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Zudomon sat on the bed, alone. BlackWarGreymon, the one who had been preparing him, had left the room for a few minutes, but those had become hours; and during those hours, Zudomon sat nervously, waiting for the inevitable time.

It had only been three days, but it felt like an eternity. The carefree life he had led so far was a lifetime behind him and all that was left was a toy; he was nothing more than a toy for the sick pleasure and entertainment of a sadist. But it was a good thing for him to accept it; to accept how he was ripped out of his life and tossed into a world of pain. The faster he dealt with it, the less it would hurt.

Right?

"It's time," Zudomon looked up at BlackWarGreymon standing on the door. The grim look on his face made Zudomon swallow. "Are you ready?" BlackWarGreymon asked.

"How can I be ready for this?"

"I know," BlackWarGreymon looked away in shame. "Just remember what I taught you and you should be-"

'Fine'? Was that what he wanted to say? How could anyone be fine in this situation?

"Just remember what I taught you"

Zudomon didn't feel particularly encouraged by those words, but got up nonetheless and headed for the door. He needed no encouragement, as he had already accepted this as his fate. And yet, a hand stopped him.

"I'm sorry," BlackWarGreymon tried to say one more time. They were true, heartfelt words, and Zudomon knew that. But the harsh truth was that it didn't change anything.

---

"He shows at last," Daemon said as Zudomon was left in a dark dungeon-like room by the guards. He could barely see and the air was heavy with an iron-y smell, but the worst part was Daemon's presence and how his voice sent a chill up his spine. It occurred to him that this was his first time actually meeting with the demon and he could now understand where BlackWarGreymon was coming from.

"Sir," Zudomon started with the greeting he had been preparing. "It is my honor and pleasure to be here to serve you"

"I beg your pardon?" Daemon said and even though he couldn't see, he felt him moving closer to him, almost like a winter breeze crashing against his face. "I assure you this is no honor, and you won't be feeling any pleasure"

With this Zudomon confirmed Daemon wasn't the kind of creature you can suck up to. Not that it came as a surprise, but it did come as a disappointment. He hadn't noticed his shoulders slouching in defeat until Daemon reached for them, rubbing them.

"Not bad," the demon said as his hands moved along the walrus' arms, feeling his muscles, reaching around to squeeze his pecs, to trail his abs, exploring his playground. A hand reached down and ripped off the black underwear that had been provided for Zudomon, exposing his flaccid, yet still impressive length. "Astounding," said Daemon as his hand squeezed the meat and the touch made it stir.

Zudomon's arms shot up and he felt an invisible force holding them. He looked up at the leather armbands the guards had put on him and saw strange signs and marks on them, shining brightly yet unable to light the room. One of Daemon's hands rubbed his raised arms while the other one clawed at his hardening cock, making him grunt as the burning sensation started.

"Quite sensitive," Daemon said to himself with a sick glee in his tone. "I like that," he moved away and Zudomon heard objects being put on a table. "Did you know most people prefer to make their victims sit down or lie down on a bed?" the demon started as the sound continued, probably picking up things to check them. "I personally think that a standing position is always optimal for maximum exploration, though"

A leather object touched Zudomon's back and he tensed as it travelled up his spine. Daemon walked around him and the leathery strap circled his body, reaching his chest and going up and down against his sensitive nipples, making him stifle a short moan.

"I feel talkative tonight," Daemon said as he reached forward and groped the walrus' chest, digging his claws just enough for small red welts to open and a pained grunt to escape his throat. "It's been a while since I had fresh meat like you. I wouldn't mind a bit of a... Let's call it 'introductory course', shall we?"

"I... don't quite follow, sir," Zudomon tried his best to keep his voice steady, but the demon's demeanor made it no easy task.

"Lesson one: Whipping," Daemon talked as if not hearing what Zudomon was saying, or maybe decided to explain by example; he wasn't in any place to worry about it, though. "Whips come in different sizes, you know? Short ones, long ones- It's your pick. Although..." the object rubbed against Zudomon's skin again, "short ones are better for," a swipe and Zudomon gasped at the sudden sting in his chest, "erotic purposes"

Zudomon swallowed. A whip didn't come as a surprise in the hands of Daemon, but a short one was new. It hurt, but felt different than the long one BlackWarGreymon had used; his breath deepened, and although he couldn't see he could feel his length stirring further.

"Good," Daemon giggled maniacally, leaving his position as a devil overlord clear. "Do you know what other things you can do with short whips?" Zudomon stared at those dull purple eyes, seemingly shining in contrast with the deep darkness around him, without so much as a reply. "I asked," Daemon said angrily, "do you know what other things you can do with short whips?"

"No sir..." Zudomon sighed.

"Tapping someone's balls, for example," the demon said and then proceeded to lightly whip Zudomon's heavy balls, making him wince and his cock twitch nonetheless. "It's good for teasing," he said with another tap that resulted on Zudomon gasping audibly and immediately biting his lip in regret.

A few more taps and Zudomon moaned and panted through gritted teeth, trying to deny that Daemon's actions aroused him, but his leaking length didn't lie, as hard as it could get and letting out a small gush of pre every time his balls were touched by the demon's whip.

The tip of the whip trailed up Zudomon's dick, his abs and chest until making it to his chin, lifting it so that he was seeing Daemon in the eye.

"Are you holding back?" Daemon asked and Zudomon only showed confusion. "You want to scream for more," Daemon clarified, "don't you?"

"I..." Zudomon started, but couldn't finish. Between his panting and his own doubts and denial he wasn't honestly sure what he wanted.

"Do you know why I don't use things like gag balls?" Daemon asked when the walrus couldn't finish his sentence and walked around him, rubbing his shoulders and feeling up his tensing muscles.

Daemon likes it when they scream.

BlackWarGreymon's words suddenly popped up in his mind.

Don't hold back, ok? Don't be a hero.

It was true that BlackWarGreymon had prepared him for this, and that he had to scream for Daemon. The problem wasn't the screaming; it was the moaning. He wouldn't moan. He wouldn't enjoy it...

"It's because I want to hear," Daemon said, getting Zudomon out of his haze. The tip of the whip rubbed along his butt, "I want to hear moans," and Daemon whipped it, getting a long, loud moan from Zudomon, "and grunts," he whipped his back, "and screams," he whipped his hard erection.

Zudomon screamed out loud and pulled at the bindings in his arms. His muscles contracted and tensed, begging for rest. His mind was overwhelmed with painful sensations and a strange feel of dread.

And yet, it was all overwhelmed by a numbing pleasure flooding his brain, slowly pushing everything else out. The sting in his skin and the burn in his length drove him to the edge. Stunned as he was one thing his mind could confirm: There was no point in denying he was enjoying this.

"That should be enough warm up," Daemon said. Zudomon only breathed in response, his wide chest heaving. His body fell hot due to the room's temperature, and yet cold due to the sweat clinging to his skin. Daemon's hand grabbed his pulsing cock and he closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the touch on his sensitive flesh. "We should begin with the big things, don't you think?" he trailed the base of Zudomon's cock and a sudden pressure made him scream more.

Daemon took a step back and a dark red glow on Zudomon's groin got smaller around the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly and making him pull at his restraints further and flail every body part that wasn't being held down. He gritted his teeth and grunted in a strange mix of unbearable pain and unrelenting pleasure as the light materialized into a black cock ring with shining crimson symbols on it that almost immediately disappeared. One more scream left his throat and almost at the same time it became a long, heavy panting. He was sweating profusely all over his body and the flare of pain had made him sensitive enough to feel every drop trickling on him.

"Oh! Butt plugs!" Daemon chirped suddenly and Zudomon could hear him rummaging through his belongings. "Magical ones are good," he said and a round-ish object rubbed against Zudomon's hole, making him jump in surprise. "Especially if the recipient is not used to it," Daemon continued with his explanation and started slowly pushing the object in, getting low moans and grunts from the walrus, "because it induces a lot of squirming"

The butt plug popped inside and Daemon stepped away. A second later Zudomon's eyes shot wide open as a sudden overwhelming sensation drowned his brain in what he could only describe as a sex craze. He screamed as jolts of pleasure traveled from the heating, vibrating toy in his ass and shot up his spine, and his whole body indeed started squirming and thrashing.

He screamed and moaned louder than before as the warmth spread through his body. His hardened erection jerked violently, but not even a single drop of pre came out and the pressure around the cock ring became big enough for the walrus to notice, yet it only added to his arousal.

A familiar burn burst from his chest and a pained yelp left his mouth, mixed with the moaning. "Seems to me you're having a good time," Daemon said, whipping across his chest again, then his abs, getting more moaning from the walrus. "Do you want to know a trick?" Daemon said at the time he whipped his chest again; a second time, grazing a nipple; and a final upward whipping at Zudomon's length. All of it made him pull at his bindings and scream in delight. "The key is getting your slave to sweat," Daemon continued, roughly groping the walrus' pec , pulling and making him moan, travelling from his shoulder, down his back and all the way to his firm butt, squeezing tightly, "because wet skin enhances sensations," he grabbed the other pec and dug his claws in, opening bright red welts on Zudomon's damp skin and making him yell. "Both painful and pleasurable ones," the demon's hand came from his back to his abs, clawing along the way and he finished with a harsh whipping at his cock, which only made Zudomon squirm more.

Zudomon just kept moaning when Daemon walked away again, unable to pant or properly breathe anymore as his ass was worked without interruption. He was too tired to keep squirming and the only thing stopping him from falling to his knees in surrender were the armbands.

Daemon looked rather disappointed and stroked the tip of his whip over Zudomon's length, trailing a single, pulsing vein. He reached the dry head, playfully poking the cumslit, making the walrus grunt, and then whipped the head, getting a pained yelp in response.

"Do you want to hear an ironic revelation?" Daemon said with a cold monotone that betrayed his earlier eerie joy. He toyed with his whip, twirling it a bit as he stared at the sweating, heaving mass of flesh that was Zudomon. "Of all things in the world, I hate masochists the most," he rubbed the tip of the whip against Zudomon's nipple again, making him wince in anticipation, but nothing beyond that happened. "The whole point of this is for you to suffer and for your screams to feed my own lust. And you're screaming the wrong way"

"I..." Zudomon tried to say. "I'm... I'm not a... masochist... sir..."

Daemon pinched Zudomon's nipple, twisted it and pulled, getting a pleasured scream from the walrus. He squeezed harder, pulled more, but it only made Zudomon's voice break as his cock jumped for release that wouldn't come.

"What do you call this then?" Daemon asked and Zudomon couldn't give him an answer. Perhaps he was a masochist; perhaps he was enjoying Daemon's torture; perhaps he didn't want it to stop. But at the same time he was in such pain he could barely stay up, and the demon would go on for hours. What was the right thing to do?

Daemon got impatient and Zudomon felt a tingling in his pec, around the nipple the demon had around his fingers, and not a second later a sudden sensation that made him scream out loud in lustful agony.

Electricity. Real, literal and powerful, coursing through his chest, making every nerve flare in delicious, teeth-clenching pain. From Daemon's fingers, the energy travelled down his body, mixing with that of the butt plug, paralyzing him, making him curl his toes and claw at his own palms as a contained breath left his mouth with a horny grunt.

Daemon let go of Zudomon's nipple and the walrus surprised himself when instead of relief he felt a longing for the torture to continue. He reached forward, puffing out his chest just enough to signal the demon to keep going. He bit his lower lip in anticipation as his body burned with the new, strange desire of being whipped.

"Precisely what I mean," Zudomon felt Daemon's hand resting on his chest and he winced in anticipation, but nothing came and he felt surprisingly disappointed. "This... eagerness is so unattractive," Daemon's hand trailed down and the walrus' nipples suddenly stung. "Such a waste too. A body like yours to break without a mind to go with it..."

Zudomon let out a quick yelp as something pulled on his chest, more specifically on his nipples, and the dangling of a chain reached his ears. Right then realization downed on him.

"Nipple clamps are good," Daemon whispered on his ear with that sultry tone back, but it only made Zudomon shiver this time. "But they get in the way during whipping, so I tend to refrain from using them," he pulled more and Zudomon's scream mixed with a tinge of a moan, but it was mostly pain what he felt. "But you need to be disciplined"

A harsher tug and Zudomon yelled out loud, stepping on his toes to keep the feeling of his nipples coming off out of his head. The invisible bindings on his arms kept him from moving too much, though, leaving his sensitive chest to the merciless whims of the demon overlord.

"Yes, that face," Daemon's hand reached to caress Zudomon's cheek as the walrus clenched his jaw and shut his eyes closed, twitching every time the demon pulled further. "Keep making that face for me..."

Daemon let go of the chain linked to the clamps, but it didn't fall. Instead, as if guided by the demon's dark magic, it kept slowly pulling Zudomon back. Daemon instead dedicated his effort on teasing Zudomon with the tip of his whip, rubbing along his muscular sides, walking around until he reached his back.

"Of course, clamps can be used when treating the back"

A strike on his back and Zudomon reared back with a pained scream from the strength on it. The clamps didn't relent while Daemon kept whipping him, however, and Zudomon was left yelling from the intense treatment his body was receiving. The magic from the butt plug hasn't stopped during this whole time and the original warmth had become an almost unbearable heat flaring at his skin, lighting his nerves into utmost sensitivity, making even the slightest brush from the whip an unbearable experience.

But among all, the worst was in his cock, the engorged member thrashing by itself, putting pressure on his crotch beyond anything the walrus had ever felt before. Every second that passed; every hit from Daemon's whip on his back was a twitch and a shot of seed denied, hoarding on his heavy balls, aching for sweet release.

Daemon gave one final whip and stopped, catching his breath and taking the chance to admire the heaving mass of muscle he had made of Zudomon. The poor walrus Digimon was panting painfully, barely able to keep his breath as his throat kept telling him to moan. Anyone else would've said he was at the edge, but Daemon was having too much fun to not try and push his luck a bit further. A snap of his fingers...

"GAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

...and a surge of electric current shot from the clamps and into Zudomon's nipples, travelling up to his brain, drowning it in pleasure and joy as his body trembled from the attention and the torturous teasing. His cock hurt like nothing else in his entire body and his balls felt like exploding, but it didn't stop him from humping as if it could let out the hot cum being held back by that wretched ring. Daemon looked at him desperately trying to climax and release the painful tension between his legs, and despite all he believed he just knew he couldn't waste an opportunity like this.

A second snap and the ring disappeared, and as the base of his cock was liberated Zudomon gave one final upward thrust and admired as his massive load was shot from his slit, all the way beyond his arms, only to fall back on his chest, arms and face. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum jumping and arching in the air to cover its owner white; practically an endless fountain, gushing for several minutes that felt like hours to Zudomon, falling on his body, his mouth and down his throat, momentarily drowning the thundering moans that boomed across the room.

Shot after shot found its way somewhere on the walrus' body, dripping down his arms, his abs, his legs and practically any skin on him and Daemon couldn't help his astonishment from the sheer amount of seed his heavy testicles could produce. Of course, it died down after a while, but it was a slow, almost imperceptible process. By the time the overflow had become just a small trickle falling on Zudomon's belly, the walrus was barely breathing, aking in only the air strictly necessary to live, and his eyes were so rolled back that he could've passed for blind.

"Beautiful..." Daemon sighed, almost as if he had reached his own climax along Zudomon and leaned on the walrus, groping his chest and abs and getting his sticky seed all over his hands. "I'm not supposed to like your pleasure, but it was simply too marvelous to let it pass. I ahte you but I love you; God, look what you make me feel!" the demon overlord sighed in a dirty, sick tone that slowly pulled Zudomon back into reality against his will.

Daemon's finger followed a single drop of cum and took it all the way up to Zudomon's mouth, shoving it in for the walrus to hungrily suck it clean. Zudomon tried to berate himself for it, but he was too exhausted and too satisfied for it. It was easier for him to accept that he had enjoyed Daemon's treatment. That he was a masochist now and maybe had always been one. He was too tired to feel any shame. Instead he just felt good over admitting it and good over being able to savor it to the fullest. Maybe BlackWarGreymon had exaggerated; maybe being Daemon's toy wouldn't be so bad.

"Shall we keep going then?"

Another squeeze on his length and the same cock ring as before choked his base again. The sudden surge of pain woke Zudomon up just as another whipping started on his back. He moaned, yes, but it felt different; slightly less arousing and more like an actual whipping.

"I wonder if I can eventually make you scream for real," Daemon asked with a hit to mark each of his words. "Well, we can keep you shooting that load over and over until you do, can't we?"

Zudomon screamed, this time in actual pain, and in his mind begged for anyone to stop.

Then he realized that Daemon was truly a demon.

---

The door to BlackWarGreymon's bedroom opened and the dragon Digimon got up from his bed. The two guards came in and threw something on the floor before closing the door behind them and BlackWarGreymon rushed to it.

Zudomon, injured all over and covered with his own dry cum curled on the floor, sobbing, hugging his knees as if to protect himself. BlackWarGreymon reached forward but he winced back and painful memories of their training sessions came to his mind. He looked at the poor thing with empathy in his eyes and gave him a few seconds to let it all out.

"It's ok..." he said, trying his best to comfort the walrus.

"It hurt..." Zudomon sobbed after a while. "I thought... I thought I liked it... But it kept getting worse... and worse... until..." he couldn't finish the sentence and instead just broke down on tears again.

BlackWarGreymon looked at him. It was his fault that he was here and he couldn't avoid his guilt. But the alternative was to be in his place, so he did what was right. Right?

The conflicting emotions were too much for the dragon and he had no intention of dealing with them. He needed something to forget his own painful past.

He needed affection. That primal sentiment that all things look for. The same sentiment that the creature in front of him so desperately needed.

BlackWarGreymon leaned forward and reached his arms around Zudomon's neck, slowly and carefully so as to not hurt him further. But then the walrus surprised him by pulling him down to the floor and making him hold him in a loving embrace to cry on his chest. BlackWarGreymon swallowed and just rested a hand on Zudomon's head, hoping I would help him feel better, and the two stayed like that for hours, bathed by the dull light of the moon.