The Untold Story of Battle Ship

Duke laid there frozen for what felt an eternity, attempting to process what the man towering above him had just said.

“Wh-What did you—just—just say?” Duke gasped. His throat felt like sandpaper.

Marik just grinned sadistically down at him, his face contorted in an evil grin as he licked his lips.

“Now…what to do…what to do…” Marik questioned, pacing around his victim.

Stopping, he pulled out his millennium rod, tracing its sharp edges around Duke’s chest.

Duke gasped from the sudden coldness.

“Now, Duke, we can either do this the fun way…in which you get to remember every aching detail or I can use this,” he said, waving his millennium rod in the air, “in which…well, I can make you do whatever I want…” Marik finished with a grin.

Duke gulped.

“Of course, what’s the fun without the fight?” He laughed, pulling off his cape which landed on Tea’s frozen body.

“It would be a shame if you ruined this all with a scream that might bring…unwanted company,” Marik added pulling off the end of the millennium rod to reveal its sharpened end. “I would really hate to you this on that perfect unmarked flesh of yours..”

“However, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage.” Marik added pulling off his shirt to reveal the dark toned chest and intricate design carved into his back.

Duke could feel tingles shoot throughout his body all heading straight to his groin.

“Great.” Duke thought, cursing his body for admitting what his mind was trying to ignore.

Marik slowly started to unzip his khakis, noticing Duke’s large eyes focused on his crotch.

“Like what you see?” Marik smirked.

Duke quickly looked away, attempting to focus on the wall near him. After attempting this for a few moments hearing nothing but the rustle of clothes, Duke glanced at Marik from the corner of his eye.

Marik had stripped down to nothing but a lavender thong, his package bulging out.

“You like?” Marik grinned maniacally as he flipped the waistband of the tiny underwear.

Duke really hated to admit it, but Marik’s body was a work of art, with finely chiseled skin and toned muscles, his skin gleamed like it was in the sun.

Looking down, he noticed that Duke’s length was starting to wake up.

Marik laughed, “Well…someone does.”

Duke groaned, looking down to see that his cock definitely had a mind of its own. He tried to push his leg over to cover his “joy” but the ropes were just too tight and the more he moved, the deeper they dug into his skin.

He couldn’t want this…could he? No. NO. He was not going to give Marik the satisfaction. He wasn’t some blow-up doll he could have his way with whenever and however he wanted. “Fuck Marik! Well...no…don’t fuck Marik.”

His thoughts were abruptly cut off when Marik jumped on top of him roughly grabbing his jaw so that Duke was forced to look at Marik.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging me for more. You’re mine now Dukey, don’t forget it.”

He slapped Duke hard across the face, knocking the breath out of him. Duke gasped from the shock, he could feel a welt already forming on his face.

Before he could get over the shock of it, Marik had bit down hard on Duke’s shoulder, he could feel blood trickling down his chest.

Duke screamed out in pain but it was soon muffled by Marik’s lips being roughly pressed against his.

“Now, everyone will know who you belong to.” Marik gasped catching his breath from the hard brutal kiss.

Marik stood up on the bed, still straddling Duke’s body.

Duke attempted to move but it just caused the ropes to push deeper into his skin.

Marik slowly traced his hand down his own chest, his eyes closed, reaching down to stroke his member. A small grin of pleasure etched on the Egyptian’s face.

Duke couldn’t take his eyes away from Marik as he worked himself into an arousal, slowly stroking himself over and over as his other hand massaged his hardened nipple.

Duke’s breathing was coming in hitches as he watched the yami pleasure himself stroke by stroke.

Marik’s let his head fall back, his eyes fluttering closed as his breathing quickened.

Duke was transfixed on Marik watching as the blonde slowly opened his lavender eyes with a smirk. Seeing Duke panting heavily, Marik pulled his thong down, quickly throwing it to the side as he knelt down and thrust himself into Duke’s mouth.

Duke gasped from the sudden intrusion which only allowed Marik to push himself farther into the emerald-eyed boy. Duke choked in gasps attempting to breathe around the large hardened flesh as Marik thrust violently into Duke’s mouth holding onto the headboard to steady himself.

Duke felt like he was going to gag, the cock was so deep in his throat.

“That’s right, fuck me your mouth, like the whore you are.” Marik grunted between his frantic thrusts.

Marik slammed into Duke’s mouth over and over, pounding Duke’s head into the headboard with each thrust. Duke’s skin was raw around the ropes from the friction.

Duke could feel his lungs screaming from the lack of oxygen, he was about to pass out. He tried to cry out but the sound was stifled from Marik. The vibrations only working to further the tomb keeper’s pleasure.

“Oh FUCK!!” Marik cried out.

Knowing he was close and not wanting his fun to end too soon, Marik quickly pulled out. Duke gasped as air filled his burning lungs. His mouth felt like it had torn in two and his head was duly throbbing.

“Too rough?” Marik questioned with sarcasm.

“Ple-Please…stop.” Duke choked trying to hold back the tears forming in his eyes.

“Hmm..” Marik looked down at the helpless boy, “perhaps this will change your mind.” He sneered.

Marik leaned in softly kissing Duke’s lips as he pushed his hand down to Duke’s soft pink nipples eliciting a moan of pleasure as Duke pushed his hips up into the tomb keeper.

Marik kept his eyes on Duke’s half-lidded eyes. His eyelids fluttering back as Marik left a trail of hot, wet kisses down Duke’s chest stopping as he reached the jet black curls above his prize.

He roughly pushed two fingers into Duke causing the dice player to scream out in pain as Marik’s fingers pumped in and out of him. After a few thrusts, the pain began to diminish. Marik hungrily swallowed Duke’s member while he kept his fingers moving at a steady pace in and out of him.

“FU-FUUCK!” Duke moaned as Marik scraped the tips of his teeth softly on the hardened shaft sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through Duke’s body.

Duke felt ashamed that he was in a state of such ectacy from his rapist’s touch.

Marik pulled his fingers out of Duke placing them on the base of his shaft, he began to move his hand and mouth in perfect timing, Marik’s mouth bobbing in and out of Duke.

But Marik didn’t let Duke’s pleasure last for long before letting go as if a sudden thought had come to him.

Duke stared at him in confusion, he was overridden with lust for Marik who was just sitting there straddling him watching Duke as the boy tried to catch his breath.

“Pl-Please” Duke pleaded, embarrassed by his begging. He couldn’t believe he had given in so easily, but Marik’s body against his felt so…incredible. His every touch was electrifying and he was filled with lust for the Egyptian, his body on fire.

Marik’s eyes gleamed malevolently, a huge sadistic grin painted on his face.

“Let’s make things a little more interesting.” Marik grinned pulling out his millennium rod.

Marik traced the end around Duke’s creamy white thighs. The cold metal sending shivers down his spine. He slowly pushed the cold rounded end into Duke’s tight entrance, eliciting a string of curse as he wiggled his hips attempting to pull away from the stinging cold metal that was lazily moving in and out of him.

The rod was slowly stretching Duke out until the pain had slowly dissipated—Duke’s body warming the metal with each thrust. Duke moaned loudly as Marik twirled the rod in and out…in and out…in and out.

Marik pulled the rod out excruciatingly slow licking the rod wildly.

Placing the rod on the bed, Marik viciously grabbed Duke’s hips sinking his nails into his flesh as he placed himself at Duke’s puckered entrance.

Duke lied in anticipation of when the trepid flesh would drive into his tight entrance.

Just as Duke was beginning to think Marik had changed his mind, he felt Marik shove himself into Duke, a gasp of surprise and pain escaping Duke’s throat.

Marik groaned in pleasure, Duke was unbelievably tight.

Marik pushed himself slowly in and out of Duke until he had adjusted himself.

Marik began quickening his pace, grunting harder as he moved faster and faster. Almost pulling out, Marik rotated his hips slowly before pushing himself back into Duke.

Duke screamed out when Marik hit his tight bundle of nerves buried deep within him. White dots flashing behind his closed eyes. A low pleasure-filled groan left his throat. Marik cruelly teased Duke by pushing in and out lazily only lightly touching the nerves.

“Oh—GOD—Fucking harder!” Duke screamed about to lose it from the light touches.

“As you wish…” Marik smirked ramming into Duke with all his might.

Duke’s head slammed hard into the headboard as white dots flashed before his eyes again.

“Holy FU-FUCK!” Duke gasped unable to catch his breath.

Marik didn’t waste anytime before thrusting into Duke again assuming a frantic, fervent pace.

Duke was unable to control himself from moaning loudly from each thrust as pleasure cascaded over and drowned him.

“Ohhhhh…godddd…” Duke groaned. The whole bed was rocking furiously, feeling as if it would collapse at any moment.

Marik’s quick hot breath landing on Duke’s ear, he could hear the Egyptian quietly moaning. Duke turned his head towards Marik’s neck lifting his head to lightly kiss the other’s soft skin.

Marik grabbed Duke’s neglected member pumping it frantically. Duke knew that Marik had to be close too because his moans were quickly getting louder.

Duke threw his head back as waves of pleasure swept through his body. He arched his back up as he cummed over his stomach and Marik’s hand. Duke cried out from his forceful release burying his face into the crook of Marik’s neck.

The added pressure from Duke’s orgasm was too much for the tomb keeper to last much longer.

Marik continued his frenzied pace groaning loudly as he slammed into Duke again and again.

With one final thrust, Marik slammed into Duke crying out in ecstasy as his warm seed spilled inside of Duke. His nails digging hard into Duke’s hips.

“FU-FU-FUUUCK!!” Marik gasped, his eyes tightly closed as he released into Duke.

He slowly moved himself in and out of Duke a few more times before collapsing onto the bed.

For a while, the two lied there trying to catch their breath, their bodies glistening in sweat and cum.

Marik jumped up quickly and began putting his clothes back on. Duke staring at him in question.

“Are you going to untie me now?” Duke asked with a chuckle

Marik just snorted

“No, after all, I think someone is still waiting to have their way with you.” He leered pointing to the frozen body on the floor.

“You’ve GOT to be kidding me!!” Duke asked about to hyperventilate.

Marik just chuckled as he threw his cape on.

“Enjoy your night!” he said as he pointed his rod at Tea and shut the door behind him.

Duke looked down in horror as he saw Tea slowly get to her feet, a look of utter confusion on her face.

“Whoa, I must have passed out.” She said, rubbing her head.

“No, matter, where was I?” she giggled

Duke groaned knowing what was about to come, but before Tea could climb up on the bed, she was slammed up against the wall, as if by some invisible force.

Looking to the door, Duke saw the outline of someone with an odd glow emitting from their chest, as if from a necklace or something.

Stepping out of the shadows, Duke could make out Bakura’s face grinning down at him.

“Pl-Please?” Duke softly cried.

“But the fun has just begun, Duke.” Bakura quietly chuckled.

This…was going to be…a long night.

TBC