Bakugo Katsumi woke up groggily on a stone-cold surface that wasn't comfortable at all. She heard thunder in the distance and opened her eyes, seeing that she was upright on a contraption of sorts, naked it seemed like. It was pitch-black in the room she was in, bound by her ankles and wrists; the roof was open to the sky, allowing her to see the stars/dark clouds. Katsumi was splayed out like that medical picture they show in school or something, the young woman tried to get out of her leather restraints, even trying to use her quirk to get out to no avail.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating her surroundings for the briefest of seconds. Bakugo was able to see she was not alone in the room, her childhood friend and his sex genie standing nearby next to the lightswitch. He flipped it on and the floodlights encircling her turned on, blinding her for a second before Midoriya turned down the intensity by manipulating the slider on the switch.

Izuku held up a camcorder-like device next to his mouth as he hellishly said in a modulated voice, "Hello, Kacchan. I want to play a game."

"The fuck?" Bakugo eloquently asked.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," he said in his normal tone of voice as he stowed the invention back into his NTC, it melting away into nanites. "Newest invention I made. It's a simple voice modulator that can mimic any voice I have a data file on," he explained as he approached his tied-up friend with a confidence unlike him. "We're in a circular room, far from anybody who can hear you, a clean dungeon of sorts that's half-exposed to the open air, a barely visible forcefield acting as a roof to the rain and thunder. This universe's Earth is a fucked up place, I can tell you that. But enough about that; you're probably wondering what you're doing here, aren't you?"

"Is this a dream or something?" Katsumi questioned as she relaxed against her restraints temporarily. "Yeah, this is a dream, one of my fantasies happening again."

"This is your chance, master!" Desiree spoke to Midoriya, being unheard from the other woman in the room. "Use this to your advantage and fuck that hoe!"

Midoriya gulped as he agreed with her assessment, "Yes, Kacchan, this is all a dream. But I'm in control, starting firstly: Desiree." With magic his sex genie snapped her fingers and a whole host of disciplinary tools, like a paddle board with holes in it and whips/a flogger, appeared next to the trio. The leather parts were dyed green, red, black, and gold, simply reflecting the light off themselves. "What should I do first, my dear?"

"Hmm. Trail your hand up and down her body, like you own it, master," the ghostly form of Desiree instructed, getting up close and personal to get a better look.

Midoriya used the tip of his right pointer finger to trail up from Bakugo's C-Cup breasts' areola and up to the bottom lip of her mouth, pulling on it lightly. Katsumi bit down on her lips and moaned wantonly, wanting to move her legs together to quell the unbearable heat between her legs.

"What else should I do?" the young man asked after he got his fill of touching his childhood friend.

"Now fondle her, manhandle your abuser, really get in there and move her nonexistent tits around," Desiree practically drooled out, wanting to touch the woman herself in lewd and perverse ways.

"'Abuser?' I didn't abuse him," Kacchan denied like a child.

Both the sex genie and Midoriya gave a deadpan look over to the latter's childhood bully. "You can't be serious," the ghost drawled out, looking miffed.

"Even though this is a dream," she began as if to reassure herself, "and I don't need to explain my magnificent self, I barely hurt him, roughhoused at most."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

That, surprisingly, came from Midoriya who looked very displeased. His normally cute and pleasant-looking face morphed into one of anger and injustice.

"You can't do what you did to me and not think of it as abuse!" he argued to her before saying, "Fuck it!" He grabbed a BDSM tool from the rack at random, which in his case was a flogger. He approached his childhood friend, who had fear and pleasure in her eyes, and walked behind her. "This is for burning me on the shoulder!"

He whacked her in the ass with the flogger, hard enough to leave a red mark. He moved in front of her to get a better angle of attack.

"This is for isolating me when I needed friends the most!"

He whacked her in her mid-section, knocking the wind out of her.

"This is for leaving me suicidal!"

This time he instead bitch-slapped her face with his non-dominant hand, swinging her head to the direction he struck her.

"Izuku…I'm so sorry!" she tearfully told him. "I never meant to abuse you! I thought you could handle it! I just wanted to protect you from all the perverts in the world!"

"Protect me? Protect me?! So every time you burned me, every time you stopped me from making a new friend, every time you made me suicidal, that was you 'protecting' me?" he hotly questioned with a look of despair on his face. His face hardened as he gripped the flogger more tightly as with his free hand he suckerpunched her in the face, hard enough to make her spit up blood. "Don't lie to me, Kacchan! You did it out of sick, perverse pleasure, didn't you?!" he accused, his knuckles bloodied and broken before instantly repairing itself due to the effects of Extremis in a glow of hot orange-red light.

"I'm sorry! I admit it! I did enjoy hurting you, but I always made sure not to rough you up too much!"

"Too much? Too much?! Bullshit! What you did to me is—is—so far removed from reality that it's laughable!" he laughed while he sobbed uncontrollably. "Oh, this is gonna be a long night," he ominously foretold as he replaced his flogger and grabbed a green blindfold, wrapping it around Kacchan's head to blind her. He then grabbed a ball gag and placed it in her mouth, shutting off her way of screaming for help, if she wanted to, that is.

No, for all intents and purposes, it seemed like Kacchan liked losing control, her pussy drenching the ground with its fluids as more of her "five" senses were stripped away from her. She moaned into the ball gag when it was fastened to her mouth, liking the lack of taste of it.

"Mwah! Mwah!" she muffled out, moving a bit side to side in her restraints as she flexed her body parts.

"Desiree, I'm sure you're fluent in slut. What is she saying?" Midoriya looked to his trusty sex fiend.

"I think she's saying 'more,' master, like the whore she is," Desiree translated as she raced around to the rack and got a seldom-used BDSM toy: The earmuffs. It looked akin to gun-practice hotrod red earmuffs, powerful enough to block out virtually all sound, with a bit of technology thrown in to filter out noise better than the competition. She grabbed the earmuffs and presented it to her master, silently begging him to do it.

He gladly took it and placed it over Kacchan's ears, making her moan in delight as yet another sense was taken from her.

First her sight, then her sense of speech, then her hearing.

God, it got both their hearts racing, one having given up the control dubiously and one gaining all the control.

Wait a moment…

"Oh shit, I just realized she doesn't have a way to back out of this," Midoriya thought aloud, looking to his sex genie for help.

"Hmph. A rotten bitch like her doesn't deserve to able to back out of this," Desiree said as she waved off his concerns. "Besides, she's clearly enjoying it."

"Isn't that a little…rapey?" he asked hesitantly, glad that his best friend couldn't hear him act like he used to before he met Desiree. She was writhing in pleasure, it seemed like, waiting to be played with like a toy.

"No, no of course not, sugar," she assured him, placing a cold hand underneath his hot-to-the-touch chin. "She deserves this anyways so you shouldn't feel bad at all."

"Are you sure?" he asked again, still unsure and with his morality screaming at him that this was wrong.

But then why did it feel so right?

"Positive, my dear master. Now fuck the hell out of her or something!" she encouraged, guiding him closer to Kacchan.

Midoriya, now emboldened by his ever faithful companion, went over and moved the apparatus that the blond was attached to and flipped onto her stomach, having full unfettered access to her ass. He swiftly took off his jeans, his painful 9 inch erection popping out and leaking a several beads of precum. He rubbed the tip of his dick against her puckered anus, feeling assured that an earlier wish would go into effect and lube his childhood friend up so it didn't hurt too much.

He pressed into her and felt his cock be enwrapped by a tight, warm, and most importantly, lubed asshole. It conformed to his length like the best onahole in the world, except this was a real deal one. Izuku decided to go balls-deep into her asshole, slapping against her supple ass on contact causing ripples to form like a stone hitting water. He pulled back, his well-lubricated cock glistening in the flood lights as he took out everything but the head. He plunged it back in, enjoying the feeling immensely.

"Dwah stwap! Dwah stwap!" Bakugo begged through her restraints as she got railed like there was no tomorrow. Midoriya pistoned in and out of the blond before feeling his natural limit reveal itself and he came as deep into her bowels as possible. This made Katsumi squeal as she felt the lava-hot cum flood into her ass, itching an itch that never made itself known before.

It felt good to empty his full and aching balls, to unload his semen deep within his childhood friend. He pulled out and watched as his hot cum poured out from her gaping anus, satiating some primal urge within himself. He maneuvered himself to the face portion of Kacchan and forced his cock into her mouth/throat, making her clean up the sticky cum and tasteless lube covering his dick.

Oh boy, this was going to be fun, wasn't it?

Bakugo got fucked silly for hours on end, all for the pleasure of Midoriya. He did a variety of sexual things to her; more anal, vaginal, oral, you name it he'd done it. He left her suspended and unconscious in the apparatus she was trapped in as he downed a bottle of water that Desiree had conjured for him. He drank greedily, having worked up a sweat from the hours-long BDSM session.

He idly wondered if he was a different man now, whether he was the same person before he discovered Desiree. He wondered if he had changed for the better or the worse. Either way he enjoyed the person he now was, so he guessed that that was all that mattered.

Midoriya was broken out of his rumination when his smartphone began to vibrate and ring on a nearby table, him picking it up and realizing it was Tomoyo.

"Izuku," she started as soon as he answered, "thanks to you Tenyo is making a full recovery."

"That's great! I'm glad she's getting a hang of it," he enthused, putting back on his underwear and jeans.

"She wants to talk to you, by the way," Iida mentioned before presumably handing over the phone to her sister.

"Izuku?" came the energetic voice of the older Iida sister.

"Yes, Tenyo?" he responded, a smile on his face. He knew what she wanted to talk about, he had a good feeling about it.

"You went against what I said and captured Stain. I don't know whether to yell at you or congratulate you."

"How about both?" he joked. "I did the world a favor though, that nutcase was too gung-ho for eliminating heroines."

"What did she have to say about heroines?" Tenyo asked curiously.

"Oh, the usual. That most heroines weren't like All Might and did it for the money and fame. She especially was against your family, Tenyo, saying you were limelight heroines."

"I mean, the Iida Family does produce limelight heroines," Iida conceded. "None of the family has a quirk or the drive to be underground heroes like the hidden Eraserhead."

"Don't worry about it too much, Tenyo. She was a crazed and delusional individual that deserves to be locked up," he assured her before looking over to the naked and unconscious form of Kacchan. "Look, I gotta go, stay safe, okay?" he farewelled and ended the call before hearing her say goodbye. Midoriya sighed as he wished, "Desiree, I wish I had some clothes for Kacchan to wear."

One snap later and Izuku was dressing up the naked body of Bakugo, putting on cute Hello Kitty panties and the like onto her. Once dressed he portaled the two of them back to the young woman's room, him depositing his childhood friend onto her bed gently. She was lightly snoring which was cute, he noted. Midoriya portaled home and rested on his bed, sleeping away his troubles.