Chapter 14

Pain. The only thing Billy had been able to feel in the weeks that had preceded his capture was pain. It was not a feeling that had ever been foreign to the boy. Growing up, his grandfather had always made sure that the boy knew it better then any other, both mentally and physically. The king had constantly subjugated the boy to torture, to abuse and mistreatment in hopes it would teach Billy how to be a true ruler... A true king... Or at least that was what had told Billy all of those years.
Where the prince stood now, beaten and naked chained up as a plaything in Daken's living quarters, it seemed that had never once cared for Billy's future, never once cared if the boy would rule after him. No, now it seemed clear that all those years of torture and abuse had not build William up to power but tore him down into an obedient slave.
They idea tang haunt Billy the most was not all of the time he wasted or all of the years he had be subjugated to such atrocities but that he allowed each lash, each incision to happen. It digested the boy that he had been gullible enough to believe the tyrant all of those years, that he had allowed himself to feel in hopes that Magnus's promises were true. Billy could have used his powers at any point to numb the pain, to take away the situation entirely. But something had always held him back. The pain, while excruciating, was true, it was a feeling, it was real. If Billy had stopped all of those years of torture and pain in one single thought then how would he have ever known what was true again? So he let each stab cut him, each lash scar him and he had never once taken away from the pain, not even slightly, because it was real.
But now Billy wished nothing more then to alter his reality, to escape this sick prison of Magnus's making, to bring back captain marvel... Teddy. William wanted nothing more then to make it all end once and for all, to erase his sick, tyrannical grandfather out of existence, to make it so none of this had ever happened. But those dreams would go unanswered and unheard as long as he stood in that god-forsaken room.
Time had escaped the boy what felt like weeks ago as Daken kept him chained to the wall in an up right position each day and night. During the days, Daken would leave the boy alone in the blackened room, a gag stuffed tightly into his mouth, keeping Billy from calling out for any kind of help. Though this task seemed unnecessary to the boy. If the staff had not heard his whales of pain in the night how on earth would they be able to hear his screams of help during the day? Perhaps the gag was not for practical use but yet another attempt at humiliation by his captor who took great pride in the subject.
But as Daken slashed the boy in the nights, tearing away flesh and bones, he would never accomplish what he had wanted to. He would never break the boy more then he had already been broken by his grandfather. He would never humiliate the boy more then he had already humiliated himself. The torture Daken put him through would never amount to the pain Billy felt each time the beast left him alone to rot and think in the pitch black room. Leaving the boy to ponder his mistakes, his grievances, his embarrassments. Every minute of the time Billy would blame himself, not for his predicament but for Teddy's. His heart would ache for his husband, wondering if he had not married teddy so rashly, if he had not obeyed his king so adamantly seeking his approval, then maybe none of this would have happened and Dorrek would be living happily with his father.
It took what felt like days but eventually Williams new master returned, opening the door to his room and letting the bright florescent lighting of the castles halls flood into the room, illuminating every vivid detail of the room. After weeks of discipline and sadism, Billy's body was covered with the stains of dried blood and countless scars that lined the boys chest and back. Each seemed insignificant and small, all but one. On Billy's right pec, a large letter had been carved into his flesh, a capital D signifying who the boy belonged to. Out of every scar William had every received, that was the one of which he was most ashamed of.
Daken took a moment to admire his handy work as he stood in the doorway, leaning on its frame. Billy wished to stare his captor head on, proving himself not to be a coward but after weeks in captivity, surrounded by darkness, the boys eyes could not stand the bright light of the hall and was forced to look away. Dakens face brightened at Billy's watering eyes and he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. The once great prince was broken. It mattered not to Daken whether this had been his or Magnus's doing. Just the sight of the princes tears brought a sense of pride and accomplishment to the monster. It was all he had wanted since the first day he had laid eyes on William and now it was finally a reality. The prince was his and no one could take him away.
"Honey I'm home," Daken said snakily. Slowly, he unbuttoned the shirt to his uniform and removed it, revealing the toned tattooed chest it had concealed. This act had become a ritual for the man long before Billy had come into the picture. It seemed suitable to Billy that a man as feral as Daken would enjoy a life without clothing. Daken then walked up to his prize, removing the ball gag from the princes mouth to once again enable his speech. "So are we ready for some stress relieving or do I need to teach you another lesson, baby?"
Billy rolled his eyes at the remark. "Sorry Daken, I don't have sex with dogs. It's immoral," Billy retorted punctuating his sentence with a was of spit in Daken's direction. The liquid landed on the mans cheek prompting an angry growl as he wiped it off.
"Fine," Daken said as he picked up an instrument of torture off of the floor. "I get off either way kid. I was just trying to help you out."
"I don't need your help." Billy stated firmly. "I don't need anyone's help."
"Sure you don't." Daken then pulled on Billy's collar, bringing their faces closer together. "I suppose this was all apart of your little plan. Get married, get the father in law killed, become my bitch. Nice going. Do you know how long you've been at this Billy? Two weeks. No ones coming. Your family never fucking cared kid. You're never getting outta this. The way I see it, you got two options, be my toy or be my lover. Either way, you're never seeing space boy again. So I'll ask again: are you gonna get that perfectly shaven ass of yours in bed or not?"
Billy glared at Daken for a moment and then in one swift motion, lifted his leg up and smashed it into Daken's crotch. "Bite me."
"That can be arranged," Daken snarled out through gritted teeth. He then took the switch in hand and raised it high over his head, ready to strike done on the boy with as much force as he could possibly muster up. Done his hand came, striking across the boys chest, tearing the skin in the process. Billy winced and gritted his tear as he desperately trying to hold back his screams. Again and again the switch came down, each time seeming harder then the last, each lash cutting deeper into the boys already damaged skin. Never once in these lashes did Billy scream, never once had the boy shown pain or mercy, never once had he given Daken his satisfaction. He just stood, cringing at the stinging pain the monster had inflicted.
Daken grunted, throwing the switch down in a fit of rage, seeing that it had little effect on the boy. The man popped out his mutated ebony colored bone claws and swiftly jabbed them into the boys shoulder. Unable to contain himself any longer, Billy let out a whale of utter pain and agony. Daken grinned sinisterly. He let the claws sit for a moment, twisting them slowly as his body filled with the ecstasy of the boys pain. It fueled the man, filled him with a sense of purpose, of happiness, of being complete. In his own sick way he had always loved Billy and now the prince was all his, his to do whatever he wanted to with. Daken had always held out hope that Billy would give up. That one day he would learn to love Daken, to love the pain. It had taken longer then expected but it mattered not to the beast. He had time to teach the boy.
After a moment Daken pulled out his claws, letting the blood stained bones enter his mouth, sucking each one clean before the prince. Then he walked up closer to his toy, letting his body press up against the other mans. Daken then grabbed onto Williams jawline, holding it up firmly to face him. It had seemed funny to the sadist. All of this time he had regarded William as a boy, a naive, stupid, innocent boy. But through the week, through the marriage, he had become so much more. So strong, so willful, so resilient. He was a man. This fact mattered not to Daken any more and in time it would come not to matter to William either. One day soon Billy would accept his true role as Daken's pet and then he would cease to be the man he is and become something far less.
"Kiss me." Daken ordered.
Billy tried to look away from the animal with a look of disdain on his face but Daken was relentless and his grip firm, holding the boys face to his.
"Kiss me," he ordered once more.
"No."
"Why?"
"I have standards."
Daken glared angrily at hearing this reaction and dug his claws back into the holes they had created before.
"Why?"
"I... I..." Billy stammered out through the pain.
"Kiss me and I'll stop."
"N... N..."
"Do it!"
"F... Uck. Y...y... Ou."
Daken dug the claws in deeper prompting a scream from the man.
"Kiss me!" Daken commanded once more.
"Yo, he said no," a voice from behind said firmly. Quickly, Daken turned to face the intruder and lay his eyes on the being full with enough hubris to speak to him in such a way. There before him stood Thomas Maximoff, the twin brother of Billy. Daken growled upon the sight of the boy, removing his claws from Billy's shoulder and assuming an attack stance, ready to strike the man before him if he made a wrong move.
"Nice place you got here Daken. Little on the bondage side but if that's what you're into..."
"What do you want Maximoff?"
"You mean prince Maximoff I assume and I'm here for my brother."
"Your brother? I don't know where he is. All that's in here is you, me and my reward."
"Reward?" Tommy questioned confused. Unwilling to wait for a response from the primaries brute before him, Tommy sped past Daken to his brother who stood chained to the wall in an upright position. Billy smiled slightly at the sight of his brother but then quickly went limp once more under the pain.
Tommy had never seen his brother in such a state, so helpless and near his breaking point. Tommy placed his hands on his brothers bleeding chest. It was smooth and shaven. The only hair in sight was stubble that had just begun to grow.
"W... What have you done to him?!"
"You like it?" Daken asked with a smirk. "I'll guarantee you won't find a hair on any inch of that precious body and I mean ANY inch."
"Y... You..."
"I like my men smooth and broken. Tight helps too."
With that Tommy spun around, running up to his brothers captor at full speed and forcing the feral beast to the wall.
"YOU RAPED HIM!"
"Rape? No. Shaved some fun parts, touched, molested, but never raped."
"You're lying!"
"Nope. It's his choice to have sex with me. I told him that from the start. I promised I wouldn't stop the torture either way so we know he's not forced into it."
"I'll kill you."
"Ya you can't actually do that kid. I don't die. It's messy."
"I... I'll..."
"You'll what? Tell granddaddy? He gave me your brother. He made Billy my property, my slave. Face it kid, there's nothing you can do. Billy's going to stay here with me and you're gonna tuck that pretty little tail of yours between your legs and run. It's what you're best at isn't it?"
Tommy stood there a moment, his hands around Daken's neck, holding the captor to the wall. He wanted nothing more then to squeeze, squeeze until he saw the life drip from Daken's eyes and he would too but Daken's power made it so that he would always come back. Any attempt on the mans life was a waist. In the end, he would always get Billy back. It seemed to Tommy that there was only one choice left.
Slowly, he let go of his grip on Daken's neck, his gaze fixating on the mans rippling muscles as he breathed rapidly trying to regain his air.
"... I'll do it."
"Do what kid?"
"I'll take Billy's place. I'll have sex with you. I'll let you do this all to me so that he would have to go through it."
Daken stood there for a moment, pondering over the mans decision. Then he walked over to the night stand, picking up a collar and placing around Tommy's neck, nullifying his speed powers.
"N... NO! TOMMY STOP!" Billy cried out with every fiber of his being, desperately attempting to gain his brother s attention but it was no use. Tommy did not listen. He stood tall and proud, ready to save his brother just as his brother had done for him many times before.
"Take it off," Daken commanded.
Tommy complied, slowly stripping out of his skin tight uniform, revealing his tattoo underneath. It was so vibrant and beautiful, even seeming to glow in the darkness of the room. He had never told Billy where he had gotten the odd colorful pattern or why. It had just always been there, staining his left shoulder. Tommy then begun to take off his jock strap.
"Stop," Daken commanded. "You can leave that on."
Tommy stopped and looked back up at his master. Daken walked up slowly to the man until their body's were inches apart. Then in one foul motion, Daken through the man over onto the bed forcefully, holding Tommy down with one arm as he undid his pants with the other. Daken quickly removed what little clothing he still had on and was soon standing behind Tommy fully naked.
He did not ask permission before entering the man, beginning to thrust in and out of Tommy's opening. Each thrust was harder and more painful then the last. Tommy gritted his teeth firmly, trying desperately to be as strong as his brother had been during the week.
"S... Stop!" Billy called out as he looked away, the only indication of the coitus being Daken's grunts with each thrust. Neither of the men seemed to pay Billy's pleas much mind as they continue with no pause in their agreement.
A half hour seemed to pass of Tommy in the same position. The pain had more or less subsided by now or he was at least use to the dry friction of Daken's member. The beast let out a howl and ejected from Tommy, pulling the man up by his silver locks of hair and sitting him down in a proper position. Tommy said nothing but looked up to his new "owner" with a questioning look of what was to happen next.
Billy's pleas of Tommy's freedom had ceased long ago as he learned that neither of them cared about his opinion. Tommy had made his mind on what he wanted. In a way, Billy had felt grateful for his brothers sacrifice but deep down he knew it had been unnecessary. Daken was a dishonorable monster that cared not for the sacrifices of others. Tommy's deal would not be honored and Billy knew this.
In silence, Daken sat on Tommy's lap, stroking his large hands through the princes silver hair gently now as if making up for his brash behavior prior.
"Maybe I had it all wrong. Maybe I've been going for the wrong brother this entire time... Or maybe I got both of them right where I want them," he said with a sinister smirk.
"What?!" Tommy exclaimed.
"You and Billy. Y'know I didn't think of it before but what an amazing idea. Ain't it? Why have one brother when I could have both."
"But... But..."
"Oh come on Tommy. You know you loved what just happened and why on earth should I deprive Billy of that?"
"It was rape."
"It was consensual. You actually asked me for it."
"I..."
"Stop playing the victim Tommy. You had to know this was going to happen. After all I am the bad..." Daken was cut off instantly as an arrow cut through the air, landing straight into the Devils forehead, knocking him off of Tommy's lap and onto the floor.
"Holy shit. What happened to you two?" Kate asked, lowering her quiver as she entered the room.
"Kate... I said I'd handle it..." Tommy stand, looking away from the woman as she entered the room.
She smiled softly. "I know but... I love you stupid. I had to do something."
"C... Ute" Billy stammered out.
Kate turned to the man, shocked by his deathly appearance.
"Billy? Oh my god. What did he do to you?!" She cried out, rushing to the mans side. Quickly, Kate picked the locks on the shackles and Billy fell into her open arms. She then sat the prince up against a wall, unlocking the collar around his neck.
"I'm... Fine. I just... Tommy. Is Tommy...?"
The two turned to Tommy who stood uneasily in the opposite corner of the room holding onto his stomach tightly. He then, unable to contain it any longer, barfed onto the floor below.
"Oh my god."
"I'm fine," Tommy assured the two.
"What did he do to you?!" Kate demanded.
"I'm fine."
"You're bleeding."
Tommy looked down to the back of his leg where a trickle of blood had dried.
"He nicked me."
"Oh I nicked him. Nicked him good," Daken coughed out, ripping the arrow from his cranium. "Don't worry about him Katie, his ass is just sore because some of my seed is still in it."
Tommy looked away in shame.
"Awh tom tom, don't be like that. You're acting like we didn't just make the hottest love you've ever known."
"Tommy?" Kate asked.
Daken stood, walking over to Tommy. Once he got to the prince, he wrapped his arms around the mans neck, holding him like an old friend.
"Tell her Tommy. Tell her you loved it. Tell her you asked for it."
"Kate I... I just..."
"ENOUGH!" Billy screamed out. His eyes began to turn blue as they had before and his body erupted with a light aura of power as his body rose off of the ground. He then rose up his hand to Daken.
"Sit." Billy commanded, his voice different, metallic. It echoed throughout the room as he spoke, resonating in each wall. Immediately, the man squatted on the ground like an obedient dog.
Billy's body then began to lower until he was back onto the ground.
"What did you do to him?" Tommy questioned, squatting to Daken's level. There before him their captor looked back with wide, curious eyes. Daken then jumped onto Tommy, licking his face and panting wildly.
"He wanted to act like a dog? I made him one or at least he thinks he's one."
"Uuuuuhhhh cool?"
Billy whistled, calling his new pet off of his brother and to his side. He sensed an uneasy feeling in Tommy one that could only come from what Daken had just done to him, what Daken had taken from him. He wouldn't pry his brother for answers; Tommy would talk when he felt ready. Right now there was more on Billy's mind.
"We gotta find teddy."
"Your In no shape to...," Kate began as she tugged on Billy's arm, pulling him back.
"I'm fine. He needs me... Us. And we gotta find him Kate."
"We know..." Tommy stated. "And we know where to find the big guy."