Yoko's "Protection," Suichi's Suffering...

Suichi awoke in more pain than he’d fallen asleep in, coming to slowly. He felt sluggish and numb; his mind failing to register anything at all. He couldn’t feel his arms or legs but that fact didn’t worry him until a few moments later, when consciousness finally returned. Panic flickered in his breast; he was too disoriented still for it to grip him too hard.

The redhead whimpered again, his panic spiking sharply as he opened his eyes to complete darkness. Sensation was finally returning to the tips of his fingers and toes, too, working its way down his arms and legs millimeter by millimeter. His brain was returning to life, too, starting to try and process what was happening.

Where am I? Why can’t I see? Suichi realized he was blindfolded, not blind, when he could feel the cloth pressing firmly against his forehead and the bridge of his nose. Feeling returned to his wrists and to his eventual horror he could feel leather clamped tightly around each wrist as well as his ankles. Without feeling in his shoulders or hips he had no way of knowing where his arms were, but he heard the clink of steel and felt a tug against his other wrist. Handcuffs… the word sent a chill down his spine. Suichi could feel cold, hard cement under his feet. He was getting a nasty feeling he knew where he was.

Suichi waited, trembling, as feeling worked itself through his limbs and spread into his torso and abdomen. With a cry of terror he now understood his situation, and when feeling returned so did the throbbing ache in his breast. His arms were held above his head, cuffed together and attached to what the boy assumed to be the ceiling. His legs were spread and he couldn’t move them closer or farther apart and could feel the end of a pole pressing against each ankle. Suichi felt a small breeze and heard the creak of a door and shivered as the air caressed his bare flesh. Suichi could feel panic gnawing at him and hardly registered the approaching footsteps until a soft voice caressed his ears.

“So, sleeping beauty finally awakens,” it said, velvet smooth and dangerous. “Tell us where the fox went and this will be much easier on you, boy.”

“I don’t know. He didn’t tell me,” Suichi whispered raggedly. This isn’t fair…I’ve barely had time to absorb the fact that my Yoko has left me when the TCC shows up…

“Don’t be silly; of course he told you,” the voice purred, making the hair on Suichi’s neck stand on end. “I know it’s hard but think back to when he left…” Suichi could hear him prowling around him, like a lion. “You know, I know you do. You just need some…encouragement in telling me…”

Suichi tried to control his panic. “No! I really don’t know where he is! Please, you—“ He stopped, pain searing through him. He heard a loud whistle and heard the noise as the whip connected again, but he didn’t feel it until a second later. Suichi screamed, feeling blood running down his back. His tormentor struck him again, cleaving a third bloody stripe through Suichi’s otherwise flawless body and stars exploded behind Suichi’s eyes. “Please,” he sobbed. “I don’t know anything…”

Suichi heard a growl, and then felt a scorching tongue sliding up his aching back. He cried out, but the demon ignored him, hissing, “You lie, Suichi.”

The redhead knew that this demon would not believe anything he said unless Suichi provided the information he wanted. So he kept his mouth shut instead, refusing to acknowledge the question any longer.

“Answer me!” the demon snarled, dragging his nails down Suichi’s shredded back. When the boy remained silent save for another scream of pain, he dropped the whip in fury and stalked around the front. “You’re more stubborn than I thought… Most humans would have broken by now, but you… I see now that you will require a more drastic approach…” He ran his blazing tongue up Suichi’s cheek. “Here’s your last chance, human. Where is Yoko Kurama?”

Suichi remained silent, and the demon unhooked his arms from the ceiling, Suichi’s wrist clenched painfully tight between hot, strong fingers. He yelped as his arms were wrenched behind his back and retied there, and felt leather buckling around his throat.

Suichi was dragged after his mystery captor, unable to walk due to the pole between his legs. It was incredibly difficult to breathe and he could feel the cold cement floor chafing his feet as he was dragged harshly, to where he did not know.

Moments later he heard people, and whimpered as the indistinct chatter turned into snickers and jeers. They were laughing at him and egging his captor on. Suichi felt his face turn crimson and he yelped as his foot collided with something hard, sending throbbing pain up his leg. A door opened and a moment later Suichi fell forwards with a cry of fear, stopped finally by the tension on the leash. His feet left the ground to fall and hit it again. Stairs…he’s dragging me down a flight of stairs… Every time his bruised feet smashed against the stone Suichi cried out, tears running down his cheeks. The boy’s head spun from the constant pressure on his throat and he could feel the leather chafing his neck. It was a long, steep staircase, and after a moment the redhead couldn’t wiggle his toes anymore.

Finally the steps ended, but Suichi was not allowed upright yet. Dizzy and nauseous, he hardly noticed the clang of metal against stone and never felt himself jerked upright. His feet were numb now, and starting to swell. Suichi’s captor growled softly, hands running down the boy’s chest and hips, gradually dragging Suichi back into awareness.

“You will talk, human,” the soft voice hissed. “Now that you’re down here I’ve basically got permission to do whatever I please with you…”

I know that voice…who is this? The name danced teasingly in Suichi’s mind, just out of reach. He squirmed as one of those smooth hands caressed his nipple, tweaking and tugging, Suichi’s mind spinning with revulsion. Every cell of his body shrieked that this was a violation of his bond to Yoko: only his master was allowed to touch him. This was in defiance of one of the most basic laws of the universe. Even so, the boy let out a tiny moan, as his other nipple was attacked, tiny shock waves of pleasure countering his revulsion.

When searing heat attached itself to his nipple, the redhead felt his back arch and another moan wrenched itself from his bruised throat. His captor’s tongue teased each nipple briefly and pulled away, the cool air making Suichi shiver.

“You are so sensitive, Suichi,” that tauntingly familiar voice purred. “That will make things far more interesting…”

Suichi heard a clink of steel before pain assaulted him. His right nipple throbbed horribly as the clamp tightened, it’s points digging further and further into the boy’s sensitive flesh. Suichi shrieked, his head spinning again, and he felt blood trickle down his chest and stomach, to be captured by that intense tongue. Suichi felt his other nipple being slowly closed in another cruel clamp, and sobbed desperately.

“No…please…don’t…it hurts! Stop—“ Suichi blacked out for a second as the spikes bit into his other nipple and another scream ripped from his raw throat. The demon moaned, his erection pressing against Suichi’s thigh, and once more revulsion joined the pain that was beating through his body. He shuddered.

The demon shifted and ground his erection harshly against Suichi’s flaccid member. Suichi tried to squirm away, but inevitably felt himself rising fast, heat washing through him. He moaned, tears streaming down his face, hating himself for his weakness. His captor stopped, leaving Suichi hard and miserable.

“When I’m through with you you’ll be begging for my touch…”

The redhead yelped as smooth rubber slid up his ass. It started vibrating sharply, and he moaned, disturbingly reminded of that day Yoko had forced him into a chastity belt and vibrator. The feeling was driven home when a cap engulfed the tip of his cock, but Suichi’s tormentor was even eviler than Yoko; the cap vibrated, too. Suichi’s wail was mixed with a muffled laugh. Please…after all the times Yoko has pulled this trick on me he can’t possibly leave me here long enough to get a rise out of me.

Regardless, it was torturous, assailed at both cock and ass by vibrators, his nipples throbbing angrily, but Suichi endured it with little more than the occasional moan, his brain fogged by pleasure. He let himself be engulfed by the feeling, submitting to it, letting it overrun his mind. It was easier than fighting the urge, he had realized. This way he could remain under constant, intense stimulation for hours without begging once.

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Don't say I didn't warn you...