Summary: Fifteen year old Takaba gets more than he bargained for when he's captured by Asami.
A/N: So this was gonna be a oneshot originally, but it would be too long. So it's going to be separated into short drabble like chapters so that I can update frequently and fast. Also, this is a series that consists of three stories. This is the first story.
Warnings/Genre: Underage. Rape. Torture. Abuse. Angst. Romance. Hurt/Comfort. OC's.
Pairings: AsamixTakaba, FeilongxOC
He eyed his new found prize like a predator to prey.
He allowed his golden orbs to soak in that glowing, unblemished skin. Smooth to the touch, purity, youth and innocence riddled every craves of his boy's body. His beautiful curves were easily exposed under the dim lamp, as the low heated light stroked every inch his nudity had to offer. His only imperfections as of present were the tight leather straps restraining him, digging into his skin, and leaving bright red marks. They restricted his movement, and spread his pale limps, allowing his captor to enjoy that view he'd been longing for.
The victim lay motionless on the bed, bound and restrained from any movement. His legs were roughly strapped and pulled apart, revealing his juvenile and unclaimed virginity. Through the opening from his thighs, his captor gazed hungrily at the forcibly spread asshole. Pink flesh rubbed against its spongy walls, twitching uncontrollably. A few inches above, his budding erections began, pouring out warm semen from the tip of his cock. Hot and wet, his shaft began to expand, ejaculating and sweating simultaneously.
Still eying his toy, the captor only smiled. It seemed that the drug was taking the needed affect. In a few minutes, his boy would be ready. He left the room for a brief second and returned with a bag. He rested it on a table that sat near the bed and began to open it, withdrawing its contents. He placed his tools on the flat surface and gazed over his prize one last time.
It brought him solace knowing that he'd be the one to pillage that adolescent body. He'd be the one to rapture the innocence that young Takaba Akihito had. And oh, would he do it slowly and painfully.
Fifteen years old wasn't too young for Asami, in fact, he believed it was the ideal age for the young boy to be taught a lesson. His prize delved into some business that didn't concern him, and it was only fitting that he'd pay the ultimate price. Asami gazed over the stripped body once again and rubbed a hand over that divine, defenseless skin.
He could see the boy's bright blue eyes hardly opened, as the drug began to stir his senses. He gazed at Asami with an indistinguishable expression. His pupils were distorted and unclear, as his lips quivered a bit.
His captor smiled and withdrew his hand. He was almost ready but not quite. Asami wanted Takaba to be perfect when he stole his purity.
Takaba could feel the binds on his wrists and ankles before he saw them.
As he peeled his eyelids open, the blurred image of a dimly lit room came into view. There was a light that hung over him, dangling weakly on its cord. For a second, Takaba was nervous that the light was going to fall on him. However, that fear was quickly diminished when he realized the dire situation he was currently intertwined in. He nearly screamed when he saw and felt his shameful position.
Currently, Takaba lay spread on a large white bed. There were leather binds and belts attached to his body, pulling his limbs in all four directions and applying pressure to sensitive areas. With every small movement he made, his restraints only got tighter and more uncomfortable. Eventually, after squirming around, he decided to give up, feeling the rough edges dig into his skin.
As he rested in absolute silence for mere seconds, a strange feeling manifested itself within the pit of his stomach. Deciding not to move, he only focused as the feeling grew stronger and stronger. Holding his breath, Takaba lifted his head just a few inches from the pillow. He looked down to observe where this sensitivity was coming from. His blue eyes eventually rested on his cock and much to his confusion, he was erect.
Automatically, he began to panic. If the shock hadn't hit him when he woke up, it began to hit him now. His heart began to race, and his blood began to pump faster causing his breaths to grow rapid. He had no idea where he was, and how he had fallen in such a situation. From what he could remember, he and his friends were just spying on a few suited men somewhere in Shinjuku. Takaba had taken a few pictures of what he'd seen with his camera, but that was it. Had he done anything wrong? Taking pictures wasn't wrong, was it? He and his friends were just having a bit of fun, celebrating their first successful semester in high school. He vaguely remembered walking home and being roughly blind sided by either a car or a person. Obviously he'd been captured, but why? He didn't understand what he'd done wrong!
Anxiety raced through his body as he began to shake uncontrollably in his binds. Tears began to form in his eyes and eventually they fell freely down his cheeks. This only prompted him to struggle even more, he didn't care that the binds were practically ripping through his skin. He just had to get out!
Break through! He made an impossible request, as he fought and fought against the thick leather. Don't let it end like this_ The door opened. Takaba froze like a rabbit as large silhouette hovered just outside the threshold. He stood there with his arms crossed, staring at Takaba like he was some type of meal.
The young teenager could feel the insidious air thickening within the room and almost automatically, he knew this man wasn't here to save him, help him, or comfort him. He could practically smell the evil emitting from that heavy shadow.
Feeiling nothing but pure despair, Takaba began to sob, uncontrollably. He didn't know if this man was going to sexually assault him, kill him or both. Something in his mind told him to go with his first option as he was practically displayed like some kind of prostitute or sex slave. Undoubtedly, that brought no comfort to him, and if anything, that made him feel worse.
He couldn't believe this was happening, if it was happening. Maybe it was just a dream, or a nightmare that he was stuck in. After all, he was only fifteen...just a kid! Who would ever truly find joy in doing something like this to a child? Sure, he'd been way too nosy, but after this, he was sure he wouldn't do it again.
Takaba felt his heart constrict when the shadow moved through the threshold and into the dimly lit clearing. There was a smile on this man's angelic face as he peered down at Takaba. His golden eyes observed the youth's canvas like body. He stood still like an artist, ready to paint a picture on his delicate untouched piece. Takaba still felt his own tears stinging his cheeks, as his mouth opened and closed yet not a single word came out.
“So the drug has worn off.” Was the first thing this man said. He ran a large hand through his dark brown locks, moving his bangs from his face temporarily. From what Takaba could see, he was a young gentleman. He had an ironically angelic face with harsh features. His eyes were focused like an eagle's, just waiting to devour its prey. His nose and lips were sculpted like the work of renown architecture, not a mistake in sight. As of now, his hair hung over his face just about. Takaba could tell that he put gel in it. He also wore a nice tailored suit. Mockingly, this man looked kind, almost approachable. One would never assume that he had an insidious nature. Takaba sure hated to be the one to figure that out.
“D...drug?” Takaba had stopped crying just a little bit, but his voice still cracked slightly. “What do you mean?” The man simply chuckled and reached a hand over a table. Takaba in the midst of his surprise hadn't seen it at first, and even now, strapped down and restrained, he couldn't get a clear view of what he was hearing.
“Takaba Akihito.” The man spoke, emerging into somewhat clearer view. “The freshman from the International Academy? You may not remember me.” He spoke, rummaging for something in his pocket. “But that's fine, because after this, I'll make sure you remember me. I'll make sure you never forget me.”
“Wait...” Takaba began to panic again. “Are you...are you one of the men I took a picture of? I'm sorry if I did...I...I didn't mean to! I was just having fun, I promise, I'll give you my camera and_”
“Just having fun?” The man repeated. “That's something we have in common. That urge to have fun. However, unlike you, I hardly allow myself to indulge in any 'fun' activities. I save my fun for special occasions you see. Occasions like...” A soft cloth rested on Takaba's nose, causing his head to feel light. “This.” Seconds later it was removed, only to be followed by a metallic gag forced into his mouth.
He wanted to scream and struggle, but that cloth had done something to his body. His heart began to speed, but his physical actions began to lag. It felt as if he was floating, just dangling in midair by a thread of yarn. In the distance somewhere, he heard a buzzing sound.
Seconds later, a cold, foreign objected parted his numb ass, and without warning, forced itself through his small, unprepared entrance. The feeling of utter pain and ripping skin, was followed by that of a strong, uncomfortable and continuous vibration. It jolted his insides, tearing and bruising the sensitive flesh within his cavity. Somewhere, Takaba heard himself trying to scream, he felt himself trying to fight, but his head was too light for him to do anything. His internal voice shouted and cried for the pain to subside, but only to no avail.
I don't want it to end like this. He thought with stray tears rolling down his eyes. I have so many dreams...so many friends....I don't want to leave everything behind.
“You look cute.” The stoic voice broke through his painful train of thought. Moments later, the gag was pulled from his mouth. “Are you enjoying yourself? Pet?”
Taking a few deep breaths, Takaba surprisingly found a weak yet desperate voice within the pit of his throat. “Please stop.” He silently begged. “Please_”
The vibrator dug deeper into his ass causing him to yelp. “Begging won't do anything for you now, Takaba. You are mine now.” The man breathed. “Get used to this lifestyle.” His voice took a dark turn. “Everything you knew before is gone. You are no longer a part of the life you lived prior to this. I control you, I control your life. Understand that if you want to survive.”
His words were eventually drowned out when the vibrator became to much. His captor was pushing to hard, drawing out blood and other fluids. Takaba felt himself cum for the first time in ages,and that white hot liquid burned his thighs as it poured down and mixed itself with the rusty crimson substance.
Before Takaba knew it, his conscience had left him.