Alright, guys, this chapter is kind of dark and disturbing, but please bear with it; it does get better. For people who don't like blood or pain, please don't read. I just deleted one of my stories because someone was so disturbed by it, so please. If you don't like it, don't read it. I don't think i can take another review like that...
"So to balance the equation, first you take the tangent and multiply by the sum of the cos…" Morinaga felt his concentration slipping as professor Suzuki droned on about a concept he already thoroughly understood. As soon as his mind began wondering, mental images of silver hair and slender limbs flooded his thoughts. Souichi's voice, Souichi sleeping, Souichi scowling, Souichi smiling (only two sighting recorded), Souichi's bare chest, the way his hair fanned out when he's laid out on the mattress. Souichi's lips, his hazel eyes, his slim but built muscles, his hips, his legs, his ass. Morinaga hit the desk in front of him with a loud bang. 'Man, I got it bad…'
"Morinaga-kun, are you alright?" Morinaga lifted his head to see the whole class staring at him. Professor Suzuki was also giving him a funny look while he waited for an answer to his question.
"Just feeling a bit ill…can I go get a sip of water?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Morinaga was halfway to the water fountain when his phone began vibrating quietly in his pocket. Diving into an empty classroom and locking the door behind him, he took a seat at a desk in the corner of the dark space, checking the caller ID, Morinaga's eyes nearly dropped out of his skull at the sight of Souichi's name flashing on the screen. Fumbling slightly, his thumb found the green button. Putting the phone to his ear, he whispered.
"Hello?" The chaos on the other end of the line caused Morinaga to hold the screaming device away from his ear.
"GET THE FUCK OFF! Who the HELL are you?!"
"Souichi?! What's happening?"
"Mori-"
"Give me the phone!" Morinaga froze at the second voice sounding through the speaker.
"Dad?" Static was the only answer as the line went dead. Morinaga's head immediately began filling with worst case scenarios as he listened to the white noise coming from the receiver. 'Oh, God, I've seen what Dad can do to a slave…Oh, God!' Morinaga was out of the school and running home before he could analyze the situation further.
….
The door to the basement flew open as Morinaga dashed in, his muscles locking up at the sight that met him. The sound of a whip cracking made him jump back to awareness. In the middle of the bed – the chain leading form both wrists to a ring on the ceiling – knelt Souichi. Blood was trickling form a wide collection of angry welts and cuts; his entire body seemed covered in them. The worst part, the thing that made Morinaga's breath hitch in his throat, was the limp way in which his body hung from the bonds. Head tucked into his chest – blood-splattered hair cascading across his front, hiding his face – Souichi showed absolutely no signs of life as the whip came down once again on his broken body. Morinaga heard his voice crack as he screeched at the man standing on the mattress in front of the lifeless frame, whip poised for another strike.
"DAD! STOP IT!" Jumping up on the bed, Morinaga ran to where his father stood, ripping the weapon out of his hand and receiving little resistance. With as much force as possible, he chucked the whip across the room and out of the sadist's reach. In a tone usually used to describe the weather, his father stated nonchalantly.
"I was about to stop anyway. It's no fun once they pass out." Crossing the distance to Souichi's unresponsive form, Morinaga watched in frozen horror as his father gripped the hidden face in one violent hand, wrenching his chin up to face his attacker.
"Hey! Wake up!" Slits of hazel exposed themselves as Souichi regained semi-consciousness.
"If you ever put a mark on my son again that isn't a hickey, you'll find out what it really means to be trained by Morinaga Hito." A small river of blood escaping his mouth, Souichi attempted speech, the result being a few strangled, croaking words.
"I…Will….k…kill you." Morinaga gaped in wonder at the incredibly strong boy kneeling in a pool of his own blood. 'He managed to keep his will…through all of that…' Sneering snidely, Hito answered.
"You're stubborn, I'll give you that. But it's pitiful that someone who can remain silent when his finger is broken squeals like a girl when something is rammed up his ass." Reaching around the battered body, Hito started moving his hand around in circles, receiving muffled screams of pain from Souichi as what was invading him was rotated and thrust deeper. His father was sent flying off the bed as Morinaga's full weight rammed into him. Murder in his voice, he whispered plainly and with a calm that scared even himself.
"Get. Out." Seeing his son's malicious intent, Hito made his way to the staircase door, saying lightly over his shoulder.
"Alright, but you'll thank me for this later when that whelp succumbs to your every whim. You won't be getting any resistance out of him anymore." Morinaga knew that if he thought about those words enough to formulate a response that he would end up killing his father, so he instead chose to silently glare. Just as the door clicked closed, Souichi yelled at the top of his strained voice.
"Next time it'll be my foot rammed up your ass!" A chuckle could be heard as footsteps ascended the stairs.
The threat gone and brave face no longer needed, Morinaga turned just in time to see Souichi collapse again. Rushing to the middle of the bed, he panicked completely, his mind drawing a blank as to what his next move should be.
"Oh God, oh God, Souichi! This isn't happening…This isn't ha…S-So much blood!" As he rambled, Morinaga noticed Souichi's body convulsing and twitching, a moan escaping his shaking form every few seconds. Reaching up, Morinaga unlocked the cuffs with trembling hands, the key missing its target a few times in his rush. Finally released, Souichi collapsed onto his knees and elbows, his ass oddly in the air; his breath releasing in frantic pants.
"…..off…." Morinaga leaned closer, attempting to pick up the mumbled words.
"What?"
"OFF! TURN IT OFF! GET THIS THING OUT OF ME! NOW!" Souichi's hoarse scream echoed around the room and Morinaga flinched at the sudden outburst. Suddenly the twitching limbs and odd moans made sense as the information clicked in the panicking boy's mind. 'I thought he had been shaking from exhaustion and fear, but I guess it's this…' At Morinaga's inactivity, Souichi raised a trembling arm to his back, bringing to Morinaga's attention the finger bending at a sickeningly wrong angle, and of course he was unable to even wrap his hand around the plastic inside him. Moving to his back, Morinaga said, calmer than before but still shaky and frantic.
"It's okay. I'll get it out." Lowering his arm to support himself again, a chocked cry escaped the frenzy of matted hair at eh head of the trembling body.
"Hu-Hurry!" Just by looking at the size of the base sticking out, Morinaga could tell this was one of the largest toys that had been in the bottom drawer, the switch set to full power and vibrations wracking through its large form. Quickly turning it off, Morinaga saw Souichi's body instantly relax; the muscles that had been held taunt for so long finally being allowed to rest. Souichi's head began to lower to the bed and Morinaga quickly spoke, afraid he may lose consciousness again.
"Wait, stay with me, we still have to get it out." One hand resting on the raised hip, Morinaga's other hand clasped the round cylinder firmly.
"We're gonna take this as slowly as possible, try to relax."
"Just yank it out!" Souichi gasped as Morinaga pulled it out an inch and stopped to allow the once again trembling boy a chance to recover.
"Do you want to injure yourself more than you already are? Just concentrate on relaxing your muscles. I promise that will make it easier…I'm going to pull again." The next few minutes were filled with blood and pained cries as Morinaga, ever so slowly, eased the large hunk of plastic out of its abused and ripped sheath. When the tip finally exited, Souichi collapsed onto the mattress, unconsciousness overtaking him at last. Blood leaked out of the red and swollen hole in shockingly copious quantities, the dildo itself completely covered in the crimson syrup-consistency liquid. Wasting no more time, Morinaga whipped out his phone, finding the contact he was looking for and hastily pressing send. He started speaking as soon as he heard the receiver pick up.
"Hiroto! Get down to room B27 now! And bring all of your supplies." Cutting off the medic's questions by shutting the phone, Morinaga scooped Souichi's limp and bleeding body into his arms, walking as quickly as he could into the bathroom. Setting his burden on the closed toilet seat, Morinaga kept a firm hold on the slouched shoulders, holding the limp form in a sitting position.
"Souichi, Souichi! Wake up…please…Someone who can help is on the way, just stay with me!" Half-closed eyes struggled to focus as Souichi fought to stay awake. Looking down at his beaten and bleeding body, he muttered groggily.
"Both…Both cuffs…are off…" Morinaga was just grateful he could speak, even if the topic was strange. Attempting to smile, Morinaga heard the fake optimism in his words and hoped it sounded more sincere to his broken pet.
"I really don't think there's a chance of you getting away in your condition…but don't worry, you'll be making escape attempts before the week is out." Morinaga thought he heard a humorless bark of laughter, but could not be sure as it transformed into a series of gurgling coughs. Crimson splatters appeared on Morinaga's shirt as well as the tile floor beneath them as it flew from Souichi's mouth. An overwhelming sense of helplessness plowed into Morinaga as he attempted to support the rattling frame in front of him. Slipping off the toilet seat, Souichi felt warm arms wrap around him; pulling him forward and into a gentle embrace. Leaning back against the wall, Morinaga gathered Souichi into his lap, hugging the still-coughing boy tightly against him. As his fit slowly calmed, Souichi could hear through the pain coursing through his body a question being asked over and over from the boy holding him.
"What do I do? Oh God, what do I do?"
"Well, I would start with, oh I don't know, stopping the bleeding?" Morinaga's head snapped up to face the new arrival standing in the doorway, relief written all over his face.
"Hiroto!"