Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Dark Room... ❯ Little Bird...Do As We Say... ( Chapter 1 )

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

A Dark Room

By: YaoiChick

Rated: NC-17

Genre: Yaoi/Stuff

E-mail: GellyRoll2150@aol.com

Each Chapter is one of the seven guys, or a part of what they ask Omi to do, and if he doesn't they punish him…or just do what they wanted him to do themselves…or something similar.

Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss.

The last thing Omi remembered was the strange smell as of the damp cloth as a hand covered her mouth and nose. His groggy eyes opened and he let out a gag as he looked down. He was in a dark room, his hands chained above him, his feet chained to the floor, legs parted. He swallowed, he was naked.

A low muffled laugh had his eyes hurriedly searching in the darkness. Who was it? "You got yourself trapped in a cage little bird." Omi clenched his jaw and swallowed hard.

"Who are you?" He beckoned to the darkness.

Omi could just tell the person was grinning wickedly. "Names are not needed boy." He mused. "We're here to have some fun."

Omi reeled back and violently fought against the chains, but couldn't free himself. Omi wanted to shout out, but instead staid calm. "W...We?" He stammered.

The voice snickered, and he could hear other murmured voices from all around him. "Yes, boy, we."

Omi shut his eyes as the lights turned on and he yelped as he fell back onto a table that lifted him off his feet. He was now sprawled on his back on a large metal table. His chains were loose. He sat up and looked around. There were seven men sitting in chairs grinning at him as he looked around.

The lights turned out again. The man who had originally spoken let out a low, growled moaning noise. Omi tried to get off the table, but the chains wouldn't let him. "You'll do as we say, or have to deal with a punishment. Each man will ask you to do something; if you don't comply they get to do what they want with you, as long as it's not fatal..." The man moaned again. "Uh...I'm hard thinking about it." The men around Omi snickered.

"Sick bastard, let me out of here!" Omi snarled. "I'll kill you all!" Omi trembled. "Weiss will not forgive you!"

The lights turned on and one of the men in the chairs was standing before him. Naked as well, he held himself firmly with his right hand and moved up and down slowly. Omi wanted to gag and looked away quickly. "Omi, now listen to what we tell you can this will go by much faster..." The man let out a puff of air. "Shit...uh..." The man's voice cooed as continued to jerk off while talking over into a speaker from an unknown room. He moved the microphone to himself. "Can you hear me cumming...Omi?" The man hissed.

Omi shut his eyes tightly. He knew his name. "Bastard," he snarled.

The man before Omi rolled his head back. "Omi...is it?" The man licked his lips as he stared at Omi's non-erect member.

Omi looked at the man standing in front of him. He was tall with black hair and green eyes. The tips of his hair were blue, he was thin, and well built...Omi narrowed his eyes as him.

"Get the hell away from me!" Omi rolled around trying to free himself again.

The man nodded his head. "Nice..." He groaned. "I want you to touch yourself, make yourself real nice and hard for me, will you?" The man was starting to pant to his own rhythm as he ran his hand up and down his long, hard self. "Mmm...Act like you really like it, too." He smiled. The lights faded out around the room, and it was only Omi and the man before him that could be seen.

Omi gritted his teeth. "No..." He trailed off as he heard a cough from the speaker above.

"Omi...now, what did I tell you?" He grunted. "Come on now, what's so hard about touching yourself? It's not like it'll be your first time...right? You've made yourself hard before, it feels good, right?" The man swallowed. "You've got one more chance Omi..." The man breathed, letting out another pant before his voice faded away.

It was once again, just Omi and the man standing before him with a hard-on. Omi swallowed as the man's hands gripped at the ends of the table. "Omi, listen now... Either way, I'll get enjoyment out of this, but I'd rather not have to punish you." He grinned, running his tongue slowly over his lips. He bit his lower lip and waited for Omi to comply with his demands.

"Fuck off..." Omi snarled.

The man pouted. "You asked for it little bird." He sighed and jumped up on the table. The chains tightened, and Omi couldn't move. The man bent down and gripped at Omi's member. He squeezed real hard and Omi clenched his fists to hold back his outward cry of pain and sick pleasure. He moved up and sat onto Omi's chest and looked down at him. "Open up little bird...uh..." He shut his eyes slowly. "Time to eat..." He grinned.

Omi moved his head to the right and whimpered. The man snarled and grabbed his jaw. "Let go!" Omi shouted.

"Little bird, I'll break your jaw if you don't open up!" The man started rocking slowly against Omi's chest as Omi faced the man on top of him. "Good boy." He moved forward, and rubbed his tip along Omi's jaw line. "Fuck," he moaned, "Take me in your mouth." He moved again, hovering himself over Omi's face.

With the man's hand on Omi's jaw he slowly opened and the man shoved himself in and out of Omi's mouth. "Mm!" Omi whined, gagging.

"Yeah, oh...yeah..." The man started sucking his own fingers and cried out as he came into Omi's mouth seconds later. He pulled out and sprayed all over Omi's face. The man grinned as tears rolled down Omi's cheeks. "You should give head more often little bird...you're real good at it." The man moved down and bit hard at the tip of Omi's dick. Omi trembled.

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+_+ Poor Omi…like, no like?I gave you a warning, so no flames…R+R!