Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Mistakes We Make ❯ Epilogue IX - Look Back, Look Forward ( Chapter 17 )

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EPILOGUE - PART IX

The sun had set in the digital world around the same time as in the real world, and so it was a dark and chill journey to the Kaizer's fortress. Daisuke hadn't the faintest idea of where the fortress was, but he no longer knew where he was either, so it didn't really matter.

The very first Digimon he and Veemon encountered that was wearing a dark ring, a Tuskmon as it happened, had stopped dead in front of him and given him a very strange look. After a few seconds, the Tuskmon had reached down to pick him up and begun to walk. Even now, he was held closely to the Digimon's scaled chest like a favorite doll, protected from the lashing branches and brambles by the creature's forearms, while the Tuskmon's long legs propelled them relentlessly through a nameless forest. Veemon occasionally yelled at the Digimon carrying Daisuke, wanting the Tuskmon to slow down; that was the only way Daisuke knew that his partner was still with him, keeping up.

His heart pounded, and Daisuke felt a bit giddy. There was no turning back now, and the nerve that had been required for him to set himself on this path left him feeling strung out and hollow. This journey through the forest was unreal, like a dream, as if the resolute and confident boy that Daisuke had once been were imagining it all for a lark. He felt disconnected from himself, and light-headed.

During the trip, Daisuke thought continually of the Kaizer. The way the Kaizer smelled, the way he moved, the sound of his voice and the softness of his lips; with any luck, he would be seeing his master again shortly, and the possibility made him want to moan. His master loved him. He'd said so, many times, and Daisuke knew that the Kaizer didn't lie ... he had no need to lie, when the truth was so devastating by itself.

Surely there was nothing wrong with this. Maybe there was something wrong with the things the Kaizer did otherwise - and Daisuke was no longer totally convinced that it was actually wrong for the Kaizer to conquer the digital world - but there couldn't possibly be anything really wrong about being loved by someone so brilliant, so skilled, someone who could unwrap the grey wool blanket that seemed to surround him and let him see and hear and breathe and feel.

Chibimon had been right. Daisuke was sure that he could make his master understand how much it meant to him that Veemon be left alone, with no spiral or dark ring or anything like that, and once the Kaizer understood this, surely he would grant Daisuke his wish. Surely. Daisuke had almost managed to convince himself of this, and he was starting to feel better about letting Veemon come along. Not that he could have really kept Veemon from coming along.

The Tuskmon broke out of the forest and began a rapid trot across a plain, which caused Veemon to complain again about the pace. Daisuke looked up at the digital moon, which somehow seemed closer and less solid than the moon in the real world. It was almost as if it were painted on the velvet curtain that composed the sky, and backlit to make it shine. The air here on the plain was cooler than in the forest, and he shivered a little, which caused the Tuskmon to hold him more firmly to his chest. Nervousness began to liquefy Daisuke's insides as the Tuskmon carried him back to his master, obeying the directive from the Kaizer that was tattooed on his haunch. Surely the Kaizer would take him back ...

Pressed as he was against the Digimon's chest, Daisuke never really saw the Kaizer's base or knew that they were approaching it. Suddenly the Tuskmon was underground, clawed footsteps now echoing through corridors of cold black steel, and Daisuke shivered again for reasons that had nothing to do with the temperature. He remembered this place, the smell of the metal and oil and coldness and electricity. It was the smell of home, and he could effortlessly imagine the scents of sex and terror and pain and blinding desire mixed in. As they should be.

Startled Digimon challenged the Tuskmon, who replied to them in a voice so deep and rumbling that Daisuke had trouble making out what he said. Whatever was said, however, caused the challenging Digimon to let the Tuskmon pass. Veemon squealed in protest at something that happened outside of Daisuke's line of sight, and he closed his eyes. Was this really the right thing to do? Too late now for second thoughts ... but was it?

Doors opened, and the Tuskmon moved swiftly through the fortress. More doors opened, and Daisuke began to squirm again, suddenly unsure of his welcome, unsure of everything. He couldn't see very much, just the metal of the walls as the Tuskmon passed through featureless corridors and the Digimon's chest. Matters were completely out of his control now.

"Daisuke!" yelled Veemon, sounding far away now. Daisuke shut his eyes, knowing that Veemon was being separated from him and that there was nothing he could do to stop it. Worse yet, he wasn't sure he wanted to stop it, because it was undoubtedly what the Kaizer wanted, and what his master wanted ... he wanted as well, wasn't that the way it was supposed to be?

There was more door-opening and door-closing, and more walking around turns and corners. Then, abruptly, the Tuskmon halted and said in his deep voice, "Master."

Daisuke's spine melted when he heard the Kaizer say, "Put him down." His master's voice.

The Tuskmon did as he was instructed, setting Daisuke down on his feet. Reeling a little, Daisuke had to take a moment to catch his balance, and while he was doing that, the Kaizer said, "Leave us." The Tuskmon didn't respond, he just turned and left and shut the door behind him.

Daisuke quickly recognized the room as the Kaizer's control center. Monitor screens shone coldly down on the chair whose back was to him, and over in the opposite wall he could see the closed door that led to the Kaizer's bedroom. His bedroom. His master's hands left the arms of the chair and the irregular clicking of typing picked up, although there was something odd about the sound that Daisuke didn't like.

Closing his eyes, Daisuke whispered, "Master."

The clicking stopped, the chair squeaked as it turned, and footsteps approached. Then Daisuke could feel the Kaizer's arms around him, and a hand stroking his hair. Tears stung his eyes as he leaned against his master's shoulder, breathing deeply to draw in the familiar, comforting scent.

"Shhh," said the Kaizer softly. "It's all right. It's okay. I've got you."

"I'm sorry," said Daisuke, not knowing what, exactly, he was apologizing for. Only that he was so very sorry.

"It's all right. I forgive you."

Daisuke began to cry in earnest then, sobbing against the heavy armor of the Kaizer's cloak, while his master held him close and ran a gloved hand through his hair. After a few minutes, Daisuke couldn't help reaching up as well, sliding his arms hesitantly around the other boy's slender waist, encouraged when tacit permission was given to do this. Oh, how wonderful it felt, holding and being held, warm and safe in the Kaizer's embrace, protected from the confusion of a world that no longer wanted him. He was wanted, here. The Kaizer would not try to change him from what he was, because he'd already become everything his master wanted. Never before had he felt so beloved.

The hand in his hair drifted lower and over his shoulder, and slipped beneath the lapel of his flame-painted digital jacket. The Kaizer pressed back on it, and Daisuke tugged off his gloves behind the Kaizer's back before shrugging a little to free his arm from the jacket. The other arm came out next, and the jacket dropped to the floor with a dull, heavy thud. Daisuke felt lighter, more weightless without it. His shirt went next, his master tugging it loose from the waistband of his shorts and then up over his head. This necessitated Daisuke drawing back a little bit, and when it was done the Kaizer held him out at arm's length.

"I'd almost forgotten how beautiful you are," said the Kaizer. He took off his own gloves then, and ran his eyes and hands down Daisuke's chest. Daisuke shivered, his nipples contracting until they were as hard and erect as his penis. His master rubbed his thumbs over them, and Daisuke gasped softly.

"Why did you come back to me, Daisuke?" asked the Kaizer after a moment, still caressing him.

"I need you," murmured Daisuke, almost drowning in pleasure and desire. His master was looking at him, touching him, and that was all he needed for his maddening erection to twitch and throb.

"When is the last time you came?"

"Sunday n-night, in my sleep. Oh ..."

"I mean when you were awake." The Kaizer gently pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled the bit of flesh around, which made Daisuke's knees weaken and his cock throb.

"Before ... mmm ... they took mm-me ... master ..."

Running his hands down Daisuke's flanks, the Kaizer tested the waistband of his shorts for a moment before carefully unsnapping and unzipping the fly. Daisuke drew in a hissing breath when the Kaizer pulled his shorts and underwear both over his hips and down his thighs; he couldn't kick off his shoes fast enough. He shivered as his master knelt to pull the clothing off, and peeled off his socks while he was down there, leaving him naked. This felt right. It felt proper, despite the gooseflesh that rippled up his skin at the feeling of a slight movement of air.

"Down," said the Kaizer after straightening, and Daisuke collapsed to his knees as if poleaxed, too shaky to stand any longer. The Kaizer did not follow him down, and so his master's fingertips ended up resting on his shoulders while he faced the Kaizer's upper thighs and hips and groin. The Kaizer's pants clung closely to his hips, and Daisuke couldn't help leaning forward a little to rest his cheek against the white stripe on one side. The fabric felt like satin, and smelled like his master's arousal, and he could feel the curve of the Kaizer's hip through it.

"What are you, Daisuke?"

"I'm yours," whispered Daisuke, knowing how this game was played and what sort of answer was acceptable. "I'm your slave. I belong to you. I'm property." He felt fingers move roughly through his hair, and tilted his head back a little into the caress.

"But you're not wearing a collar."

Daisuke leaned forward a bit more, rubbing the side of his neck against his master's hip, his face in the folds of the Kaizer's cape and his shoulder against the Kaizer's knee. "They took it," he said.

"There's another one in the bedroom," said the Kaizer.

The implicit order was clear, and so Daisuke regretfully pulled back and looked up at the Kaizer's face; the dark eyes he found so beautiful and so deliciously cruel were hidden by the light reflecting off his glasses, but an amused smirk curled the corner of his mouth. Slowly, trembling, Daisuke rose to his feet and crossed the room toward the bedroom door.

Opening the door and walking inside was even more like coming home than entering the fortress had been. This was the room where he had ceased to be what he had been before, and had started to be what he was now. This room had defined his life, rendered him helpless and dependent in his inability to leave it; had something happened to his master, so that Daisuke were left alone and unattended indefinitely, he would surely have starved to death trapped here. And yet, this room had also concealed him from the unsympathetic eyes of others, those like the ones who had taken him away, those who had tried to change him back into the person he'd been before. Nothing in it had altered in the slightest : the walls were still covered in now-useless code, the bed was in disarray, and the lights were dim and low. Daisuke saw that the pole and table that his master had used to hurt him were still there as well. He paused, momentarily overcome by anticipation and desire, and then shook himself and looked around for the collar.

He found it on the bedside table, picked it up, and was about to carry it back out to his master. But when he turned, he saw that the Kaizer had moved and was standing in the doorway now, eyes concealed and lips impassive. Daisuke took a step forward and held out the collar toward him.

"No," said the Kaizer softly. "Put it on yourself."

Daisuke fell to his knees again, panting with the intensity of his lust. He owns me ... and I'm letting him. I want it. How does he do this to me? Even after half a year, Daisuke still didn't know, he only knew that he liked it. Liked it? Needed it, craved it, demanded it. Once upon a time, he'd hated the Kaizer and would have done almost anything to get away from him, to put an end to what the Kaizer did to him and with him. Now that he was free, he'd come back willingly for more. Slowly, Daisuke lifted a hand to his throat, feeling the delicate wrinkled scar tissue that had formed beneath the first collar, a gall mark that he had ceased to notice almost before it had appeared. He ran his fingers over the smooth mark, and then raised his new collar up, wrapping it around his neck and fumbling a bit with the buckle and long tongue to get it fastened.

The Kaizer approached him then and tugged on the tongue of the collar, fitting slits in the leather through two metal rings that Daisuke had seen but not understood. Daisuke gazed up at his master while his collar was yanked to do this, swaying a little and marveling at how delicately beautiful, yet undeniably masculine his master was.

Something in the way the Kaizer handled the collar bothered Daisuke, some hint of clumsiness that had never been there before. When the Kaizer finished and was about to turn for something else, Daisuke reached up on impulse and took his master's unexpectedly inept right hand. Pausing in surprise, the Kaizer stood passively as Daisuke hesitantly examined the slender fingers and palm for an answer. The answer came when he attempted to curl his master's hand into a loose fist, and encountered resistance that drew a hissing gasp from the Kaizer.

The Kaizer's middle finger was frozen, extended, and wouldn't bend more than few degrees inward toward his palm.

"Don't do that," said the Kaizer, his tone low and dangerous. He pulled his hand back and opened a drawer in the table behind Daisuke.

Daisuke bowed his head. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Here," said the Kaizer, and Daisuke glanced up a little to see that his master was holding something out toward him. He lifted his hands to accept whatever it was, and it was passed over. Two small brass and steel padlocks were placed into his hands. "Let's make sure that this collar doesn't come off as easily as the last one," said the Kaizer after giving Daisuke a few seconds to absorb the implications.

Slowly, savoring every moment that he knelt here, naked on the floor and accepting his own submission, Daisuke located the rings on his collar with his fingers and secured first one lock, then the other. They closed with well-oiled clicks. He looked up at his master then, sure that the other boy could see how badly he needed to fucked, how aroused he was by all of this from the hardness of his erection and the quickness of his breath. "Master," he whispered.

"Up," the Kaizer replied.

Standing slowly, Daisuke closed his eyes; a moment later, he felt the Kaizer's fingers lightly brushing over his arms, up to his shoulders, then down over the skin of his chest. He shivered, and went pliantly backward when pressed that way, tripping a little and falling across the bed when his legs hit the edge of it.

The Kaizer knelt down on the edge of the bed between his knees, and ran a possessive touch up Daisuke's thighs, hips, flanks, as he leaned over his slave to kiss him. Daisuke accepted the kiss eagerly, and when the Kaizer rested some of his weight on Daisuke, he slipped his arms up around his master's waist to hold him closer. It felt right, it felt proper, to have his hands on the small of the Kaizer's back and feel that whiplash strength pressed against him.

As the Kaizer's kiss intensified, and the slender body that he held ground against him, Daisuke began to pant. He could feel the Kaizer's erection against his hip, while his own pressed into the Kaizer's thigh; the scent of sexual arousal filled his nostrils and went straight back down to his groin like a feedback loop. Before he knew what had happened, the two of them had rolled over so that the Kaizer lay beneath him, and a hand in his hair guided his lips down to the junction between his master's neck and shoulder. Daisuke licked deeply into the pale flesh there, and the Kaizer arched beneath him with pleasure.

The musk of sex and the feeling of a body willing to satisfy his insistent craving quickly took over Daisuke's mind entirely, and so he didn't notice it when the Kaizer tensed somewhat under his urgent caresses. He definitely did notice it when his master deftly twisted out from under him, flipped him onto his belly, and bent one arm behind him in a painful lock while straddling his back. Daisuke, still gasping for breath and almost mad from his desperate arousal, squirmed in the hold, and cried out as the Kaizer cruelly wrenched his arm further back. The influx of pain was like a splash of cold water in his face.

"What did you think you were doing?" whispered the Kaizer, panting heavily in his ear.

"I ... I don't ..." Daisuke shut his eyes, beating back the mindlessness of his lust; this was easier now, with agonizing pain lancing through his shoulder and back and arm and elbow like a clarifying wind. He vaguely remembered now, tearing apart the fastenings of his master's jumpsuit and reaching inside, aggressively stroking the soft skin beneath the fabric, knocking off the yellow-and-violet glasses, sucking on and licking the Kaizer's nipple ... He went cold all over, although the demanding erection that was driving him insane did not flag. He had to be going insane, to attempt to assert even an iota of control over sex, much less that much! Pressing his face into the mattress, Daisuke whimpered, and his hips moved involuntarily against the bed beneath him. "I'm sorry, master," he murmured.

"Not sorry enough," said the Kaizer. "I think the real world has spoiled you into thinking that you can get what you want sometimes. Maybe what you need is a brush-up lesson in the reality of your situation."

The word "lesson" went through Daisuke like a shot of adrenaline, and he cried out softly as if his torture had already started. Terrified, he said, "No, master, please. I don't need a lesson, I swear I don't."

"Oh, nonsense. You not only need one, I think you want one too." The Kaizer's grip on his arm loosened, and a hand slipped between Daisuke's thighs to probe experimentally at the base of his penis, which was still painfully hard. "Mmm. You do want one."

"I don't," sobbed Daisuke softly. "I swear I don't, I just want you to fuck me, please, master, please." Yet it was undeniable that his arousal was not lessened by the promise of upcoming pain, and he could feel the Kaizer's erection as well, pressing against his buttocks at times as the boy moved.

After a moment of contemplation, the Kaizer released him and stood up, rearranging his clothing and putting his glasses back on so that it was as if Daisuke had never assaulted him. Daisuke brought his wrenched arm forward, rolling his shoulder to stretch out some of the pain, and he was still doing that when the Kaizer clipped a leash to his collar. Drawn up off the bed, Daisuke stood passively while his wrists were loosely bound behind his back, and then followed passively as the Kaizer led him back out into the control center.

He was told to kneel next to his master's chair facing the door, and did so; the leash went around the arm of the chair. The Kaizer sat down, and Daisuke bowed his head in fear while the Kaizer typed out something. His blood ran cold, though, when his master raised his voice and said, "Bring Veemon up."

"Veemon?" he whispered.

"Yes, Veemon," said the Kaizer in a slightly mocking tone. "You know Veemon, that blue thing you brought back with you. That was very obedient of you, you know. He makes a fine strike force leader, one of the best."

"Master," said Daisuke softly, "please let Veemon go."

There was a pause, and the chair creaked as the Kaizer glanced down at him. "Now, why would I do that?"

"Because ..." When his voice cracked, Daisuke swallowed, and started over. "Because you love me."

Silence for a few seconds; then the Kaizer chuckled softly and reached down to maul Daisuke's hair. "Honestly."

"Please, master, leave him alone. You don't really need him, and the only reason he came along was because he was afraid for me."

There was another pause, in both words and petting, and then the Kaizer said, "First you try to screw me, and now this! What's gotten into you?"

Daisuke leaned against the Kaizer's knee and whispered, "Please, master."

The Kaizer didn't reply right away, and Daisuke closed his eyes in despair. He whispered a soft apology to Veemon over and over, but what was actually running through his mind took a sharp turn away from Veemon almost immediately. His master's scent clung to him, and he could still feel his master's body pressed against him like a ghostly echo in his skin. He'd been so close! The Kaizer had been willing to fuck him, and had been about to do it, and he'd screwed that up by losing his mind or something. What had he been thinking? What sort of automatic reaction had engaged to cause him to make such a colossal mistake?

More to the point, why had the Kaizer let him get so far, and not squelched him immediately? Daisuke's whispered apologies ceased as this thought occurred to him, and he frowned a bit.

"Let me go!" The furious command was muffled a bit through the door, but Daisuke looked up as he recognized his Digimon's voice. The door to the rest of the fortress opened, admitting a pair of Veggiemon carrying a struggling Veemon. Daisuke immediately lowered his gaze to the ground, not able to look Veemon in the eye after he'd brought his partner back to the Kaizer. Not when he was kneeling at the Kaizer's feet like the powerless spoil-of-war that he was, and not when his erection twitched at every motion of the Kaizer's leg.

Veemon, however, had no compunctions about looking at him. "Daisuke!" he said, excited, all anger gone from his voice. "Did you talk him into it? Why are you undressed?"

"Chain him and leave us," said the Kaizer, and Daisuke heard rattling and then a solid metallic click. Veemon protested this all the way, but it must not have gotten him anywhere because a moment later the heavy door shut again. Daisuke shut his eyes completely, as if that would somehow make this less real, but then the Kaizer roughly grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up to force him to look at Veemon, who had a steel collar around his neck which was attached via a chain to the black plates on the floor. A tiny squeak escaped him, and Veemon yelled again, "Daisuke!"

"Why are you staring at the floor?" said the Kaizer. "You're not ashamed, are you?" Daisuke didn't answer, not knowing what was expected of him; besides, he'd forgotten just how much having his hair clutched could hurt. After a little pause, the Kaizer continued, "You'd better not be. You came to me, after all. I want you to remember that, Daisuke. This time, you came to me, I didn't kidnap you or force you to come, you came of your own free will, knowing full well what was going to happen once you got here. So you'd better not behave like you're changing your mind about it now." The Kaizer shook his head by the hair to emphasize what he was saying, and Daisuke whimpered. It was all true. By everything he held dear, it was all true.

"Daisuke!" squealed Veemon. "Leave him alone, you jerk! He likes you a lot, how can you be so mean to him? Daisuke!"

The Kaizer laughed softly. "Is that true, Daisuke?" The grip in his hair softened and became a gentle caress.

"Yes, master," he whispered.

"Do you love me, Daisuke?"

Daisuke hesitated, and the Kaizer allowed him to think about it, smoothing down the ravaged nerves in the back of his scalp. Did he? He must, he'd betrayed everything he'd been, everyone who'd believed in him, to be with this boy. What other reason could there be? "Yes, master," he said finally.

"Say it for me."

"I love you."

"Didn't I tell you once that you'd learn to love me?"

"Yes, master."

Something seemed to loosen in Daisuke's chest then, some knot of uncertainty that he hadn't been aware was there until he felt it go away. It was true; he wasn't just saying this because the Kaizer wanted him to say it, or because all other options had been eliminated, leaving it as the only possible answer. Daisuke realized then that he did love Ken, so he said it again, tasting the words. "I do. I love you."

"I'm happy to hear that," said his master. "Stand up."

Daisuke did, and his wrists were unbound, although the end of the leash was, for the moment, left looped around the arm of the Kaizer's chair. He was given no time to wonder about this, though, because as soon as his hands were free, the Kaizer picked something up off the console in front of him and tapped him on the arm with it. Daisuke glanced down to see what it was.

His master was holding a dark spiral out to him.

Daisuke froze, terrified again, but the Kaizer then nudged him a second time and said, "Take it." So he took it, holding it gingerly between his thumb and middle finger, feeling the irregularities in the metal where the code that powered it had been incised.

"Master," he whispered, as dread clenched a cold fist in his belly.

"Don't be afraid of it," said the Kaizer with a self-satisfied little grin. "It won't hurt you. All you have to do is walk over to Veemon and put it on him, and that will be your entire punishment."

Veemon gasped, and Daisuke immediately fell back down to his knees and looked imploringly up at the Kaizer. "Master, please no, don't make me do that! I can't do that!"

"Yes, you can," said the Kaizer. "In fact, you have to. Because if you don't, I'll force you. And although I will enjoy that, you definitely won't."

"Please, please no, just let Veemon go! Please!"

"Go on. Do it."

"I can't! I can't do that to Veemon!" He rested his hands on his master's knee, and the Kaizer reached down and took the spiral away. Then he roughly grasped Daisuke's wrists and wrapped the discarded rope around them again, binding them together in front of him.

"Somehow, I knew you were going to say that."

The Kaizer tapped at his computer while Daisuke stared dumbly down at his tied wrists, until the sparkle of something being coded into existence drew his attention reluctantly upward. He was just in time to see the residual glittering light spark off a heavy chain with a hook on the end of it, and he shivered. The other end of it was lost in the darkness of the ceiling, but the part that dropped down into view pended suddenly at a height that would be just about an arm-length above his head if he were standing.

"What's that?" asked Veemon curiously, and with some hostility. "What are you gonna do with that? What are you gonna do to Daisuke, you ... you!"

"You'll see," said the Kaizer. He rose from the chair and approached the chain, taking Daisuke's leash with him, which meant that Daisuke of course had to follow him. Although Veemon seemed confused about what was happening, Daisuke's breath quickened a bit. He'd not only gone insane and assaulted the Kaizer, he'd defied his master's wishes as well. Without knowing exactly what was going to be done to him, Daisuke knew that it was probably going to be unbearable - it would have to be, to make him prefer spiraling Veemon. He was sure that the Kaizer could do it, could make him prefer to spiral Veemon rather than continue suffering whatever he was about to suffer, but there was no way he was going to give in. At least ... not yet. Not before he knew what it was.

Daisuke's bound wrists went over the hook, just as he expected, with the taller Kaizer lifting him up a bit to do it. His ankles were bound as well so that his feet were spread, which he did not expect, having not noticed the chains on the floor, although they must have come into existence at the same time as the chain from the ceiling. Veemon watched silently and expressionlessly while this was done, and Daisuke flushed a little as he was exposed in all his sexual arousal for the Digimon. Unconsciously, his hips moved, thrusting slightly into nothing with his hopeless desperation to come.

Something touched his back, and he jerked with surprise and fear, expecting pain. It didn't hurt, though, and he realized after a moment that his master was lightly stroking his skin. As fingertips ran down his back, the Kaizer's palms flattened against him and passed over his hips, coming around front and sliding up his belly and chest. Daisuke closed his eyes and moaned a little, feeling the Kaizer pressing against his back, and he tilted his head back in pleasure at the sensation.

The Kaizer's groin arched against his rump, crushing his master's erection between them, and he heard the other boy gasp softly before doing it again. "Do you want me to fuck you, Daisuke?" came a faint whisper in his ear.

"Yes," whispered Daisuke back, wanting this more than anything else in the world. He wanted to feel that hardness inside him, and he wanted the pleasure and release that he knew that could bring. It was entirely possible that he could die if he wasn't able to come soon, or so he felt anyway.

"Beg me, then. So your Digimon can hear you."

Daisuke squirmed a little in mortification, but he was too desperate not to obey. "Please fuck me, master," he said softly.

"Louder."

With his eyes tightly shut, Daisuke raised his voice and said again, "Please fuck me, master."

"Say exactly what you want, Daisuke."

"I w-want ... I want you inside me. I want ... want you to use me and touch me and make me feel and make me come, please master, please, please ..."

He heard Veemon gasp with shock, and felt his skin flushing darker in embarrassment, that his Digimon who looked up to him as being the greatest person in the world would hear such a plea come out of his mouth. However, begging the Kaizer seemed to have the desired effect, as the presence behind him departed for a few moments, and when it returned, he felt something work between his buttocks and move, cool and slick, against his anus. He groaned, his erection almost numb with burning need and feeling very warm.

"Mmm," said the Kaizer, slipping a finger a little way into him. Daisuke turned his head to bite his own arm in order to stifle the whimpers that came up out of his throat. His entire world seemed focused on the narrow region between his legs, where the Kaizer's finger touched inside him, and where his own cock trembled with his need to climax. When the finger left him, he shivered with anticipation; an instant later, after a rustle of fabric, he felt his master's penis pressing against him.

"Yes," he murmured, as if his entire life had been boiled down to that one word, as if everything from his birth onward had been for the purpose of leading to this moment. "Yes, please ..."

"Shhh," said the Kaizer softly, and then hands were on his hips to hold him still and to pull him a little backward as the Kaizer thrust roughly into him. Daisuke gritted his teeth against a pained cry. It hurt, worse than he'd expected, far worse than he remembered, as flesh left in peace for two months protested this sudden re-introduction to the rigors of sexual contact. However, at the same time, it felt heavenly to be filled with his master's cock, to feel that implacable hardness moving inside him as his master's arms went around his waist and his master's heavy, labored breaths went through his hair. After only a few thrusts, the Kaizer groaned deeply against him and clutched him closer, and Daisuke couldn't help moaning in reply with his head thrown back. Waves of pleasure ran through him along with the pain of the Kaizer's entry, each mounting in intensity to make him pant in time with his master, his body certain that long-awaited orgasm was fast approaching.

Then the Kaizer cried out and leaned against him, and Daisuke could feel the other boy's cock spasming inside him in climax. With his arms around Daisuke, the Kaizer seemed to half-collapse, putting most of his weight on his bound slave, and the ropes around Daisuke's wrists started to cut into his flesh with the strain. The hot pain of this dulled quickly, leaving Daisuke groaning and twisting in desperation. He felt like he could come at any second, between the arousing feeling of something inside him and the pain at his wrists and rectum, if the Kaizer's hands would just move a little lower and stroke him. But, as his master recovered and straightened up some, releasing Daisuke and removing his weight from the slave's wrists, Daisuke realized that those hands that were so close to his groin were not going to move lower and bring him to climax as well. This was his torture then : to be stimulated to the point of the orgasm he craved so badly, and then have it withheld from him.

Daisuke screamed, a low-pitched, heartfelt scream of helpless agony, and thrashed at the chains holding him. The Kaizer laughed behind him and pulled out of him.

"All you have to do is put the spiral on Veemon," said his master, in a gentle and seductive tone that promised great pleasure if Daisuke would just do as instructed. At the same time, he ran his hands over Daisuke's body, and the contact was maddening. "That's it."

"I ..." said Daisuke. He wanted to, ohh, how he wanted to do practically anything that would give him release. But ... Veemon? "I can't," he whispered.

Laughing again, the Kaizer rested his hands on Daisuke's hips and began to kiss his back and shoulders. The touch of soft lips, with the occasional nip of teeth or lick from the Kaizer's tongue, served to hold Daisuke right at the edge as he unwillingly imagined how it would feel to be kissed and licked and nipped on his aching cock. Fingernails ran across his flanks, eliciting deep growls that seemed to rise out of his throat without permission, and even the uneven touch of the Kaizer's damaged right hand was intoxicating in its strangeness. Daisuke struggled, sweating, although he knew it was useless; there was simply no stopping it. His body wanted to reach around and take the boy drawing these sensations so skillfully out of his damp skin. The Kaizer had learned him too well, what he liked, what could drive him out of his mind, and like everything else this information was turned against him.

"Are you ready to obey me yet?" whispered the Kaizer.

"Please," moaned Daisuke. "Please let me come, please."

"I will after you spiral Veemon."

Sobbing now in despair, Daisuke replied, "I can't! I can't! Please understand, I can't do that!"

He gasped when the Kaizer pinched his nipples, and groaned passionately when his master began to play with them. After a little while, the Kaizer moved in front of him to lick and suck on these most sensitive locations. His breath already coming in short, hard gasps, Daisuke attempted, completely unconsciously, to press his hips forward to brush his penis against his master's body. The Kaizer evaded this easily, and gripped him firmly by the hips; the second unconscious thrust was thus thwarted. Teeth closed over his right nipple, and Daisuke cried softly in spite of - or perhaps because of - his high degree of arousal. Tears dripped off his nose and chin and into the spikes of the Kaizer's hair as his brain staggered under the intensity of the sensation forwarded up by his body.

Never once, though, did he regret returning to the Kaizer. The idea that he'd erred in doing this had left his mind entirely, never to return. This was where he wanted to be, right here, suffering helplessly in physical distress and mental anguish. This was what he deserved.

When the Kaizer's lips left his skin, he fell a little, hanging from his wrists and still weeping softly. His chin was lifted, and he found himself crying into his master's mouth as he was kissed; the kiss was salty and bitter with his own tears. Yet he returned the kiss eagerly, because he was so extremely aroused that he couldn't help it.

"Do it, Daisuke," whispered the Kaizer against his lips. "Do it, or I'll fuck you again, and I still won't let you come. I imagine that would be quite bad for you at this point."

"Please, master, please," begged Daisuke, shaking with need, with despair, with all of the madness of his lust. He no longer quite understood what he was being asked to do, only that he couldn't do it for some reason. What his master asked was impossible. He just couldn't do it. This was almost like being chained to the pole, after his muscles gave out and there was no longer any possibility of avoiding the torture. All control had left Daisuke's hands, what he was asked to do in order to be allowed to come just couldn't be done.

A new voice, one that wasn't his master's, intruded into Daisuke's world then. "Daisuke," it said, and the Kaizer moved to glance over his shoulder. Blearily, Daisuke looked and saw Veemon peering up at him with sad eyes.

He'd totally forgotten that Veemon was there.

"Daisuke," said Veemon again, softly. "Just do it."

"What?" asked Daisuke, the gears in his mind still not engaging properly.

"Put the spiral on me. I think I'm starting to understand what he's done to you. Just put the spiral on me, 'cause he's just going to keep hurting you until you do."

Laughing a little, the Kaizer grasped Daisuke's wrists and lifted them off the hook, and then let him fall to the ground. Daisuke knelt, unsteady on his hands and knees because his hands were bound together, while the Kaizer unfastened his ankles. Then he was hauled up to kneel upright, and something was put into one hand. He looked down at it.

The black shape of the dark spiral brought his memory back somewhat, and he said thickly, "I can't do this."

"Daisuke," said Veemon. "I can't watch this anymore. I know you like it somehow, but he's making you suffer and I can't watch it! Just put the stupid spiral on me, he'll make you do it sooner or later anyway!"

"What a logical Digimon," said Daisuke's master, from somewhere off behind him, sounding amused.

"Veemon," said Daisuke, in anguish. How could he do this to his best friend? How had he come to this extreme? Veemon held out his arm.

"It'll be okay someday." Veemon offered him a little smile, and Daisuke's heart broke.

"Veemon," he said again, and raised his bound hands to slip the spiral onto his friend's arm.

The runes on the metal flared, and the spiral instantly clamped down into Veemon's flesh, violently reprogramming him. Veemon squeaked and fell to the ground as Daisuke's hands fell into his lap; a moment later, he opened his eyes back up, and they glowed an unholy, hating red.

Arms came around Daisuke's shoulders, and the Kaizer purred into his ear, "Very good, pet. Very good." Lips brushed his ear along with the words, and his cock responded eagerly to the affection.

Daisuke sobbed brokenly. "How could I do this? What's wrong with me? He trusted me!"

"You're an addict, Daisuke. You're addicted to me, and like any addict you'll do anything to get your fix. Even sell out your own Digimon. Isn't that beautiful?"

The Kaizer's tongue ran around the outside of his ear, and Daisuke moaned and leaned back into his master's arms. He spread his thighs for the Kaizer's hands, and they ran over the sensitive inner surfaces.

"Please fuck me," whispered Daisuke. "Please let me come. I did what you wanted, please, master, let me come."

"Mmm," said the Kaizer, nibbling on the side of his neck, just under his jawline where the collar didn't cover it. "I'm going to fuck you all right, but I'm not going to make you come."

"No, please!" Desperation filled Daisuke. What had he spiraled Veemon for then? Nothing at all?!

"You've been very disobedient. I told you what your punishment was, and you refused to accept it, and now I'm going to have to punish you some more." Daisuke sobbed, as he felt the Kaizer smiling against his skin. "Come on, let's go back into the bedroom."

"Please, master, please!" Daisuke begged despondently as he was lifted to his feet and led back by the wrists into the bedroom, where he would undoubtedly be tied to the bed and tortured with his own desire for the rest of the night. The Kaizer would fuck him as many times as he wanted while withholding release from Daisuke, because the Kaizer was his master and entitled to do that, and had the power to do that, while Daisuke was, once again, nothing but a sex slave and entitled to nothing. He moaned when he was brought back across the threshold of the bedroom door.

Forgotten, Veemon glared hatefully at the room.