Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Digimon. If I did it would not be a Kid's show.
Author's note: Sorry this one took so long to get out but I was really busy with school. I'm trying to publish these as fast as I can but that is currently not really up to me. Anyway, enjoy the Kaikeru/Kenkeru goodness :)
It had not even been a second from the moment he had woken up that Takeru started crying out in pain.
"Ow, my bottom!" the blonde boy cried out. Removing the sheets on top of himself Takeru attempted to walk but the soreness in his butt caused him to fall to the ground. "Damn that Ken. I can still fell his penis inside of me. Why does it hurt so much?"
Calming down for a second Takeru noticed what he was wearing now. He was wearing a loose fitting baby blue sleeveless nightgown. The skirt was so short that Takeru could see the pink panties Ken had put on him. I'm going to make him pay for this.
"I see you're finally up." Looking up Takeru was struck by so much fear that the fighting spirit he showed earlier just subsided. "So tell me, Takeru, how does it feel not being a virgin anymore?"
It was at this point that a fear really struck Takeru. He, a boy, had been anally penetrated—no, dominated—by another boy. He had lost his virginity before his first kiss and, worst of all, he had been made Ken's personal sex slave and he had barely put up a fight. And now, having Ken look down on him dressed like he was, he felt so defenseless knowing nothing would stop Ken if he wanted to stick it in his butt again. And that caused more fear to run thought Takeru's body than ever before.
"What, cat got your tongue?" Ken continued looking down on him. "How did it feel having me inside of you?"
"It felt degrading." Takeru thought that if he could not fight back he could at least be truthful.
"Oh," Ken was surprised. "How so?"
"What do you mean, how so?" Takeru began crying angrily. "You first kidnap me and then you stick me in a dress. And after that you decide to just shove your dick up my ass? I haven't kissed a girl and I lost my virginity to you. How am I supposed to feel?"
"How about grateful" Ken smirked at the grieving boy. "You can finally not feel embarrassed when people talk about sex."
"That's not what I mean. I was meant to lose my virginity to Hikari, and instead I got raped by you for my first time." More tears began coming out. "My virginity was taken away from me by another boy."
Wanting to shut up the crying blonde up Ken kneeled down next to him and looked him in the eye.
"You cry too much." Being assertive once again, Ken grabbed the back of Takeru's head, brought it in close to his, and kissed him on the lips. After what seemed like an eternity for Takeru Ken stepped back. "There, now I've stolen your first kiss, too. Do something."
Again, Takeru could not believe it. Even though he saw it coming he knew that there was nothing he could have done about it. Instead, all he could do was just sit there in a girl's nightgown and give up another first to his captor. He hated himself right now.
"Tell me, Takeru," Ken said, "why do you maintain this notion that Hikari ever liked you? If she did she would not have had participated in an orgy with Daisuke and Miyako last night. Now, let's get you something to eat, shall we?"
Picking up the sore blonde in the bridal style position again, Ken ignored the cries coming from Takeru.
Damn it, thought Takeru. I really wish he would stop carrying me like this. I fell so small and defenseless when I'm like this. Why couldn't he just have left me back in the room? I'm not even that hungry.
Arriving in what Takeru presumed to be the dining area he saw the breakfast table laid out. On one side he saw a delicious meal of eggs with toast. However, on what he only presumed to be his side, there was just one bowl of plain oatmeal with some fruits in it. Though he was not big on nutrition he knew oatmeal was the kind of food one ate when they were trying to lose weight. He knew he was not fat—he was considered skinny by everyone else's standards, even petite—so he was wondering why Ken was making him eat food with a low fat substance.
"What's the deal with the oatmeal?" Takeru was hoping for a straight from Ken, not believing he was going to receive a straight answer.
"What can I say," Ken looked at the blonde with a grin, "I like my girls with a slim figure. You can always afford to lose a few more pounds to get a… more feminine physique."
"Feminine…physique? What are you on?"
"Nothing strong, particularly. But I do expect my mates to look good next to me. Now shut and eat your breakfast. We've got company to entertain later."
He was curious on what he meant by company. But something in him compelled him to stop asking questions. Doing what he was told he walked to his chair, sat down, and began eating his breakfast. Eating his tasteless—and quite soggy—oatmeal, Takeru wanted to ask Ken questions. However, he kept remembering his orders to keep his mouth shut and the remainder of their meal was done so in absolute silence. After a few minutes, Takeru struggled through his oatmeal but eventually he managed to finish it. With both boys done Ken snapped his fingers and a group of several Digimon appeared to clean after them. Once they were done cleaning they left the two and the room was just the two of them once again.
"I hoped you enjoyed your breakfast, Takeru." Ken stood up, adjusting his clothes. "However, I would not get accustomed to first rate service like that. Next time It will be you cleaning up after us, not to mention making breakfast, lunch and dinner." Takeru looked stunned. "What can I say, I like a feminine women who can cook and clean."
Takeru had had enough. "Ken I've had it with you talking down to me. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a girl. I'm a boy and I will be treated as one. If you want a girlfriend then you should have stayed with Miyako. Now give me some clothes and let me go home."
"Is that so?" Ken became amused. "You sit there, after eating the food I so graciously provided for you, and are now making demands from me? And those demands are that you wish to be treated like a boy?"
"I am a boy." And without wasting another second Ken lifted Takeru up by his nightgown straps, slammed him against the table, bended him over, and lifted his skirt up.
"You're a boy, you say?" Ken had inserted his fingers inside the waistband of Takeru's panties. "Funny, I recall you denouncing your manhood just yesterday. Maybe you need another refresher of just exactly who you are? Perhaps there is a part of you that secretly enjoyed not being a man and getting dominated up the ass."
Takeru was scared. Feeling his panties being slid down and his asshole clenching up he began recalling the previous night. He remembered just how humiliated and powerless he was made to feel when Ken had inserted his penis up his butt. And he did recall denouncing his man hood when Ken had been inside of him deflowering him. All he knew was that he did not want to have that happening again anytime soon. Weighing his options he decided that he did not want to be on the receiving end of anal penetration again and decided to beg.
"Okay, Ken. You win. You can treat me however you like. Just don't stick you penis inside of me."
"But If I didn't stick it in you then you wouldn't be my mate. But if you mean not to fuck you right now, then you submitting to me right now just bought you sometime without me inside of you." Keeping his word, Ken rose Takeru's panties back in place and brought his skirt down. "Plus, we have company today, so it would be best not to make a mess like last night."
Though he had been unconscious when Ken unloaded himself he knew what had happened the night before. Just being glad that he was not about to be screwed right now, Takeru had no time to process that last part. Instead, he stood straight up and realized that this was the first time since before he got penetrated that he could walk, even though he was still sore.
"Now, let's get you ready to entertain our guess." Even though Takeru wanted to fight those orders he just accepted them. As Ken began walking Takeru followed suit. Eventually, they arrived in the room Takeru recognized was where he slept. Where he had lost his virginity. Walking inside Takeru heard running water and knew somebody—most likely one of the servant Digimon—had gotten a bath ready. "You have three hours to get ready." Ken began walking out. "The Digimon will lay out the clothes you are wear. The guess will arrive soon so you best be ready by the time they come. If you're late I'll have my way with your bottom, and this time I won't use lube, got it?"
"Yes…Kaiser" Takeru clenched his butt cheeks when he heard the threat. If was one thing to take Ken's ten inches with lube, and Takeru knew that without it he would be bleeding for a while. "I'll make sure to be ready by then."
For the next few hours Takeru was glad he had privacy from Ken—he had noticed that he had been either sleeping or with Ken since he had gotten there. However, after finishing showering Takeru was not pleased with the clothes that Ken had laid out for him. He wasn't expecting anything different from what he was accustomed to recently wearing—he knew wearing pants was out of the question—but was not expecting something like that. In his bed lied a black and white French maid outfit. He did not want to put it on but he knew that there was no other choice, less he be cruelly penetrated dry by Ken. Setting the dress aside, he examined the rest of his clothes; obviously, there was a matching headpiece but there was also a garter belt and high heels to go along with the outfit. But the piece that he was dreading putting on the most was a pair of black thong-cut panties. Realizing that he had always been dressed by Ken he figured this would be the first time he would put on women's underwear by his own will. Doing so would mean giving up a small piece of his manhood to Ken, but, then again, so did losing his virginity to Ken, so there was not much left to lose. Giving in once again, he swallowed his remaining pride and put on the thong.
This is so uncomfortable, Takeru though trying hard to prevent the back side from riding up. Why do girls willingly do this to themselves? Still, he knew he was running out of time. He put on the garter belt, whose stockings reached just above the knees, and later finished putting on the maid dress and shoes. Looking at himself in the mirror, this was the first time he had anytime to fully examine himself. He never realized just how petite he really was. Though he had been one of the taller chosen when they were kids, he was only 160 cm, making Hikari a little taller than him. And he was exceptionally skinny, to the point where, if he did not know any better, the figure in the mirror would have been an exceptionally pretty female. How did I go from being a boy to a girl in a single day? Why does this have to happen to me?
Hearing the door behind him open he saw Ken dressed in a nice business suit, and it was at this moment that Takeru realized about the company they had to entertain that Ken mentioned earlier. As Ken walked closer to the blonde he began examining his prize. Eyeing him from the bottom up Ken could not resist further humiliating Takeru. Looking down on the short statured boy, he decided to give him an order.
"Now curtsey," Ken ordered from the blonde.
"What?" Takeru was shocked by his demand.
"Are you deaf and submissive?" Ken asked. "Do you know what a curtsey is?"
Takeru recalled seeing performances and how females had a different way from the male performers of showing appreciation they received from the cheers they received. Recalling how it looked, he almost felt his body acting its own. Putting one foot back and bending his knees he held his skirt out to the sides, presenting himself to Ken.
Again, Ken took joy in easily commanding the boy. "Good boy. Now turn around. Slowly."
Once again, Takeru's body moved on its own; he did not command it. Doing as he was told, again, Takeru began slowly turning around. Eventually, his back was facing the Kaiser. As he stood there, hearing Ken walking closer behind him, Takeru felt his knees shaking beneath him, and the fact that he was wearing high heels did not help him at all. Suddenly, he felt that back of his skirt being lifted as a small breeze touched his back side.
"I must say, a thong does not really suit you," Ken said still holding up the skirt. "You're definitely more of regular panty girl, as those highlight your cute features. But thus we are running out of time so these will do for now. Still, I'm glad you decided to wear what I laid out for you." He dropped his skirt. "Shame, since I would have loved to have had my way with you once again. But like I said, I would not like to keep out company waiting."
Walking towards the doors Ken looked back at the blonde and gave him a look that screamed to follow behind his master. And just like before Takeru did as he was told and quietly followed behind the Kaiser. Following Ken, Takeru had a difficult time keeping up with him for a few reasons. For starters, Ken was a lot taller than him, giving him a wider stride that Takeru could not easily match. Also, his bottom was still sore from the previous most of all were the shoes he was wearing. Once again he did not understand why anyone would choose to wear high heels since he had a hard time just keeping his balance, much less keeping up with Ken. Eventually, he adjusted the way he would walk that allowed him to keep up with the Kaiser.
I didn't think his base would be this large. Takeru though. I don't think I'll be able to escape easily at all. I could easily get lost in a dress. And I know what Ken would do to me once he caught me.
Eventually they ended up in front of a large double door that seemed almost out of place in the Kaiser's new headquarters. While the base so far had been dungeon-like with metallic doors—excluding the very girly looking room he had sleep in, that is—this one was wooden and painted white. Takeru knew that what was on the other side would not be the dungeon he had been accustomed to.
"Now listen up, slave." Ken turned back to look at Takeru for the first time since they began walking. "You will be on your best behavior for our guess. If I give you an order then I expect you follow them without question. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
He knew what he was demanding of him—total obedience—and Takeru knew that it would be best to do as he was told, like always. Giving in, he replied "Yes, master."
"Good. Now let us entertain the guess." Snapping his fingers the doors in front of them opened up revealing what was on the other side. Takeru was right. Instead of the room looking like a dungeon it instead looked like a dining hall, adorn with beautiful panting's and a few chandeliers on the roof, lined up perfectly. Continuing to examine the room nothing could have prepared Takeru for the special guess that he had heard about since the morning. There were three of them, but as far as Takeru was concerned there was only one of them that mattered.
Across from and having had the chance to watch Takeru walk into the room wearing a dress was Hikari, cheerfully smiling as she saw him in his current predicament.
Goddamn it, Ken, he though as he tried hiding away his blush. You just brought her here because you know I like her and so that she may watch my humiliation. I'll get you for this.
But she was not alone. To her right was Miyako, who was also admiring the crossdressing boy and probably copying that image into her head. And on Hikari's left was Daisuke, who looked a bit uncomfortable being there. He knew that these next few hours would feel like an eternity and that was how Ken had planned it.
