Title: Give Me...Nothing (ch. 2)
Pairing: ??? x Kyo
Summary: When you're left out of touch with man kind, can you measure time? Or is time merely at the control of who's in control of you? Meet Niimura Tooru--a 32 year old musician who awakens and finds himself completely dependent on someone he can't even see. Can obsession equal love, and can delusions become reality?
Rating: NC-17 over all and this chapter
Warnings: violence, language, non-con, bukkake, rape
Disclaimer: Don't own them, blabalbla.
Word Count: 4989
Previous Chapters: Chpter 1
It was a dreamless sleep, probably because it wasn't a sleep at all. In truth it was more like an absence of mind and thought, a welcome change to the horrors he had endured while conscious. By the time he came to again, he was sure everything had been a dream. That was until he opened his eyes and was once again introduced to the sight of that damn blindfold. His heart rate increased and he panicked, shooting up in the bed. To his surprise he had found that during the course of his sleep his position had been changed. No longer were his arms handcuffed above his head. Instead, they were cuffed in front of him, legs this time tied to the bed with an opposite pair of handcuffs. Realizing his hands were free, he moved them to his face with the intention of pulling the blindfold off.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.”
Kyo dropped his hands from the blindfold immediately, startled by the sudden voice in the room. Had the man been in his room this entire time? For how long had he been watching him? The unknown was proving to frighten Kyo more than he would have liked.
“Now you're listening, good boy. At this rate you'll be getting back your privileges in no time,” the man chuckled.
“Will you yell me who you are?” Kyo questioned almost shyly had it not been for the unmistakable fear in his voice.
There was a brief silence in the room, followed by a curious shuffling. Kyo tensed immediately when he felt weight on the bed, the sudden hand on his cheek startling him considerably. His shaky, terrified breathing returned the moment he felt the hand caressing his cheek tenderly. If anything the gentle touches only proved to terrify him more than the slaps had.
“Of course I'll tell you. I'll show you. I'm sure you'll be happy and ready to love me back, at that point. But first you have to show me that you'll behave and be a good boy and do what I say. Until then you're stuck like this,” the man replied finally.
What the hell kind of bull sit was this? There was no way in hell that he was going to go through this for simple knowledge. At the first sign of an escape, he was going to make a break for it.
“Can you...can you untie me?” Kyo asked softly, moving his head away from the hand drifting across his lips. The curious fingers were unnerving him like no other.
“No,” the man said sternly, nails digging into Kyo's throat angrily in regards to the suggestion. “I tell you when you can have some freedoms back. You don't tell m.”
“But this is torture! You said you loved me, then if that's true you'll let me--!”
Kyo screamed in shock as he was pushed back onto the bed, strong hands wrapped around his throat. Survival instincts kicked in immediately and Kyo began to claw blindly at the hands threatening to render him unconscious. He couldn't be oblivious to the world forever.
“Of course I love you! Don't you ever question that. But if you don't learn,” a particularly hard squeeze to the throat, “then you'll misbehave and you'll never be the way you're supposed to be. You're supposed to listen to everything I say!”
Kyo was beginning to see stars, which honestly were a welcome change to the silhouette of the ceiling fan and blackness. He was certain he tore some skin from this man's wrists with his clawing even if it was getting him nowhere. Tears of frustration began to spill down his cheeks and he screamed in anger, blindly slamming his fists forward and miraculously hitting the man dead center In the jaw, sending him tumbling to the ground immediately upon impact. Relieved, Kyo sat back up to make a move to remove his blindfold so he could see properly ad defend himself but was quickly intercepted by his captor. Back in his laying position, Kyo's arms were forced up and he was once again handcuffed to the bed via the arms as until that time, won't you kiss me>well as the feet. He was stuck to the bed with no way of keeping the man away from him.
“You stupid bitch! I give you a little freedom and this is how you repay me?” Furious, no doubt, Kyo began screaming in horror when he felt himself being straddled only to feel a cool yet sharp object slash into his naked chest. Another scream left his throat, only this time in pain. The what he assumed was a knife came slashing into his skin several times, Kyo feeling the hot blood dripping slowly down his torso. It had been so long since he had cut himself and never with a knife or a degree such as this. He had never gone this deep, this heavy. It hurt more than he could imagine and the feeling of nausea began to consume him.
“Do you think I like doing this? Of course not. I want you to be happy, that's all,” the man cooed as Kyo felt him rubbing his blood into his chest almost tenderly.
“No you don't no you don't,” Kyo chanted through distraught and pained tears. He was positively miserable. He wanted to go home!
“Don't cry, baby,” Kyo heard him almost purr.
Before he knew it, the sick fucker had leaned forward and kissed him, trying to work their tongue into his mouth. Kyo was over powered by nausea and horror, head turning away immediately as he cowered in disgust and fear.
“Don't rape me! Leave me alone!” He howled in disgust and distress, sounding every bit like a frightened child.
“I'm not going to rape you,” the man sounded offended by the harsh words, however appropriate they were, “you're going to want it,” yeah right, “until that time, won't you kiss me?”
“Fuck no! Get the hell away from me you sick bastards!” Kyo screamed in terror and disgust.
“You have no idea how long I've waited for you, Kyo. You'll want me just as bad as I want you, I promise.”
Kyo growled softly as he heard a rustling sound near him, his trembling body simply increasing ten fold. He jumped upon feeling his kidnapper swiping at his bloodied torso, practically collecting the blood that still rant from the stinging wounds. What he heard next frightened him like no other. The distinct sound of flesh on flesh, wet and quick directly above him.
“What are you doing?” Kyo spoke, voice barely above a whisper the moment he heard a moan.
“Kyo,” the man groaned with obvious excitement. “You're so beautiful like this, fuck.”
The sound of flesh rubbing flesh grew louder, more frantic. Kyo knew exactly what he was doing, the son of a bitch was jerking off using his blood as a form of lubrication. Kyo's stomach twisted in disgust as his heightened senses could pick up the labor of his breathing and the excited little moans that made his stomach twist in disgust. He couldn't bare to hear the sound of his own blood being used in order to get this man to reach climax. The scent of blood was over powering him, intermingling with the scent of sweat that was undoubtedly coming off of this man in waves. His own body broke out in a sweat, a cold one full of nerves and disgust.
“Get away from me,” Kyo spoke slowly, frightfully.
“Kyo,” the man moaned again in obvious enjoyment as he touched himself intimately, each stroke of the wrist drawing more pleasure and the fact that he could watch Kyo's body writhe beneath him probably only adding fuel to the fire.
But the noises and the constant shifting above him persisted. The sound of this man moaning his name and continually touching himself drove Kyo absolutely to one of the furthest points of disgust that he had ever experienced. What really frightened him, however, were the explicit desires the man expressed that he wished to do to Kyo. Things that made even him turn red with shame. He was clearly dealing with some sort of sexual deviant of some sort and that frightened him most of all. How was he supposed to survive when he was at the mercy of someone like this?
The man muttered words of wanting to hurt Kyo, to make him scream in pain and cry. He wanted to torture the blonde vocalist, turn him into his personal toy and play with him for as long as he wanted. He wanted to do absolutely anything and everything to the terrified musician. Though what really worried Kyo, was his captors lustful admission of wanting to kill him. That said, Kyo felt the man's hot cum spill across his injured torso. The feeling, the words the smell of sex. Everything proved far too much for him and he found himself lurching to the side and dry heaving violently. There was the desire to vomit, but his stomach was empty. So he was left to his fit of desperate gagging, trying to empty his stomach despite it being empty enough to begin with.
“Stop that,” the man growled angrily, slapping Kyo hard to get him to cut it out with his dry heaving.
“Just fucking kill me,” Kyo screamed finally after coming to his senses, voice shaky and desperate, “Nothing is worth this. Just kill me!”
“You want to die?” Angry, Kyo felt the man put the sharp object to his throat. “Is that what you want?” The man yelled, receiving no response from the nervous Kyo. Truth be told, he did not want to die. “That's what I thought. Now you know I don't want to hurt you, baby. Let's get you cleaned up,” the man spoke sweetly, moving and unhooking Kyo from the bed. However he did make sure to keep Kyo's limbs handcuffed. He was able to move around, albeit limited.
Kyo felt the man helping him up and keeping their arms wrapped tightly around him. He led Kyo through a door that he assumed was the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. Next came the sound of running water. Kyo stood motionless in the arms of this psychotic bastard, breathing heavy. He heard the sound of the handcuffs on his ankles being undone and he did the first thing that came to mind. He made a run for it. Of course, it was easy for the man to catch him again, seeing as he was blindfolded. Perhaps he should have thought that through.
“You keep this up and you won't eat, do you hear me?”
With the threat in place, he had realized he had worked up an appetite. It had been how long since he had last ate? So of course he figured it would be wise to listen to the man, at least for now.
“Good boy,” the man chuckled for the billionth time. “Now take your pants off.” It was obvious Kyo was hesitating as he shook his head stubbornly. “Come now, how am I supposed to wash you up if you keep those disgusting things on? You'll even get a new pair of clothes when we're done. Doesn't that sound nice?”
“I want to do it myself,” Kyo spoke firmly, trying to maintain and hold onto what little dignity and privacy he had left.
“You can't do it by yourself. You can't see. A punishment is a punishment, Kyo,” the man spoke with equal firmness.
Kyo was beginning to feel more and more pathetic. “Please,” he begged softly, tears threatening to escape once again. “I know you won't let me go, so just give me this. Please.”
“I'm sorry, Kyo, no. Either you're taking these pants off or I am doing it for you.”
Crushed, Kyo could feel his resolve slipping as he began to sob. Head bowed, the vocalist began to slip off the track pants with some difficulty from the desire to remain covered and the handcuffs locked around his wrists. Silence followed once he carefully stepped out of his pants and for once he was thankful for the blindfold. He didn't want to see this man's expression. Shame was clearly etched across his face and had his eyes been visible they would have spoke this in volumes. The room was deadly silent, and Kyo was disgusted by the realization that this sick bastard was probably having a grand time sizing him up. He hated to think that he was giving this man any type of sexual thrill.
“There, there. Was that so bad?” The man cooed affectionately, though Kyo merely took it as condescending. Yes, it was that bad. It was absolutely worse than bad. It was the lowest that he had ever been. “Now into the tub, Kyo.”
He jumped out of reflex when he felt the man's hands on him, forcing his body to relax as he was guided into the basin of hot water. It felt nice, though Kyo was rendered unable to enjoy the sensation with this man insisting on being there. The man's fingers wandered, rubbing what he could assume was soap into his sullied skin. The soap caused the cuts on his chest to burn painfully and he flinched, only to have the man's other hand rest on the small of his back and press down gently to hold him still.
“Shh, just relax. I don't want you getting sick if we don't clean these properly.”
Kyo stayed completely still, trying to simply ignore the entire situation. Though unfortunately that damn hand would always prevent him from slipping into a state of complete mental absence. It frightened him as It ghosted over his chest, stomach, back. The moment the hand brushed the insides of his thighs he panicked, scrambling to move out of the tub and escape anymore curious touches. But the man grabbed him firmly, keeping Kyo down in the tub.
“You have to let me touch you if you want this to stop. How else are you supposed to get clean?” The man asked with obvious amusement in his voice in regards to Kyo's behavior.
“I want to get out,” Kyo argued, trying to keep his voice firm like it had been the first time he had opened his eyes to this hell of artificial blackness.
“Didn't you listen to what I just said? You can't leave until I've finished washing you,” the man replied, annoyance hinting around the edges of his voice.
“I want to get out, now!” Kyo yelled, body trembling in fear and rage.
To his surprise he felt his head being grabbed and shoved beneath the water. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, bound hands moving up instinctively to try and get the man's hands off of him but to no avail. He persisted and so his lungs burned with the insatiable desire for oxygen. He could feel his thoughts becoming less and less coherent and just as he thought he was going to faint and eventually die, he felt his hair being tugged on and his head lifted from the water. Kyo began breathing in a frantic frenzy, trying to fill his lungs with the air he had lost and slow the beating of his overly abused heart.
“Are you going to listen to me, Kyo? I don't want to keep hurting you. I'm only doing this because I love you and you have to learn.”
Kyo began coughing profusely, the damp blindfold bothering him immensely as water dripped down from the soaked cloth and tickled his face. It felt as if the much craved oxygen would never fill his lungs and he found himself even more terrified with the man's cries of adoration than his lusty moans of torture. He wasn't a dog. He didn't need to be taught anything. He needed to get the hell out of here. But if he didn't listen, he would be left to suffer from this strange form of torture and to be honest he didn't think he'd be able to handle this any longer. He was torn.
“I'll listen,” Kyo sputtered, finally ridding his lungs of water.
His consent sickened him because he could practically feel the kidnapper's sense of smug self-satisfaction radiating off of him. Gradually the hand and soap was back on him, lingering on the places Kyo would have much rather preferred to be left alone. His cheeks burned in shame and the dripping of water down his face mingled with the tears that spilled down his cheeks. Kyo was certain he was on the edge of dehydration and crying wasn't helping any. As his ass was grabbed and kneaded under the guise of trying to help him clean, Kyo's sobs became more vocal. His burning chest heaved with anguish and bottom lip trembled as he tried to contain himself from falling apart.
“You're going to love it here with me,” the man sighed fondly, lips teasing the distressed blonde's neck only this time Kyo didn't shy away. What was the point if it only meant more pain? “I can give you anything you want. Anything! All you have to do is ask.”
“I want to go home,” Kyo mumbled through his tears.
“Well you can't,” the reply was harsh, spiteful even. “You're to stay here with me and you'll love me as much as I love you.”
The probing hand was proving to frighten the tiny vocalist as it drifted slowly up his thigh. As expected, it began fondling him in the most inappropriate of ways, completely destroying Kyo's last shred of dignity as he broke down into a hysteric fit of sobs.
“Please don't. Anything but that! Just leave me alone. Don't touch me,” he wailed, slapping blindly in the water to rid himself of the curious digits.
A soft kiss was placed on the back of his neck, only this time he actually could feel the smug smile of self-satisfaction. “Shh, I'm not going to hurt you. It'll feel good, I promise.”
And he persisted with the less than appropriate caresses to his dick, thighs, and ass. The friction sent pleased thrills of shivers through his entire body but the reality of the situation and the fear plastered in his mind prevented him from registering the euphoric sensations as pleasure. Instead he translated the gropes and squeezes as pain and he sobbed harder. The hand moved in a very methodical way. His fingers teased the head, stroked the base, and lightly caressed his balls. The digits seemed eager to caress him, stroking Kyo with intimate care and ghosting over his entrance until eventually he screamed,
“I want to get out!”
To his relief the hand disappeared. Kyo sat stiff, not daring to move a muscle. How could he? When no noise was made, he spoke up again, “Please? I...I'm hungry and I want to get out.”
“Fine,” the answer resembled that of a spoiled child that had been told “no.” Clearly he was dealing with someone who was used to getting what they wanted all the time, when they wanted it.
Eventually he felt strong hands lifting him out from the bath, an order for him to stay still hitting his ears. He listened, remaining still as the man dried him off with the towel. Of course he took his damn time drying him off, what with the fact he was presented a keen opportunity to feel him up and check out every intimate detail about his body.
He was moved around like a puppet, arms and legs moved this way and that. Eventually a set of oversized clothes were put on him, what felt like was a far too large pair of sweatpants and a T-Shirt. He was ordered to shut his eyes beneath the blind fold and he did just that, the old one being removed and replaced with a different, dry one over his eyes. For a brief moment he was filled with relief as all of the cuffs were removed from him, only to find new, dryer pairs slipped onto him. His heart sank and Kyo felt completely lost like this. It was at that particular moment did he register just how dependent on his kidnapper that he truly was, and it disgusted him. After all, Kyo was a completely independent and introverted kind of person. So to have to depend on someone this much frightened him, even more so than the idea of being held against his will.
Kyo followed blindly as he was led back into his cell of a room. He was laid back against the bed and he lay limp as he was chained once again to the shoddy mattress. He didn't want to fight anymore for the time being. He was worn, both physically and emotionally, and his stomach felt so viciously empty. All he wanted to do was eat enough to live and he prayed with all his heart he hadn't angered this person to the point of keeping him starved.
“Now what do you want to eat?” the man spoke affectionately, caressing Kyo's face once more, pleased to see that the blonde remained still this time.
“Anything,” his voice came out strained, tongue darting out to wet dry lips.
“Oh, now, don't say that. You're giving me ideas,” Kyo heard him chuckle, the suggestive tone in his voice undeniable. It was enough to make him groan in disgust and pain.
“Please, food,. Water and...and...” he couldn't think. Nothing sounded appetizing. Was this man in charge of what he found good and bad, as well?
“Alright, alright, I understand. You just lay down and relax. I'll get you something you can actually ear,” the man chuckled. The sound of the door opening then closing echoed throughout the room. Just the sound alone was enough to make his heart jump fearfully within his chest.
What had he meant by finding him something that he could actually eat? Kyo did not have any strange food allergies. His stomach twisted painfully with hunger, and now that the prospect of fear and anxiety was momentarily thrown from his head and he was reminded of the fact that humans do need to eat, the wave of hunger pangs hit him. How long had it been since he last ate? That was probably what the man was worried about—upsetting his stomach due to the fact of it being empty for an unsafe period of time.
Another wave of anxiety washed over him, settling deep in the core of his chest and tightening around his heart as he was reminded by the concept of time. It terrified him, only now because it was immeasurable. Just how long had he been missing? And how long would he have to stay here in this ill forgotten place? Kyo's head began to throb in pain and he groaned, struggling weakly in the bed oncem ore. He wanted to go home, he wanted privacy if anything. He wanted his god damn life back and it was impossible for that to happen so long as he was in the hold of this son of a bitch.
So that left him with only one option. He was going to have to listen to this man and do as he said so that he could move around and see. Once he had those things accomplished, he'd be able to move around much more easily. He could devise a better plan of escape if he could a) understand his surroundings and b) see where the hell he was going. As long as this crazy bastard didn't try to have sex with him, he didn't see the shame in just giving up his struggling until he had all of his basic needs once again. Kyo heaved a sigh of distress, for he knew it would be difficult but he also knew he had no other choice.
The door opened and Kyo could have swore his heart stopped for that brief moment in time. He had thoroughly enjoyed his brief time of solitude, however he found his desire for food and will to live far more stronger than the need to be left alone. Kyo became more alert, straining to hear the quiet footsteps padding against the tatami. This time he did not jump when he felt a hand on his cheek, but the command for him to open his mouth then suck did worry him. Why the hell should he do that if this were simply a trick to get him to do something he surely would never have done had he been of able body and mind? But of course he had no choice, sheepishly parting his lips and whimpering as he felt a hollow, thin cylinder slipped between them. He gave one careful suckle and started by the sensation of an ice cold liquid running down his throat.
Water! The man had given him water! Kyo had never been more excited in his entire life as he sat up and sucked blindly on the straw with vigor. It felt as if he could not get enough of the life nurturing substance and he refused to stop drinking, so thirst-quenched was he. But the man pried the straw from his lips, much to Kyo's displeasure. He felt him wiping the excess liquid from his lips, a deep chuckle echoing off the walls of the room.
“Now, now, darling. Not so fast. I don't want you to get sick. Eat this for now until I know your stomach chan handle actual meals later on,” the man explained with a sickening amount of kindness.
Kyo opened his mouth again as something was pressed to his lips, letting the food pass through his hesitant lips and onto his eagerly awaiting tongue. It was sweet yet sour and as he chewed the familiarity of the food hit him. It was an apple. He swallowed the slice, waiting a moment as if he expected to be continued to be fed. When nothing came, he knew he was once again stuck playing one of this man's sick fucking games. Angrily but obediently, he opened his lips in a silent plea for more.
“What is it?” he heard the man's mocking tone, enough to make him grimace and shiver in disgust.
“Please,” Kyo called out softly, the pain in his stomach twisting unbearably as he offered a faint groan. It was absolutely intolerable to have to beg for food, all because some stupid bastard got their rocks off whenever they tortured him. He wasn't a dog, he shouldn't be treated this way! But God damn it, he had to eat. “Please, may I have another piece? Please?” he tried making his tone as pleading as possible without having to suffer any more humiliation. He felt like he went through enough for one day. He was exhausted and starved.
“Such a good boy. You're learning so fast. You'll be walking around in no time,” his captor spoke with the same proud tone an owner would have for their prized show dog. This idea of master and bitch only intensified as he felt the man's hand on him, stroking the strands of blonde with the utmost affection.
But he wasn't going to complain or scream or fight, not when another piece of apple was offered t him and pushed into his mouth. Kyo eagerly munched on the treat as if he had been offered the finest of caviar. Swallowing the piece of fruit, he asked meekly for yet another slice, and the cycle began. Kyo would finish a small piece, then beg his captor for yet another slice. It was the most humiliating process Kyo had ever gone through. The only solace being the brief interlude of water he receive unexpectedly before he would have to start begging once again. It felt like ages before the hole in his stomach was filled and he finally announced that he was done with his pathetic excuse for a meal.
“How do you feel?” the man asked, continuing to pet the chained animal that was the vocalist of Dir en grey,
Nauseous. His stomach pained him immensely and he felt as if he needed to eat more, even though he was aware of the fact his body could not handle it. He wanted to vomit and yet eat at the same time. But instead of lamenting all his ailments he simply replied with a coarse, “Fine.”
“Good, I'm glad. I'll leave you to rest. Then we'll see how you behave tomorrow. Good night.”
To his surprise Kyo felt a pair of lips on his and he immediately turned away, completely forgetting his initial plan of being complacent. He growled threateningly, behaving every bit like the animal he was being treated like. How dare this man kiss him? He could stomach the caresses, he could choke down the disgust of the gropes, he could even go so far as to tolerate being jerked off on, but he would never, ever stomach kissing this man. That was an intimate gesture saved for someone he'd love, not some sick fanatic. Hell, he didn't even kiss groupies when he fucked them, so why would he kiss this bastard?
“Leave,” Kyo demanded, voice full of hate.
There was no hit or screaming that followed. Only angry foot steps, the slamming of a door, and cold, unadulterated nothing.
Pairing: ??? x Kyo
Summary: When you're left out of touch with man kind, can you measure time? Or is time merely at the control of who's in control of you? Meet Niimura Tooru--a 32 year old musician who awakens and finds himself completely dependent on someone he can't even see. Can obsession equal love, and can delusions become reality?
Rating: NC-17 over all and this chapter
Warnings: violence, language, non-con, bukkake, rape
Disclaimer: Don't own them, blabalbla.
Word Count: 4989
Previous Chapters: Chpter 1
It was a dreamless sleep, probably because it wasn't a sleep at all. In truth it was more like an absence of mind and thought, a welcome change to the horrors he had endured while conscious. By the time he came to again, he was sure everything had been a dream. That was until he opened his eyes and was once again introduced to the sight of that damn blindfold. His heart rate increased and he panicked, shooting up in the bed. To his surprise he had found that during the course of his sleep his position had been changed. No longer were his arms handcuffed above his head. Instead, they were cuffed in front of him, legs this time tied to the bed with an opposite pair of handcuffs. Realizing his hands were free, he moved them to his face with the intention of pulling the blindfold off.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.”
Kyo dropped his hands from the blindfold immediately, startled by the sudden voice in the room. Had the man been in his room this entire time? For how long had he been watching him? The unknown was proving to frighten Kyo more than he would have liked.
“Now you're listening, good boy. At this rate you'll be getting back your privileges in no time,” the man chuckled.
“Will you yell me who you are?” Kyo questioned almost shyly had it not been for the unmistakable fear in his voice.
There was a brief silence in the room, followed by a curious shuffling. Kyo tensed immediately when he felt weight on the bed, the sudden hand on his cheek startling him considerably. His shaky, terrified breathing returned the moment he felt the hand caressing his cheek tenderly. If anything the gentle touches only proved to terrify him more than the slaps had.
“Of course I'll tell you. I'll show you. I'm sure you'll be happy and ready to love me back, at that point. But first you have to show me that you'll behave and be a good boy and do what I say. Until then you're stuck like this,” the man replied finally.
What the hell kind of bull sit was this? There was no way in hell that he was going to go through this for simple knowledge. At the first sign of an escape, he was going to make a break for it.
“Can you...can you untie me?” Kyo asked softly, moving his head away from the hand drifting across his lips. The curious fingers were unnerving him like no other.
“No,” the man said sternly, nails digging into Kyo's throat angrily in regards to the suggestion. “I tell you when you can have some freedoms back. You don't tell m.”
“But this is torture! You said you loved me, then if that's true you'll let me--!”
Kyo screamed in shock as he was pushed back onto the bed, strong hands wrapped around his throat. Survival instincts kicked in immediately and Kyo began to claw blindly at the hands threatening to render him unconscious. He couldn't be oblivious to the world forever.
“Of course I love you! Don't you ever question that. But if you don't learn,” a particularly hard squeeze to the throat, “then you'll misbehave and you'll never be the way you're supposed to be. You're supposed to listen to everything I say!”
Kyo was beginning to see stars, which honestly were a welcome change to the silhouette of the ceiling fan and blackness. He was certain he tore some skin from this man's wrists with his clawing even if it was getting him nowhere. Tears of frustration began to spill down his cheeks and he screamed in anger, blindly slamming his fists forward and miraculously hitting the man dead center In the jaw, sending him tumbling to the ground immediately upon impact. Relieved, Kyo sat back up to make a move to remove his blindfold so he could see properly ad defend himself but was quickly intercepted by his captor. Back in his laying position, Kyo's arms were forced up and he was once again handcuffed to the bed via the arms as until that time, won't you kiss me>well as the feet. He was stuck to the bed with no way of keeping the man away from him.
“You stupid bitch! I give you a little freedom and this is how you repay me?” Furious, no doubt, Kyo began screaming in horror when he felt himself being straddled only to feel a cool yet sharp object slash into his naked chest. Another scream left his throat, only this time in pain. The what he assumed was a knife came slashing into his skin several times, Kyo feeling the hot blood dripping slowly down his torso. It had been so long since he had cut himself and never with a knife or a degree such as this. He had never gone this deep, this heavy. It hurt more than he could imagine and the feeling of nausea began to consume him.
“Do you think I like doing this? Of course not. I want you to be happy, that's all,” the man cooed as Kyo felt him rubbing his blood into his chest almost tenderly.
“No you don't no you don't,” Kyo chanted through distraught and pained tears. He was positively miserable. He wanted to go home!
“Don't cry, baby,” Kyo heard him almost purr.
Before he knew it, the sick fucker had leaned forward and kissed him, trying to work their tongue into his mouth. Kyo was over powered by nausea and horror, head turning away immediately as he cowered in disgust and fear.
“Don't rape me! Leave me alone!” He howled in disgust and distress, sounding every bit like a frightened child.
“I'm not going to rape you,” the man sounded offended by the harsh words, however appropriate they were, “you're going to want it,” yeah right, “until that time, won't you kiss me?”
“Fuck no! Get the hell away from me you sick bastards!” Kyo screamed in terror and disgust.
“You have no idea how long I've waited for you, Kyo. You'll want me just as bad as I want you, I promise.”
Kyo growled softly as he heard a rustling sound near him, his trembling body simply increasing ten fold. He jumped upon feeling his kidnapper swiping at his bloodied torso, practically collecting the blood that still rant from the stinging wounds. What he heard next frightened him like no other. The distinct sound of flesh on flesh, wet and quick directly above him.
“What are you doing?” Kyo spoke, voice barely above a whisper the moment he heard a moan.
“Kyo,” the man groaned with obvious excitement. “You're so beautiful like this, fuck.”
The sound of flesh rubbing flesh grew louder, more frantic. Kyo knew exactly what he was doing, the son of a bitch was jerking off using his blood as a form of lubrication. Kyo's stomach twisted in disgust as his heightened senses could pick up the labor of his breathing and the excited little moans that made his stomach twist in disgust. He couldn't bare to hear the sound of his own blood being used in order to get this man to reach climax. The scent of blood was over powering him, intermingling with the scent of sweat that was undoubtedly coming off of this man in waves. His own body broke out in a sweat, a cold one full of nerves and disgust.
“Get away from me,” Kyo spoke slowly, frightfully.
“Kyo,” the man moaned again in obvious enjoyment as he touched himself intimately, each stroke of the wrist drawing more pleasure and the fact that he could watch Kyo's body writhe beneath him probably only adding fuel to the fire.
But the noises and the constant shifting above him persisted. The sound of this man moaning his name and continually touching himself drove Kyo absolutely to one of the furthest points of disgust that he had ever experienced. What really frightened him, however, were the explicit desires the man expressed that he wished to do to Kyo. Things that made even him turn red with shame. He was clearly dealing with some sort of sexual deviant of some sort and that frightened him most of all. How was he supposed to survive when he was at the mercy of someone like this?
The man muttered words of wanting to hurt Kyo, to make him scream in pain and cry. He wanted to torture the blonde vocalist, turn him into his personal toy and play with him for as long as he wanted. He wanted to do absolutely anything and everything to the terrified musician. Though what really worried Kyo, was his captors lustful admission of wanting to kill him. That said, Kyo felt the man's hot cum spill across his injured torso. The feeling, the words the smell of sex. Everything proved far too much for him and he found himself lurching to the side and dry heaving violently. There was the desire to vomit, but his stomach was empty. So he was left to his fit of desperate gagging, trying to empty his stomach despite it being empty enough to begin with.
“Stop that,” the man growled angrily, slapping Kyo hard to get him to cut it out with his dry heaving.
“Just fucking kill me,” Kyo screamed finally after coming to his senses, voice shaky and desperate, “Nothing is worth this. Just kill me!”
“You want to die?” Angry, Kyo felt the man put the sharp object to his throat. “Is that what you want?” The man yelled, receiving no response from the nervous Kyo. Truth be told, he did not want to die. “That's what I thought. Now you know I don't want to hurt you, baby. Let's get you cleaned up,” the man spoke sweetly, moving and unhooking Kyo from the bed. However he did make sure to keep Kyo's limbs handcuffed. He was able to move around, albeit limited.
Kyo felt the man helping him up and keeping their arms wrapped tightly around him. He led Kyo through a door that he assumed was the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. Next came the sound of running water. Kyo stood motionless in the arms of this psychotic bastard, breathing heavy. He heard the sound of the handcuffs on his ankles being undone and he did the first thing that came to mind. He made a run for it. Of course, it was easy for the man to catch him again, seeing as he was blindfolded. Perhaps he should have thought that through.
“You keep this up and you won't eat, do you hear me?”
With the threat in place, he had realized he had worked up an appetite. It had been how long since he had last ate? So of course he figured it would be wise to listen to the man, at least for now.
“Good boy,” the man chuckled for the billionth time. “Now take your pants off.” It was obvious Kyo was hesitating as he shook his head stubbornly. “Come now, how am I supposed to wash you up if you keep those disgusting things on? You'll even get a new pair of clothes when we're done. Doesn't that sound nice?”
“I want to do it myself,” Kyo spoke firmly, trying to maintain and hold onto what little dignity and privacy he had left.
“You can't do it by yourself. You can't see. A punishment is a punishment, Kyo,” the man spoke with equal firmness.
Kyo was beginning to feel more and more pathetic. “Please,” he begged softly, tears threatening to escape once again. “I know you won't let me go, so just give me this. Please.”
“I'm sorry, Kyo, no. Either you're taking these pants off or I am doing it for you.”
Crushed, Kyo could feel his resolve slipping as he began to sob. Head bowed, the vocalist began to slip off the track pants with some difficulty from the desire to remain covered and the handcuffs locked around his wrists. Silence followed once he carefully stepped out of his pants and for once he was thankful for the blindfold. He didn't want to see this man's expression. Shame was clearly etched across his face and had his eyes been visible they would have spoke this in volumes. The room was deadly silent, and Kyo was disgusted by the realization that this sick bastard was probably having a grand time sizing him up. He hated to think that he was giving this man any type of sexual thrill.
“There, there. Was that so bad?” The man cooed affectionately, though Kyo merely took it as condescending. Yes, it was that bad. It was absolutely worse than bad. It was the lowest that he had ever been. “Now into the tub, Kyo.”
He jumped out of reflex when he felt the man's hands on him, forcing his body to relax as he was guided into the basin of hot water. It felt nice, though Kyo was rendered unable to enjoy the sensation with this man insisting on being there. The man's fingers wandered, rubbing what he could assume was soap into his sullied skin. The soap caused the cuts on his chest to burn painfully and he flinched, only to have the man's other hand rest on the small of his back and press down gently to hold him still.
“Shh, just relax. I don't want you getting sick if we don't clean these properly.”
Kyo stayed completely still, trying to simply ignore the entire situation. Though unfortunately that damn hand would always prevent him from slipping into a state of complete mental absence. It frightened him as It ghosted over his chest, stomach, back. The moment the hand brushed the insides of his thighs he panicked, scrambling to move out of the tub and escape anymore curious touches. But the man grabbed him firmly, keeping Kyo down in the tub.
“You have to let me touch you if you want this to stop. How else are you supposed to get clean?” The man asked with obvious amusement in his voice in regards to Kyo's behavior.
“I want to get out,” Kyo argued, trying to keep his voice firm like it had been the first time he had opened his eyes to this hell of artificial blackness.
“Didn't you listen to what I just said? You can't leave until I've finished washing you,” the man replied, annoyance hinting around the edges of his voice.
“I want to get out, now!” Kyo yelled, body trembling in fear and rage.
To his surprise he felt his head being grabbed and shoved beneath the water. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, bound hands moving up instinctively to try and get the man's hands off of him but to no avail. He persisted and so his lungs burned with the insatiable desire for oxygen. He could feel his thoughts becoming less and less coherent and just as he thought he was going to faint and eventually die, he felt his hair being tugged on and his head lifted from the water. Kyo began breathing in a frantic frenzy, trying to fill his lungs with the air he had lost and slow the beating of his overly abused heart.
“Are you going to listen to me, Kyo? I don't want to keep hurting you. I'm only doing this because I love you and you have to learn.”
Kyo began coughing profusely, the damp blindfold bothering him immensely as water dripped down from the soaked cloth and tickled his face. It felt as if the much craved oxygen would never fill his lungs and he found himself even more terrified with the man's cries of adoration than his lusty moans of torture. He wasn't a dog. He didn't need to be taught anything. He needed to get the hell out of here. But if he didn't listen, he would be left to suffer from this strange form of torture and to be honest he didn't think he'd be able to handle this any longer. He was torn.
“I'll listen,” Kyo sputtered, finally ridding his lungs of water.
His consent sickened him because he could practically feel the kidnapper's sense of smug self-satisfaction radiating off of him. Gradually the hand and soap was back on him, lingering on the places Kyo would have much rather preferred to be left alone. His cheeks burned in shame and the dripping of water down his face mingled with the tears that spilled down his cheeks. Kyo was certain he was on the edge of dehydration and crying wasn't helping any. As his ass was grabbed and kneaded under the guise of trying to help him clean, Kyo's sobs became more vocal. His burning chest heaved with anguish and bottom lip trembled as he tried to contain himself from falling apart.
“You're going to love it here with me,” the man sighed fondly, lips teasing the distressed blonde's neck only this time Kyo didn't shy away. What was the point if it only meant more pain? “I can give you anything you want. Anything! All you have to do is ask.”
“I want to go home,” Kyo mumbled through his tears.
“Well you can't,” the reply was harsh, spiteful even. “You're to stay here with me and you'll love me as much as I love you.”
The probing hand was proving to frighten the tiny vocalist as it drifted slowly up his thigh. As expected, it began fondling him in the most inappropriate of ways, completely destroying Kyo's last shred of dignity as he broke down into a hysteric fit of sobs.
“Please don't. Anything but that! Just leave me alone. Don't touch me,” he wailed, slapping blindly in the water to rid himself of the curious digits.
A soft kiss was placed on the back of his neck, only this time he actually could feel the smug smile of self-satisfaction. “Shh, I'm not going to hurt you. It'll feel good, I promise.”
And he persisted with the less than appropriate caresses to his dick, thighs, and ass. The friction sent pleased thrills of shivers through his entire body but the reality of the situation and the fear plastered in his mind prevented him from registering the euphoric sensations as pleasure. Instead he translated the gropes and squeezes as pain and he sobbed harder. The hand moved in a very methodical way. His fingers teased the head, stroked the base, and lightly caressed his balls. The digits seemed eager to caress him, stroking Kyo with intimate care and ghosting over his entrance until eventually he screamed,
“I want to get out!”
To his relief the hand disappeared. Kyo sat stiff, not daring to move a muscle. How could he? When no noise was made, he spoke up again, “Please? I...I'm hungry and I want to get out.”
“Fine,” the answer resembled that of a spoiled child that had been told “no.” Clearly he was dealing with someone who was used to getting what they wanted all the time, when they wanted it.
Eventually he felt strong hands lifting him out from the bath, an order for him to stay still hitting his ears. He listened, remaining still as the man dried him off with the towel. Of course he took his damn time drying him off, what with the fact he was presented a keen opportunity to feel him up and check out every intimate detail about his body.
He was moved around like a puppet, arms and legs moved this way and that. Eventually a set of oversized clothes were put on him, what felt like was a far too large pair of sweatpants and a T-Shirt. He was ordered to shut his eyes beneath the blind fold and he did just that, the old one being removed and replaced with a different, dry one over his eyes. For a brief moment he was filled with relief as all of the cuffs were removed from him, only to find new, dryer pairs slipped onto him. His heart sank and Kyo felt completely lost like this. It was at that particular moment did he register just how dependent on his kidnapper that he truly was, and it disgusted him. After all, Kyo was a completely independent and introverted kind of person. So to have to depend on someone this much frightened him, even more so than the idea of being held against his will.
Kyo followed blindly as he was led back into his cell of a room. He was laid back against the bed and he lay limp as he was chained once again to the shoddy mattress. He didn't want to fight anymore for the time being. He was worn, both physically and emotionally, and his stomach felt so viciously empty. All he wanted to do was eat enough to live and he prayed with all his heart he hadn't angered this person to the point of keeping him starved.
“Now what do you want to eat?” the man spoke affectionately, caressing Kyo's face once more, pleased to see that the blonde remained still this time.
“Anything,” his voice came out strained, tongue darting out to wet dry lips.
“Oh, now, don't say that. You're giving me ideas,” Kyo heard him chuckle, the suggestive tone in his voice undeniable. It was enough to make him groan in disgust and pain.
“Please, food,. Water and...and...” he couldn't think. Nothing sounded appetizing. Was this man in charge of what he found good and bad, as well?
“Alright, alright, I understand. You just lay down and relax. I'll get you something you can actually ear,” the man chuckled. The sound of the door opening then closing echoed throughout the room. Just the sound alone was enough to make his heart jump fearfully within his chest.
What had he meant by finding him something that he could actually eat? Kyo did not have any strange food allergies. His stomach twisted painfully with hunger, and now that the prospect of fear and anxiety was momentarily thrown from his head and he was reminded of the fact that humans do need to eat, the wave of hunger pangs hit him. How long had it been since he last ate? That was probably what the man was worried about—upsetting his stomach due to the fact of it being empty for an unsafe period of time.
Another wave of anxiety washed over him, settling deep in the core of his chest and tightening around his heart as he was reminded by the concept of time. It terrified him, only now because it was immeasurable. Just how long had he been missing? And how long would he have to stay here in this ill forgotten place? Kyo's head began to throb in pain and he groaned, struggling weakly in the bed oncem ore. He wanted to go home, he wanted privacy if anything. He wanted his god damn life back and it was impossible for that to happen so long as he was in the hold of this son of a bitch.
So that left him with only one option. He was going to have to listen to this man and do as he said so that he could move around and see. Once he had those things accomplished, he'd be able to move around much more easily. He could devise a better plan of escape if he could a) understand his surroundings and b) see where the hell he was going. As long as this crazy bastard didn't try to have sex with him, he didn't see the shame in just giving up his struggling until he had all of his basic needs once again. Kyo heaved a sigh of distress, for he knew it would be difficult but he also knew he had no other choice.
The door opened and Kyo could have swore his heart stopped for that brief moment in time. He had thoroughly enjoyed his brief time of solitude, however he found his desire for food and will to live far more stronger than the need to be left alone. Kyo became more alert, straining to hear the quiet footsteps padding against the tatami. This time he did not jump when he felt a hand on his cheek, but the command for him to open his mouth then suck did worry him. Why the hell should he do that if this were simply a trick to get him to do something he surely would never have done had he been of able body and mind? But of course he had no choice, sheepishly parting his lips and whimpering as he felt a hollow, thin cylinder slipped between them. He gave one careful suckle and started by the sensation of an ice cold liquid running down his throat.
Water! The man had given him water! Kyo had never been more excited in his entire life as he sat up and sucked blindly on the straw with vigor. It felt as if he could not get enough of the life nurturing substance and he refused to stop drinking, so thirst-quenched was he. But the man pried the straw from his lips, much to Kyo's displeasure. He felt him wiping the excess liquid from his lips, a deep chuckle echoing off the walls of the room.
“Now, now, darling. Not so fast. I don't want you to get sick. Eat this for now until I know your stomach chan handle actual meals later on,” the man explained with a sickening amount of kindness.
Kyo opened his mouth again as something was pressed to his lips, letting the food pass through his hesitant lips and onto his eagerly awaiting tongue. It was sweet yet sour and as he chewed the familiarity of the food hit him. It was an apple. He swallowed the slice, waiting a moment as if he expected to be continued to be fed. When nothing came, he knew he was once again stuck playing one of this man's sick fucking games. Angrily but obediently, he opened his lips in a silent plea for more.
“What is it?” he heard the man's mocking tone, enough to make him grimace and shiver in disgust.
“Please,” Kyo called out softly, the pain in his stomach twisting unbearably as he offered a faint groan. It was absolutely intolerable to have to beg for food, all because some stupid bastard got their rocks off whenever they tortured him. He wasn't a dog, he shouldn't be treated this way! But God damn it, he had to eat. “Please, may I have another piece? Please?” he tried making his tone as pleading as possible without having to suffer any more humiliation. He felt like he went through enough for one day. He was exhausted and starved.
“Such a good boy. You're learning so fast. You'll be walking around in no time,” his captor spoke with the same proud tone an owner would have for their prized show dog. This idea of master and bitch only intensified as he felt the man's hand on him, stroking the strands of blonde with the utmost affection.
But he wasn't going to complain or scream or fight, not when another piece of apple was offered t him and pushed into his mouth. Kyo eagerly munched on the treat as if he had been offered the finest of caviar. Swallowing the piece of fruit, he asked meekly for yet another slice, and the cycle began. Kyo would finish a small piece, then beg his captor for yet another slice. It was the most humiliating process Kyo had ever gone through. The only solace being the brief interlude of water he receive unexpectedly before he would have to start begging once again. It felt like ages before the hole in his stomach was filled and he finally announced that he was done with his pathetic excuse for a meal.
“How do you feel?” the man asked, continuing to pet the chained animal that was the vocalist of Dir en grey,
Nauseous. His stomach pained him immensely and he felt as if he needed to eat more, even though he was aware of the fact his body could not handle it. He wanted to vomit and yet eat at the same time. But instead of lamenting all his ailments he simply replied with a coarse, “Fine.”
“Good, I'm glad. I'll leave you to rest. Then we'll see how you behave tomorrow. Good night.”
To his surprise Kyo felt a pair of lips on his and he immediately turned away, completely forgetting his initial plan of being complacent. He growled threateningly, behaving every bit like the animal he was being treated like. How dare this man kiss him? He could stomach the caresses, he could choke down the disgust of the gropes, he could even go so far as to tolerate being jerked off on, but he would never, ever stomach kissing this man. That was an intimate gesture saved for someone he'd love, not some sick fanatic. Hell, he didn't even kiss groupies when he fucked them, so why would he kiss this bastard?
“Leave,” Kyo demanded, voice full of hate.
There was no hit or screaming that followed. Only angry foot steps, the slamming of a door, and cold, unadulterated nothing.
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