5, 18, 43 for Soumaeda (i seriously love your stuff with them!) Maybe komaeda recording himself doing stuff to souda and using it as blackmail of some kind?
Thank you very much! I'm glad some still like my ficlets bullying Kaz. <3
Let's say that this takes place after Chapter Two of SDR2 where Kazuichi had (foolishly) ambushed Nagito in the old building with Nekomaru. Now Nagito is out to teach Kazuichi something new about himself.
Triggers: Non-consensual Sex, Prostate Milking, Rimming, Blackmail, Humiliation, Mindbreak, and Drugs/Forced Drug Taking.
Fic beneath the cut!
“Come on, Souda-kun. Open up…”
Kazuichi winced, sinking back into the pillow. His hands were bound above his head to his bed with the sleeves of his own jumpsuit. He wasn't so secured that he couldn't wriggle or eventually tug himself free, but his captor didn't really care about that. Nagito Komaeda had moved aside plenty of times for Kazuichi's lewd face to be captured by the video cameras of the island.
The mechanic was strung up so pitifully, sweat dripping over his slender body with his legs locked. His cock had gone flaccid after another brutal fucking, but somehow… call it luck, Nagito simply wasn't tired yet. The shallow breaths of exasperation that came from Kazuichi's lips only served to excite the Ultimate Luckster more. His pale, naked body joined Kazuichi's, leaning over him to offer his poor captive the pill between his own lips.
Viagra.
Kazuichi stifled a cry in his throat. The camera had already captured every angle of his face locked in blissful ecstasy, shooting his load across the bed every time Nagito fingered his ass. He didn’t want to be hard again. He wanted to close his eyes, to rest. But Nagito, who seemed blessed with an endless stamina, demanded more and more. He would wait five minutes after each load his shot inside or outside of Kazuichi’s body, then he would slip that magical pill between his lips to raise him back from the dead.
“Komaeda… please…haha… I can't go again…there's nothing left…” He tried to reason.
The tears welled up in his eyes. He gritted his sharp teeth together, trying to contain himself. He could cry and cry and no one would hear him from this contained, soundproof cottage.
Drenched in sweat and his and Nagito's cum smeared across his body, Kazuichi felt like the stench of sex was ingrained into his skull. Nagito pressed his lips gently to Kazuichi's and forced him to accept the pill. Kazuichi didn't bite or lash out. It was as he said. He didn't have anything left.
Days after the second trial, after Nagito had been released, the Luckster had appeared on his doorstep To share a drink with the classmate who had strung him up in the old building. The next thing Kazuichi knew, he had been stripped down to his boxers, his green jumpsuit had been shredded and used to strap him against his bed, and Nagito was in between his legs and cupping the bulge forming between his legs. Hours later, Kazuichi had been inside Nagito's ass no less than four times. Maybe it was more in his sleep. Kazuichi was too delirious to know for sure. Nagito bucked and rode him, groaning as Kazuichi's four inches expanded his tight walls.
And how could Kazuichi resist? It was his first time and he felt… something. It was a foreign sensation in his groin, being so deep inside Nagito's warm, tight walls. Before he knew it, he was crying and rocking back and forth to match Nagito's pace. Nagito would stroke his chin and bring their lips together. The mechanic would part his lips and mash their tongues together, unable to keep himself for wanting to taste his captor. Whatever Nagito had slipped to him was powerful. He had Kazuichi losing himself entirely until each climax, each pitiful shot of white spunk was fired on camera.
“You're sticky again, Souda-kun,” Nagito taunted smoothly. He pressed his fingers to Kazuichi's lips after the pill slid in. He swallowed and obediently licked Nagito's fingers to take in the salty flavor of his own precum. Nagito was stroking him again, working him painfully back to a half-erect state. Kazuichi diligently suckled on his fingers for a few moments, closing his eyes. The taste distracted him. He inhaled the sweltering musk trapped in the walls of his cottage and shuddered inwardly. His cock was twitching again. He wanted to weep. Against his desires, the magical pill was already working.
“No more…ah…” Kazuichi sucked in a breath as Nagito's wet fingers traced his lips. “I can't come anymore…”
Nagito chuckled lightly. His green eyes narrowed. He slipped between Kazuichi's legs and lifted them over his shoulders. “That's alright,” he said brightly with a wave. “Let's try something… a bit wetter, okay?”
Wetter? Kazuichi had no idea what he meant. Nagito had already explored his own body more than he had ever done. He was trembling as Nagito dipped between his thighs and rested upon a soft spot beneath his sack and before his asshole. He gave the perineal area a gentle lick. Kazuichi moaned, his eyes widening at the strange, new sensation. Nagito licked him again, adoration put into every touch. His hand glided over Kazuichi's cock as he moved between licking closer to his anus ring and then lapping at his perennial.
“Fuck… no…no…” Kazuichi whimpered, shaking on the spot. It was wet. And odd. It felt like it shouldn't be allowed. The hot saliva from Nagito's tongue coated his asshole, a welcomed feeling when the mechanic was so sore from taking Nagito's meatier cock inside of him just twenty minutes ago. “Please-! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tied you up! I'm sorry! Why…Why are you doing this?!”
He bucked and tried to knock Nagito away from him, attempting to close his legs. But Nagito sighed, shook his head, and merely sat upon Kazuichi’s thighs. “I don't care about that,” he uttered to Kazuichi.
“What…?” Kazuichi hissed incredulously. Sweat coated his forehead. “Then… then why?”
“You're built up,” said Nagito simply. He tilted his head at the mechanic, lifting his legs back up to rest on his shoulder. “And you're weak. If anyone is likely to give into despair, it's probably you. And the only one keeping you from that is… probably Hinata-kun.”
Kazuichi's mouth went dry. Heat spread across his cheeks at the mention of his “soul brother”. “What… but…but I…”
Shooting him a judging look, Nagito quieted him. “Somehow… I want to be the one that lifts you up, Souda-kun.” He panted, his own hand slipping down to rub himself. “I want to… I want to make you shine. You'll stay true to Hope for me, won't you?”
He then darkly chuckled and nodded to the video cameras set up. He bought a few from the supermarket as well, turning them all to focus on the slutty, pathetic faces Kazuichi gave him each time he came. “Well… even if I can't give you Hope, I can stop you from going to Hinata-kun… unless you're alright with him watching videos of your cum-stained face…”
Kazuichi's face sank. His eyes darted between each and every single camera aimed at him. Who… who could he go to? Humiliation glowed crimson in his cheeks and his eyes were burning with a new release of tears. Nagito's tongue added to the sensation, slipping inside of his asshole. Lubricating him. “Hnghn… ah…anghh…” Kazuichi cried. He sniffled and threw himself back against his pillow. Sore arms and a humiliated libido kept him weeping and rocking against Nagito's tongue. He had to feel it deeper. His cock twitched and pulsed for Nagito to stroke him again.
“It's okay,” Nagito whispered huskily, raising from his ass. “We aren't going to stop any time soon. I'll give you all you need.”
A finger circled and teased Kazuichi's asshole. Then, it slipped inside. Kazuichi groaned, arching his back. He offered himself. The last pieces of himself to be broken. There was nothing left. Another finger joined the first in his puckered asshole, making scissoring motions to loosen him up again. They burrowed deeper… deeper until they found a special button.
“Aieee!” Kazuichi yipped like a wounded beast. The overwhelming pressure felt like he was going to lose control of himself and wet the bed. It was a hot spike of pleasure filtered through him as Nagito's fingers stroked the prostate inside of him, wriggling and pressing the button until Kazuichi was rocking back and forth. “Hmph!! Ngh…ah…I don't want to c-come from my ass–!!” He cried out, his hips undulating faster. Whatever he did, he couldn't move away. Nagito's fingers hooked him. His other hand cupped his cock and stroked him off. There was no escape.
“No…nahah…not from my…not from there-!” The humiliation wouldn't end. The last dregs of his mind were shattering…
“Souda-kun… you keep moving like this… all just for my fingers…” That calm voice chided him with another little chuckle. “...it's actually really cute. You're kind of cute like this, Souda-kun.”
A third finger inserted past Kazuichi's tight ring and he couldn't stop himself from moaning louder. The pleasure pooled through his groin, looking to burst through his entire being. Kazuichi shut his eyes, his voice getting louder until… he released. With a loud grunt, clear, translucent fluid spilled from his cock, staining the sheets beneath him once again.
It puddled beneath him on the bed, permeating the room with a renewed musk of heat and sex. Kazuichi dropped to his pillow, twitching and panting. The stars were locked behind his eyes and he labored there, stuck in a pure, hot afterglow. His orgasm was intense, only fading in slow waves throughout his body. When he opened his eyes, those white tufts of bushy hair filled his vision. Nagito met his lips for a deep kiss. And once again, Kazuichi could not refuse him.
“I'll let you rest,” said Nagito as they parted. The saliva still connected their lips. “For an hour… then… another pill should do the trick…” He buried himself into the crook of the mechanic's neck.
Kazuichi didn't hear him. He was out cold, fading fast into the sweet depths of sleep…
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