despite the Kaizer's continued non-presence. It made his feet feel better, and he had a moment of terror when the tape holding the bandage down onto his tattoo came loose in the water. He didn't know what the Kaizer would say when he found out that Daisuke had removed it without his permission, although there was a certain fascination in the mark itself. The lines of the tattoo were clear and sharp, although scabbed over in places, and Daisuke had to twist around to see it at all.

I'm his. I've got his name on me, I must belong to him.

This idea didn't make him want to cry the way it had a few days earlier.

After bathing and drying himself off, Daisuke wondered what he ought to do next, and ended up wandering back over to the open door. He sat down, cross-legged, in the doorway, looking out into the darkness of the room and wondering if he was going to be fed. He hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast yesterday, and he was hungry. Thirsty too ... he'd been given water just before being tattooed, but nothing since, and while he supposed that he could go into the bathroom and get some water out of the sink there, he somehow thought that the Kaizer might be offended if he did.

Leaning against the doorjamb, he listened quietly to the Kaizer's typing and watched the screens as best he could. What was going on there was a bit confusing to him, as the Kaizer flipped between views frequently, but there didn't seem to be any fighting, and for that he was grateful. He might be the Kaizer's pet, but he still felt a sort of distant loyalty to the other Digidestined. It hadn't been their fault that he'd fallen into this fate, and he didn't want to see them hurt. There was nothing he could do to stop it of course ... he couldn't even save himself, much less anyone else. But it was still nice that nothing bad seemed to be happening to them right now.

After a while, the clicking stopped, and the Kaizer emerged from the dusky shadows. Daisuke drew back a little, overwhelmed by the Kaizer's proximity, but his master went down on his knees practically in Daisuke's lap and pressed him backwards, holding him down with his body. The floor was cold against Daisuke's back, but he bent backward without complaint.

"You're tempting me," said the Kaizer, and then he passionately kissed his slave. His skin and clothing were cool, as if he'd been walking outside in the winter. After a moment, he drew back and said, "I'm trying to work, and you're sitting here practically begging for me to come screw you. Where do you get off?"

Blinking in confusion, Daisuke said, "I wasn't doing it on purpose."

"Of course you weren't." And then Daisuke was pressed back against the floor again as his master nuzzled under his chin.

Daisuke offered no resistance as his master heavily stroked his skin and kissed him across his face and shoulders, although he would have liked it if the Kaizer had at least taken him up off the floor. This is what his owner kept him for, after all, and he had no right to make demands about locale. He became almost immediately erect, of course, his body preparing for the pleasure it knew his master could give him. His master, however, had other ideas.

"Mmmm," said the Kaizer, when his hand slid up Daisuke's leg and encountered the hard arousal there. "The little slut wants his master to fuck him, doesn't he?"

Unsure if this question was rhetorical or not, Daisuke breathed, "Yes."

Rather suddenly, the Kaizer hopped off of Daisuke and stood up. Wondering if he'd done something wrong, Daisuke sat up and watched his master walk over to the bedside table, where he picked up Daisuke's leash and a number of short ropes. Daisuke went cold with delicious anticipation.

In short order, the Kaizer had Daisuke bound into a neat, helpless bundle laying on the floor, his arms behind his back, his ankles tied together, and a loop of rope above and below his knees as well. The leash was then clipped to his collar, and as an afterthought the Kaizer also picked up a whip.

"Over there now," said the Kaizer, and Daisuke wriggled around until he could see where his master was indicating. A single, elegant gloved finger pointed toward the table where Daisuke had often been chained.

Daisuke shuddered, a complex blend of fear, arousal, and utter humiliation taking momentary control of his spine. He understood exactly what the Kaizer expected of him : to crawl like a snake or a worm across the floor, fighting his restricted range of movement all the way, with the goal being to attain the location of what would doubtless be yet more torture. It was bad enough that he knew it was going to happen, but the Kaizer was exercising his complete control over Daisuke by forcing him to battle his way toward it as if he desired it. Daisuke moaned, his desire sharpened by this demonstration of power over him.

"Come on," said his master, and he felt the whip flick across his rear. There wasn't any real force in it, not yet ... this was just a stinging reminder that he couldn't lay there all day. Daisuke began to squirm his way across the cool steel plates.

As a human being, the Kaizer was capable of walking to the table in only a few strides, but Daisuke had to fight for every wriggling inch. Whenever he stopped to rest, and sometimes when he was doing his very best, the Kaizer would flick him with the whip; these little goads started out as light taps, but quickly became sharp and biting, and the Kaizer took to laying them across his sore feet instead of undamaged skin. Daisuke whimpered when this happened, which probably only encouraged his master to do it some more.

After probably half an hour of strenuous effort and being driven by the whip, Daisuke arrived at the foot of the table and was allowed to stop and pant. He tingled all over, and he had no idea how he was going to get up onto the table without aid.

"How did your bandage come off?" asked the Kaizer, sounding cool and dignified, and everything that Daisuke was not.

"In the ... water," gasped Daisuke, who was still having trouble catching his breath.

"Hmm." The Kaizer hooked his leash over the corner of the table and walked away for a moment. When he came back, something cool that stung slightly was rubbed across Daisuke's tattooed buttock, and another patch of cloth taped down over it. "There you are," his master said.

Then Daisuke was picked up by the shoulders and hauled up onto the table like a sack of flour. The Kaizer picked up his bound ankles next, and swung them up as well, so that he was laying entirely on the table. "You've been a good boy," said the Kaizer. "You must really be looking forward to this."

"No," whispered Daisuke softly, his eyes closing. Yet it was true that he was almost painfully hard, and he moaned when his master touched his erection.

"No?" asked the Kaizer, amused. "Well, you must want something." The Kaizer's fingers ran lightly down his cock, and he moaned. "What is it that you're wanting so bad, if not pain?"

"I want you to t-touch me," whispered Daisuke. "Hold me ... I want you inside me ..."

"You want me to fuck you," summarized the Kaizer, matter-of-factly.

"Yes." Daisuke writhed as he was stimulated.

The Kaizer tsked softly. "I think you're getting entirely too much pleasure out of this. This isn't for your enjoyment, you know." He cooed this into Daisuke's ear while teasing him, and tears of despair escaped the corners of Daisuke's eyes. Then he carefully untied Daisuke and chained him to the table, giving him no opportunity to escape, although Daisuke wasn't fighting him or trying to get away. He wasn't sure what he'd do if he was suddenly set free. His master wiped the tears away with a gentle hand, and said, "Are you afraid of me, Daisuke?"

"Yes, master," said Daisuke softly.

"Good. You should be."

Daisuke shut his eyes, desperately aroused, and he gasped when his master grasped his cock in one hand, holding him firmly and pulling downward to roll back his foreskin. Then he felt something cold touch the delicate, moist tip and rub down along the length, and he opened his eyes to see the Kaizer's fingertips stroking something onto him. It was transparent and gel-like, similar in appearance to the lubricant that Daisuke had seen him use, and the feeling of this being applied to skin that was rarely exposed to air and never touched directly was strange and distinctly unpleasant. Daisuke gritted his teeth and shifted his hips, although he knew there was no escaping it.

After slathering on quite a bit of this stuff, the Kaizer allowed Daisuke's foreskin to slide back up, trapping the unknown substance within the most sensitive folds of his cock, and carefully wiped every trace of it off his fingertips. Daisuke wanted to know what it was, and what sort of awful experience he could expect from it, but he didn't ask. He wasn't sure why not.

He found out what it was in rather short order anyway. As his master watched him expectantly, the feeling of coolness suddenly flared and warmed. Daisuke licked his lips, staring up at the Kaizer fearfully as the feeling of heat continued to build, going from merely uncomfortable to mildly painful.

"Mmmph," said Daisuke, as the bizarre feeling continued to increase. He couldn't stop the instinctive motion of his hips, trying to find some position that didn't hurt. "Master," he gasped.

"Does it hurt?" asked the Kaizer.

"Yes!" He groaned as the Kaizer dipped his finger into something that he couldn't see and then rubbed some of the substance onto each of his nipples, across his scrotum, and then, by forcing up one of his knees, over the delicate, already-damaged flesh of his anus. The initial feeling of coldness sent shivers down Daisuke's squirming spine, and then when the heat began to build in these new locations, he whimpered.

His cock was in serious pain by now, and when the Kaizer's hand shifted to play with it, Daisuke screamed as every throbbing nerve complained at once. As pain went - and Daisuke was becoming a connoisseur of pain - this was less intense than, for instance, being electrocuted or being stabbed with needles, but it was absolutely maddening nevertheless. The burning sensation was unpleasant if he held still, and when rubbed, as the Kaizer was rubbing his cock now, it became intolerable, like an itch that only became worse when scratched.

"Master, please," he whispered, "please stop this."

"You don't like it?" asked the Kaizer.

"No! Master, please ..." He turned his head to one side, all residual shame that he might have felt at begging having been swept away a long time ago.

"You still want me to fuck you?"

"No, no, don't, please master, don't!" The mere idea of having his sensitized, burning anus stretched and rubbed by his master's cock while this whatever-it-was tormented him sent Daisuke into a frenzy of desperation. Yet he knew that his master would fuck him now, now that he was all but guaranteed to be unable to enjoy it. His own inability to head off the pain that he knew was coming, the pain that he had all but asked for, turned him on terribly.

His ankles were released then, and his master was soon kneeling on the table between his legs, a hand on each of his thighs. Daisuke cried, wanting to protect his hurts but not fighting back when the Kaizer forced him to bend in the desired direction. It was no use. He couldn't possibly escape.

The Kaizer let out a soft moan of pleasure as he pressed into Daisuke, and Daisuke's back arched with the spasm of fiery pain that went through him. He cried out and begged for his master to please stop, and in response the Kaizer balanced himself on one hand and brought up the other to play with Daisuke's nipples. The new influx of pain made Daisuke tense up and scream again, which in turn made his master moan and thrust into him harder. Yet there was also an element of pleasure in what was happening to Daisuke; he was still aroused, and because he was aroused the Kaizer's thrusts hit something inside him that flooded his system with sexual bliss. The pain and the pleasure were like spice and sugar, a combination that Daisuke would not have traded for anything in the world.

With Daisuke wriggling and screaming beneath him, the Kaizer wasn't long in reaching climax, and he whispered his slave's name when it happened. As the Kaizer spent himself within Daisuke's body, the level of pain slacked off enough that Daisuke was able to relax a bit and catch his breath. Tears ran down his temples, and he wanted so very badly to come, yet the itching, fiery feeling beneath his foreskin made him suspect that this was going to be impossible.

After a little while, the Kaizer removed himself and hopped down off the table, rearranging his clothing and unchaining Daisuke. "I'm so glad you're here," he said, just before favoring his slave with a deep kiss. Daisuke said nothing, his mouth being full of his master's tongue, but he couldn't imagine it anymore, being anywhere else.

The Kaizer left him then, returning to the other room where the irregular clicking of his typing resumed. Daisuke remained on the table for a little while, pondering the misery of his hunger, his thirst, the burning sensation that still smoldered at sensitive locations, and his powerful, unfulfilled need to come. He also missed his master, although he could hear the other boy working, and so after a little while he climbed down and crept on painful feet to the doorway again, where he knelt down on the threshold of freedom, as close to the Kaizer as he could get without leaving his cage.

Daisuke knew then that he'd been thoroughly broken. He could remember, of course, doing other things besides waiting pathetically for his owner to return and claim him. He knew that once he'd liked basketball, and soccer, and Hikari, and horsing around with Veemon. He knew that somewhere out there he had a family, people who were probably frantic with worry because they didn't know what had happened to him, and friends who were more than likely trying to find him because they did know what had happened to him. Well, they knew part of what had happened to him anyway ... before this week, he wouldn't himself have believed the Kaizer capable of torture and rape.

We were so wrong about him. We thought he was just a normal kid, like us, and we couldn't understand why he was doing any of this. But he's not normal. He's not dull and boring and stupid, the way he said normal people are ... and he was right about that. Normality really is kind of bland, and he's anything but that.

The Kaizer flickered like an indigo flame in the center of Daisuke's life, although he was currently invisible in the darkness of what Daisuke now guessed was the fortress control center. All this time, he'd been right beside the seat of the Kaizer's power, and hadn't realized it. He'd known, in a distant sort of way, that the room that circumscribed his life was located somewhere in the Kaizer's base, but the idea of being so close to the place where his master had doubtless watched him, thought about him, planned his capture ... it was thrilling. Looking out into it was like being given a glimpse into the shadowy mind that had done this to him.

And what had been done to him? Part of Daisuke was aware of the violence that had been perpetrated on him. Part of Daisuke knew that, no matter how natural and easy this felt now, it was not what he would have chosen for himself if given the slightest option. Part of Daisuke knew that he'd been brainwashed, that he'd been raped in a far deeper and more intimate way than the physical, sexual manner that had become so familiar that it no longer felt like rape anymore. This tiny, aware portion of Daisuke was powerless to change any of it. Not so long as the Kaizer was there, reinforcing Daisuke's submission with his confidence and dominance. Behaving like a slave was easy when a master was around to make it feel natural.

Daisuke knelt on the cold floor for a long time, thinking these things and feeling his master's semen trickle down the inside of his thigh. Never an introspective person, Daisuke was a bit surprised to catch himself in the act of introspection. He supposed that huddling in a doorway, almost dying with the need to climax and completely unable to do it, was a bit of a mind-focusing experience.

This is what I am. It's not what I used to be, but that's okay. It's what I am now.