Joey's head swam, he was dizzy. As he tried to put his hand on his head he realized that his hands were tied behind his back.

He was still tied to the chair. There was blood running from his nose.

He tried hard to remember what happened. He'd headbutted Yami. Why? His thoughts were foggy, but he could remember Yami had broken in and tied him up then raped Yugi in front of him. All of that was a dream? Yami never touched Serenity? And they never left the apartment? Oh no, where were they?

Joey whipped his eyes around trying to find them, but he didn't have to look far.

Yami had his pants undone and was forcing Yugi's head onto his cock as hard as he could causing horrific gagging sounds to come from the smaller man.

Yami eyed Joey. He tangled his fingers in Yugi's hair and tugged hard. Yugi pulled away and Joey saw that tears ran down his face, his hands were tied behind his back and his left eye was swollen shut.

"Please," He gasped, "Please, no more. I can't-"

"Look, Joey's awake. Let's have some fun."

"Get off of him." Joey said

"Oh, don't act so high and mighty. I'm just doing what you wish you could've done."

"Please, please," Yugi sobbed, "Please don't hurt me anymore."

Yami let go of Yugi's hair causing him to fall to the floor in a bruised and bloody pile. Yami cocked his head to the side.

"Okay, new game."

He stepped over Yugi and reached for Joey, ripping him out of the chair and onto the floor face down. Joey tried to get away but his ankles were duct taped together.

"No, no don't, I can't-"

Yami grabbed a fist full of Joey's hair and dragged him over to where Yugi lay.

"Look at him," Yami cooed, "The sweet little angel I ripped the wings off of."

Joey wiggled forward and pressed his forehead against the smaller man's.

"Please wake up," Joey whispered, "We're gonna be okay."

"Oh promises promises."

Yami yanked Joey's hair hard and forced Joey to look at him, he had a pair of scissors in his hand. Yami began to cut off Joey's pajama pants.

"No, no, no, don't. Please."

"You know what a sad person you truly are? You were his original abuser and he never gave up on you, made you his best friend, saved you anytime you got in trouble, always there for you, always saving you, always forgiving. And you couldn't save him. The one time he needed you more than anything and you let him get abused again." Yami finished cutting and pulled the blonde's clothes off leaving Joey exposed.

"I-I didn't," Joey cried, "I would've-"

"But you didn't."

Yami got behind Joey and grasped him firmly by the hips. Joey buried his head into the carpet and sobbed as he felt Yami's cock rub against his anus.

"Please don't, I'm-Pleeease," Joey took a deep shaky breath, "Wait, just wait a minute, please. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Please don't, don't, don't, don't..."

Joey kept repeating the word like a prayer. Yami grinned sadistically and slipped a finger inside the crying man. Joey gasped.

"No... Oh my god, no, no, no, no..."

Yami wiggled his finger, "Hmm, I think there's still room in there."

He laughed and pushed another finger inside Joey's hole, and then a third, moving them around and laughing at Joey's discomfort.

Joey whispered, "Please, please mo more... no more. You can't please..."

"Can't?" Yami giggled, "Oh, I can't? Who do you think is in control right now? Cause it's not you."

"oh god, oh god, oh god... Have mercy."

Yami smiled wide, "No."

He fixed himself between Joey's legs and placed the tip of his cock at the blonde's tight hole.

"Ready?"