Hello Little Plaything
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WARNING: Rated M. Contains mature themes such as suspense, kidnapping, danger, abuse, violence and sexual themes. Chapter Warning: dubious/non-consent warning. Please read with discretion.
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! (c) Kazuki Takahashi. This is a fanfiction story based off of Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series by LittleKuriboh. None of these characters belong to me, and no profit is being made off of this written work, it is purely for my own enjoyment. Please support the original release.
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Chapter Three
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There wasn't anything he could do. Both hands were held tight in an iron grasp above his head, his legs pinned down by Melvin's knees. The larger male watched his face as he inwardly panicked, breath speeding up and his slowly warming body trembling.
Eye's lidding with a groan of lust, Melvin touched Ryou's cheek with his thumb. "Those expressions," he murmured, "Are intoxicating. Keep those up, and I just might be gentle with you."
Ryou tried again to speak, struggling to cuss him out, but all he could formulate was garbled sounds of vowels with a few simple consonants. He didn't believe Melvin even knew how to be gentle.
"Wahahaha!" Melvin laughed in his face, eyes lighting up in delight. "Oh you're too fun, Cecelia. All those peons who said you're the most boring character in our show don't even know what they're talking about. Most people I drag in here just snivel and beg and cry. But you've got much more interesting reactions."
If I could talk, I'd have a thing or two to say back! Ryou thought unhappily. And WHAT people were saying that? I'm not the most boring person on our show, I just don't have hardly any screen time!
"Of course, it means I have to be more careful with you," Melvin continued. His hand continued its rough, abrasive movements of rubbing and pinching. While it was annoying and uncomfortable, it was making him warmer, so he didn't try to resist it. "You're more likely to run away."
You bet your buggering arse I am, Ryou scowled.
His kidnapper just grinned at him, pleased. "I'm going to get something slick. You know, to make things easier for you. Isn't that nice of me?"
Bloody wanker. I'd like to punch his face in. This isn't nice at all!
"Of course, if you try to escape while I'm getting it, then I'll be forced to go in dry," he laughed again, getting up and walking toward the far wall. Ryou caught a glimpse of his naked body, and stared in horror at the massive erection he was sporting.
Blimey he's like a monster! He thought, gaping. He rolled over onto his side, curling up into a ball and covering his face with his hands. Suddenly, he was close to hyperventilating again. Oh god, I remember hearing from Bakura now that Marik has a massive dick… I guess it makes sense then that Melvin has one too, but… but I DON'T WANT THAT THING INSIDE ME!
Somehow, he wasn't sure how yet, but somehow, he was going to get out of this. He had to.
"I forgot how shy you are. Or are you just cold?"
"W…ai…t" Ryou coughed. He shrank away as Melvin hopped back down on the bed. There was a flask in his hand with what smelled like knife oil, used for keeping blades from rusting. No no no no no….
"Wait? Why? I thought you wanted to get warm." Melvin grabbed him by the elbow, forcing him onto his back again.
"I'm… al…re…" he coughed, groaning and hating his throat for not working. He took a deep breath and let it out. Maybe if he just whispered… "I'm already warm," he tried, voice barely audible, but the words coming out clear.
Melvin leaned down, his face so close, Ryou felt his breath against his skin. It made him shiver. "You're shivering," he smirked. He licked his lips with his long tongue.
"I'm not cold," he whispered again. It hurt his throat even more to whisper than to talk, but at least he could form the words.
Melvin's eyes narrowed. A bored expression crossed his face, and he pulled back to contemplate his captive carefully. After a moment, he stood up again, walking toward his fridge in the far corner. He said nothing, and Ryou was too afraid to move, so he waited until his kidnapper came back and hopped onto the bed. A snarl fixed itself on his face as he straddled Ryou's body and held up a white plastic tray over his head. "So you're not cold anymore, are you?" he said, voice edged with danger.
Ryou gulped, staring upward with uncertainty. Is that… an ice tray? He grimaced, a nervous feeling in his stomach.
"I guess we should fix that." He bent the tray with his hands, reached in, and pulled out an ice cube between his fingers and thumb. Smirking down at Ryou's wide-eyed expression, he licked the frozen water with his ridiculously agile tongue, and brought it down to Ryou's chest. "Let me know when you get cold again," he laughed. His eyes grew hungry as he watched his captive squirm under the roaming piece of ice.
It sent chills down his spine to feel that far-too-cold cube running all over his chest. "St... O….P!" he coughed out loudly, smacking Melvin's hand away and wriggling out from underneath the tan, naked body on top of him. All he got was a blow to the head, and another ice cube. This one went on his neck. "I s..ai…d…. S-stOP!" he tossed that one away too.
"Leaving your arms free isn't working very well is it?" Melvin snickered. "Staples don't really work well in the bed, though. I guess I could just cut your arms off. That would solve all of my problems!"
Abruptly, Ryou stopped trying to escape. He stared up at Melvin with a look of horror. "You wouldn't," he whispered.
The sadistic grin on Melvin's face said try me.
Groaning, Ryou flopped his arms by his sides. "I hate you," he whispered. "Bloody wanker."
"Limey pipsqueak," Melvin snickered. He pulled out a third piece of ice, sucking on this one, and then brought it down to draw long, wet circles around Ryou's nipples. "Tell me when you're cold again," he hummed to himself, eyeing his captive's expressions as he shifted his weight lower so that he was sitting on Ryou's crotch, and not just his stomach.
Ryou shivered and groaned unhappily. The cold chilled him right through his nerves to his skull, and it was too easy to get right back to where he had been before. My body is still not fully dry. My hair is still wet. The ice burns it's so cold!
Every new patch of skin it touched made his shivers worsen, and the only thing keeping him from breaking down into full on shudders was the heat of Melvin's body, sitting on him. It was driving him crazy.
Why does it have to just be in one spot? I'm freezing… I'd even be okay with him rubbing at me like that again. At least it was warmer than this… His resolve began to weaken, and his teeth began to chatter. "C…c-c…col…d…." he rasped out. He tried to wrap his arms over his chest.
"Now, now, cupcake," Melvin snorted, tossing his arms aside. "Don't be difficult." He picked up the ice cube, only half the size it had been, and brought it to Ryou's mouth. "Open up," he ordered, sharp teeth glinting.
Ryou's teeth chattered, and he glared at him angrily. The staring contest only lasted a moment, though, and he finally opened his mouth.
"So obedient," Melvin cooed. He shoved the piece of ice in, and forced Ryou's mouth closed. "Better hold that in your mouth," he ordered. "If you spit it out, I'll just stick in another one." He lowered his hand to his chest, one finger tracing up and down Ryou's pale skin, circling his nipples, and then flicking them.
All Ryou could do was shiver and moan. The ice in his mouth was making his head hurt, and his teeth were chattering so much he could barely keep his mouth closed. I'm freezing… bugger this…. I just want to get warm…
Suddenly he gasped, head popping up and ice cube slipping out of his mouth onto the mattress, when the feeling of Melvin's hot tongue on his nipple startled him. The madman's tongue twisted and curled around his cold, hard nub of flesh, sending jolts of pleasure down into his stomach. He squirmed, head falling back on the mattress, as he cringed and chewed on his lip. Oh blimey that feels really good…
Melvin lifted his head, sighing in pleasure from Ryou's reactions. He leaned over him, breathing into his face. "Didya like that, Tweetums?" he chuckled. "Too bad you spit that ice cube out. It was almost gone." He pulled out another other, slurping it around in his mouth, and then pushed it between Ryou's lips. "Let's try this again."
"N-n-n-n…..o…." Ryou shivered, twisting uncomfortably. He whimpered when Melvin's hand grabbed his jaw, and he forced the large cube into his mouth. The cold water dripped down his throat too slowly, and the chill felt like it was burning into his head. Ow I hate brain freeze….
"If that one comes out," he warned, "I'll stick the next one down here." Melvin grinned evilly, tapping his finger on the tight right of muscle of Ryou's anus. His eyes glinted with delight at the horrified expression his pretty little captive made. "Now then, where was I? Oh yes… getting you warm." He set the tray aside, lowering his head to Ryou's chest, and began to slowly lick up the leftover water from the ice cubes. From his sternum down to his navel he licked, eyes solidly locked onto Ryou's face as his went.
His hot breath and tongue felt like pins and needles against Ryou's chilled skin. Each sensation made him feel weaker and weaker, and his hands grasped and clawed at the uncomfortable mattress below him to keep from doing what he wanted to do and shove Melvin away so he could huddle in a corner and rub his arms till he was warm again. Can't risk it, he thought weakly. He'll probably really cut my arms off… bloody hell how did I get in this situation? This is all the rain's fault. No, not even that… this is all the fault of Season Four! Who need's bloody Season Four anyway?
Melvin's tongue slipped into his belly button, twirling around in circles, and he gasped out in surprise. One second he was choking, trying to remember how to breath around the freezing block of ice in his mouth, and the next, he was gasping in relief, heat and nerves tingling through his stomach.
"You just can't keep a cube in your mouth, can you?" Melvin sighed. He lifted his head, shaking it in mock disappointment. "Come now Cecelia, if you wanted it inside you that badly, all you had to do was ask." He reached over, pulling out another cube, and sucked on it loudly. When he popped it back out, he slid off of Ryou's waist, sitting beside him. "Now hold still, and I wont have to pin you in place with my knives," he breathed into Ryou's ear.
Ryou barely had time to widen his eyes before the burning cold of the ice was pressed against his entrance. Oh god what!? NO! He flailed, trying to get up, and suddenly found himself crushed back down with an elbow against his throat. The struggle to breathe became his first priority, and he wriggled back and forth in desperation.
Only after the slippery, freezing block was pressed into and then swallowed up by his hole was the arm lifted off his throat, and he gasped and shuddered involuntarily.
Oh buggering teapots! That's cold! Cold, cold, cold, cold cold… he writhed around on the bed, wanting to get that freezing spot to go away, but Melvin had somehow managed to shove it up right against his prostate. Every time he moved it jarred him and made him moan, and the chill made his nerves ache.
"My, my," Melvin licked his lips as he watched his prey squirm around in a confusing mix of pleasure and discomfort. "I'm pretty sure I haven't seen that before. I should stick up another one."
"N-no….." Ryou flopped onto his back, hands roaming on their own to grab at his stomach, as if that would help. It didn't, and it just reminded him that he was cold, and now he was beginning to feel turned on.
"I think ice might be your secret kink," Melvin laughed. "Admit it, Cecelia, you rather like this, don't you?"
"Me…l…vin…" Ryou glared at him angrily, hating how helpless he felt. He struggling into a sitting position, and nearly fell over again as it jostled the cube inside him, and a sudden release of cold water slipped out his hole onto the bed. Oh god….
Melvin took hold of his arm and slowly pushed him back down. He couldn't even resist. "Tweetums," he said quietly. His breath was ragged, his eyes wide with blackened pupils. Ryou felt trapped under his gaze, unable to move, like a deer caught in the headlights. "Don't worry. I have something much warmer to stick up there."
Ryou shivered, another trickle of cold water slipping out down his buttcheeks. It drove him crazy. Bugger him….. bugger this… "I….h—hate…. Y…ou…"
"That's okay," Melvin grinned. The bottle of knife oil was opened, and a generous amount ended up on Melvin's hand. "I hate everybody. So the feeling is mutual. Isn't that great? Now we can hate each other together." He slicked up his length with his hand.
Blinking, Ryou just stared. He had no idea what to say to that. "That….w..as… ….sa..ppy…."
The madman snarled, not appreciating the comment. "Shut up," he snapped. He grabbed Ryou's thigh, shoving it sideways and up as far as his hip would allow, and moved his hips between Ryou's legs.
Ryou suddenly felt his shivers come back. Oh no…. it's really happening… I don't want this… I really… really….. Melvin's hot, swollen cockhead pressed against his dripping hole, and another shudder went through his body. This one was no from the cold. It coiled in his stomachs like snakes, burning and aching, and demanding. He swallowed, suddenly finding his brain had gone numb.
"You've gone quite still," the madman commented. His own breathing had become rapid with anticipation. "What, no more resistance?"
Brown eyes fixed on Melvin's lavender ones, and Ryou felt desperation cross his face. He shuddered. "Ju...st... d...o... it..."
He grinned his shark-like grin, and then Melvin shoved into him with one, sharp thrust.
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To be continued...
