Title: Dept.
Summary: Doflamingo rarely brings in his own merchandise. Though for this one time then he will make an exception. He's looking for a new toy and one young man hosted by the government is the only one on his mind.
Rated: 18... Heh...
Warnings: kidnapping, bondage and explicit sexual slavery...
Authors note: damn it I am bored and sick and mentally ill… I just like to torture my OC... And for one then I think that Doflamingo is the perfect one to be doing the torturing… but be warned! If guy on guy sex isn't your thing then do NOT read this.
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Slowly then Tristan felt him coming back to conciseness. His eyes not wanting to open he immediately felt that something was wrong, something painfully wrong…
He felt his head spinning in every direction… he was going to lean his head back only to find something blocking his path. He was only a little too dizzy to know what it was at the moment. Nothing seemed real right now. This would all just be a dream that he would awaken from at any moment now.
As he slowly breached the thin line between dream and reality, he was going to open his eyes. His throat was dry as hell and he needed a drink. Though he did open his eyes and only the darkness welcomed him. Slowly then he realized his situation he remembered what had happened.
He felt his stomach sink to the bottom of his belly as the dread and horror that lingered in his memory came back to bight him in the neck. He remembered the smell of the drug that made him sleep. He remembered the look in their eyes and the feeling of the men's hands grabbing his arms to hold him down, pushing him down harshly pressing a needle into his neck… then there was nothing more.
Now that he was blind folded, he tried to open his mouth to find a thick metal rod between his lips. His hands had been tied to the wall above his head and it hurt to move… he felt the cold sweat appear on his body as he realized that this was a worse situation then he dared to have nightmares about.
His breathing became rapid and he let out a whimper. Some light clinging of metal sounded down at his feet…
"So I see you woke up…" he deep voice came from far away. Tristan flinched in shock as the voice came to him. Soon after then a cold laughter came to his ears. "You slept for so long, I had plenty of time to prepare you." The voice was calm but firm, foot-steps walked in the darkness, moving closer to the wall he was hanged on. Closer and closer in silence. Tristan breathed faster. Trying to get as much air through his nose as he could. He couldn't calm his breathing, he hoped with all his might that he would not start to cry at this.
"mmmh! Mmmmhh!" he shouted into his gag.
"Are you gonna struggle?" he heard the voice closer to him than before. Suddenly without warning something grasped his nibble; a painful metal clip was fastened around it. Soon after then another one was fastened around the other one. He felt disgusted; he tried to move and flinched away but no dice. The chains at his feet made a loud noise as he tried to struggle more. He felt silly though. There was no way that he could get loose with just that…
"It is always more fun when they struggle…" the voice sounded exited. It sent shivers down his back, the feeling was as far from good as it could get.
"Although. Then there is the matter of me wanting you still intact… I want to keep you for a while, so I don't think that you will fight that much…"
He felt a hand stroking over his stomach. He was not aware of what was on his body and he was losing feeling in his hands. But as soon as he was touched then he became aware. Aware of how cold he was, how painful every breath was. His chest felt tight, only then he realized that two leather straps were bound around his chest so tightly; he figured it was for nibble stimulation...
"So let me tell you what your situation is boy…" with a sudden movement then he blindfold was removed. Though if he had a choice then he would prefer to keep it on. He looked into the eyes of his captor, shielded from pink shades over his eyes, though Tristan could still make out the aquamarine eyes behind them. There was a lot of pink in the picture In front of him, especially pink feathers that came in a coat that doubled the size of his body. If he wasn't large enough already…
Tristan understood his situation already… he breathed loudly through his nose and closed his eyes. That was the owner of slaves all over the world… Tristan had once been to sabaody archipelago… and only once… that system disgusted him to his core, and now he was in the possession of the owner of the slave "industry"; Donquixote Doflamingo…
"you made quite the fuss over at marine HQ when you were found… though the way you were actually found got me quite interested…" the blonds hand moved over to the side of his head, Tristan tensed up and clenched his eyes closed; his face scooting away from him. Doing everything he could so that he didn't have to look into those eyes again. Though the hand went behind his head and pulled forth a few locks of his long black hair. "Welcome back…" he said and stroked over the light pink scar on his neck. Tristan didn't remember where he got the scar, and he didn't want to know. A monstrous grin appeared on his face as he stroked down his body; Tristan tensed up more and tried to ignore the pain. Shut his body off and just leave. He had never imagined that this would happen, ever…
"After you were 'found' by Sengoku then of course I came to see you while you slept…"the man laughed at the image in his head "Your face was almost the same color of the bed sheets. Sengoku was so overly protective of you it made me want to vomit…" he smirked evilly. "Though the purple bruises and scars on your body made it clear to me what you used to do… or what was used to be done to you." Doflamingo's thumb pressed his thigh, hitting a still ugly bruise, he had gotten it when moving crates the other day full of books, he had tripped and the corner of the box jabbed into his thigh... Tristan screamed in his gag and struggled like a wild animal… he wanted to kick, to thrash but, apparently then Doflamingo ad plenty of time to prepare for everything that he could go wrong and would go wrong.
Tightly strapped in a heavy bondage costume, Doflamingo's new prey hanged all for him…
"You know, they say you lost your memory. I say that's bullshit…" the boy glanced away, question in his eyes. "I think you just don't want to accept the fact that you were a slave." The boys gray eyes went lightly wide when that word was dropped. Like he was surprised… the blond chuckled a bit at that… he moved closer to the boy and let his finger flick the clip that bit the boys nibble. He almost shouted out when the sensation flowed threw him, though Doflamingo doubted that it was out of pleasure.
"I'm just taking you back to where you belong. Except I'm going to be going at this slightly different from your previous owners." Tristan noticed when the tycoon said owner then it was so casual, it was casual to him. It was his world. So to say…
"I'm going to keep you, and train you… you might wanna prepare yourself a bit…" the blond moved a bit closer to his new toy. A hand grasped around is face and moved it to the side Tristan felt his blood run cold when the blonds' lips were pressed against his ear to whisper "because it always hurts the most the first time around"
Suddenly without any warning then he was being hauled down. Whereas he was dropped on a cold wooden floor. He hadn't felt the gentle rocking of the waves that moved the floor; it suggested that they were on a ship. His ship.
He was a prisoner… a slave.
Before he could figure out what was up or down then something grabbed around the collar around his neck and pulled him up.
"I'm going to teach you what to do…" Doflamingo said calmly and gently padded on his head. Then grasped around his chin again "and I'm going to teach you how to enjoy it."
The boys black hair was long and scruffy, almost as long as on a woman. It moved into his face and made him look like a wild animal. Hands tied and a gag in his mouth, eyes glances up to him, question and desperation in his eyes. That image alone was enough to get Doflamingo rock hard.
He bent down to the boy. Lifted his face up and looked into his eyes. Teary grey eyes welcomed his own blue ones. "Don't worry; I'll make sure that you will enjoy this as much as you can." The tycoon grinned practically ear to ear…
Next thing Tristan knew then he was on something soft, a bed no doubt… the blond strapped his ankles to his thighs, forcing his legs apart. He then tied his hands up on the head board,
"Normally I would teach you how to suck me first. Though something tells me that you miss the feeling of a cock inside you" the blond said and grinned at the look of pure horror that came over the boy. He lisened for a little while to the boy breathing. He moved over to him on the bed and removed the gag. The boy coughed for a bit afterwards. Doflamingo waited for him to say something, when the boy didn't, he smiled evilly as he moved over to a table in the room. The room was dark and no madder how Tristan tried to see where he was then he darkness only gave him limited eye sight.
He came back with a bottle in his hands; it looked much like a typical vine bottle. Oh good, then his captor was going to be drunk while raping him…
Tristan watched as the tycoon took a long sip of the liquid inside. Then to his surprise, proceed to crash his lips onto his own. He bit his jaw shut, but fingers dug hard into the flesh on his cheeks until he couldn't stand it much longer, he parted his lips and let out a whimper.
Sweet fluids flowed into his mouth, Tristan wanted to spit it out but the mouth covering his own forced him to swallow.
After that then the blond let him go and stood high and mighty over his new pray. A monstrous grin appeared on his face when the boy before him stopped coughing and looked at him.
"Let me go…" he whispered, voice rasp and harsh, but still so likeable for some reason. Doflamingo smirked.
"Oh and why would I do that?"
"I won't… be any use to you… let me go" the boy said in a silvery voice. Silvery was the only way of explaining it.
"You might be right about that…" the blond sat down on the bed besides the boy. "What's your name?"
"They didn't tell you that when you were looking at me sleep?" Tristan said and glared. "What difference does it make anyway? Slaves don't need names…"
Doflamingo's barking laughter echoed in the room. "No I suppose they don't." he smiled and stood up.
"Aaaah!" the silvery voice suddenly shouted out "w-what the- aah- what the hell!?"
"Ooh looks like the drug is starting to kick in." he said calmly and grinned.
"Wh-what?!" panic and fear was making his eyes over flow with tears.
"What do you think i made you drink? That was an aphrodisiac, boy and a strong one for that matter" the blond glanced over to the boy. There were kinky little pants, the only thing that he wore, with a long zipper on the front and back. Other than that then the leather panties gave nothing away.
The boy's painful erection built up under the tight material, the drug was made to make him weep almost immediately.
"wh-why?" the boy asked the man who shed his pink feathery coat over on the other side of the room. As he walked back to the boy he took of his own shirt and threw it on a chair next to the coat.
"This drug will make sure you come at least five or six times. So there, I made sure that you will enjoy it."
Tristan didn't look like he enjoyed it. The painful tension in his crotch was building up in a slow and steady pace. More than he had ever felt before, or ever planned to feel ever.
"no! Aah! Stop it!"
"oh you poor little thing… if you tell me your name then I'll help you make it go away."
The boy looked into Doflamingo's eyes. Teary gray eyes had a painful expression, lips bitten tightly together as he let out a whimper and breathed faster and faster. If he wasn't already so hard it felt as if his cock was going to break threw his pants at any moment then his sight before him was plenty to make him burst.
"My… name is- aahs T-Tristan… aah…" he breathed out.
"Tristan…" Doflamingo tried on his tongue…
"N-now, please stop this!" He shouted out and struggled.
"Very well." The larger man said bluntly and let his hand press on the hard bulge. Tristan screamed out at the tension. "My my, that didn't do much did It." he said smiling and started to rub up and down. Tristan tugged on the chains around his hands and tried to get loose. The blond laughed softly and zipped down the front. He grinned excitedly at the erection that came up, bright and already dripping white fluids.
"Haha! Look that that, it's already dripping." Doflamingo said and licked his lips, drool was starting to drip down his chin. Tristan clenched his eyes shut, the blond laughed at how naive that was. He got into a comfortable position looking down on the boy he intended to drive insane. He grasped his chin and shoved his head down.
"I said, look at it!" his voice like steel, Tristan didn't dare to do anything ells but open his eyes. Black leather pants with the stiff cock sticking out and weeping, it was incredibly kinky looking…
"It looks about ready to cum…" the blonds hand trailed down his chest and realized the straps and chain's that he had on his body. Until he met with the smaller member. He grasped around it tightly.
"Aah! Aaaah!" Tristan screamed out and arched his back, pulling on the cuffs as hard as he could. White fluids shot out over his stomach and al the way on to his chest. Thought the still hard cock was nowhere near finished.
"Haha, look at that; it's still far from over." he laughed out and dipped his tongue down. He licked up all his cum of his belly. Tristan shivered with dread, feeling the hot muscle slide over his skin. And to his own horror then he felt a blush come over his face. Though it knew it was all just affects from the drug, it was humiliating to even pretend to enjoy it like this.
"Please… stop this now…" Tristan shivered out.
The man laughed, as he flicked the clips on his nibbles again; making him flinched out of pain. Tristan clenched his eyes closed, hoping that this was all just a bad dream that he would wake up from eventually… he couldn't help but feel the hands groping around him while he couldn't even move away. That horrible ecstasy that the larger man brought upon him right now was making him cry.
"S-shit!" Tristan hissed when the larger man switched positions. He couldn't close his legs anyway so it didn't madder.
"Ooh you poor thing…" the larger man cooed as he reached up to his face and slowly stroked down his cheek. "… Don't worry. The drug will make sure that you'll love this." The larger man lifted his body up and zipped himself down, letting his large meaty cock slide out. Tristan's eyes went wide with horror as his captor's hand slid down his member, massaging it thoroughly as he licked his lips to keep his drool in. He reached over to the table, fetching a small bottle from his pocket. He coated his fingers with the thick fluids. He slid over his captive and smiled, his eyes met with the smaller man's gray ones. His lips were clenched together and eyes were filled with tears. Doflamingo liked that so much… the distressed looked in the eyes of the unlucky bastard that he wanted.
"You are just precious… usually they scream and fight like wild animals."
"I could… but I don't really see how that would be in benefit—aah!... For ether of us…" Tristan manidged to whimper out.
"Ooh… are you going to just lie there and take it?" the larger man grinned ear to ear "I don't think I've ever seen that before"… he stopped groping the smaller one and sat up. Inspecting the merchandise under him. He quite liked it. The smaller one didn't seem to be the ferocious one, simply thin and tall…
"I don't see that there is anything ells that I can do… I'm at a huge disadvantage…" Tristan tried his best to calm his nerves, calm his heart, just shut down his body and just lie there. He found the best way to do that was by talking.
"And I could listen to your voice all night." The heart beat sped up again, fear settling in his stomach again.
"Something tells me that I won't like It." he whimpered out.
"Don't worry love, you'll learn to love it" the larger man took this as if on que.
The tip of the blonds' index finger smeared the lube over his tight pouting asshole. He could tell that he had been penetrated before by the way the boy sucked in even the slightest touch. Even without wanting it or even realize then the smaller male let out a moan of pleasure, realizing that he did made him clench his eyes together, a look of utter disgust coming over him. Doflamingo smiled a bit softly, trusting the finger inside, hearing the boy's muffled cry of forced pleasure almost brought him over the edge as well.
A thin string of red blood fell from his lips.
"Perfect…"he said as he pumped the finger in and out of the boy, making him a bit harder. The string of blood ran slowly down his chin. The larger man leaned down to lick up the blood. The skilled muscle trailed over the skins lapping up the blood and sliding over Tristan's thinner lips.
"Stop…" he whimpered, but was soon silenced, for lips were crashed onto his and a tongue was forced in.
In the kiss, Doflamingo explored the smaller man, while the finger fucked his asshole. Soon then he added the second finger, making the boy arch his back with painful ecstasy…
"S-stop, aaaah! I-I might— aah, c-cum" he suddered into the kiss
"Haha, kid you're born for this." He rammed the third finger in, forcing the younger man over the edge. The scream was most likely heard all over the ship, making Doflamingo grin his monstrous grin. Tears were now running down his face. So undeniably precious…
He raised himself up on the bed, pouring some of the lube on his hands ad rubbing it on his cock. Slicking it up to fit in the tight hole before him.
"Well, kid. I've been going easy on you until now. But as you can see… then I'm at my limit…" the large man positioned himself between Tristan's legs. Roughly forcing them apart. He didn't want to waste any more time, trusting the tip in first, and then the rest slid smoothly in.
The scream of pain echoed threw the entire ship, almost making the blond cum just with that. Teary eyes clenched together and thin blood line dripped down the man's chin from chewing on his lip. He couldn't keep the whimpers and screams of pain mixed with pleasure, caused by the drug, from escaping his lips.
"Damn it kid…" Doflamingo grunted, thrust going slowly but harshly. "Scream louder…" he ordered and the boy obeyed, screaming louder with every harsh thrust, the man pounded his ass like there was no tomorrow.
Tristan cried out in silence for someone to help him, there was nothing that would be done to undo what had been done, and what was worse… there was no way that he was going to accept being a slave. He tried thinking about something ells, thinking about someone ells but he didn't remember anyone he liked enough to think about, there was no one he remembered.
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End!
Aaaand that the fuck am I writing? What the fuck am I thinking? WTF!
Eeh… well it didn't take me long to write this and this is only a beginning… of a fanfick that I would love to write… and I just like to torture my poor OC Tristan…
P.S. this is my first yaoi writing… and I just don't know. I'm still just a bit of a virgin in this entire yaoi thing, though I like it so much