*Waves* Hello guys, I apologize for not updating this for over two months.
Thank you celeskid for helping me beta the first half and for all the lovely suggestions you gave.
But here's chapter two of Helter Skelter. It will conclude in the third chapter, thanks for supporting.
WARNINGS: Nonconsensual EVERYTHING, trigger warnings for rape and language. Please think about it carefully before you continue reading.
It is alright if you would prefer to skip this chapter. It's merely a flip perspective of what happened to Kid while Shinichi was solving his case and exploring the bar. His rescue will take place in chapter 3.
Enjoy.
"Aren't you a bit young to be a cop?" One of them pushed him to the ground and he grunted at the impact.
Another one knelt down and grabbed both of his wrists. His arms were lifted above his head and pressed down firmly to the ground.
Kanda was standing off to the side with an amused grin, and Kid focused on him in order to stop the dizzy spells that made his head spin.
"Search him. He might have a gun." The manager of the club ordered and the remaining lackey grabbed at his police vest.
"Ooo handcuffs! Hand them here!" The one holding his hands reached out and took the cuffs. With a click, his hands were bound.
"He only has a stun gun, how lame." The guy threw the taser on the ground, but his hands did not leave Kid's torso.
His breathing quicken as every small touch felt like a sunburn. His body was like a hot plate, the touches were drops of water that sizzled as they hit the burning surface. He threw his head back and let out a soft moan of pain, writhing around. Sweat dripped down his forehead as his brain throbbed against his skull. Too much too much too damn much.
"Is he moaning? What a little slut. I've barely touched him!"
"Don't flatter yourself, it's the drug. Here, carry some just in case." Kanda sighed and handed each man a syringe to pocket. He knelt down next to the struggling cop. He had to admit, the cop looked pretty damn hot, sweat drenched and flushed in the face. He placed a cool hand on the boy's forehead and watched with delight as the cop's breath hitched and his back arched. Blood flowed down to between Kanda's legs as he watched the hot mess in front of him.
"Fever….and hypersensitivity…" Kanda murmured with a smile. He looked at the stun gun on the floor.
"Hmm…" He considered his options with a soft hum.
"Kanda-san?"
"Hold him down."
The other three followed his orders without question.
He picked up the stun gun and turned it to the lowest setting. Can't have him die. Kanda smiled to himself before flicking the switch on.
The buzzing sound made the cop flinch and attempt to move away.
"No you don't." Kanda chuckled and unzipped the vest. The blue dress shirt underneath was sticking to the cop's skin with sweat, highlighting the tight muscles that were barely fully developed. He's like a damn child.
"Hey, are you sure you're a cop?" He pulled up the dress shirt as well and the cold air made the smaller man's torso shake with shivers.
When he didn't receive an answer, he pressed the stun gun against the cop's side and removed it a split second later. Kanda's smirk held a sadistic edge as a strangled cry escaped the officer's lips, his eyes widen to the size of saucers. His body convulsed in a jerky manner and his limbs spazzed even with the three men holding him down. There was a slight smell of charred flesh and the patch of skin was burned a light red.
"I asked you a question, you know." He guided the taser upward towards his abdomen before flicking the switch again.
Kid's mouth was open in a silent scream as another painful jolt shot through him. He momentarily lost control over his entire body as his vision turned white. It hurt. It hurt so god damn much.
"N-ye-yes! Yes!" His words came out desperate, and hard to comprehend. He cursed himself when he nearly answered no.
"Hmm…you don't sound that sure." Another jolt ripped a scream from him. Why wasn't anyone coming? Didn't they hear what was happening?
The ground beneath him was vibrating from the intensity of the music from inside the club and his head throbbed even more.
"Yes! I'm sure!" He growled out, his breathing ragged and irregular. The hands pressing his limbs down felt like fire. They burn through his clothes and deep into his very being. Kanda's hand was freezing cold, and it clashed with the burns on his upper body.
"I'm not so sure about that. Why would a cop only carry a stun gun anyways? Where is your gun?" Every question came with another brief shock that didn't give him enough time to react. The smell of his own flesh burning filled his nostrils, and he wanted to vomit.
Another shock prompted him to rack his disoriented brain to come up with an explanation that didn't give away that he was Kid. His arms and legs were twitching, his lips quivering. He couldn't feel anything, much less try to talk coherently.
"K-kid's non-v-violent. N-no need for guns." At least he hoped that was the case with the taskforce. He always thought it was strange (and immensely lucky) that no taskforce member had taken a shot at him.
Another shock and he couldn't speak anymore.
"Nonviolent? Tch that is why I hate that bastard of a thief so much." Kanda shook his head and flicked the taser off. The continuous buzzing noise ended.
He poked at a burn mark on Kid's side, and the thief flinched away, shaking his head. Stop it, stop it. What did I ever do to you? I haven't even stolen the jewel yet. Why….
"What kind of criminal steals something and returns it? And tries not to hurt anyone? Don't even get me started on the task force. You dumbasses have been chasing that idiot for twenty years and you still haven't caught him? Are you even trying here? If I were a cop, I would've shot that son of a bitch out of the sky years ago. You cops are pathetic."
Anger filled his body as the man kept taunting him. How dare he make fun of the taskforce? How dare they insult the Kaitou Kid?
"Ah, what's wrong are you mad?"
The thief snarled and tried to lunge forward with the little strength he had. It was pointless; the grip on his shoulders were too strong.
"Don't you dare talk shit about the taskforce or Kaitou Kid!"
"Hmm, I understand that you're mad because I'm badmouthing the taskforce. But why Kaitou Kid? Why are you so protective of the bastard thief?" Kanda took the thief's chin in a painful grasp, preventing him from turning away.
"Unless….you are the Kaitou Kid."
Kid stopped his struggles to stare up at the man with wide eyes. That's right, he had lost his cap and glasses in the struggle before. He no longer had any masks to hide behind. His face...it was uncovered! He's exposed! No….he figured it out? N-no, he can't...he can't!
Calm down…calm down
"I-I'm not-"
"You know, I've always thought Kid was pretty good-looking." One of the men holding him down said with a leer.
"Same here, after watching some of his tricks. I'd think he'd be really flexible." Another chuckled while staring up at the night sky as if he were fantasizing. It made Kid feel sick.
Stop….I'm right here…
"You know….I have to wonder. Those elaborate heists of his must require a lot of information and planning. Where do you think he gets all this information? I highly doubt it's his own skill."
I research….I research a lot.
"I think he sells his body for the information."
"What about his equipment? Hang-gliders don't come cheap. Maybe he's fucking a mechanic for deals?"
No….no I…I-
"Ahhh~ how unprofessional. All for stealing a jewel to return? Pathetic."
No…I'm not pathetic…stop…shut up..
"He's just doing it for the attention. There are people that get off on those kinds of things, right?"
"Adrenaline junkies?"
Shut…up…
"How creepy~"
Creepy...
"Nah, I think Kid-san isn't loved enough at home."
I-
He paused in his struggles.
That's right...
He thinks about the dark, cold house that awaits him every day.
I'm...
Mom always traveling...and dad-
Alone.
"A slut and an attention whore. Pathetic~"
Slut...whore...pathetic...
"Enough." Kanda finally halted the taunting and patted the thief on the cheek.
"Mr. Officer, it's no fun if you zone out."
"Let...me go..." He was tired. So damn tired. He couldn't think anymore. He wanted to go hom-
Dark, gloomy, empty, silent, alone.
"N-no." He didn't want to go back home either.
"No? You don't want to be freed?"
What?
No...No...! He started to shake his head rapidly. He did! He did! He wanted to get out of here immediately.
"Huh, seems like Mr. Officer likes this kind of stuff."
"N-no, I-ah!" Another shock reminded him that the stun gun was still present.
"Tch, annoying. You're not answering any of my questions and all you do is whine…your voice is starting to annoy me. How about you stay quiet for a while?" Kanda grinned down at him and Kid started to shake his head again.
The men holding him down suddenly let up their grip. The burning sensations in his shoulders remain, and he could barely move them. Stunned and dizzy, he blinked uncomprehendingly.
Focus...focus...get out of here...
The burning hands returned and he hissed when he was dragged up and forced down on his knees. The cold of the floor seeped through his thin pants and he trembled, nearly losing balance. They ripped his police vest off and tossed it to the side. He pressed his handcuffed hands down on the ground in order to steady himself.
One man stood on each side, pressing down on his shoulders. He could not see the third one. Kanda was still standing in front of him.
Focus...His supplies were in the police vest and he couldn't reach it...focus..He could try to push these guys off, but four against one? The drugs were still making him unfocused and sluggish…Focus..
But he couldn't, they've seen his face...they've touched his face…they know his real appearance…if he pulled out Kid equipment now...
The sound of a belt jingling made him snap into a horrified awareness.
No...
Kanda stepped forward, belt off and pants unbuckled.
The thief tried to inch back, shaking his head furiously.
No...
The pants fell and so did the black boxers. Kanda was directly in front of him.
"Suck."
"Let me go!" He was fighting desperately now. The grip on his shoulders grew tighter.
"Kanda-san's getting rowdy~!" One of them giggled with a whoop.
His handcuffed hands scratched at the floor frantically, trying to reach the police vest. Screw them, he didn't care if they saw him use his Kid equipment. Because he couldn't take this anymore. He had to get out of here. He had to-
The third man grabbed a fistful of his hair tight enough to rip several strands from their roots. He pushed his head forward.
"You're making Kanda-san impatient, dumb cop!"
"Yeah! Look at him, standing there in the cold."
"Should warm him up!"
Kid kept struggling, shaking his head back and forth while murmurs of protest spilled from his quivering lips.
The stun gun aimed at his neck stopped him, and he glanced at the weapon from his peripheral vision with a shuddered breath.
"I've always wondered what the highest setting on this thing would do." Kanda hummed and flicked the switch on to said setting.
The soft buzzing from before turned into a roar of chirping birds, sparking with the electricity. He saw that the energy seeping out of the weapon made even Kanda's hand twitch. It was inches from his neck and he could feel the sweat dripping down his nape.
He would die if that touched him.
No...
"It's alright with me if you die." Kanda shrugged, waving the stun gun a bit closer, causing Kid to inch away.
"People disappear at bars all the time. By the time your colleagues notice, we'll have you sunken to the bottom of the ocean." Kanda moved even closer; Kid's eyes flickered to stare at his erect cock, shaking.
"And if you can't satisfy me, I'll go back inside and find someone who can." His threat was not spoken out loud but Kid could infer:
I'll hurt the task force if you don't do what I say.
The hand on his head shoved him forward again.
His breaths came out labored and quick. He could feel the panic clamping down on his chest, squeezing at his lungs. He couldn't breathe.
The stun gun inched closer, and he could feel the electricity trying to reach out at his skin.
He shakily opened his mouth, lips trembling as he truly understood the position he was in.
His assaulters didn't waste a second.
The moment his lips parted, Kanda thrust forward and the hands pushed Kid's head down. The appendage was shoved into his mouth and the thief gagged as the vile taste hit his tongue. He automatically shook his head in response, wanting to yank free and spit.
"Did you not hear what I said? Satisfy me, dumb cop." He heard Kanda's growl over the buzzing in his mind. Right…I have…I have to protect the task force…I can't…I can't…
With a shuddered breath, he trained his eyes on the ground and began to suck.
Saliva pooled in his mouth as he tried to slicken the shaft as much as possible. Anything to lessen the feeling of skin scraping against the insides of his mouth.
"Look at Kanda-san getting all that action. Ah~ I think we'll have some fun as well!"
"Ah-" Kid let out a muffled gasp of surprise when cold hands began to trace up his body. Fingers circled around to grope at his chest-shivers coursed through his quivering body-and unbutton his dress shirt.
"Watch your damn teeth!" Kanda hissed in pain when teeth scraped against the sensitive skin.
Focus! He told himself as he turned back to the task at hand. Curling his lips, he covered his teeth and continued to wet the cock.
Chilled air hit his exposed chest when all the buttons on his shirt became undone. The sudden intake of breath made Kanda rumble in pleasure, his cock vibrating in the thief's mouth.
"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" The manager of the club openly teased and Kid didn't dare look up.
"Faster!" He grabbed the thief by the hair and pulled him down further. Kid let out a choke when the member pushed against the back of his mouth, threatening to go down his throat. Kanda's grip on his hair loosened, choosing to focus on thrusting slowly into Kid's mouth instead. Drool dripped down the thief's chin as he struggled with the new position. His chest heaved up and down in an attempt to control his gag reflex. Focus focus focus!
"Ngh-!" The fingers on his torso continued to tickle his scalding skin, soft ministrations dancing across his chest. Another pair of hands appeared and pinched his harden nipples, massaging them in a deceivingly gentle way.
"What's this, Mr. Officer?" Hot breath misted over his neck-he unconsciously shuddered- "Are you getting turned on?"
Stop…stop…don't make me….He pleaded in his mind, his fingers digging into the cement ground. He hated this. He wanted to escape. He wanted someone to save him! Anyone! Just-
Stop making this feel good.
A moan sounded from his throat when the hands began to trail down to his hips. Kanda let out a pleased grunt in return.
His lips were growing numb from the erratic thrusts, the area surrounding his mouth bruised red and purple. His jaw ached, throbbing each time Kanda pushed back in.
The hands have found their way to his belt. With a few swift movements- and distractions from a few particularly harsh thrusts- his pants were worked off.
Eh...? Why...why are they- no...no! Stop it!
Before he even had a chance to protest, a hand slipped into his boxers and grabbed his member.
!
His mouth tightened around Kanda's hard cock, causing the man to shudder.
"Does that feel good, officer-san? To be touched and played with?"
"N-ngh-!" The hand traced up and down his shaft in fluid motions. One finger rubbed against the head teasingly before disappearing again.
His breathing grew labored as he struggled for more air. The oxygen supply coming through his nose was insufficient, his mouth was occupied-too much too much stop stop stop.
"Are you getting hard, officer-san? Want to make some noise? It's okay, no one will hear you. You can moan all you want, you little slut."
A deep thrust pushed his head back-he was too tired to support it- and more saliva dribbled out- like a fucking slut, aren't you quite the pathetic loser? Outside of his hazy mind, he could hear Kanda's breathing grow more and more erratic as he came closer to climaxing.
"Mgnh!" The hand slid all the way to the head of his cock and squeezed. His mouth tightened considerably and his tongue flick over Kanda's tip, sending the man over the edge.
With a subdued grunt, the man released straight down Kid's throat, pulling out halfway. The remaining semen sprayed across the thief's face in an embarrassing display of humiliation.
The moment his mouth was free, Kid turned his head and promptly vomited. The dark ground was splattered with white, mucous-like liquid. His head spun and he swayed dangerously. If it weren't for the molesting hands that were supporting him, he feared he might've passed out right then and there.
"Ah~ what a mess."
"How pathetic, he couldn't even swallow."
"That's disrespectful to Kanda-san."
His cheeks were burning up; the shame was spreading throughout his entire body, finding a place in his naive heart. Cum dripped from his fringe, mixing in with his sweat and-ah were those tears? His pokerface utterly shattered.
Pathetic.
The hands released him and he collapsed onto his side without a word,
One man knelt down in front of him; he stared back with unfocused eyes.
"Damn, that's kinda hot. The man whispered, hands hovering over the thief's head.
"A picture of commemoration~ Smile Mr. Officer~" A flash of light made Kid flinch. No...stop it..don't... He bit his lips, curling in on himself; his handcuffed hands lifted to cover his face.
Don't look at me.
"Ahh, we should've taken some more pictures before."
"Maybe even a video."
"Ohh~ Nice idea! I'm sure a little video would've made enough dough to last us a week or two. He's not bad-looking."
"...We can make one right now." The other three turned to look at Kanda. The man was pulling his slacks up and buckling his belt.
"...Right now, Kanda-san?"
"Don't we have some toys left over from the last video?"
"Ahh with Apple-chan, you mean?"
"Where are they? I'll go get them!" Another man spoke up eagerly.
"The office down the street."
There was shuffling as the man ran off in a hurry.
"Officer-san, don't fall asleep on us, okay? We're nowhere near done with you yet." Kanda's hand patted against his cheek.
...What? Not...done?
"A cop video..quite kinky ain't it?"
"I'm getting excited just thinking about it."
"Kanda-san, may I get him ready?" The one named Goda leered at the cop's limp body with hungry eyes.
"Tch, do as you wish." Kanda sauntered to the side, pulling out a cigarette. He was satisfied...for now.
"Yay~ Just watching Kanda-san and officer-san getting it on was making me hard." Goda licked his lips and knelt down.
"Ne officer-san, are you still horny?" He placed his hand on the cop's exposed chest and rubbed the flesh enticingly. He giggled when the younger man gasped and arched his back.
"Ah~ so the drugs are still working? I'm glad! Ne, you didn't get to finish earlier right? Did it feel good though? Having your cock touched?" As if to prove his point,his hand trailed down, reaching into Kid's boxers to grasp at his shaft again.
"A-ah!" Kid's eyes snapped open as he shook his head back and forth, tears freely flowing. Stop, no not this again. Please don't-
"But I promise I can make you feel even better."
The thief's breath hitched when he was flipped onto his back, his hands pinned above his head yet again by Goda's hand.
"N-no, please don't do this please-" His face burned in shame at the thought of having to resort to begging. I swear, I'll leave. I won't go after your bosses' gem. Ever! Please just don-
"Shh.." The man grinned and held a finger to Kid's bruised lips. He straddled the thief and started to remove his belt with one hand. His pants were off within several seconds, his harden cock in sight.
"Ever had your ass played with, cop?"
"S-stop-"
"Well, there's a first time for everything." His hand reached down to completely pull off Kid's boxers.
!
"N-no!" He screeched and wrenched his body to the side. Goda had been wrong. The effects of the drug were starting to fade. He took his chance. Leave me alone! Get away get away GETAWAYGETAWAYGETAWAY-
Unbalanced, Goda let go of the thief's hands as he cursed.
"Fucking bastard-"
The thief took this moment to pull his leg in before kicking out. His foot hit Goda in the crotch.
"Fuck!" The man's voice squeaked as he fell off the thief and into the row of garbage cans at the side.
CRASH
"Shit!"
"Goda you dumbass!"
"Get the fucking cop!"
Kid had turned onto his stomach, attempting to crawl his way to the opening of the alley. Help...someone help me!
"Ah-!" He collapsed when a hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him back with brutal, furious force. His arms scraped painfully against the uneven ground.
He was flipped onto his back again. He stared up at Goda's ire-filled eyes. Kanda was standing to the side, his expression filled with anger as well. The remaining man knelt down to hold down the thief's shoulders and arms. This time, tight enough to hurt.
"Bastard...now you've done it!" Goda's tone was no longer flippant and joking.
"I was going to go easy on you because you're cute but not anymore!" He hissed and reached into his pocket to pull out the syringe.
"N-no-!" He opened his mouth to yell and was silenced when Goda slapped his other hand over his mouth.
"Shut up."
The sleeve of the thief's shirt was ripped as Goda frantically looked for his vein. Please...he shook his head, trying to free his legs again- but Goda had his legs pinned down firmly this time- please...
Help me.
The syringe was in his arm again, the plunger halfway pressed down when-
"Hey!"
Four heads turned to look back towards the side entrance of the club.
Tantei...kun?
Pfft *ends it here abruptly and runs off* See you at the conclusion chapter. Reviews are appreciated and loved.