YAOI. Boy x boy. Rape. Torture. No like? Fuck off I'm not going to deal with your bull, and I'm already tired of receiving hate mail because of past things I have wrote.

Firstly, this is one of my first attempts, don't hate me.

He couldn't hold back his crying as much as he could stop the sun from rising. It was nearly impossible... He was surely going to be punished if he didn't stop, but he couldn't stop the hopeless tears from falling down his bruised cheeks. There was a shift in the bed and Link curled in on himself tighter than before, the blankets suddenly thrown off his naked form allowing the cold air to bite into his abused flesh.

Ghirahim growled grabbing the blonde by his wrist and forcing him to roll over to face the pale faced demon.

"M-master!" Link cried out at the force on his wrist threatening to break the bone in two. "Master! Stop! P-Please!" The young blonde cried out.

"You wish to cry than I shall give you a valid excuse." Ghirahim yelled. Link screamed as he hear the bone break sending new waves of searing agony through his body. The grip on his wrist was released and he held it close to his chest, sobbing louder than before. Ghirahim loved it when he cried, it gave him an excuse to hurt his slave.

"I-I'm s-sorry..." He whispered his dull voice unknown to even himself.

"You worthless rat! I give you food, I give you a nice warm bed! And how do you thank me?" Ghirahim blindly shoved the boy off the bed with great force sending him into the nightstand then the floor.

Link used his good hand to clutch the back of his head where blood beaded and spilled into his hair turning the dirty blonde color into a red. Tears fell freely from his tired blue eyes and he looked up hesitantly to the demon hovering over him.

"How tragic, look what you made me do Skychild." Ghirahim said with a small barely noticeable smile. "Oh how you just love getting yourself in trouble am I correct?" A soft chuckle bounced around the room. "Come here child. Do not fear, for my wrath is now diminished."

Link did as he was told only because he didn't want to be hurt again. He stood in front of his master, he could practically feel the chocolate brown eyes gazing over his battered body. He wore no clothing and had not even a blanket to cover himself with, so the demon was free to look anywhere he wanted.

Without warning, the demon lord forced Link onto the bed and he gently laid him on the soft sheets.

"Such sweet innocence... you are lucky tonight. Master would've gotten the whip if he was here." Link flinched at the word, the weapon was the demon's favorite. Oh how it hurt though... the condition he was currently in was all thanks to the demons and the whip, but they used the excuse that he was rebelling, and Demise hated rebellion more than Hylia. Any excuse to make him hurt and cry and scream.

The young teen flinched as Ghirahim kissed down his neck, his body frozen from dread and fear.

"So do tell me..." The demon hummed against Link's stomach. "Why were you crying." Link bit his lip nervously as freezing hands pushed his thighs up giving Ghirahim better access to what he loved the most.

"I was crying because..." Link's breath hitched in his throat as cold fingers made their way to his entrance.

"Continue..." Ghirahim smiled as he pushed a finger inside the boy.

"B-Because..." Link gasped at the feeling of the finger thrusting in and out of him, just the thought of what was coming next made him grow hard.

"Because?" Ghirahim asked smiling wider pressing further and further, inserting more digits along the way. Link bit his lip and closed his eyes, just thankful Demise wasn't here. Ghirahim was much smaller that Demise, and Ghirahim at least prepared him better. His bottom still hurt from Demise...

"I-I..." He hesitated again earning a swift slap across his face. "I want to go home!" He sobbed out pressing his hands to his face and sobbing loudly. "I... I hate it here!" He screamed out. Ghirahim only chuckled and removed his fingers, lining himself with Link's entrance.

"But here, there are no burdens to hold. All you have to do is do what you're told. Once you fully submit to us, there will be no more work, no more pain, just sweet immortality laced with blissful peace." Ghirahim whispered into that pointed ear.

"No..." He whispered back. "I c-can't..."

"I see." Ghirahim chuckled and thrust into the teen beneath him earning a cry of pain. "One day, I promise you will realize your fate. There is no need for a hero, you failed. Nothing will change that. You signed the contract, you are ours for eternity, you wasted your life for your "friends" who don't even try to help. They hate you Link, and the sooner you see that, the sooner you will be happy again." Ghirahim thrust in again and again until he found the spot inside the boy that drove him crazy.

Link's chest thrust into the air as a moan escaped those lips, the demon smirked as he angled himself to hit the spot again and again.

"M-Master!" Link moaned, the temperature of his body went up as his courage went down. He was a pet to these demons! No, pets get treated better, pets don't walk naked down the halls because his masters refuse to give him any clothing. He was a toy. Not only that, he was a sex toy. And he despised every second of everyday, just the worry if he would be fucked in the hall, or be bent over the table and toyed with at dinner, or anything else the demons could do!

He was at their mercy and he hated it, but he was losing hope in himself. What was the point in fighting? Ghirahim was right...

"Master! I'm going to... going to..." He panted feeling his peak rise until it felt like he'd explode. How could he take anymore? He was about to come, when a hand gripped the base of his member leaving it sore and weeping. Link grimaced and whined looking to his master questionably.

"I think I'm going to make you beg for it Skychild." Ghirahim smirked evilly.

"Master... please..." The boy whined dropping to the pillows below.

"You'll have to do better than that." Ghirahim laughed at the pitiful state of the child.

"Master please! I'm sorry for waking you up with my foolish sobbing... it was weak of me and I shouldn't have done it. Please have mercy and let me come." The ex-hero finished his plea with a whimper.

"Well, I am a merciful lord after all..." Ghirahim smiled thrusting into the boy again. "So, I'll tell you what, you can come after I come first." The demon smiled cruelly to the boy below him who did nothing but nod his head.

After a few more thrusts Ghirahim released his load, pulling out of the boy and letting him go as well, falling to the bed next to the blonde boy who was sitting uncomfortably.

"Go on, make yourself come, you want it so bad." Ghirahim mocked running his tongue along the ear of the boy. Link trembled and his good hand made it down to his sore member, and slowly he began to stroke. The boy bit his lip ad he moved his hand along his own shaft, willing himself to come.

Ghirahim watched in amusement as the child- still embarrassed- stroked himself. Eventually, Link was able to release, and he hid his face in shame.

"Now now child, what is there to be upset about? It is only natural." Ghirahim pulled Link close to himself where he held the human close and rocked him back and forward. The teen started to cry softly again feeling some sort of security in his enemy's arms. Maybe submitting to them wouldn't be so bad after all...

Link fell asleep in the demon's arms not caring that it was his enemy who was holding him.

Link awoke with a startled cry as blinding sunlight hit his face.

"No..." His raspy voice gasped. "No no no!" He had overslept, no doubt Demise was pissed. He hated it when his servants were late, and no doubt Demise had the ropes and whip ready. "No! Goddess please!" He begged to the air. "No more..."

The next few minutes were spent doubled over as tears fell freely down his face. He didn't want to be punished... he didn't want to even go out there either. But he had to.

The teen wiped the tears from his face, slipping out of the protection of the blankets. He then walked numbly down the hall where bokoblins freely pinched his behind and taunted him. Link hated this. He truly was helpless. He wished he could have at least a pair of shorts to cover himself with. With sad eyes he looked to the giant doors which lead to the throne room.

Link swallowed the nervous lump in his throat before opening one and slipping inside.

"You are late." Three words, three simple words that seemed to pierce his soul. He bowed his head in silent submission to the demon king and the demon lord sitting in their thrones with smirks plastered on their faces.

"I say we punish him." The demon lord spoke up, Link didn't have to look up to see the smile.

"Agreed. Get it." A soft snap echoed through the room and the child flinched at the sound, beyond nervous for what was going to happen next.

"Fifty lashes should suffice. If you choose to collapse at any given point, I will assume you are trying to fight and I will add more and more lashes. Am I understood?" Demise's low voice boomed loudly. "Well? Speak."

"Yes Master." The young teen turned and left his back open to the pain that was about to be inflicted. It's all about self-control... He told himself. Will yourself to stay standing.

Swish!

He silently braced himself.

Crack!

A yelp escaped him as he was struck with the burning rope.

"One down, 49 left." Ghirahim chuckled.

Should I continue with the story? Or do you all want me to stop?