Oh so kinky

“How does it feel, bitch,”

The sleeping boy’s eyes fluttered gently, revealing dark brown irises that were still hazy with dream-dust. The muffled sounds of moans and groans made him twitch slightly on the cold ground as he tried to remember where he was. Ryou could faintly hear the sound of something crack. It sort of sounded like a…

…Whip?

A whip, but…who was using a whip?

Well, at least they weren’t using it on Ryou. Well, Ryou didn’t think that he was getting whipped, but he was so tired and felt so weak that he really couldn’t tell. Ryou slowly turned on his side, trying to stretch his arms out, however, this was when he realized that he couldn’t move his arms out from behind him. Come to think of it, he couldn’t move his legs either.

What was going on?!?

Ryou’s eyes snapped open in a sudden flare of panic as he tried to struggle up to his feet and failed. With his eyes now opened, those chocolate brown orbs of his darted around the room quickly. Unfortunately for Ryou, he didn’t recognize anything around him.

The room was fairly spacious and was covered all in dark lavender and bright crimson. The floor was black stone-tile and the walls were lit up with simple white candles. From the angle that Ryou was sitting on, the boy could faintly make out the shapes of thick chains hanging from the walls, jangling gently against the stone and sounding faintly like wind-chimes. With his eyes still scanning the room, Ryou noted a large simple wooden chest – Ryou would find out later what was contained inside of this chest.

Finally, Ryou’s eyes moved to the large four-post bed. The sheets were dark scarlet and were slightly mussed, their were deep violet pillows scattered all over the bed and now the floor and right in the middle of the bed were two tanned and completely naked figures with soft blond hair. The white-haired boy knew these figures.

Malik and Marik.

Finally, Ryou knew who was holding the whip.

The whip was securely held in Malik’s hand as the spirit hovered just before the younger Egyptian who had once been Malik’s host. Marik was stretched across the bed, his hair wildly laying across the pillows as he arched and writhed before the other figure. Marik’s eyes were covered with a thick black cloth, his mouth was held open by a ball-gag and saliva was dripping from the corners of his lips as he groaned out in pleasure every time the whip landed against his chest and cracked open his skin. The blonde’s hands and feet were locked in shackles that were attached to each post of the bed, his sun-tanned body spread out like a glorious buffet for the entity that had somehow received his own body.

Ryou’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the two on top of the bed. Marik’s head tossed back as Malik grinned wickedly and slid the now lube covered handle of the whip into the boy’s entrance, shoving it in hard and twisting it sharply, “Mmm, you’re such a good little whore, Marik,” Cooed Malik, not even realizing or caring that Ryou was now wide awake. Marik could only yelp out pathetically against the gag as Malik worked him thoroughly with the handle of the whip, forcing it in hard and fast. Ryou could almost feel himself hurting as he saw traces of blood on the whip.

How could anyone enjoy that?

Either way, if Marik’s hard and bobbing erection was any indication, then the tortured boy on the bed was absolutely loving it.

“They look good like that, don’t they?”

Ryou’s eyes snapped open and he flinched when a familiar voice resonated from behind him.

Bakura?

Ryou turned his head a little bit and soon had his chin snatched by his own darkness. The boy was unable to say anything as he stared up at the tomb-robber, shivering softly as his bottom lip quivered.

“It’s about time you wake up, you’ve been asleep for hours, little Ryou,” Bakura hissed as he grinned darkly behind the other, moving one hand to Ryou’s chest. Bakura couldn’t help but admire what Ryou was wearing, it wasn’t Ryou’s usual attire of a striped shirt and an overshirt. No, they’d taken the liberty of changing the boy when he was knocked out cold. Bakura grinned gently as he ran his fingers over the cool fabric of the school girl uniform. The majority of it was white and was lined and detailed in golden piping. Small puffed up sleeves ran just over Ryou’s shoulders and a sailor-styled ribbon was fixed just under the boy’s collar-bone. The front of the shirt was cut short and barely showed the planes of Ryou’s soft little tummy.

The skirt was pleated and matched the top, running to settle just over Ryou’s thighs. Of course, with the boy laying down, it had ridden up a bit. In a show of playful ‘concern’ Bakura had tugged the front of the skirt down to hide what was left of Ryou’s pride for the moment. Moving his hand further down, Bakura toyed with the knee-high socks that now decorated Ryou’s legs.

Call it a kink of his, Bakura had always loved when dressing up was involved in sexual acts.

Well, only if it was the other person dressing up.

“Ba…Bakura…please…don’t,”

Ryou stammered beneath him as he shuddered and closed his legs tightly together. At that moment, Ryou detected something…weird behind him. His backside hurt, a lot. Closing his eyes, he shifted against the ground and tried to look back, but couldn’t see anything.

“Mmm, you’re not used to this yet, are you?” Bakura smirked and lowered his hand behind Ryou, lifting up the back of the skirt and revealing something that looked like a fluffy white rabbit tail settled right between Ryou’s cheeks.

Attached to the fake rabbit tail, was a plug which was firmly seated inside of Ryou. It had been put there to aid Bakura’s imagination more than anything, but hey…why not stretch the boy a little, right? Even if Ryou was about to be raped, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t torture him in other ways.

Bakura’s finger took a hold of the fake tail and pulled it out a little bit before pushing it back inside of him. Ryou cried out suddenly as tears ran into his eyes, “Please…st…stop,” Ryou begged softly as he squirmed before Bakura.

The other only shook his head and laughed, “I don’t think so,” He said simply, “Ah, you’re missing something, Ryou,” The boy looked up fearfully when Bakura turned and grabbed a fake set of soft, white bunny ears. He slipped them over the top of Ryou’s head. Bakura grinned in approval, “Perfect,”

What in the world did Bakura think he was doing dressing Ryou up as a school-girl…a bunny school-girl.

Ryou was hefted up into Bakura’s arms, the boy’s eyes moving back over to Malik and Marik to watch as Marik now lifted Marik’s legs up and had the boy practically folded in half as he now shoved his own length forward, hissing in pleasure as his throbbing length disappeared between Marik’s cheeks again and again while the boy cried out in delight.

To Ryou’s horror, Bakura had taken him over to one of the walls where the chains and shackles were hanging down against the rocks of the wall. He was forcefully shoved up against the wall, which had the plug inside of him shoving even deeper into the core of his innocence. Ryou sobbed softly at the pain, “Please don’t, plea…please…”

Bakura chuckled softly as he grabbed Ryou’s hands and attached them to the chains hanging from the walls. Ryou’s hands were now stretched up over his head, his lips quivering as his eyes filled with tears.

This couldn’t be happening.

It wasn’t fair.

What did he do to deserve this pain and humiliation.

Bakura soon took a hold of the shirt and yanked it apart viciously, tearing the front and causing the ribbon to fall down to the floor. Ryou shuddered and shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head, “Sto…Bakura…Stop…” Ryou’s pleading and begging turned into a sharp gasp when the other leaned forward and slipped his lips around one of Ryou’s nipples, sucking on the flesh and biting down nearly hard enough to make the tender flesh bleed.

Ryou sobbed gently as Bakura then bit and nipped a trail all the way down to his navel, ripping away the last shreds of the shirt that had hidden his torso moments before, “You don’t realize how good you taste, do you?” Bakura mocked against his stomach as he moved down even lower. Flipping up the edge of the skirt, he pulled Ryou’s legs far apart and lifted them up as he crouched down in front of the boy. Before Ryou knew what was happening, he noticed that Bakura had pulled his legs around his neck – Ryou’s feet were no longer touching the floor and he was pressed hard against the wall as he squirmed in Bakura’s grasp with the plug still held tight in his anus.

“No! Don’t!” Ryou cried out when Bakura parted his lips and suddenly took his length into his mouth, as far as he could. The young boy bucked against the wall, sobbing out as the plug was forced deeper, the fluffy hairs of the fake tail rubbing and caressing his backside softly as he squirmed. Ryou shuddered as he felt the soft and downy hairs around his length brushing up against Bakura’s nose. Bakura’s face was completely hidden in the skirt that was now fanned over the top of his head as he sucked the boy harshly, bobbing his head and sucking the tip devilishly before he would force the very tip of his tongue into the tiny slit at the head which had the boy yelping out in unwanted pleasure.

While Bakura attempted to suck the boy dry, he moved one hand back behind the boy, fisting the plug with the fuzzy top and yanking it all the way out to the tip before shoving it forward. He assaulted the boy’s behind with the toy as he relentlessly mouthed at the boy’s crotch, his lips dripping with saliva before he pulled his mouth away and tipped his head so that he had access to the sensitive orbs beneath. Bakura licked against Ryou’s sensitive scrotum, enjoying the feel of tiny hairs against his tongue before he pulled the smaller boy’s testicles into his mouth, rolling his tongue across them and sucking generously to the rhythm of how he was still attacking the poor boy’s previously virginal entrance.

Above him, he could hear Ryou sobbing and crying. Beside him, he could hear the slick sounds of Malik sliding his thick and hungry cock into Marik’s ass over and over, while Marik screamed behind the gag as his chest dripped with his own blood. Bakura had slid a hand down his front, taking his own large length into his hand while he worked at the boy and forced Ryou to become erect against his will. Bakura never liked nailing a flaccid partner, whether they wanted it or not. It was just no fun.

Suddenly, Bakura’s mouth and hands are gone and he stands up, keeping Ryou’s legs spread wide as he rocks his hips up against Ryou’s. The young boy cried gently as Bakura’s hard length rubbed against him, the feel of fabric scraping against him made even more tears fall from his eyes. Bakura grinned at the way that Ryou sobbed, “You want me that bad, huh?” Bakura sneered and opened his pants up just enough to pull his length out. He allowed Ryou to get more than an eyeful before he pushed his hips forward and let his cock rest between Ryou’s cheeks, sliding against the cleft with small rocking noises. His tip dripped slightly and smeared precum between the boy’s cheeks, sliding lightly against the plug and making Ryou cry even more.

Bakura took mercy on him and pulled the dry plug out before dropping the fake tail on the floor. Ryou’s relief was short-lived as Bakura then thrust his own hips forward and buried himself balls deep into Ryou’s tender little ass. Ryou screamed at the pain and lowered his head, closing his eyes tight and flexing his fists as Bakura suddenly rocked his hips. He’d pull out entirely before reaming back into the small boy. Ryou’s back cracked against the wall with each movement, the skirt around his waist flying up with the force.

The boy could feel the rough material of Bakura’s pants against him and he sobbed gently, still pleading for Bakura to end the pain and torture as his tears began to dry and created salted trails of tears.

It was the ultimate humiliation.

Being chained to a wall and raped mercilessly while he was wearing bunny ears and a school-girl skirt.

Bakura only growled at Ryou’s pleading and took the boy harder, digging his nails into his ex-host’s fleshy thighs as the poor boy’s ass smacked against the wall with each thrust.

As much as Ryou hated to admit it, it felt strangely good, even if it hurt more than anything he’d ever experienced. His eyes opened once and he noticed the two on the bed still going. Did Ryou look that good as he was fucked against the wall? Was it rape in the beginning as well for Marik? Ryou didn’t know and he didn’t care for now.

Ryou could almost feel Bakura growing harder inside of him and when he realized that Bakura’s sac had tightened, he realized that the tomb-robber was dangerously close to coming inside of him, “Please…don’t…not…not inside,” He cried softly as he turned his head. Bakura only chuckled against the side of his neck. Thrusting himself in incredibly hard, he groaned out deeply and bit the side of Ryou’s neck as he came inside of him. Hot spurt, one after another, he came inside of the boy, his essence filling Ryou’s bowels and stinging the sensitive flesh of his abused entrance.

Before he was finished, Bakura pulled out, taking his length into his hand and coming against Ryou’s stomach. The thick fluid sprayed over him and dripped downward, coating his flesh and the skirt. With a sickening grin, Bakura caught the last few shots in his hand and lifted his hand to Ryou’s face. “Drink it,” Bakura forced the boy to swallow several mouthfuls before he smeared the remnants over the pale boy’s cheeks and mouth.

Bakura finally pulled away, “Good little bunny,” He breathed out before he pulled a Polaroid camera from the nightstand.

The flash burned Ryou’s eyes and made him close his eyes.

Bakura smirked at the picture and left it on the nightstand.

There, on the wooden nightstand was the picture of Ryou with his arms shackled above his head, standing in nothing but a skirt, with his length still fully engorged. His pale skin was flushed and his face and skirt were smeared and stained in cum, his mouth was dripping with it and his tears had made small trails through the cum on his face.

Ryou breathed hard as he turned his eyes back to Malik and Marik who were now enjoying their cock-rings a little too much.

The boy’s head dropped and for that night, the sound of whips and moans and screams served as his lullaby.

~Fin

Note->
Kinks requested = Bondage, S & M, Cosplay, Ryou-rape xD