Author: CeeDee
Warnings: Yaoi, angst, Slave!Duo - torture, Only MATURE readers, please.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: OCx2, eventually 1x2
Disclaimer: GW-characters still don't belongs not to me - this is just for amusement in torture write male anime characters.
Bound Part 1
Awareness returned slowly.
"...Wake up, pretty boy, come on, rise and shine..." Something cold was splashed in his face. Snickers accompanied the request. Eyes still firmly closed, Duo shook his head, tried to get the sluggish thoughts in his head into some resemblance. When had OZ captured him? Frowning he tried to remember. He wasn't aware of a capture, something like... wait, this couldn't be OZ, the war was over. Several years, already. Six years, to be accurate. He was an agent of the Preventers, now; lived with Heero in the small apartment... Heero. Had he been captured, too? But why and by whom?
He shivered. He was cold, and the sluggish feeling wouldn't go away. He felt somewhat detached, thoughts refused to totally clear up. He wondered briefly why he was kneeling on the floor without a stitch of clothes on, but not really caring. Then he wondered briefly, why he didn't care. Normally he would.
Drugged. He'd been drugged, he resumed, but couldn't bring himself to care about that much either. He shook his head again. He felt the tuft of his braid sliding across his naked ass, and it felt... nice. He had to force himself from doing it again, just because he had this sudden craving for something soft sliding above his skin. It was hard to get a grip, but he managed.
He swallowed hard, and just now noticed something hard around his neck. Hard like... steel. A collar? He tried to grab the thing, but his hands wouldn't move. They were in the air, he knew that, but they wouldn't move. Wriggling a hand, he felt the bite of steel against his wrist, additional with the tug of steel around his neck and on his other wrist. He swayed. He tried to bring one hand slightly to the front. And noticed the other hand moving at the same time in the opposite direction. And something held him upright. Something...
He tried to concentrate.
It was nearly impossible to notice things all at once, or more than one thing at a time. If he concentrated, he only got one impression straight, the others faded into the background. But he had gathered so far that he was kneeling on the floor, and that his wrists were cuffed to a spread bar on either side of his shoulders, and that his neck was stuck in the middle of them. That would explain the slightly cramped feeling in his arms. He almost giggled. Almost. Then wondered, why he would giggle about something like that. Ah, yes, he'd been drugged.
He shook his head again, trying to clear his thoughts. And almost moaned at the sensation of something soft caressing the skin of his ass. He bit his lip and jerked at the unexpected intensity of the pain. But it helped to clear his thoughts. Helped to remember. He'd been with the guys at a bar, on the far side of the town. He had excused himself to go to the restrooms, and then... someone had hit him over the head and he'd blacked out.
He opened his eyes. This bastard. He surged to his feet... or tried to. With a yelp, he sank back down, panting at the pain. Something had almost ripped his balls off. He carefully tried to move his feet. They, too were cuffed to a spread bar, it seemed. And his balls... bound to the spread bar.
Fucking fantastic.
Blinking hard though the tears of pain which threatened to fall, he noticed the slimy bastard grinning. "Not this arrogant anymore, my pet?"
Duo gritted his teeth, but carefully avoided to move. The bastard had persistently tried to make a move on him during their stay at the bar; trying to impress with his money and bodyguards, and clearly ignoring that he'd been there with Heero. Now he sat in a throne-like chair, in front of which Duo knelt, oozing with arrogance and self-importance.
He hadn't been captured... he'd been kidnapped, Duo realized. A jingle like from a small chain let Duo's eyes dart to the source of the sound. On the left side of the throne-like chair knelt a young man in a submissive manner, and the bastard absently reached over to pet his head.
"I'm no one's pet." Duo snarled.
The man chuckled and leaned forward, one elbow on his knee. "Oh, we will see to it, my pet. In no time we have pulled your sharp teeth and you'll be purring like a house cat at my touch, like this one."
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," Duo replied, his thoughts beginning to cloud over again with the receding pain. Damned drugs. "My friends..."
"Your friends, my dear pet, will look a while, and then forget about you." The man interrupted sharply. "Just like all the others did. And now, get the rules. You're not allowed to speak without permission. You don't move without permission, you don't eat or drink without permission; you don't even take a piss without permission. You don't look directly at me, you lower your eyes always, except I order you to. I rule your life from now on, and you will learn to love it, even crave it and my touch."
Duo snorted and stared the man straight in his eyes, desperately trying not to slip back into this sluggish state.
"Every violation," the man continued unmoved, "starting from now on, will be harshly punished, until you've learned your place under my care. If I address you directly, you may answer with 'yes, master' or 'no, master' and only that. Understood that, my pet?"
"I understand that you're a dead man." Duo replied slowly, fighting against the lethargic state, trying to overwhelm him.
The man leaned back, with a flick of his hand. "Down. Ten." he ordered sharply.
Duo yelled at a searing pain on his back, and he was pushed hard forwards. He just could turn his head to avoid getting his nose cracked on the floor as he crashed into it, with his hands cuffed on either side of his shoulders in the spread bar. He gritted his teeth at the sharp tug on his balls, which forced his body in a crouched, much more humiliating position, with his feet spread and his knees on either side of his torso, ass fully exposed to whomever was standing behind him.
The whip cracked, and he cried out as it met his oversensitive skin again. It felt as if his back was ripped open with every of the following nine hits, and he was panting hard as it finally stopped.
"Of course, my pet," the voice of the man purred, "if you're good, a reward will be a much more enjoyable sensation for you, keep that in mind."
From the corner of his eyes Duo saw the man shifting in his seat and heard the chain jiggling. "Bring him to his place." He was lifted, and saw the submissive man now kneeling in between the spread knees of the man and sucking him off. Duo flinched as he was ripped off the floor in a standing position, but somewhere in between the whipping someone must have loosened the fastenings of his balls to the spread bar, because he stood and they still seemed to be attached to his body.
He was pushed forward and had to move awkwardly, twisting alternating on the balls of his feet, to avoid crashing to the floor altogether again with the spread bar between his feet. It was a slow move forward, and he tried to take in his surroundings, but once out of the room it only was a dark hallway without any markings. He turned his head slightly and took in a glimpse of one of the bullies accompanying him. The drug seemed to lose its effect on his mind while he was in pain, and he hoped that they soon would be completely out of his system.
"Have fun?" he tried to get a reaction out of them, "Because you're dead men, like your boss, soon."
He got no answer, but was jerked around, facing a door. One of the bullies put his hand to a scanner and it swished open, revealing a dark room, the only source of light a small circle of slow blinking, dimmed lights on the ceiling. A prick in the neck destroyed his hope of the drug wearing off; apparently they intended to keep him drugged. He was pushed forward again, and moved awkwardly into the room, noticing more men kneeling in it, two in a corner, and one in the middle along one of the walls. All of them had their backs to the room, two of them their wrists bound in the back, and apparently fastened on a belt, one had his wrists in a spread bar around his neck, like himself.
Duo was led to the middle of one empty wall and a blow to the back of his knees forced him down onto his knees again. One of the bullies fastened a short chain into the loop of the collar of Duo's spread bar and pushed him forward to hook it into a ring on the wall in front of him. A tug on his balls told about the re-fastening of his tender body parts. "Bastards," he hissed through clenched teeth.
The only answer he got was a blow to his back, which drove again tears into his eyes; the freshly injected drug apparently already working, for a single blow to have this effect on him. Footsteps sounded, then the swishing of the door, and the room was dark, but for the low blinking light.
Duo stared at his in regular intervals reappearing shadow on the wall, carefully testing his possibilities, only to discover that he was mostly forced to stay in this position, but for a little doable wriggling. And he just didn't really care. He knew it was the drug speaking, and the hypnotizing effect of the illumination, but couldn't rouse his will. He couldn't even close his eyes against the regularly appearing, shadowy picture on the wall, he even slowly began to crave the short moments when the lights came on to show it to him.
TBC...
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