I wrote some serious weirdo kink for a meme...
So here's where i'm going to post it. It's supposed to be anonymous, but comments won't hold 3000 words so i'm SCREWED. Oh well...they'll get over it.
WARNING!!!
THE FOLLOWING FIC CONTAINS NON-CON, TORTURE, HUMILIATION, BONDAGE, BUKKAKE, GANGBANG, AND FOUL LANGUAGE.
PLEASE GOD, READ IT AT YOUR OWN RISK! I'M SO ASHAMED THAT I WROTE THIS.
It had been months since that fateful day in January, the seasons were passing with slow, cruel monotony…and one Yagami Raito had been imprisoned for all that time. Little had he known how very, very serious Near was when he said he would lock Raito up until the day he died, little had he known how awful it would actually be. A boring, desolate hole in the ground, cold, no windows, barely any light, barely enough food to survive…Near was a merciless captor. Each day was a struggle to see how long he could maintain his sanity, even though he started to give up on the idea that he would ever be free again…
The day began like any other, Raito opening his eyes to the same concrete walls, the same dripping of some pipe above him, little puddles of cold water forming on the floor to crawl towards him. He shivered, his filthy hair sticking to his face, not able to get it off due to the fact that his hands were bound. A day like any other, save for the quiet sound of voices approaching, making Raito’s curiosity peak.
He hadn’t ever had any visitors…even his food arrived in the dark when he was asleep, no human contact of any kind for months.
“He’s disgusting,” a voice above him, moving his head to a flashlight shining in his face, making him wince at the brightness. He hadn’t been out of this hole in so long, even the sight of this man, tall, lanky, unsavory looking, was a welcome sight. Perhaps Raito could talk to him, convince him to let Raito go free? He didn’t look too bright, quite stupid actually…it wouldn’t be hard…not at all…
“Cover this one’s mouth,” another voice, another man, shorter, rounder. “He told us that he’ll try to lie to us…”
He?
The gag came shortly afterwards, a sash of repulsive cloth shoved into his mouth, his eyes covered as well. Everything seemed to go very quickly then, his body forcefully shoved up a set of stairs, pushed into numerous walls, the scrape of rock against his face, splashes of blood staining his skin. Finally he was shoved once more onto a hard floor, trying desperately to rise to his feet only to find himself pushed back down.
“Remove the blindfold, please,” the voice came, a familiar voice. Raito’s pulse sped up without his consent, wincing away from the rough touch of one of the men who’d brought him up here.
The shred of cloth was removed and Raito opened his eyes, finding them widening at the sight before him. The room he was in was made of warm, neutral-colored stone, clean and empty with no roof…almost like a coliseum from the roman days. Around this auditorium of sorts was nothing but forest, the trees bursting with autumn colors. And there, about ten feet in front of him, was Near. He lay, sprawled on his side on a thick wooly looking blanket, a few toys laid out in front of him, his hair falling slightly into his eyes, obscuring them from sight. His expression was mostly blank as his tongue flicked out to catch the chocolate in his hand, a string of beads, charred and slightly blackened around his neck. Without a word he reached into a small bag that had been sitting to the side, pulling out two of those damn puppets, the ones he’d had that day, of L and Mello…putting them down in front of him.
“Begin,” his voice was small, Near’s hand rising up in front of him to push his hair out of his eyes, allowing Raito to see them. The sight of them made his blood go cold, his breath freeze in his lungs…
He didn’t have long to think about that though, because without warning six men walked in from the forest, some of them carrying objects that Raito wasn’t sure of. All he knew was that they were getting closer, and that they were here for him. His whole body was tense as the first of them bent down, running a long finger down his cheek, ending with a violent scrape down his neck.
“Mmmph,” Raito mumbled out, struggling against his bonds and the gag in his mouth.
“Remove the gag please,” Near said, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. “I want to hear it…”
“What is this shit?!” Raito spat out when the gag was removed, struggling even harder than before to get free of the ropes that held his wrists. “I’ll kill you!”
“That’s very unlikely,” Near said, his voice teasing, light, dangerous underneath. He glanced to the men and nodded towards Raito. “Gentlemen, please give my guest something to do with his tongue other than spout nonsense…”
With that two men came forward, one grabbing the back of Raito’s head, violently wrenching it backwards while another brought something that looked like a medieval torture device towards them. A metal ring the size of a silver dollar was unceremoniously shoved in his mouth, forcing it open even though he struggled against it, trying to bite the hand that held onto it. For his troubles he was hit hard across the face, the man holding his hair pulling the strands so hard that a few of them came out.
“What is this?” the hair-holding man said. “Pride? We’ll show you what happens to prideful boys.”
The metal ring was attached to a few straps of leather which were secured around the back of his head, firmly strapping them in place so that his mouth was held open. His eyes were wide open, sounds of protest leaving his gaping mouth as he was forced onto his back, the man who’d been holding his hair was now kneeling on his hands, digging his bony knees into Raito’s skin so hard that it caused tears to come to his eyes, hands clenching into fists. He was kicking a little now, but that was swiftly put to an end as well as another huge man stomped down on his ankles, forcing them down onto the ground as pain shot up Raito’s legs, making him yell a bit, garbled and slurred by the gag.
“You won’t be needing these anymore,” a man with a knife came forward, straddling his hips and slicing his shirt off, not careful of Raito’s skin in the least, making long slashes across his stomach and chest. The pain was bad, but nothing too outrageous…if this was the worst they had then he’d be fine. Though as he looked over at Near who was slowly rocking the L puppet from side to side as he watched the spectacle, Raito had his doubts that this would be the end.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead at the thought, his breathing speeding up, coming out in pants through his wide mouth. What was this…some kind of sick torture? He’d been left alone this entire time, why now was Near coming to do this? Raito had thought he’d just be left to die. He’d never, in his wildest imagination, thought that the albino would do something this sick. He wouldn’t allow it to break him…he wouldn’t allow it…
“Bring me the hammer,” the man with the knife said, leaning down to lick a clean line across Raito’s cheek, eventually spitting in his face, the line of saliva rolling down into his open mouth. He would have spit it back out if he could, but the gag was effectively doing its work. He could do no more than watch. Wait…hammer?! Raito’s eyes bugged out slightly, watched as another man took off his shirt and came to join the other three. A hammer, pliers and a few nails were put onto the ground next to his head, allowing him to get a good look at them.
The men looked at each other, communicating something that Raito didn’t understand, and the pliers were picked up. His right nipple was harshly gripped after that, twisted until he cried out as it was pulled upwards, a rusted (he hadn’t noticed they were rusted before) nail placed against it. With a sickening smile the man straddling his waist quickly grabbed up the hammer and swung downward, forcing the nail through Raito’s nipple with a nauseating sound. The pliers let go of their grip as Raito struggled against the pain, trying to kick, to get away, but he was trapped. Blood ran down his chest, the rust burning in his skin, somehow made worse by the way the men were laughing, one of them bobbing the nail around with his finger as Raito yelled and squirmed.
“Do the other one Corne!” one of the men to the side called, his voice laced with amusement. “Give him a matching pair!”
Raito screamed through the gag, screams of protest, screams of pain as his other nipple received the same treatment. How long would they torture him? What else did they have in mind? Near’s face was still blank across the floor from him, the boy still watching intently, his eyes glittering with…something…something Raito was too confused and scared to identify. Would they kill him?
“Hands and knees,” Near said suddenly, the men all looking at him, then breaking out into laughter. Apparently this is what they’d been waiting for, and Raito found himself being turned around, blood from his chest dripping down onto the ground as his arms, still bound together, were stretched in front of him with chains. The chains were attached to metal rings in the ground along with his ankles which were bound to similar rings, effectively keeping him on his hands and knees. No matter how much he struggled he couldn’t get free, and the pain in his chest wasn’t helping matters, nor was the knife slicing through his pants, leaving him completely exposed. All the men were gathering around now, Near still simply watching…those dark eyes taking in everything..
“I love that open mouth boy,” one of the men, a redhead, walked up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock, Raito trying to back up but not having any success. “I bet you’re going to love this…I bet you’ll love me fucking your mouth.”
Raito shook his head, trying to forcing his mouth closed, but the gag wasn’t allowing it, instead only digging into his gums, making his mouth bleed. The blood rolled down his chin as the man shoved his dick into his mouth, making sounds of pleasure as he began moving in and out. Raito could feel tears welling up in his eyes, refusing to let them fall, his gag reflex producing retching sounds in his throat. He was going to throw up…he was going to throw up…
“Don’t you puke on my dick bitch!” the man yelled, slapping Raito across the face, once, twice, hard, harder, until his cheek was on fire. “You like that? Give him something else to like Mccullen.”
The man continued to fuck his mouth as another slid between his legs on his back, his pants gone, and reached upwards, his teeth grabbing the nails in Raito’s nipples, tugging them a few times, making Raito scream around the cock between his lips. Another man came up behind him and Raito could feel something against his asshole, making sounds of fear and squirming at the contact. No, no, no, no…not that…they couldn’t do that…
But they did, without warning and without restraint, pushing into him, tearing and scraping even as Raito screamed, loudly, around dick, until he felt himself pushed downward. The entire world was pain and humiliation, the entire world was narrowing down, he was going to die…Near was killing him…
“Don’t hog him Jones! I want in on it!” the man below him said, laughing, and pulled Raito’s legs further apart, making his hips feel like they were going to disjoint. Soon he was pushing inside Raito as well, tears finally flowing, not able to stop them, the two men forcing themselves inside his body as blood rolled down his thighs. They weren’t going quickly, and they didn’t have to…it was enough. He was bleeding, his ass felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside…maybe it was…it probably was.
He was dying…he was sure of it. His screams were never-ending as all of his orifices were violently assaulted. Surely this was enough…wasn’t this enough?
“You look real pretty there,” another man came forward, licking a line down his spine. No pleasure came from it, but he could feel the man standing over his back, reaching around to grab Raito’s cock in his hand and pull on it a few times. “Gonna get you good and hard…don’t want you to miss out on the fun.”
All the men laughed, including the two who were sitting apart from the rest of the group. They were both sitting with their pants open, fisting their erections in big hands as they watched the disgusting display. Raito could only wonder when they’d join in, he could only imagine what they had planned for him.
He would have imagined it, if he hadn’t been in so much pain.
“Errg…yeeeahh,” the man who was assaulting his mouth grunted, his head thrown back in pleasure. A moment later he was pulling out of Raito‘s mouth, hot lines of semen spurting all over his face, getting in his eyes, burning like nothing he’d ever felt before. He shook his head to get rid of the stuff, but it was sticky, and he couldn’t get it off. Couldn’t get it off…couldn’t get rid of it…he felt so disgusting…especially when he felt himself go hard, the men in his ass hitting some spot inside him that he couldn’t control. Would he orgasm like this? Could he possibly? He felt them hit it again, his voice calling out, blood pooling everywhere.
He felt hot all over, sticky from blood and the sweat of the men who were pushing into him, now moving faster, now getting close to their own climax, grunting and cussing with each push. Everything was narrowing down, he could feel his mind snapping, his voice screaming until he thought surely it would break. And still they didn’t stop, still they continued. One of the men who had been sitting on the side quickly walked forward, coming directly into Raito’s mouth, the taste of it making him sick, even as he screamed in pain. No more…no more…
“I think he liked that, come over here and give him some more Beurig!”
The other man who’d been pleasuring himself came forward, slapping his cock against Raito’s face as he orgasmed, lines of semen shooting all over his filthy hair. He could barely see now through the come, the stuff was sticking to his eyelashes, dripping down his face, all over him. How much more was there? How much more?!
It didn’t take too much longer for the other two men to come, his ass feeling as though it might explode, the both of them pulling out as their come mixed together with the endless amounts of blood and ran down Raito’s thighs. He felt boneless, his body was screaming in pain as they unchained him and turned him over, the man who’d been standing above him never stopping in his ministrations on Raito’s cock. A pair of hands reached forward to grab the nails in his nipples as another stoked his cock, violently gripping the metal in his flesh and pulling it until the pair ripped free. Raito’s voice, howling and shrieking, must have been something like a wounded animal. He could hear nothing but that and the pounding in his ears, the laughter of the men as he screamed and made pleading noises. Anything for it to stop…anything. And still the man stroked his dick, still he expected a reaction. Raito felt the pressure of orgasm approaching but none of the pleasure…there was no pleasure, only incredible pain, only the sound of his voice screaming into the forest over and over, louder and louder until it finally broke…ending in pathetic whimpers…
And then he came, but even that offered no real release, only more humiliation, only more pain…everything was pain, his vision was blurred with it…
“Enough,” he heard through the pain, his voice reduced to whimpers. Near had stood up, his hands at his side, his head cocked to the side as if contemplating his next move. He put his arm up slightly and someone came forward whom Raito didn’t recognize, placing a latex glove on Near’s hand before the snowy blonde came forward.
His footsteps were slow as he approached, kneeling down, careful to avoid the puddles of come and blood that were trickling everywhere. The corner of his mouth quirked upwards as he ran two fingers through the come on Raito’s stomach, shoving those same fingers into Raito’s mouth, making sure to force them so far down that Raito’s head was pushed backward.
“These men…they‘re all criminals,” Near whispered when he pulled back, leaning down so that his eyes were all Raito could see. “I didn’t even have to pay them to get them to do this. I promised them only your body…and they all accepted. Is that the rotten core of humanity that you were trying to stamp out?”
Near’s eyes glittered, pulling off the latex glove with a disgusted look and let it fall on Raito’s face. Turning to the six men, Near’s voice was quiet. “Clean him up and bring in the doctor I hired…wouldn’t want to break his body would we?”
As he walked away, Near bent down and picked up the two puppets, kissing each one in turn, his eyes all for Raito. “See you in the spring Kira,” he said, biting down on his bottom lip with a wicked grin.
And the god of the new world shivered…afraid of the coming spring renewal…
WARNING!!!
THE FOLLOWING FIC CONTAINS NON-CON, TORTURE, HUMILIATION, BONDAGE, BUKKAKE, GANGBANG, AND FOUL LANGUAGE.
PLEASE GOD, READ IT AT YOUR OWN RISK! I'M SO ASHAMED THAT I WROTE THIS.
It had been months since that fateful day in January, the seasons were passing with slow, cruel monotony…and one Yagami Raito had been imprisoned for all that time. Little had he known how very, very serious Near was when he said he would lock Raito up until the day he died, little had he known how awful it would actually be. A boring, desolate hole in the ground, cold, no windows, barely any light, barely enough food to survive…Near was a merciless captor. Each day was a struggle to see how long he could maintain his sanity, even though he started to give up on the idea that he would ever be free again…
The day began like any other, Raito opening his eyes to the same concrete walls, the same dripping of some pipe above him, little puddles of cold water forming on the floor to crawl towards him. He shivered, his filthy hair sticking to his face, not able to get it off due to the fact that his hands were bound. A day like any other, save for the quiet sound of voices approaching, making Raito’s curiosity peak.
He hadn’t ever had any visitors…even his food arrived in the dark when he was asleep, no human contact of any kind for months.
“He’s disgusting,” a voice above him, moving his head to a flashlight shining in his face, making him wince at the brightness. He hadn’t been out of this hole in so long, even the sight of this man, tall, lanky, unsavory looking, was a welcome sight. Perhaps Raito could talk to him, convince him to let Raito go free? He didn’t look too bright, quite stupid actually…it wouldn’t be hard…not at all…
“Cover this one’s mouth,” another voice, another man, shorter, rounder. “He told us that he’ll try to lie to us…”
He?
The gag came shortly afterwards, a sash of repulsive cloth shoved into his mouth, his eyes covered as well. Everything seemed to go very quickly then, his body forcefully shoved up a set of stairs, pushed into numerous walls, the scrape of rock against his face, splashes of blood staining his skin. Finally he was shoved once more onto a hard floor, trying desperately to rise to his feet only to find himself pushed back down.
“Remove the blindfold, please,” the voice came, a familiar voice. Raito’s pulse sped up without his consent, wincing away from the rough touch of one of the men who’d brought him up here.
The shred of cloth was removed and Raito opened his eyes, finding them widening at the sight before him. The room he was in was made of warm, neutral-colored stone, clean and empty with no roof…almost like a coliseum from the roman days. Around this auditorium of sorts was nothing but forest, the trees bursting with autumn colors. And there, about ten feet in front of him, was Near. He lay, sprawled on his side on a thick wooly looking blanket, a few toys laid out in front of him, his hair falling slightly into his eyes, obscuring them from sight. His expression was mostly blank as his tongue flicked out to catch the chocolate in his hand, a string of beads, charred and slightly blackened around his neck. Without a word he reached into a small bag that had been sitting to the side, pulling out two of those damn puppets, the ones he’d had that day, of L and Mello…putting them down in front of him.
“Begin,” his voice was small, Near’s hand rising up in front of him to push his hair out of his eyes, allowing Raito to see them. The sight of them made his blood go cold, his breath freeze in his lungs…
He didn’t have long to think about that though, because without warning six men walked in from the forest, some of them carrying objects that Raito wasn’t sure of. All he knew was that they were getting closer, and that they were here for him. His whole body was tense as the first of them bent down, running a long finger down his cheek, ending with a violent scrape down his neck.
“Mmmph,” Raito mumbled out, struggling against his bonds and the gag in his mouth.
“Remove the gag please,” Near said, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. “I want to hear it…”
“What is this shit?!” Raito spat out when the gag was removed, struggling even harder than before to get free of the ropes that held his wrists. “I’ll kill you!”
“That’s very unlikely,” Near said, his voice teasing, light, dangerous underneath. He glanced to the men and nodded towards Raito. “Gentlemen, please give my guest something to do with his tongue other than spout nonsense…”
With that two men came forward, one grabbing the back of Raito’s head, violently wrenching it backwards while another brought something that looked like a medieval torture device towards them. A metal ring the size of a silver dollar was unceremoniously shoved in his mouth, forcing it open even though he struggled against it, trying to bite the hand that held onto it. For his troubles he was hit hard across the face, the man holding his hair pulling the strands so hard that a few of them came out.
“What is this?” the hair-holding man said. “Pride? We’ll show you what happens to prideful boys.”
The metal ring was attached to a few straps of leather which were secured around the back of his head, firmly strapping them in place so that his mouth was held open. His eyes were wide open, sounds of protest leaving his gaping mouth as he was forced onto his back, the man who’d been holding his hair was now kneeling on his hands, digging his bony knees into Raito’s skin so hard that it caused tears to come to his eyes, hands clenching into fists. He was kicking a little now, but that was swiftly put to an end as well as another huge man stomped down on his ankles, forcing them down onto the ground as pain shot up Raito’s legs, making him yell a bit, garbled and slurred by the gag.
“You won’t be needing these anymore,” a man with a knife came forward, straddling his hips and slicing his shirt off, not careful of Raito’s skin in the least, making long slashes across his stomach and chest. The pain was bad, but nothing too outrageous…if this was the worst they had then he’d be fine. Though as he looked over at Near who was slowly rocking the L puppet from side to side as he watched the spectacle, Raito had his doubts that this would be the end.
Beads of sweat formed on his forehead at the thought, his breathing speeding up, coming out in pants through his wide mouth. What was this…some kind of sick torture? He’d been left alone this entire time, why now was Near coming to do this? Raito had thought he’d just be left to die. He’d never, in his wildest imagination, thought that the albino would do something this sick. He wouldn’t allow it to break him…he wouldn’t allow it…
“Bring me the hammer,” the man with the knife said, leaning down to lick a clean line across Raito’s cheek, eventually spitting in his face, the line of saliva rolling down into his open mouth. He would have spit it back out if he could, but the gag was effectively doing its work. He could do no more than watch. Wait…hammer?! Raito’s eyes bugged out slightly, watched as another man took off his shirt and came to join the other three. A hammer, pliers and a few nails were put onto the ground next to his head, allowing him to get a good look at them.
The men looked at each other, communicating something that Raito didn’t understand, and the pliers were picked up. His right nipple was harshly gripped after that, twisted until he cried out as it was pulled upwards, a rusted (he hadn’t noticed they were rusted before) nail placed against it. With a sickening smile the man straddling his waist quickly grabbed up the hammer and swung downward, forcing the nail through Raito’s nipple with a nauseating sound. The pliers let go of their grip as Raito struggled against the pain, trying to kick, to get away, but he was trapped. Blood ran down his chest, the rust burning in his skin, somehow made worse by the way the men were laughing, one of them bobbing the nail around with his finger as Raito yelled and squirmed.
“Do the other one Corne!” one of the men to the side called, his voice laced with amusement. “Give him a matching pair!”
Raito screamed through the gag, screams of protest, screams of pain as his other nipple received the same treatment. How long would they torture him? What else did they have in mind? Near’s face was still blank across the floor from him, the boy still watching intently, his eyes glittering with…something…something Raito was too confused and scared to identify. Would they kill him?
“Hands and knees,” Near said suddenly, the men all looking at him, then breaking out into laughter. Apparently this is what they’d been waiting for, and Raito found himself being turned around, blood from his chest dripping down onto the ground as his arms, still bound together, were stretched in front of him with chains. The chains were attached to metal rings in the ground along with his ankles which were bound to similar rings, effectively keeping him on his hands and knees. No matter how much he struggled he couldn’t get free, and the pain in his chest wasn’t helping matters, nor was the knife slicing through his pants, leaving him completely exposed. All the men were gathering around now, Near still simply watching…those dark eyes taking in everything..
“I love that open mouth boy,” one of the men, a redhead, walked up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock, Raito trying to back up but not having any success. “I bet you’re going to love this…I bet you’ll love me fucking your mouth.”
Raito shook his head, trying to forcing his mouth closed, but the gag wasn’t allowing it, instead only digging into his gums, making his mouth bleed. The blood rolled down his chin as the man shoved his dick into his mouth, making sounds of pleasure as he began moving in and out. Raito could feel tears welling up in his eyes, refusing to let them fall, his gag reflex producing retching sounds in his throat. He was going to throw up…he was going to throw up…
“Don’t you puke on my dick bitch!” the man yelled, slapping Raito across the face, once, twice, hard, harder, until his cheek was on fire. “You like that? Give him something else to like Mccullen.”
The man continued to fuck his mouth as another slid between his legs on his back, his pants gone, and reached upwards, his teeth grabbing the nails in Raito’s nipples, tugging them a few times, making Raito scream around the cock between his lips. Another man came up behind him and Raito could feel something against his asshole, making sounds of fear and squirming at the contact. No, no, no, no…not that…they couldn’t do that…
But they did, without warning and without restraint, pushing into him, tearing and scraping even as Raito screamed, loudly, around dick, until he felt himself pushed downward. The entire world was pain and humiliation, the entire world was narrowing down, he was going to die…Near was killing him…
“Don’t hog him Jones! I want in on it!” the man below him said, laughing, and pulled Raito’s legs further apart, making his hips feel like they were going to disjoint. Soon he was pushing inside Raito as well, tears finally flowing, not able to stop them, the two men forcing themselves inside his body as blood rolled down his thighs. They weren’t going quickly, and they didn’t have to…it was enough. He was bleeding, his ass felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside…maybe it was…it probably was.
He was dying…he was sure of it. His screams were never-ending as all of his orifices were violently assaulted. Surely this was enough…wasn’t this enough?
“You look real pretty there,” another man came forward, licking a line down his spine. No pleasure came from it, but he could feel the man standing over his back, reaching around to grab Raito’s cock in his hand and pull on it a few times. “Gonna get you good and hard…don’t want you to miss out on the fun.”
All the men laughed, including the two who were sitting apart from the rest of the group. They were both sitting with their pants open, fisting their erections in big hands as they watched the disgusting display. Raito could only wonder when they’d join in, he could only imagine what they had planned for him.
He would have imagined it, if he hadn’t been in so much pain.
“Errg…yeeeahh,” the man who was assaulting his mouth grunted, his head thrown back in pleasure. A moment later he was pulling out of Raito‘s mouth, hot lines of semen spurting all over his face, getting in his eyes, burning like nothing he’d ever felt before. He shook his head to get rid of the stuff, but it was sticky, and he couldn’t get it off. Couldn’t get it off…couldn’t get rid of it…he felt so disgusting…especially when he felt himself go hard, the men in his ass hitting some spot inside him that he couldn’t control. Would he orgasm like this? Could he possibly? He felt them hit it again, his voice calling out, blood pooling everywhere.
He felt hot all over, sticky from blood and the sweat of the men who were pushing into him, now moving faster, now getting close to their own climax, grunting and cussing with each push. Everything was narrowing down, he could feel his mind snapping, his voice screaming until he thought surely it would break. And still they didn’t stop, still they continued. One of the men who had been sitting on the side quickly walked forward, coming directly into Raito’s mouth, the taste of it making him sick, even as he screamed in pain. No more…no more…
“I think he liked that, come over here and give him some more Beurig!”
The other man who’d been pleasuring himself came forward, slapping his cock against Raito’s face as he orgasmed, lines of semen shooting all over his filthy hair. He could barely see now through the come, the stuff was sticking to his eyelashes, dripping down his face, all over him. How much more was there? How much more?!
It didn’t take too much longer for the other two men to come, his ass feeling as though it might explode, the both of them pulling out as their come mixed together with the endless amounts of blood and ran down Raito’s thighs. He felt boneless, his body was screaming in pain as they unchained him and turned him over, the man who’d been standing above him never stopping in his ministrations on Raito’s cock. A pair of hands reached forward to grab the nails in his nipples as another stoked his cock, violently gripping the metal in his flesh and pulling it until the pair ripped free. Raito’s voice, howling and shrieking, must have been something like a wounded animal. He could hear nothing but that and the pounding in his ears, the laughter of the men as he screamed and made pleading noises. Anything for it to stop…anything. And still the man stroked his dick, still he expected a reaction. Raito felt the pressure of orgasm approaching but none of the pleasure…there was no pleasure, only incredible pain, only the sound of his voice screaming into the forest over and over, louder and louder until it finally broke…ending in pathetic whimpers…
And then he came, but even that offered no real release, only more humiliation, only more pain…everything was pain, his vision was blurred with it…
“Enough,” he heard through the pain, his voice reduced to whimpers. Near had stood up, his hands at his side, his head cocked to the side as if contemplating his next move. He put his arm up slightly and someone came forward whom Raito didn’t recognize, placing a latex glove on Near’s hand before the snowy blonde came forward.
His footsteps were slow as he approached, kneeling down, careful to avoid the puddles of come and blood that were trickling everywhere. The corner of his mouth quirked upwards as he ran two fingers through the come on Raito’s stomach, shoving those same fingers into Raito’s mouth, making sure to force them so far down that Raito’s head was pushed backward.
“These men…they‘re all criminals,” Near whispered when he pulled back, leaning down so that his eyes were all Raito could see. “I didn’t even have to pay them to get them to do this. I promised them only your body…and they all accepted. Is that the rotten core of humanity that you were trying to stamp out?”
Near’s eyes glittered, pulling off the latex glove with a disgusted look and let it fall on Raito’s face. Turning to the six men, Near’s voice was quiet. “Clean him up and bring in the doctor I hired…wouldn’t want to break his body would we?”
As he walked away, Near bent down and picked up the two puppets, kissing each one in turn, his eyes all for Raito. “See you in the spring Kira,” he said, biting down on his bottom lip with a wicked grin.
And the god of the new world shivered…afraid of the coming spring renewal…