This got way more sexual than I intended but that shit happens when you're as mentally fucked as I am right now. Enjoy.

-Obsessed

I woke up covered in blood, the whip Vene used lying at my feet stiff with my dried blood. I must've blacked out at some point. My arms were so tired from being strapped to the wall, a normal human would've died by now. I sigh counting my new wounds to pass the time.

I hear a sigh and look up, I'm surprised to hunger in the deranged eyes looking over my cold, malnourished form.

"How'd you enjoy your nap Germany?"

I flinch at the ice in his- no it's- tone, there's no way that thing is Feliciano or Veneziano. I smile, asking him,

"You like what you see?"

Hoping my smug tone will let this shell of the man I love keep his hands off me in such an intimate way and continue logical punishment.

Unfortunately, he saw right through this and plays the game back, "Mmmhm," he hums,

"Sì, very much. I can- show you… If you want."

In that moment, him stalking toward me I want to cry and turn back time to make things right. When he puts his hand around my cold, battered shaft and the other on my thigh- it shrinks further, not wanting this version of the man it once lived to to be near it.

Of course, this doesn't last long as this shell remembers how to manipulate parts of the human body as well as his non-broken old self used to. I feel sick with myself- being helpless and yet still craving this touch as the monster doing it to me looks so much like my love. When a whimper comes out of my dehydrated mouth, Malocchio -the name this broken Italy has given to himself- bends my shaft hard, bringing tears to my eyes.

"How can you betray your precious Feli like that? How can you let a monster- even one that looks like him bring you such pleasure? You know, that's part of the reason I'm here… You hurt him so bad, his mind let me come out to play, to protect the poor bastard." The man rants, in the same voice of his love.

I sigh in relief that the gentle treatment was over, it messes with my head too much. Next I found myself eyes wide in shock as a spike, one of those ones like on an 80s outfit, is moved from Malocchio's hand to my ass.

Once the tip reached my entrance, I realized what was wrong, one no lube, two the thing wasn't as soft as the 80s outfits, this thing was wide sharp hard plastic. And it was about to be forced up my ass.

It felt like hell, don't get me wrong- but the dominance coming from this hot little body of my lover- it was kind of a turn on.

Don't worry- I'm disgusted in myself too.

As the spike was being forced into my body, my feet pulled apart by new ropes, that must've been added while I was passed out. About an inch inside now, the thing was starting to flare outward. Being that the plastic was so hard and there was no lube or preparation- I was on my way to bleeding if I wasn't already.

The dark laugh of the man I loved as he tortured me like this kept me from passing out, I wondered if I would live through this.

I wiggled my hips, trying to at least use the blood for some kind of lubrication, taking my actions as a sign of enjoyment the Italian male chokes out a laugh.

"Everyone always knew you were kinky but wow… I underestimated you."

Quickly removing the sharp spike, he shoves his dick hard into my ass, causing tears to leak from my eyes. AFterall, he just ripped new wounds and caused the ones from before to widen. When he started roughly thrusting, I felt pain- the burning kind like salt in a wound and realised he hadn't put on a condom so any and all of his precum and cum in my ass could go into and infect my wounds.

His hands gripped my hips, with enough force to bruise, when you add his nails in the mix you can probably guess about how much I was bleeding. It's when Kuro came in with piercing supplies I knew I was in trouble.

You see- Kuro, unlike his counterpart Kiku- was very into tattoos and piercings and rape-like porn, probably thinking this was such he wouldn't lift a finger to help me.

He brought out clamps, having so much practice he needed no marks to make a straight piercing. He took a 16 gage and put it at the slit on the end of my dick. I said a silent prayer and barely flinched as he shoved the curved needle through, and put the curved jewelry into the new hole in my dick, it left enough room for peeing and such, but was going to be a pain while healing during anything. The other end of the barbell popped out under the lip of my dickhead.

At this point I was crying silently, from the pain of the needle through such a sensitive area and the fact Malocchio had just cum inside of me and hot, salty sperm definitely didn't feel good inside of my torn asshole. I wondered how things were going for the others…