Hello Little Plaything
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WARNING: Rated M. Contains mature themes such as suspense, kidnapping, danger, abuse, violence and sexual themes. 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 Four
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Remind me how I got in this situation again? Ryou thought, sighing and groaning. He slowly let his eyes close from exhaustion. He could still feel the lingering aftershocks of an orgasm that had been far too painful to really feel good. But then, that's what he got for telling a bloody madman to "just do it".
Melvin had been delighted with that. Of course he had. He didn't give Ryou any preparation whatsoever, just shoved himself right in and started thrusting.
It hurt. Ryou practically screamed, even if his throat didn't allow him to make very coherent sounds. Crying out in pain over and over, he'd grappled and struggled and scratched and….
…and clung to him and kissed his neck and arched against him as he kept hitting that spot the ice had tormented before, succumbing fully as Melvin burned him from the inside out with his heat.
He was embarrassed just thinking about it, groaning once more as the images flashed behind his eyes. Every time he had gotten close, and he almost reached that sweet release of climax, Melvin had stopped moving and pulled out, leaving him empty and reaching down to grip his aching length in his hand, preventing him from coming. It had been one of the most horrible feelings he had ever experienced, and he knew that if his voice was not damaged, he would have absolutely been begging to be allowed to finish.
In the end, Melvin had ridden him for nearly four hours before he finally, finally allowed him to finish. That pain and relief was overwhelming, and he was still recovering from the tremors.
I'm in pain. Ugh… my hips. Bloody wanker. Smug bastard. Should punch his face in for that…
Melvin had finished only after Ryou had, and only when his pained screams of pleasure clawed their way out of his throat. Now, the madman was unconscious, lying on top of Ryou's body. That meant he was trapped and couldn't get out from under him.
At least not when I'm this shacked... Ryou wiped sweat from his forehead, dropping his hand and resting it on the crazy tufts of blonde hair on Melvin's head. He's a lot less intimidating when he's asleep, he thought. This would be the perfect time to slip away. Bugger.
The problem was that while this would indeed be a perfect time to slip away, he too was so exhausted that he couldn't do anything except lie under Melvin's body, groan and twitch with the receding waves of climax, and slowly drift off to sleep. It frustrated him. But what else could he do?
He wouldn't be moving well at all after this, he knew that much for sure. Bloody maniac and his monster dick...
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He woke up abruptly, from the horrible sensations of having a live taser shoved into his gut. Gasping and choking, Ryou's eyes snapped open, and he writhed on the bed as the currents of electricity coursed through his body.
Then it was over, and Melvin was kneeling next to him, laughing.
"B-bloody..." Ryou coughed and convulsed with the aftershocks, only vaguely aware that he could at least talk a little easier now. Bloody bastard, what the hell?
"Time to wake up, sleeping beauty," Melvin grinned down in his face. "You were taking too long again."
"Whose..." He coughed again. "...fault is... that?"
"Oh look, your voice is coming back. How fun for you. And me." He leaned over him, grabbing the side of his head and stroking his cheek with his thumb. "I get to hear your screams."
"Melvin," Ryou groaned. He shifted uncomfortably, hating that he was still naked, and Melvin was not. When had the wanker got dressed anyway? Bugger him for getting dressed and leaving Ryou freezing. Well, not freezing... "Haven't you had your fun already?" he asked unhappily. "When can I go?"
"Still trying to ditch me. I'm hurt, Cecelia. Truly hurt."
"No, I hurt, you wanker!" Ryou moved his hand to his stomach, glaring indignantly. His stomach was sore from being jabbed with the taser, but beside that, his whole body ached with pain and soreness. And he was pretty sure that if he tried to stand up, his legs would give out from under him.
"That was the point." Melvin sighed, looking at him as though he was truly disappointed. "What fun is pleasure if there isn't a little pain," he asked, still stroking his cheek, but getting harsher and more abrasive in his motions. It was like he really enjoyed doing that.
"A little pain?" Ryou glared daggers, shivering. "Do you have any idea how I feel right now? You bloody near drove me insane-literally insane!-last night when you wouldn't even let me come! Do you have any idea how that felt?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Melvin's eyes, and he peered down at Ryou curiously. No malice, no mischief, just... curiosity. "I did the same thing to me," he scowled, pouting. "Every time I stopped you, I stopped myself."
Ryou blinked. "What?"
"I thought it felt good," he pouted more, dragging his hand down Ryou's body and rubbing his stomach as though he was a dog rather than a person. It felt degrading, except that there wasn't anything degrading in the madman's expression. It was more like he was trying to be nice.
"How was that supposed to feel nice in any way?" Ryou sighed. He wanted to be annoyed with the rubbing, but he found himself relaxing instead. It feels kind of good, the taser spot hurts less...
"Oh come now, Cecelia," Melvin growled. He rubbed harder, not purposefully, but his movements matched his mood. "Didn't you like being brought up to the edge over and over?"
"No."
"Feeling curbed off at the last minute so you could feel that burning heat rising again?"
"No."
"And then when we finally couldn't stand it anymore," he leaned over, licking Ryou's ear with his tongue, "didn't it feel so good to finally be allowed to come?"
"Nnn...n-no...t..." he squirmed slightly, head pulling to the side away from his tongue as he tried to remember what he was saying.
"I've never felt such a strong orgasm before," Melvin purred. "I can still feel it. Like pins and needles in my skin." He pressed down hard on Ryou's stomach, biting his ear at the same time.
"A-ah!" Ryou gasped, his face flushed, and he squirmed under Melvin's hand.
"Are you sure didn't like it? Even a little?" the madman pouted, breathing his two-toned voice in Ryou's ear.
It's... I don't... was it? I mean maybe I did... Ryou chewed his lower lip and groaned in defeat. "M-maybe. A little."
Grinning triumphantly, Melvin pulled away, standing and walking over to his fridge. He cackled to himself in delight, thoroughly pleased. "Of course you did," he declared proudly. "I was very nice to you. You should thank me."
Ryou rolled over onto his stomach, slowly getting up to his hands and knees. "Like hell I will," he mumbled under his breath. Thank him? For kidnapping him and threatening to kill him? For forcing him to give in to sex? To waking him up with a taser in the gut? "You have a messed idea of being nice," he called, managing to sit himself up so he was sitting on his legs in a low kneel. My back... my hips... bugger this hurts...
"What do you expect?" Melvin snorted. He came back, holding out an opened beer.
Ryou stared at it, glanced at Melvin to see if he was serious, and then took it. Hell, I'm not saying no to beer in this situation! He tilted his head back and took a healthy swig.
"WAHAHAHA! Little Cecelia knows how to drink," Melvin laughed, opening his own bottle of beer with his teeth and chugging half of it down. He took a set in front of the bed, eyeing Ryou with a delighted grin. "I'm looking forward to day number two," he said.
Ryou took another long gulp, and wiped his mouth with a tired sigh. "And I'm looking forward to leaving," he said honestly.
"It's never going to happen," Melvin's smirk widened.
"It is," Ryou argued. "Because you're going to let me go."
"And why would I do that?" he raised an eyebrow, the sennen eye on his head wrinkling from the gesture.
"Because we're going to play a game, and if I win, you have to let me go. And if you win, I have to stay forever." He shrugged, coming up with it on the fly and simply going for it. He really had no other ideas, but it sounded like Melvin was bored so a game might be the best way to bait him. And the stakes were high.
"You know, that's really more in my favor than yours," the madman pointed out, drinking almost all the beer left in his bottle. "If you win, sure I let you go, but I can always take you back again."
Ryou glared at him sharply. Sore loser, is what that comment means. I need to play this carefully.
"And what if I say yes? What's the game?"
Something I can win... "How about Monster World?" It was the only thing he could think of spur of the moment.
Melvin scowled unhappily, finished off his beer, and tossed the bottle against the far wall where it shattered. The bits of glass rolled in front of the elevator. "That's no good," he snarled. "Not only is it boring as fuck, we don't even have any of the things."
"It's not..." Ryou huffed. "Well what about..."
"I think I get to pick the game, since you picked the terms," Melvin grinned, his teeth glinting razor sharp. He leaned forward, watching Ryou like a tiger watches its prey before it leaps in for the kill.
Swallowing, Ryou lifted his beer to his mouth, and slowly drained the bottle. Stomach tight with dread and resignation, he followed Melvin's example, throwing the bottle and smashing it against the far wall.
Melvin's grin widened considerably. "Well?" he breathed, eyes glinting with approval and interest.
Ryou grimaced, staring at him in determination. "Deal," he said. His stomach tightened into knots of dread.
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To be continued...
