Lost 2: training.
#1 of Lost
Lost 2
Disclaimer: under 18. get out. This is meant for us "Adults"
Oh well whatever, can't stop you.
Pain......his arms hurt....his legs....everywhere........
He slowly opened his eyes, the former sparkling ruby/brown orbs puffy and matted with tears as he tried to get up, but whimpered and dropped back don as pain shot up from his broken pelvis.
Looking about...a small wooden hut, tiny room with only a fireplace and a bed, and.....his body covered in white comforter.
Downward, his gaze traveled, and saw his footpaws, bruised and the right one slightly bent out of shape, he began to remember why...
'Blackwargreymon? B....but I thought he was....FUCK .m...my head..'
A stumble, and a cry of pain as he was knocked down, then another...and another...
Grateful darkness, then rude awakening of yet more pain....
'oh god h...he's gonna kill me if h....he.....AHHHHHH!'
That large cock, driving into his soft, vulnerable tailhole.....
And now, here.
Shaking his maw gently, wiping what fresh tears that welled, Flamedramon too kthe covers off with a shaky paw: although he healed rather quickly, that was nothing easy to recover from...
His torso, stomach, pelvis and legs, his entire upper and lower body covered in bandages aside from his tail, he still tried to move....but gave up after a few minutes of grunts and pants.
Lying back on the not-so-comfortable solid wooden bed, he sighed......cursing his fate yet again, tears rolling down his white cheeks as he stared at the wooden ceiling.
'why........why me.......why him......Davis....'
A pang of pain as he shifts, then, darkness.
Flamedramon jumped, sitting upright as a loud metallic object dropped into his lap, the physical pain forgotten momentarily as he stared at the black mound of muscle and sweat.
"clean it, and be outside the house in five minutes"
Few heavy footsteps, and the scent of Blackwargreymon was gone. Pity, if he had the strength, he'd have hurled the mask back at its owner.
He throws the mask away, growling softy, anger welling up inside him at both his powerlessness, and at his tormentor.
A few minutes later, another series of footsteps, and a soft growl...and the looming figure of Blackwargerymon stared down at him, the yellow eyes slits.
"it's been five minutes slave.....stand up"
He produced the best snarl he could manage, and a glob of spit at the bigger mon's snout, turning his back to him on the bed.
And a yelp as something large grabbed the back of his neck, lifting him like a cub into the air, leaving him to flail weakly.
"guess I've to teach you again.....first lesson. Do not disobey me"
"n.nga....ah.....f...fuck y....y....OOOMPH!"
A loud thump, and a whisper of scale against wood as Flamedramon slid back down from side of the house, where Blackwargreymon had thrown him, landing in a heap.
"Second, you speak ONLY when spken to" Louder growl, and a yank of his maw to stare back into those oh hateful yello eyes..how he'd wanted to gouge them out with a stick.
"Am I understood?"
".........screw you..." He yanked his maw away, whispering under his breath.
The mega stood up, tsk tsking as he give a swift kick to the champion's stomach, grabbing the unconscious boy, dragging him out of the room, then down a series of stairs...
Flamedramon sputters and spits at the cold liquid being splashed on him, trying to ipe his maw, then freezes as the sight.
It looked like a large dungeon...well no, half-dungeon and half-gym as he saw the various weight machines, and dumbbells, then his gaze panned to the right slowly as he observed whips and other bondage and/or torture equipment, giving a soft shiver.
And h elooked at himself, downward, his footpaws shackled to the stone wall about three feet apart, and by feeling, his paws above him, in a similar manner, and.....
Blackwargreymon put the bucket down, smirking at the bound teen (by digimon age), completely naked and the faint lighting from few candles making him look even more menacing, smiled..
"well hello there, sleeping beauty...."
"what do you wa...OOMPH!" A fist into his soft white stomach, and a series of wracking coughs.
"we'll start again. You will call me master, understand?" He wags a paw in front of his snout, the soft smile back again.
Flamedramon only gave a short growl and looked away, determined not to give in.
"*sigh* fine then, you chose the method pet" A series of shuffles, then he'd come back, depositing something in a heap underneath the flamedramon.
He looks up, confused as to what he means, then his eyes grow wide: The black monster was holding a dagger in a most peculiar shape of crisscrossing "X"'s
He almost spoke again, but held till as the bigger mon murred in appreciation, is left paw slowly roaming the dragon's chest.
"for a little slut....you've got some looks...who knows, maybe I'll promote you to my bitch."
He let out a yelp, as the strong paw squeezed is left nipple, than the right, gliding over his soft scales with just the right pressure, cuasing little shocks up his spine.
"please ...stop...." In the softest voice, the teenage mon whispers, scared in many ways.
"stop....what?"
This causes Flamey to look up, into those harsh, cold eyes again, staring blankly for a few moments.
"Let's try again, 'stop please, master' " He emphasized with a gentle rub of his developing abs.
The softest gasp escapes the blue mon's maw, and his inner courage returns, and growls in defiance, praying that the paw didn't go any lower.
But alas, it did: it slid over his slit, yanking a moan as Blackwargreymon traced the outline...
"last chance, say it."
"n....no....y...you're a m..monster"
The lightning eyes harden, and the paw retreats, a monet of silence, broken by Flamedramon's loud yowl of pain as the wicked dagger enters is right shoulder going through and into the brick.
Wordlessly, the mega's paws close around another, plain dagger as he rubs the tip against the panting teen's snout, relishing his terrified eyes as they gazed back at the ruby liquid sliding down his blue scales.
How he'd love to take those.......
He shovs the dagger tip , just at the mon's throat, and growls firmly
"do you ant me to stop?"
"y.....y....y*pant* yes..."
"yes....master" Another silence, once again broken by a yelp as Blackwargreymon backhands him, his right paw fumbling beneath the mon and grabbing a jar.
Flamedramon wouldn't have had time to wonder what was in the jar, his mind reeling from that slap, had only milliseconds to register the sharp pain of needle driving into the middle of his chest, just below where trachea met the lungs.
He panted softly, defiance mounting with the pain, as six more were quickly jabbed into his nipples, spot below his collarbones, and in his stomach, making an odd cross-shape.
The pain wasn't bad, it was only a needle....
Blackwargreymon grabs his maw again, lifting it ever so gently to kiss the tip affectionately, letting the confused mon mumble something as is paws grabbed yet more needles: these ones longer and thicker, about three times as much.
Flamedramon's eyes followed the black paw, until hs maw jerked up to let out a scream as it drove into his right knee. He stared as the unforgiving paw picked up a second one..
"n....no....no! m....master! I ...I said mast...AAHRRRGHHH!"
Yet another, to his left knee, and a pause, to rub the thrashing dragon's neck gently.
"there...you said it. Now back to lesson one. You will call me only master."
"...............yes...master" The flamedramon choked back a sob, and whispered through clenched teeth...letting out another, weaker scream and a thrash against his too-tight bonds as the needle drove into his left shoulder.
"w....wh..what the...i.....i SAID MASTER YOU g..GAAAAAAHH!"
Wide-eyed, he could only clench his eyes and shed is salty tears as the paw squeezed his slit, along with the internal testicles, only relenting after what felt like eternity.
He hung limp, slightly slumping as he panted, tears soaking his white and blue muzzle, as the dreaded voice spoke again.
"Very well....you'll be trained...only one punishment for today owever, you completed lesson one."
Another pat on the ead..like a dog, like a pet.....
With a loud snarl, Flamedramon pulled as much as he could, taking the mega's paw in is jaws, and biting down, resulting in a crunch and a howl of pain, followed swiftly by his left paw at his neck.
Flamedramon still smiled as he passed out, not hearing the series of curses and snarls Blackwargreymon spit out.
But alas, the darkness was too short-lived for the teenage dramon as a paw slapped him awake, making him wriggle against the cold steel and brick.
"Im adding a lesson. Lesson three, you will be hurt thrice more than what you inflict on others, me or otherwise."
His black finger overed over a yellow switch, oddly looking like a light switch....it was on a box....which...connected to....
"n...no...NO! NO PLEASE! MASTER!"
Poor mon couldn't finish, as jolts of electricity coursed through his veins and muscle, the car battery delivering its contents into the flailing digimon, needles working superbly as conductors as a shrill, loud scream emanated about a mile around the house.
Blackwargreymon watched, with a soft smile to his lips: he'd only found out few months ago he was machochistic: he really, REALLY enjoyed torturing. He let the electricity run for about half a minute, then turned it off.
The blue body calmed, and hung once again, completely devoid of any strength as his muscles spasmed, causing him to twitch and shake, tears and blood forming a tiny pool by Blackwargreymon's tools.
Hopeful relief...the thundering roar in his ears was gone now.....he couldn't see.....only....black as Blackwargreymon turned the candles out one by one, giving him a soft pet and a kiss on his limp snout before walking up the stairs, leaving Flamedramon still tied, still bleeding, and still twitching.
He began to cry...dry sobs that racked his body....moaning out curses at his fate....at hs tormentor....at life...... only ceasing when darkness engulfed him in sleep.
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Hmmmm...........yeah well I haven't slept for.....uh...let's see. About 20 hours? (that's a lot to me, im still 18 >: 3 and writing stories tire me out quick :O surprised I got this much done at all.)
Anyhow, hope you weirdos (like me) enjoyed this. I was going to put even more gore in...but I couldn't be that mean, just not who I am.
I welcome all comments and feedbacks.
Commissions done as well (Art/story trades preferred)
-Sleepy Ephy