Title: Dept.
Summary: Tristan is a prisoner of Doflamingo. He finds that his possessive owner has a bit more of a kick then he thought. And he is having the most trouble avoiding the hungry glare of the men on board...
Rating: +18
Warning: in the beginning there is a lot of a S&M torture… I wanted to try my hand on this type of sex. And as for the other things, well most of it is forced sex, a bit of cursing and the darling dirty mouth of Tristan...
Authors note: weeeeeeell… I don't even know. I feel like I take too long with this shit… but I will excuse myself, I'm just sitting at home feeding my masochistic imagination by torturing my character… though this isn't really torture if he likes it… oh well, I guess we'll see…
Tristan hung from the ceiling again, this was the third time since he got there. His head was spinning do to the lack nutrition's. And then of course the drug…
Doflamingo had been very careful to spring for a new doze of the aphrodisiac every time he came into this room. Making him breath heavily and feel the disgusting pleasure every time that whip slashed his skin, every time the larger man amused himself with his body then almost every time then he was the one to cum first, earning pats on the head and a dark chuckle from the larger man.
"I just want you to answer me…" the deep voice sounded so care free and laid back. This time the large man stood in front of him, it was funny because he was, in fact, gagged and therefore the only noise that came out of his mouth was a muffled cry of pain which only made the larger man more exited…
He was expecting some sort of sign for obedience, no doupt…
Though he hadn't gone 'inside' again since the first night, he did fuck him with other things. There was not much that Tristan could think of that Doflamingo had not done to him the last few days. And the amount of toys and props that he had simply showed that he had done this many, many times before. A very disgusting hobby.
This was his fourth night… and Tristan was finding his lack of sleep was disturbing. Did he not need to sleep anymore, or was there adrenalin in the drug too…?
"You sure are persistent…" Doflamingo said in a dark tone…he played with a leather crop in his fingers. Running it up and down his body, teasing the skin and irritating him. Sliding it up and down his still hard cock… almost bringing him to cum…
"It's always more fun when you fight it" he came in close to his face. "The look on your face when you try not to moan out, then when you do the adorable look of humiliation in your eyes…." Tristan looked away from the aquamarine eyes, burying his way into his soul.
Doflamingo smiled, suddenly he headed for attack. A tongue attacked the smaller man neck, sliding up and down and sucking hard on his skin forming red and blue spots on various places. And Tristan had no choice but to accept it. His head was forced back and hair was torn for his master to get a better angle.
He screamed into the gag when the larger man flicked his nibble clip. He did it hard to get the best noises out f him. Muffled cries and shouting into the gag. Tears fell down from the gray eyes, pain and confusion shun from them.
"You begging me for attention now, such a naughty body…" he let air light fingers brush over it and the and almost came. He let a finger brush over the tip of his cock. Up till now then Doflamingo hadn't given the smaller frame a chance to cum… he had prevented the boy's satisfaction every time.
Doflamingo grinned suddenly; he wanted to mess him up more. Make him cry more; scream out in pain and pleasure. A hand slid down on the younger man's cock. Dripping white and a vain throbbing painfully.
"Do you want to cum?" he asked smugly…
No response…
Tristan's hair was grasped and his head was pulled up roughly. "Do you not want to? That's a shame, then you must just want to wait a bit longer…" the grin could not get larger. It scared Tristan to his very core.
The dark room was only lit by a single candle, so the shadows on his new masters face made him look like demon— How they were supposed to look like, his was the true face of evil…
Although, the light lit up Tristan's face as well, the flicker of light that came from the candle shun on Tristan's face too, not giving him shadows but illuminating his face with a warm glow. He had a little red ugly mark on his face, where Doflamingo had brought the leather crop down once. It didn't bleed; the blond didn't want to damage him too much. But it was just too much fun to see him cry…
The younger male had long hair that reached down to his lower back. And with a thin frame and a tight body then every little thing about him was too irresistible to Doflamingo.
So he kept on 'punishing' him. Disabling was the key to a docile pet. And he was enjoying this as much as he could.
"Now if you want to cum, all you have to do is ask… I'll be more than happy to oblige, but you have to beg…" Doflamingo said and remove the gag. Tristan opened up and felt that his mouth was free, breathed again threw his mouth. "What do you say?"
"Please…let me—"the blond grasped around his face and lifted it up.
"Wrong… don't tell me I have to start the training all over again?" He came in close to him and pressed his lips up to his ear… "You know what you call me, or do I need to remind you?" he slid the leather crop up his inner thigh, lightly slapping it on the sensitive skin.
"… Please… release me…" his voice was rasp and dry, his mouth was saying the words to please Doflamingo… "…m-master…"
It was only a whisper… but it was enough…
He was dropped on the ground, landing first on his feet but dropped down on his knees soon enough.
"Is that all…" it didn't sound like a question; a sneaky little smirk appeared on Tristan's face for some reason. He found no pleasure in this, but when the larger man thought that he had total dominion over him, he found it amusing…
"Show me who your master is…" Doflamingo shoved is foot into Tristan's face "you know how…"
Indeed Tristan knew... carefully then he let his tongue slide over his instep, thankfully then he was barefoot… he lapped up dust and dirt that had gathered on his foot, obediently licking it all up…
Though Tristan didn't stop. His tongue continued to lick up to his ankles. Suddenly Doflamingo let out a hiss, and bent down to the boy.
"Get on all fours…"
With lazy movements and practically dead arms then Tristan did as he was told and moved into the position that his master liked.
"That's it…" Tristan felt him tower over him and rub against him, still clothed. Hands started to run all over his body, searching for the spots on his body that made him gasp. Tristan thought that pointless. If he wanted him to moan out and scream with ecstasy he shouldn't have kidnapped him and forced him into disgusting sex…
But it was done, and now he had bite marks on places that one would never want to be bitten…
"Yessss~~" the man over him moaned as he unzipped his front, letting his thick rod free. "I have prepared you well haven't i?" he thrust the tip into his pouting hole. "Bite on to this; I won't hold anything back." Doflamingo shoved a thumb into the boys wide open mouth.
Tristan bit down hard when the thick device was thrust in without mercy… tight almost immediately then his muscles went into spasm and he shouted out.
White spilled over the floor.
"That was quick wasn't it?" the larger man moaned into Tristan's ear. The suddenly exhausted boy only let out a soft whimper.
"Damn you…" the rasp whisper was let out, and the silvery voice sent shivers down the larger mans back.
Doflamingo laughed darkly and pulled out then thrust back in. slowly at first then picking up the pace and thrusting in harder. Tristan shouted out and bit down on Doflamingo's thumb hard…
Soon enough then his master started going faster, slamming in without mercy. Animal like grunts and words were whispered into Tristan's ear. It was done… Doflamingo was satisfied, and he was cleaning himself up.
"Well boy… I have to say, with a bit more training you could be worth the effort," he wiped sweat off his fore head while zipping himself up again.
Suddenly then the boy looked up.
Grey met blue…
Sudden bolt of lightning shot down into Doflamingo's mind. As he looked into the silvery depths below him he saw the pain and disturbance, but there was no hate… in almost every occasion then his 'victims' glared at him with the burning hatred of a thousand flames. But this one didn't have that… he didn't hate…
He bent down t the boy, sitting on the floor and leaning his head against the cold damp wooden wall…
Doflamingo slid a hand up his chest and softly caressed his nibble under his thumb…
"Do you not fear me?" He asked. Slowly then he leaned in close to the smaller frame
"…i…" the young man took his sweet time answering, and he should, if you would say the wrong word then Doflamingo needed to discipline him more. "… I don't feel afraid... I did… but I don't feel anything anymore…"
"Nothing?" the larger man asked. But it was more like he was simply quenching his own curiosity over the new type of ice-cream flavor…
"No pain… no sadness… though the fear... I know what it is still, I remember how to be afraid but I'm not… the fear is gone, the pain is gone but the memory remains… "
"That's almost poetic…" the blond grinned ear to ear.
"Yeah I'm filled with little things like that…" he took a short moment, "though it don't really know where they come from…"
"I like it…"
"Damn…"
Doflamingo chuckled a bit and grasped at his chin. "How is it that every time you open that mouth you make me want to do things to you that should never be done to human beings…"
"Is that what I am now…? I did not realize that I had the rights of a human still…"
Doflamingo pulled him up and made his new toy sit in his lap. Each leg on one side of his hips, Doflamingo started to run his fingers up and down his spine. Slowly then he licked his little pet all over and kissed his ears.
"Every once in a while then you do…" he hooked a finger under his chin and locked lips with him; originally soft, delicate lips were now dry and rugged. He would fix that later…
Slowly then he kissed the kid, grasping around his head and bringing ferociousness into the lip-locking. Suddenly the boy started to squirm, needs air,
For a brief moment then he parted the lips and lisened to the boy clutch to all the bits of air he could manage.
A lightning bolted down inside Doflamingo's head, for the second time that he felt the electricity go of when he heard the boy breath…
That would not due!
Suddenly fingers started pocking Tristan's hole. He bolted up out of pain, shouting and pushing away. Doflamingo grasped him and pressed him up against the wall. Spreading his checks and darting his tongue to the hole.
Tristan screamed out in pain and pleasure, he had never thought this would feel good to have his asshole licked like this, but the ferociousness and anger in it was so much that it didn't feel good for long.
"Only every once in a while…" he said, voice like stone, cold and harsh.
Tristan regretted greatly having realaxed in the arm's of this monster.
After the disciplining was done for the day then Tristan was left alone on the dark room…
"I'll be back tomorrow." He had said and smacked his ass; he had gone out laughing…
Tristan had finally shut down his emotions… there was no feeling any more… nothing to laugh about or be sad about, now that he had lost his memory there was not much more that could happen to him; but here it was…
Doflamingo usually took of his leash when he came into the room… the putting it back on when he left… no need though, there was nowhere he could go… Tristan had just assumed that he did it to intimidate him…
This was cell… a dark room with no windows, a bed and a table. In the corner then a toilet was placed. A prison cell…
How fitting…
He closed his eyes and pulled his legs up to himself. Curled up like a shell as he tried to sleep… tired from the drug use and abuse. Not to menthion his lower half felt horrible. But concidering the things that were being done to him then this was sort of a given.
He sighed and wished that things were different. He wished that he had never woken up…for that moment than he wished that he had died in the swamp. He wished that Sengoku had never found him, and never had been brought to life by those people… he wished than they had just never found him and he would be forgotten. It was better than not remembering any one and living.
"What a horrible fate…" he mumbled to himself.
You must!
It was the voices again, the always seemed to come at the most inconvenient times.
You must! You must say, this is meant to be!
'How can that be? How could a man, no not man, a person stay willingly with that man? The likes of him disgust me.'
With that the voices left. So in quiet he spent the night. Alone and abandoned, that is until his new 'master' felt like having a little rock-in-the-sack with the new sex slave.