Title - Sex Games
Part - 0/?
Author - Feilan
Warning - This fic might not be for sensitive souls, so if you can't deal with violence and rape then please just click the 'back' buttom. Thank you!
Genre - Romance/Angst/Drama
Pairing - Dark/Daisuke, mainly and then there's small amount of Krad/Daisuke/Satoshi.
Rating - M
Disclaimer - The usual, don't own, don't sue.
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NOTE: This prologue has been rewritten on the 27th of September, 2013. To any old readers finding this story again, you might notice some slight changes and added detail from now on. I will slowly work on the other chapters as well. For the purpose of reverting this story to my new writing style. I wrote this 6-7 years ago so well, I can't maintain the same style I had as a kid, I apologize. Events and situations wont be changed.
Summary: Dark is the high school prince, while Daisuke is the silent and mysterious boy whom no one seems to notice. Dark learns that some mysterious are better being left unsolved, but when was Dark ever the type to listen to reason? D/D, Yaoi.
Sex Games
Prologue
"Does it feel good when your daddy sticks his cock up your arse?!" The brown-haired boy asked mockingly while laughing at me. His little gang joined in, and shoved me back towards their leader when I backed away from the railing. They had cornered me on the rooftop of our school, blocking the exits left me with no escape routes, I was caught.
"Faggot!" The guy on my left sneered as he pushed me again.
These people were a sick and twisted bunch who took the simple act of bullying to a whole new level, and before today I would had never imagined just how much this cruelty of theirs amounted to. If only I had stayed home, if only Wiz wasn't with me, if only I had never become their target of the month. What did my regrets do for us though, nothing at all, I couldn't save Wiz all by myself against a group of eight. They had my full attention, because they had my weakness dangling by his ears over the railing, frozen in fear and looking down on the street below. Wiz was peeping in fear. I wanted to just jump at Keiji right then and there to fight for Wiz's life but then he would surely let go of Wiz, I couldn't take that risk.
"This little disgusting whore is looking at you like that, Keiji." One of the goons laughed somewhere behind me. "Perhaps he wants a ride."
A wicked smile spread across his warped face, and in his bottomless black eyes was a feeling that unnerved me greatly, it was not hate nor abhor of me - which is what alerted me the most. What did these bullies want from me? They could call me, all these disgusting nicknames they wanted, that didn't bother me the least, I could live with that, but this was beyond that now. There was no point of return left for me and I was forced to watch them threatening the life of my pet. What sick bastards. Sick bastards who would without qualms kill animals just for the fun of it. Wiz squeaked in panic, and I felt my heart break.
"Please, don't hurt Wiz…" I begged with tears streaming down my cheeks. I was crying in front of these heartless pricks and I felt so weak. Don't cry. Stop crying. Not in front of these people.
I couldn't hold back any longer, that tight lump of frustration and anger at being so helpless didn't help either. I cried, even though I had promised myself I wouldn't, not in front of them. I didn't want them to see my tears. The only thing that kept me from running away was Wiz, my only friend and pet.
"You're just so sick! You piece of shit!" Hands grabbed me and forced me down on the ground, flat on my stomach. I grunted in pain as one of them sat on top of me and held my arms down, and then I felt it. The boy was straddling my ass and had started grinding against me. Even through his jeans and my own, I felt his hard-on. Suddenly it all made sense. This sicko, and probably the whole group, was turned on by breaking their victims be it female or male. How many people before me had they sexually abused? They had no fucking morals at all, and there they were calling me gay? "M-mhn, he sure likes it Kei."
"Hahah, what a whore!" Keiji laughed in front of me, before he bend down near my face to whisper in my left ear, after making sure to keep Wiz out of my reach. "Hmm, Daisuke-chan was it. Did your mum commit suicide because you like to fuck men?"
I knew I was glaring, but then the freak on top of me ground me into the rough stone floor. "Nngh!" and forced a grunt from me, by nearly pushing the air out of my lungs. It was so painful, but to my bullies it sounded different I had no doubt.
"What a slut, you made him moan, Akai. Do it again!" Were the excited roar, and the others quickly joined in. "Take his clothes off already! He wants it bad!" and as if on command the bigger boy started tugging on my pants, earning him more attention from his comrades. Keiji remained near my face and smirked evilly and he bend down closer again letting his lips brush against my ear, breathing heavily. "You should have come with me when I was being nice, Red." he whispered so the other couldn't hear. "I would have made you feel better, why did you have to resist you fool."
The chill of horror travelled through my body as my pants were torn off. Keiji's words rang in my mind as I remembered where I had seen him before. It had been a few weeks ago when he had been following me around, randomly trying to chat me up and smiling like a fool...in love with me. No. No. No. This was not what I wanted to think about. Keiji didn't truly care for me in the least, this was nothing but a sick fetish he had where he took pleasure in tormenting his victims. The chill of horror travelled through my body as cold air touched my now bare legs. With a last tug, Akai had torn my pants off and had now gotten up but with a foot, firmly planted on my lower back. "I heard you use your rabbit in your sexual activities. You're just so sick, you know that?!"
"Why don't you go hang yourself! LOSER!"
"Give him back to me! He hasn't done anything to you, he's just a rabbit!" I managed to rasp out, but my voice was nearly gone.
"Yes, he's just a rabbit and we're doing him a favour by killing him so that you can't abuse him anymore, you psycho!"
Keiji, who were now standing again, held his hand out over the railing and Wiz looked at me sadly, but the peeps of terror had stopped, as if he had resigned to his fate. My tormentor gav a nod to the others as they pulled me up from the ground and pinned me to the wall. That was the last time I saw wiz alive, just hanging there, by his ears, in a loose hold. His red eyes were now looking at me as Keiji let go…
No...no...no. It wasn't true.
"NOOOO WIIIIZZZ!" I screamed, but it was too late. Little wiz fell to his death and nothing in this world could stop it. I felt their hold on my slacken and I flung himself at the railing, looking down at the hard asphalt street below where people had stopped up to look at the bloodied body of my dead pet. He couldn't possibly be alive after falling from fifth floor. My eyes stung again, and my vision blurred completely. I couldn't see the blood anymore, my tears blinded me and they wouldn't stop coming.
The next thing I remembered was a hard punch to my face that caused me to fall limply to the ground, my glasses broke as they collided with the hard stone floor and there I laid coughing and spitting out the blood that had gathered in my mouth from the numbing blow that had connected with the side of my head. The ground became wet and damp with my tears, and nothing they did caught my attention, I could only let it happen. Right then, Keiji kicked me in the stomach, sending me into a fit of coughs. I crumbled together in the corner as stings of pain spread through my entire body, a new flood of tears burned in my eyes and I was gasping for breath in between the unbearable muscle-cramps and constant flurry of punches and kicks aimed at my joints to stop me from moving. Only vaguely did I notice the ripping sound of my remaining bloodstained clothes being torn to pieces. Teeth cut through my lips where I had bitten my button lip hard as I tried to bear with the continuous kicks and punches all over me like a shower of rain. "He has cracked."
"Let's just fuck him then, as a parting gift."
"…N-no…please…don't do thi-" I tried to beg, but the response was a punch to my right eye. I could feel something different from tears, streaming down my cheeks, it was warmer, it was blood. A lot of it. Where did it come from? It hurt everywhere so I couldn't locate the wound, but one thing was sure...it was My blood. My whole body was now trembling furiously and a nasty bile rose in my stomach when I felt those dirty hands reach out for my last piece of clothing, my underwear. Touching me almost gently. It was disgusting. I screamed, hoping someone would hear me.
"Stop struggling, you want this." Keiji laughed as he forced my boxers into my mouth to prevent me from screaming. He forced my hands on my back and tied them mercilessly with my torn t-shirt and flipping me over. I used the remaining strength I had in my to hold my legs closed, but the others grabbed my knees and forced me to spread wide. I closed my wet eyes and refused to look at the pulsing organ lightly gracing own limp penis. Cringing I turned my face to the side. Only seconds after that I could feel a piercing pain as his warm and very stiff cock pushed at my entrance. It burned, and my eyes opened wide as Keiji's solid cock pushed past my ring muscle and embedded itself deep inside me. He groaned, and his face was next to mine, looking at me with those bottomless eyes again, before he let out a gasping breath on my neck where he buried his face, and sniffed me loudly. Stunned, I couldn't feel a thing, a second or two later I bit the cloth in my mouth as the pain washed over me with a vengeance, and then he ground his hips against me with a close but powerful push, without even pulling out before as if he attempted to go even deeper, and what I felt made me cry again. "Ahn." The tip of his cock was briefly touching something inside and it felt almost good despite the pain, but only almost, because it could never overwhelm my disgust and hatred for this guy. My stomach churned with revulsion and I felt like puking, as he moaned loudly like he actually liked what he was doing to me.
I hated it, I hated it all, every piece of this demon who moaned silently into my ear, using my body to get off on with his sick fantasies. "R-resist all you want... I will make you cum, Red... And then you will pay.. for rejecting me." I shivered, still aching as he pulled out slowly before crashing back in with a strength that tore a silent scream from my stuffed mouth. A hand grabbed my still soft dick and starting rubbing it in a somewhat gentle manner, as I fought back the urge to throw up again when the continuous thrusting began and all I felt was pain and warm sticky blood making the intrusion slicker. I closed my eyes again as I tried to block out the sounds of Keiji's pleasure. Pleasure in abusing me, pleasure from using my body, pleasure from seeing my pain. His cock rammed my prostrate by luck and my body reacted to it, and almost as if he had won some contest, he started eagerly jerking my now semi hard penis, it didn't feel good, not at all, I couldnt even feel it, but my body still reacted. Was I just numb? Whether that was a blessing or a curse I couldn't tell, but then he started aiming for my pleasure point and I felt a small part of me moan at the sensation.
If I wanted this to be over with any sooner, if I wanted to make him stop, I had to let him feel like he had won, and that's what I would do. I would make this sick fuck end. And I would live. He would have nothing on me anymore. Nothing to take from me, no Wiz, no virginity...the sick fuck probably thought I was a virgin somewhere in that fucked up head of his, and if that would help him get off faster then so be it.
My penis sent vague sensations of pleasure to the rest of me, amongst all the pain and I let myself slowly get worked to a breaking point by focusing on that slight feeling of dull pleasure, which was nearly impossible with the ache from it all nearly making me faint. I was certain I could feel his smirk against the side of my face as I let out low noises, escaping through the cloth so only he could hear. At this, to my surprise, Keiji almost began to tremble on top of me, and his voice had gotten guttural to my ears. His cock was moving faster, deeper and more desperately as he started to get over-excited and I knew he was trying to last a bit longer but I wouldn't allow it. So I tightened all I could and he went into spasms as he pumped my dick mercilessly willing me to release and I let it happen. No great pleasure, but I had ejaculated nonetheless and the liquid instantly trickled from my stomach and down my sides as he grabbed my ass, firmly yanking me back onto his whimpering cock that met me with a last rough, rippling thrust, and then it started pulsating uncontrollably within me. His balls were squeezed against my lower back from the proximity.
Seed filled me up, causing a strange discomfort in my abdomen, almost as much as his croaky moan against my neck. Keiji quickly pulled away from me, with a satisfied smirk on his sweaty, red face. I was sick from looking at them, I was hurting from the bruises, but the bleeding in my lower body was what I felt the most, but all I could feel really was my emotional pain, I thought of Wiz, and then I noticed, I hadn't stopped crying for even a moment as he raped me, I just couldn't keep up with my physical reactions anymore, in this world of hurt. "You slutty little thing." He put his dripping organ back into the confinement of his underwear and zipped his pants.
My legs were trembling all drenched with my blood mixed with the leftovers of his release, now seeping freely onto the stone floor. A couple of the guys looked closer, but I didn't have the energy to collect my legs. They should be leaving now that there was nothing to watch. If only I had known how wrong I was. "Who is next?" It didn't stop at that. I didn't how many it was, just that I was being used by all of them. I could no longer feel the pain as they raped me, fondled me, touched me, groped me and tore at me cruelly while my body was most vulnerable to them. I couldn't sense anything, I was too weak to notice as they finally dumped me like a ragdoll. I was thrown to the ground and some of the pain returned to my body only to disappear again as they broke me slowly.
The others kicked me, still, but the only thing I could feel was the warm tears mixed with blood spilling from my eyes as they left me lying on the floor, naked and cowering, with my head down.
"Look at him man! Slutty as fuck. He's a masochist." A voice taunted and laughter and other insults followed.
I believed my nose was broken, along with my left arm and right leg. My ankle appeared sprained and most of my limps were dislocated or were twisted in a normally impossible pose, I couldn't feel the pain from the rape, only the wet sticky feeling of blood and semen between my legs, but that wasn't the worst, I had probably broken a couple of my ribs too, my lungs ached and it was yet proving more difficult to breathe by the second.
Sometimes I wonder how I survived.
I just laid there for hours and no one came to get me, the pain had returned after a while and finally I fainted from the loss of blood…unfortunately destiny was cruel enough to let me live…but for what? More pain...?