Sorry it took so long. Distractions…. are distracting. And I honestly had no idea what to write about next. Thanks, Xiggy, for giving me an idea. I will use your idea sometime.
Had to get inspiration, which sure didn't come easily.
Lol it's embarrassing to write the… more interesting scenes. I keep stalling when I get to those points. . I'm sorry it takes SO long to update. D:
The mask was eventually fixed onto place once more, after the boy had fallen asleep for a few hours, still drained from the previous experience. Axel put his own mask of sorts on, only leaving his bright green eyes to be seen by others.
His coat flapped around his ankles and black leather boots as he paced, unwilling to yet again harm the kid. How old was he again? Seventeen? If he remembered correctly, he was about to have his birthday in a week or so. What a great way to turn eighteen – being tortured probably wasn't the way he had expected to celebrate.
Okay, he had to do it while the boy was asleep, or it would be hard to get him where he wanted the younger to be. Roxas was still in an undressed state, so it would make the process be that much easier. Still wouldn't be a piece of cake, though.
Axel really hated hurting others to this extent, especially repeatedly. After all, what did the kid to do deserve this? Axel didn't know and didn't have quite the right amount of guts to ask Flower Boy and Mr. Bill Nye the Science Guy. They would probably turn him into one of their wretched experiments or something if he brought up the subject with them. No way was he going to let himself go through that.
Okay. First things first, Axel had to turn around the boy to be facing him. Luckily, the bosses had thought of that before taking Roxas into their "care."
At the ceiling, there was a sort of rotating, sliding contraption that allowed the prisoner to be moved along the metal track. The track was a simple straight line that crossed from the center of one end of the ceiling to the left of the door that led to the outside… wherever that was. The contraption also could rotate in a full circle, forcing the chains to twist and making the victim turn with them.
Of course, this certain type of pain would require the boy to be a little farther from the wall.
Breathing on and lightly rubbing his gloves together to make them warmer so as not to wake up the boy, he grabbed the other's hips and pulled gently, dragging him across the unforgiving floor about 4 feet closer to the middle of the dungeon-room. (Axel didn't really know what to call it; "dungeon" sounded too medieval.)
Roxas still was asleep enough for it to work. "It" being the awful plan that was made especially for him. Axel took a spreader bar out from the corner of the room, which had been transported almost immediately after Axel notified Marluxia and Vexen of his falling asleep.
It was the right length, so the redhead didn't have to bother with it too much. All he had to do was quietly snap the ankle cuffs, tighten them enough so they wouldn't chafe against the skin too much, and lock it with a key with a strange, double-sided, yellow handle. It took all but two minutes.
For a moment, Axel hesitated and thought to himself, I wish I could be who I wanted to be. Not someone who was molded to comply to others' will, forced to hurt others like this. If it were my choice, I would be doing Roxas at my own place, thank you very much.
A brief crackling in his ear signaled that one of his stupid bosses would instruct him to do something, and tore him out of his ephemeral thoughts. "Have you started yet, my little pyro?" The voice definitely belonged to the pink-haired insensitive idiot.
Green eyes flashed in the dim light as he picked up his specially-made pager, just for his "job," and typed that he was getting ready.
He pressed the correct button and the message was transmitted almost instantaneously. He waited a moment, and then heard a chuckle. "All right. Tell us how our little precious fares when you're done with him tonight."
The quiet fuzzy background noise was silenced as the one-way line went dead.
He turned back around to face Roxas's bare back and made sure that both locks were secure. He then trudged back to the same corner he had gotten the bar from, and retrieved a collar with blunt silver spikes at the end. Vexen had taken the time to emphasize that the spikes were made of real silver, and if someone messed them up, that person wouldn't be eating that day. After all, the collar had been custom-made to perfection.
The spikes seemed to have been expertly super-glued to the black leather (black leather seemed to be the recurring theme in the vicinity) and Axel leaned forward a bit, reaching around the boy's neck and snapping the end in place. He then secured a leash (Jesus, what was with all the black leather?) and tied it to one of the large chains near the top. There was a muzzle-like part that attached to the collar, and he guessed that it was to put around the head so the victim's face wouldn't turn scary colors and fall off or something like that.
Axel stepped back a bit, and screwed up his face a little, noting that would be one hell of an uncomfortable thing to wear.
Roxas was beginning to struggle awake, but couldn't move from the awkward position he was in. He quickly was roused from his sleep as he realized he was naked with a bar spreading his feet apart, he couldn't see, and he was bent over, completely exposing his ass to his torturer. He whimpered quietly enough so that his tormenter wouldn't hear and hurt him even more.
He had a feeling that today he was going to lose his innocence that he had tried so hard to keep from predators out on the streets.
And he couldn't do a fucking thing about it.
Axel walked over, his boots lightly clacking against the concrete as he meandered over to Roxas's form. He bent over the body and shaped himself to the victim. He reached out and dragged his leather-clad hands over his toned stomach, abs, ribs, and stopped at his nipples. He circled them a few times and pinched and pulled, feeling them harden. He smirked at the thought that the younger was becoming turned on.
He slid off the boy's body and clamped his teeth on his right glove fingertips and pulled his head away from his hands, efficiently removing his glove, and proceeded to do the same with his left. He sucked on his forefingers and went directly behind once more the boy's body, and ran his hands up and down his stomach and abdomen, quivering when he touched certain spots, tensing when he went lower and lower, rubbing Roxas's groin.
It was beginning to become hard to contain his amounting excitement and he slipped off his pants ever so slightly, still touching Roxas.
He began to center his hands and finally reached the boy's quivering length.
Roxas would have put down his head in shame and embarrassment at the good feeling if it wouldn't have hurt so much because of the collar and leash. Instead, he slightly arched his back and turned his head to the right, his face flushing.
After all, he hadn't even touched himself before. This was going to be a time of a lot of firsts in that respect, and he almost regretted it. It would just make it all the more humiliating.
Axel could almost sense the kid's thoughts and began to run his hands up and down the boy's length. After all, Axel didn't need any preparing himself, seeing that he was so far gone, he was already fully upright and his body was shaking slightly with anticipation.
He couldn't help it. That ass, that perfect body, the obvious unwillingness….
The red-head started to move his hand faster, still pressed against Roxas's leaned-over body in an obvious spooning position. Roxas mewled and melted into the touch. It felt good, like nothing he felt before, but his innocence… It was quickly slipping away. So, so quickly. He pressed his ears back and shuddered, whimpering louder, as he came.
"Did you enjoy that, you little slut? Heh, of course, that's only the beginning, my little kitten. Be prepared. Yell as loud as you want; no one's going to come to your rescue." As he finished speaking, he probed inside Roxas's ass, making the boy stiffen and try to rear his head. But he knew it was futile. It was really going to happen.
Damn this low-voiced stranger. He'd kill him one day, murder him, with delight. He wanted that other person, the one who'd cared for him the other day. What was his name again?
He wasn't able to think anymore as Axel entered another digit, never stopping. And another. But then, the assault stopped, and Roxas was afraid to know why. It had hurt like hell, the feeling of leather chafing against skin.
Apparently Axel had noticed this too, and took out of his front pocket a little bottle of lubrication, quickly squirted the stuff onto his fingers, and spread it around Roxas's anus, starting out fairly wide but coming closer with every circle.
And so, the assault started again, more vicious this time. The boy began to pant and tears rolled down his face. He didn't want this. It wasn't fair. He didn't deserve it.
To what seemed like an eternity to Roxas, the fingers pulled out of him. Finally, he felt relief. That was all, right? He was done for today.
Or not. He felt something much bigger enter, and he cried out.
Axel grinned, beginning to feel more satisfied. He could go as long as he wanted, without interruptions. The fit was tight, and the clenched, unwilling ass just heightened the sensation for Axel.
He went at it for a while, before feeling his blood pump harder, his adrenaline suddenly racing. Hearing the sounds of skin pounding against skin just made him more turned on, and he came inside the boy, gasping for breath.
It was almost too much for Roxas. His eyes were at half-mast, struggling to stay conscious. He won, but only just. He was empty. His mind and body alike tried to reject the enjoyment, the fact that he had been raped. His virginity was gone, his purity along with it. He opened his eyes, but the dim light reflecting off of them didn't make them come alive as it should have; they were dull, as if there wasn't any light at all.
Axel, still basking in the aftermath of the intercourse, didn't notice that Roxas had stopped struggling. The boy rejected the feeling of white slowly dripping down his thighs onto the concrete, the feeling of being ever-exposed. It was as if he wasn't there.
As if, at least temporarily, his soul had left.
A little shorter than before, but… It was all one scene. And I don't know how to go on after this. Any ideas? I think I got a little idea of plot, though. Maybe.
Reviews will be greatly appreciated, and will (most likely) spur me to write.
I do like the ending, though. Strangely enough.
I realized, after re-reading this, that there is virtually almost no dialogue in it. But I highly doubt it's going to stay like this.
