Happy Birthday Marik

Happy Birthday Marik

hato chiisai

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. If I did, this would be made into an actual movie….

YAOI WARNING as in male/male sex ^_^

Bondage, masturbation, oral and anal sex, “rape”, and home-made pornography

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“Bye Yugi!!” The young boy called, waving to his friend before turning and heading down the street. He tucked a lock of silver hair behind his ear and thought about nothing in particular. Suddenly, a figure in black leapt out of an alley and wrapped an arm around him, covering his mouth with one hand. Ryou screamed into the hand and struggled, but he was no match for his attacker. Once in the alley, the figure let go, and Ryou whirled to face it. His attacker reached up and removed his mask. Ryou’s eyes widened, and then he scowled.

“Malik Amasis Ishtar, you son of bitch!!” He spat. “What the hell is the matter with you?!”

“Oh, come on Ryou. It was for a good cause.” The blonde hikari said with a grin. “You’ll find out later. Anyway, Marik wants you to come by tomorrow for his birthday. He’ll explain things. Anyway, had fun attacking you! See ya!!” And the boy ran off. Ryou blinked after him, bewildered, but then shrugged and continued heading home. He was used to his boyfriends doing weird things like that.

………………………………….

Ryou sighed as he reached the apartment building that two of his boyfriends lived in. He entered the building and got onto the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. He tapped his foot and rolled his eyes at the horrible music in the metal box, and quickly left once the doors opened. He went down the hall and stopped before the familiar door with the name ‘Ishtar’ on it. He smiled slightly and knocked. After a moment the door opened, and Ryou smiled at his boyfriend.

“Hello, Marik. Happy Birthday!” He sang. The stony expression melted from the tan boy’s face and became a warm smile as he gazed at the smallest of his boyfriends. He opened his arms and accepted the little hikari into his embrace.

“Ryou… I’m so glad you came.” He crooned and closed the door, leading Ryou into the living room.

“Where are Malik and Bakura?” Ryou asked, referring to the two other boys that made their little foursome of lovers.

“I sent them away.”

“Huh?” Ryou asked. “Why?”

“Well…. Malik has been hyper all day, and Bakura is being weird.”

“How so?”

“Eh, you know Bakura. He wants to do something nice for me for my birthday but he’s at a complete loss as to what to do. I finally told him to take Malik somewhere to burn off some energy and not to come back until we were ready to go to dinner. That and I wanted to get rid of both of them.”

“Why?”

“So I could spend time with you.” Marik said, smiling.

“Oh? Well, I’m here, what do you want to do? It’s your birthday, so name it.”

“I was hoping you’d say that…” Marik said, an evil grin forming on his face. “There is something that I’ve wanted you to do for me for a long, long time….”

“So what do you want me to do?” Ryou asked, cocking his head, wondering what Marik had up his sleeve.

“Just go into my room, and put on what I’ve laid out for you. Oh, and I hope you’re not camera shy.” Marik said, and Ryou frowned slightly as he stood.

“Uh oh…” He said, and Marik chucked a cushion from the sofa at him, with a grin. Ryou squeaked and giggled. “An outfit on the bed and cameras? Marik are you turning me into a Porn Star?”

“Yep.” Marik said. “You okay with that?” Ryou frowned in thought, and Marik gulped, hoping Ryou said yes.

“On one condition.” Ryou said, and Marik held his breath, waiting. “I get a copy of the tape to taunt Bakura with.” Ryou said, and Marik grinned.

“You bet.” He said, and watched Ryou go back into the bedroom. The door closed, and Marik relaxed on the sofa. “Three, two one….” He mused.

“MARIK!!!” He heard Ryou shout. “I’m not wearing this!!!”

“Please?” Marik called back. “You have no idea how long I have fantasized about having you in that!!!”

“Oh, bloody fine.” Ryou replied.

“I LOVE YOU!!!!” Marik sang, and snickered at Ryou’s muttering from the bedroom.

“You wrote a script?” Ryou called, and Marik snickered.

“No, just how I want the video to start. Just go along with me unless I do something that upsets you, okay? I promise to make sure you enjoy yourself.”

“Okay.” Ryou called, and read over the paper.

THE STORY

By Marik Ishtar ^_^

Starring Marik Ishtar and Ryou Bakura ^_^

(Ryou snickered)

You are a normal everyday kid. You have recently been following a story in the news about a serial killer who kidnaps, rapes and murders teenage boys. There have been a dozen victims so far. And you are victim 13. You were kidnapped on your way home from school and knocked out. You wake up handcuffed to a chair, in this outfit, with a ball gag in your mouth. ^_^ (Ryou rolled his eyes) Your kidnapper enters, and you have a sinking feeling that you know what he’s about to do to you.

“Oh, honestly…” Ryou giggled.

“Like it?” He heard Marik call.

Marik snickered when Ryou answered with “Ummmm…. Sure?”

“You’ll do fine, love.” Marik called.

“I have no clue how to put this on…..”

“You’ll figure it out.” Marik called back, as he stood and went to Malik’s room, where he stripped out of his cargo pants and tank top and pulled on his own costume for the video. He snickered. He couldn’t wait to show it to the gang. If Ryou was okay with it, that is…

“Almost ready!!” He heard Ryou call. “Do I hafta wear the ball gag?”

“YES!” Marik replied.

“Okay, all the candles are lit. Your room looks really….. Sinister.”

“Good! And how do you look?”

“Ummm….. like a freak……” Ryou called back to Marik who was now waiting outside the door. “Okay, two more minutes, and then you can come in.”

“Okay.” Marik called, and waited. He heard Ryou shuffling around and then, heard the click of a pair of handcuffs. He smirked. “Ryou, I know you can’t answer me at this point, but I want you to know before we start… It really means a lot to me that you trust me to do this. I don’t know if even Malik would. But I want you to know that I really do love you, Ryou. I mean, you’ll never mean as much to me as Malik does, or as much as you mean to Bakura, but you know that’s how it should be. But you, Malik and Bakura are the three people who mean more to me than anything else. I just want you to know that before we start. Ready?” He heard a muffled ‘mm-hmm’, and he pulled a remote control out of his pocket and pushed the button.

Inside the room, Ryou looked around as he saw several red blinking lights turn on. He mentally giggled; Marik was using multiple cameras.

>Camera’s POV<

A young, feminine looking boy sat alone in a dark room, handcuffed in a chair, with a ball gag in his mouth. His large brown eyes were filled with frightened tears and his long silver hair was up in pigtails. He had a studded leather collar fastened around his throat, and a loosened black tie hung down on his chest, partially covered by the half open white blouse. He wore a short blue and green plaid skirt, and fishnet stockings that came up to mid thigh, just hidden by the hem of the skirt.

The boy lifted his head when the door behind him opened, revealing a frightening figure. The door closed, and the tall man stared at his captive’s back. His lavender eyes glowed in the dim candle light from beneath wild blonde hair, and his lip curled in a lustful grin. A bulge began to form in his tight black leather pants that were laced up the sides so that you could see three inches of his rich tan skin all the way up his legs and hips. His feet were encased in black boots, and he wore leather cuffs on his wrists. His shirt was a tight fishnet shirt that zipped up in the front, and he also wore a studded leather collar.

He slowly stalked towards the boy in the chair, and finally moved around in front. The boy’s eyes widened as he looked his captor over, and the villain grinned back as his eyes raked over the small body of the boy before him. He reached out and gripped his captive’s chin and lifted his face, staring deep into the widening brown eyes.

“Very nice…” He purred. “Now then, my pet….” He stroked the boy’s hair. “If you wish to survive the night, there are rules that you must follow. Understood?” The boy blinked and slowly nodded, fear evident on his face. “First, you will do nothing unless told to. And I mean NOTHING!” The boy flinched and whimpered. “…Unless told to. Understand? Good. Next, you will not speak unless spoken to. And then, you will call me ‘Master’, got it?” The boy nodded. “Good boy… If you behave, you will be rewarded…” The boy nodded again. “And the third rule… you will not resist me. Should you break these three rules…” The boy’s eyes widened as his captor leaned in. “You will suffer the worst punishment you can possibly imagine….” The boy’s eyes closed and he moaned slightly as the demon moved around and scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin behind his earlobe.

“Good boy…” The blonde purred against the boy’s throat. “Good boy…” The boy’s head fell back as the blonde trailed his tongue along his jaw line and down his throat, over the collar, and across the collar bones. He pulled the black tie from the thin neck of his victim and ripped open the blouse, pushing it down over the thin shoulders of his captive. He gripped a handful of the silver locks and jerked the boy’s head back, exposing his swan-like neck and forcing him to arch forwards slightly. The man ran his hands down the white chest of his captive, smirking at the shivers and delighting in the rise and fall of the boy’s chest as he began to pant under the silken touches on his body.

“Mmmmm…. Good little boy… Good, beautiful little boy…” The dark one purred, and nuzzled his pet’s throat and ran his tongue down his chest and belly, feeling the muscles twitch in response. He released the silver hair and the boy’s head fell forwards and he stared as his leather-clad captor knelt before him and placed his palms on his knees. The brown hands slid up the white thighs and back down to the knees again, gripping them and slowly spreading them. A blush spread across the cheeks of the pale boy as his legs were spread wide apart before the eyes of his captor. His breath quickened and his eyes widened as those frightening, yet gentle hands slid up his legs again, pushing back the folds of the skirt to expose his most private area.

Lavender eyes narrowed as they gazed upon their goal. The boy whimpered and tried to close his legs, but the tan hands gripped the soft flesh and shoved back. The boy winced and yelped as his legs were pressed back almost straight out to the side, which was none too comfortable for him.

“You just broke Rule Number Three….” The blonde hissed, and the boy’s eyes widened. “Strike One….” The boy gulped, then closed his eyes when he felt lips on his inner thighs, kissing, licking and nipping, caressing the tender skin, gradually getting closer and closer to his awakening arousal that refused to hear his silent pleas for it remain asleep. He gasped, and then whimpered around the rubber ball in his mouth as the blonde man nuzzled his manhood, coaxing it to life. Little kitten licks on the sensitive skin of his shaft and what hung beneath brougoansoans from his throat.

“Enjoying yourself?” Came the mocking hiss from between the boy’s legs, and the boy turned away, his face showing his shame. “Well?” The boy did nothing. One elegant hand slipped between the boy’s thighs and harshly squeezed his growing erection.

“WELL?!” Shouted the man, making his prisoner jump and whimper in fright. “ANSWER ME!!” The boy sobbed, and hastily nodded his head. “Good boy…” came the malicious praise, followed by “Strike one on Rule Two….”

>Normal POV<

Marik grabbed one of two cameras on the bed and brought it over, resting it on Ryou’s thigh so that it wouldn’t shake while he filmed. Ryou blushed as he saw on the little pop out screen that the camera was focused straight on his erection that Marik was now nuzzling again.

“Good boy…” Marik was crooning, and Ryou threw his head back as Marik licked up the underside of his length. “Mmmmm…. Sweet little boy……” Ryou gave a quavery moan as Marik sucked his shaft down his throat and proceeded to giim mim mind-blowing head, and Ryou was sure that Marik was making sure to get every detail on camera. Ryou continued to pant and moan, and began bucking his hips into Marik’s ministrations.

>Camera’s POV<

The dark one lifted the boy’s legs over his shoulders as he continued to lick and suck at the erect member before him. The boy’s moans reached his ears and pleased him, and he doubled his efforts, until, with a final muffled scream, the boy threw his head back and released into his tormentor’s mouth. Theon son slowly let the boy’s spent member slip from his lips and he stood, letting the boy’s legs fall limply, and he snatched the ball gag out of his victim’s mouth and crushed his cum-slick lips against the boy’s dry lips, forcing his tongue into the boy’s mouth and letting him taste his own seed on the tongue of his captor.

“Ohhh… that’s my good little boy…” the evil one hissed, slipping his tongue between the boy’s lips briefly before trailing it down the boy’s chest again, his fingers brushing over the faint pink nipples, eliciting a cry from his victim.

“Yes… you like that, don’t you my little whore?” But the little one didn’t respond, and the dark one stopped and slowly stood, glaring into his pet’s eyes. “Well?” The boy stared up at him in fear, and opened aloselosed his mouth, searching for his voice. A tan arm suddenly shot out, grabbing the boy’s soft throat, and the other pulled a riding crop from out of nowhere and raised it high as if to strike the boy.

“Well?!?”

“Y-yes, Master….” The boy gasped, his soft voice heard for the first time. Slowly, his throat was released and the riding crop lowered.

“Good boy… Now you get a reward….” And the dark one leaned over and licked at the boy’s nipples until they hardened. The child was gasping as he did this, his head fallen back. “Oh, yes, you love this…. By the way… that was Strike Two on Rule two…”

“Yes, Master…” The boy gasped.

“If I remove the handcuffs, will you be good?”

“Yes, Master…” The boy gasped again, and lifted his head, turning it to brush his lips against his master’s lips. The man leapt back however, and the boy cried out as his head whipped to the side as a result of the harsh slap he received.

“I did not tell you that you could do that, whore!” The man snarled, and twin trails of tears trickled form the boy’s eyes. “Do it again, and you will receive a far more harsh punishment. Do undeunderstand me?”

“Y-y-yes, Master….” The boy whispered.

“That is Strike One on Rule One…” The master moved behind the chair and with a few clicks, the boy drew his hands into his lap, rubbing the red wrists. The master appeared over the back of the chair and buried his fingers into the thick mane of the child before him. He let down the pigtails, and the silver locks fell around the boy’s shoulders. He ran his tan fingers through the silken strands, hissing to himself in pleasured approval. The boy simply sat with his eyes cast down. The tan hands of the master wrapped around the boy’s throat, caressing the soft skin, and moving down his arms until he gripped the sore wrists. With a sudden jerk, the boy was on his feet and was spun to look into his assailant’s eyes. Once again, the tan hands slid down his arms, pushing the light cloth of the blouse down until it fell, freeing the soft body it had been covering.

The master spun his victim around again so that his bare back was pressed into his dark chest, and he ran his hands up and down the boy’s torso. Silent tears continued to drip down the boy’s face as he stood trembling under the hands of his captor. He whimpered and tried to pull away, but the arms wrapped around him with an iron grip and a warning growl was heard.

“You resisted me….” The dark one hissed. “Strike Two on Rule Three… And this will not go without punishment…”

“NO!!” The boy cried. “Please! I’m sorry!!” He cried out as he was thrown onto the bed.

“Strike Three on Rule Two, Boy!!” The Master roared, and the boy on the bed cowered in fear. The blonde pulled something out of his pocket and advanced on his prey. The boy screamed as he was pounced on and pinned down. When he felt a sharp, delicious pain in his nipples he let out a shocked cry. The master’s face lit up with a sadistic grin as he watched his victim squirm beneath him, in the pleasure/pain that the nipple pinchers brought on. There was a soft clink of metal, and the demon closed a pair of velvet lined handcuffs on the boy’s wrists and pushed his hands up above his head.

“Don’t move….” He hissed, and the boy sniffled.

“Yes, Master….” He whimpered, and his eyes grew large in horror as his assailant unbuckled his belt and unlaced his pants, kicking his boots off. Soon enough, he stepped out of them and unzipped his shirt, so that he stood naked before his prey. The boy let loose a small sob of fear as his captor slid onto the bed and crawled up above him until he was straddling the boy’s face, his tall erection straining. A pair of tears rolled down the soft cheeks of the child as his molester repositioned himself and tangled his fingers in the boy’s hair.

“Open your mouth, boy….” The man snarled, and the boy sobbed, but did as he was told.

>Normal POV<

Once again, Marik grabbed one of the cameras and positioned it so that it caught all of the action between the yami’s legs. So far, this was going better than he had dreamed. Ryou had slipped right into his role of the kidnapped and soon-to-be-raped victim. He even managed to get himself to shed tears, but Marik could tell that Ryou was having fun. If he was frightened, he would have told Marik, and wouldn’t be blowing him like he was at the moment. Marik gasped and began thrusting into Ryou’s mouth, but what sent him over the edge was his idea for what he would subject Ryou to next…

>Camera’s POV<

The demon cried out as he released his seed into the boy’s throat. The boy choked and gagged, and when the dark one backed off, he curled up on his side, sobbing.

“Ah, ah, you moved without permission….” His captor taunted. “That’s Strike Two on Rule One. And I think you need to be punished again….” The boy sobbed in fear as his attacker rolled him over onto his back again. Dark hands slid up white skin until they rested on the nipple pinchers. The demon’s lips curled in a sadistic smirk as he removed the nipple pinchers. The boy gasped in relief, but the relief was short lived when the man grabbed a candle and held it over the boy’s chest. The captive let out a ragged sob when the burning hot wax dripped onto his hyper-sensitive nipples. The candle was put back, and the fingers of his attacker flicked off the cooled wax and pinched and rolled the little nubs between his fingers. His victim was whimpering and panting, and let out a wail when he ran an ice cube over his red and tortured nipples.

“Have you learned your lesson?” The demon asked, and the little angel sobbed.

“Yes, Master…. Yes!!!”

“Good…. You won’t like what happens on strike three….” The blonde hissed, and relished the cry that came from the boy as he clamped the nipple pinchers back where they were. “Two Strikes on Rule One… You Struck Out on Rule Two… If you get a fourth strike…. You die.” The boy sobbed. “And you have Two Strikes on Rule Three. I would not suggest pushing your luck…”

“Yes Master….” The boy gasped as the demon slid the skirt down his legs leaving him bare except for the fishnet stockings and collar.

“Good….” The master hissed, and raked his eyes over the body before him. He grinned and ran his tongue over his lips before lifting the boy’s legs over his shoulders. The boy let out a cry of helplessness. The demon sat up on his knees, dragging his victim with him until the boy was resting his weight on his shoulders, his back pressed into his captor’s chest. Tears fell down his cheeks as he stared up at the evil lavender eyes that stared right back down at him from between his legs. The boy began to sob as his assailant licked up his thigh.

“Mmmmm….. Such sweet skin…..” came the hiss, and the boy turned his head to the side in shame as he began to grow aroused as a result of the continuing licks and nips that the demon was covering his nether regions with.

The demon continued to run his tongue all over the boy’s inner thighs, sometimes nipping at the soft flesh. After a while, he progressed to suckling the silky skin, all the while watching the boy become aroused against his will.

“Your mind is crying ‘no’…” The dark one hissed, taunting his prey. “But you body is SCREAMING ‘yes’!” The boy sobbed again. “Awww…. I’m right, aren’t I?” The boy sobbed, and after a moments made a few noises through his sobs that sounded like ‘yes master’, and the demon was satisfied. And so he continued his activities between the boy’s legs, running his hands over his thighs and downwards, over his stomach and chest, sometimes flicking at the nipple pinchers, bringing squeaks from his prisoner. He trailed his tongue further up the boy’s thighs before running it over the area between his scrotum and penis.

“Ah-AHHH!!!!” The child cried out, and closed his eyes, arching his back. The blonde grinned and gripped the boy’s thighs as he began to gently lick and suck at the tender skin that encased his prey’s testes. The boy began to tremble and sweat and his assailant watched a light pink blush spread over the boy’s cheeks. His lips curled in a feral grin, and he dragged his tongue down, listening to gasp as he licked over the child’s perineum, and finally swiping over his quivering entrance. He gently rubbed the tight hole with his tongue while his hands continued to massage the boy’s inner thighs. The boy began to sob again, and his body continued to shake.

“Something to say, boy?” the demon hissed.

“Please….” The boy panted. “Please stop! Please, Master! Please don’t!!”

“Don’t what?”

“Master, don’t… don’t….” The boy stammered, and the demon grinned and continued licking at the boy’s entrance. “NOOOO!!!!” The boy wailed, tears streaming down his face. “Master, please, no!!” An evil laugh began deep in the man’s throat as he began to ease his tongue into the boy’s body, and the child screamed. He continued to probe into the little one’s body, thrusting his tongue in and out, listening to desperate sobs of his victim. Then, the boy began to squirm and clench his muscles around the intruder. The man smirked and stopped, trailing his tongue back up over his perineum and testicles, and he licked up the underside of the boy’s erection before he took the head into his mouth. The boy cried out and bucked his hips up, thrusting his length into the man’s throat, and the blonde recoiled, gagging at the unexpected action. In a series of thumps, crashes and yelps, both predator and prey toppled off of the bed and onto the floor.

“Ahh!! FUCK!!” The demon snapped, and got to his feet, glaring down at the boy on the floor, staring up at him with a look of horror on his face. "What the fuck was that?!”

“I, I’m sorry!!” The boy gasped. “Master, please, I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Oh, God, I’m so sorry! Please, don’t hurt me….”

“SHUT UP!!” Roared the predator, and the boy squeaked. “That’s Strike three on Rule One!!!” The boy began to sob again. He was suddenly slammed down onto the bed again, and his captor turned and pulled something out from under the bed.

“Obviously, you are going to be punished…” Came the hiss, and the boy let out a wail of despair. He yelped as his penis was taken into a tight grip and was stroked and pumped until it once again became hard. He closed his eyes, but gasped and opened them at an odd pressure around his genitals. He blinked and looked down, staring through his tears at the cock ring that the demon had put on him. Then, he watched as his captor rubbed an oil over his hands, then stroked his erection, coating it with the oil. The boy groaned as the cock ring prevented him from reaching his climax. Then, the demon turned and grabbed his hands, rubbing the oil over the boy’s fingers, before placing his feet between the boy’s elbows and sides. He knelt on the boy’s chest again, removing the nipple pinchers and grabbing his handcuffed wrists, forcing him to wrap his arms around the tan waist and rest his hands on the demon’s backside.

“Listen very carefully….” The tan blonde hissed, glaring down into the frightened doe brown eyes. “You will prepare me. One finger at a time. If you fuck this up, I will fuck YOU up. Got it?” the boy whimpered and nodded, then yelped as the demon once again forced him to take his dark erection into his mouth. He closed his eyes and focused on licking and teasing at the shaft in his mouth, and slipping an oiled finger into his captor’s hot tunnel, easing it deeper and twisting it. The man moaned, and rocked his hips into the double stimulation. The albino added another finger and thrust them in and out, gently, not wanting to hurt his molester; doing so would get him killed.

>Normal POV<

Marik groaned as he thrust into Ryou’s mouth, feeling the gentle fingers carefully preparing him. He looked down and watched Ryou’s eyes open slightly, revealing a deep lust them. Marik smiled down at Ryou and ran a gentle hand through the boy’s hair.

“I love you….” He whispered, and watched Ryou's eyes widen in confusion. “Shhhh…. I’ll simply have to do some editing to cut that out, love.” Ryou smiled and stopped momentarily.

“I love you too.”

“Having fun?”

“More than I thought I would. When will you “rape” me?” Ryou asked, and Marik chuckled.

“You are such a whore.”

“You bring out the whore in me, Marik.” Ryou whispered, and took the yami back into his mouth. Marik cried out and thrust into the hot mouth below him and threw his head back, shouting out his orgasm. Ryou fell back into his role and whimpered, coughing and choking as Marik pulled back. Marik grinned down at Ryou and moved down his body, the hikari’s fingers slipping from the yami’s body.

>Camera’s POV<

The child yipped as his hips were straddled, and his eyes widened when he saw his attacker center himself above his victim’s erection. The demon lowered himself and watched the boy throw his head back and groan loudly.

“Ahh!” The man gasped as the boy bucked his hips up, burying himself to the hilt in the body above him. “Yes….. Do that again….” Came the snarling command, and the boy whimpered. The demon glared down at him, then leaned over and crushed his mouth to that of his victim. He forced his tongue in and proceeded to thrust it in and out of the boy’s mouth in time with the rise and fall of his own hips as he moved himself on the child’s erection. He dragged his hands over the boy’s chest until they found his swollen nipples. He began to rub and pinch them, and the boy groaned into his mouth, fisting his hands in the pillow at the head of the bed. The tan blonde moved himself upon the boy, panting and moaning into the boy’s mouth, clenching and unclenching around the child’s length. It wasn’t long before the boy was sobbing in desperation, thck rck ring keeping him from reaching his climax. The demon stroked him self and released, spraying his fluids across his victim’s chest. Groaning, the man lifted himself off of the boy, and proceeded to lap up his mess from the boy’s body.

“Did you like that?” He hissed, and the boy sniffled and nodded fearfully.

“Yes Master.” He whispered, and the man grunted and nodded his approval, before grabbing the oil again. He then reached under a pillow, and the boy’s eyes widened as he stared at the vibrator. He then yelped as he was pounced, and then he once again found himself with the ball gag in his mouth. Another scuffle, and he was blindfolded. The demon watched the boy begin to tremble in his fear, and turn his head from side to side, trying to hear what his molester was doing.

The demon forced the boy’s legs apart, listening to the distressed yelp, before easing the oiled vibrator into the boy’s body. The little one gave a wail of despaired helplessness around the ball gag, and rolled his head from side to side, tears soaking through the blind fold. But when his attacker turned the vibrator on, he threw his head back and bucked his hips, crying out in shocked pleasure.

"Yes...." The demon crooned. "I know it feels good. And you love it, don't you?" The boy continued to thrash and buck his hips into the vibrator. The demon's face split into an evil grin and he flipped the boy over onto his stomach. The innocent gasped and began rubbing against the blankets, still unable to reach his climax. The demon slammed the vibrator hard into the boy, jabbing it against his prostrate and holding it there, keeping it pressed hard against the nerves stimulating them to the point that the boy was screaming, his body involuntairly going into spasms. The man lifted the boy to his knees and removed the cock ring, slamming the sex toy in and out of his victims's body and roughly pumping his dribbling erection. A few thrusts, and the boy released violently, spraying his fluids all over the bed spread. A moment later his body slumped over, completely limp. The child panted and whimpered slightly, his body shivering with the aftershocks of his massive orgasm.

"I know you enjoyed that..." the demon hissed in the boy's ear. "Congratulations. No one has ever lasted this long before. Normally, they struck out almost immediately, so I just fucked them and killed them." The albino whimpered and shuddered as his gag and blindfold were removed. "All this time, I have been hunting for the perfect slave. I think I've just found it." The boy's eyes widened. "Shhh.... Don't be afraid." The kidnapper hissed, stroking the child's hair. "I won't kill you. No... You belong to me, and I intend to use your beautiful little body to the fullest."

"no......" The boy gasped, eyes filling with tears. "NO!!! NO!! LET ME GO!!!" And he began to thrash, kicking at his master and knocking him off of the bed. There was a crash and a yelp, and the boy stared at his assailant standing from the debris of the newly smashed chair. He squeaked when he saw the look in the man's eyes.

"Congradulations..." Came the frightening growl. "You just struck out...." The boy's eyes widened in terror as he watched the man's penis swell and harden. The soon-to-be-rapist slowly stalked closer to the naked boy on the bed. "I think you can guess what your punishment is this time...." and with a shout, he pounced on the boy, removing the handcuffs and instead using a velvet rope to bind his wrists together with one end, and tieing the other end to the head of the bed, forcing the boy's arms over his head. The boy sobbed and thrashed until his captor slammed his fist into his stomach, making the boy curl up gasping for breath and whining in pain.

>Normal POV<

Marik turned Ryou over onto his somach and spread his legs, settling between them. He watched Ryou's shoulders shake with false sobs.

"You're doing well, love." He crooned, stroking Ryou. "You ready for the final act? And don't forget, you're supposed to be a virgin."

"You and your obsession with virgins.... Is this your way of making up for not being my first?"

"Maybe..." Marik snickered, and Ryou sighed and shook his head. "Ready?"

"Marik......"

"Yes?" Marik asked, and Ryou turned to look up at the yami over his shoulder. Marik stared at the lustful look in Ryou's eyes. He coudl tell that the hikari was turned on like nothing else.

"I'm ready.... Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard that I scream. Fuck me until I can't take it anymore. Fuck me until you can't fuck me any more. Fuck me like you've never fucked me before. And then......" Marik gulped, eyes wide. "Fuck me again...." Ryou panted, and then lowered his head, taking up his previous position. Marik's jaw dropped and he stared down between his legs as his penis grew harder and lengthened another inch, which Marik didn't think was possible.

"Gladly...." He finally rasped, and grabbed a camera, aiming it at Ryou's backside.

>Camera's POV<

The demon dug his fingers into the soft flesh of the boy's buttocks hard enough to bruise and separated them, seeing his target before him. The child whimpered in fear, and lavendar eyes narrowed as they stared at the angel's quivering virgin entrance.

"Mine...." The blonde hissed and pressed the tip of his erection against the muclses that now fought to preserve the innocence of the body they were a part of. The monster's grin widened and he pressed down, slowly. He listened to the helpless sob of his victim as the muscles were forced down, yet still held the intruder at bay. The man increased the pressure, and finallyth ath a pained cry from his prey, the child's body lost the battle and the head of his erection plowed past the ring of muscles and into the wet sticky heat that it had been waiting to invade.

The boy sobbed in pain and despair as the swollen head of his rapist's penis was forced inside of his young body. The monster stopped, purposely drawing out the pain and torment he was inficting upon his victim.

"Hush, my little one...." Came the growling voice. "Soon, you will grow used to it. Feel me inside of you, boy. Learn how it feels. Learn to love it. For you will feel it every day for the rest of your life." The boy sobbed and pulled at the binds on his wrists. He yelped as the demon began to bury himself further into the tight channel, going as slowly as he could, enjoying the pained cries and pleas from his victim. He watched himself entering the boy, watching those tortured muscles wrap around his engorged penis, clenching and unclenching in pain. He focused on the feeling surround his length; the tight heat constricting, trying to force him out of the body he was invading by force, but unknowingly pleasureing him, massaging him, caressing him....... making him want the body below him even more. He closed his eyes briefly and moaned. It was like his shaft had been wrapped in hot wet satin and was being massaged.

He opened his eyes again and continued watching his length slide in farther and farther until it could go no deeper. With a sadistic grin, he slammed his hips down, harshly jabbing the boy's prostate, bringing a shocked yelp from the body beneath him. He lay down letting his full weight rest on the little one beneath him and he began to rotate his hips, grinding harshly into the body below him. He chuckled into the angel's ear before nuzzling it.

"How does it feel"? He hissed, licking the edge of his prey's ear. The boy let out a low mournful moan that became a harsh sob. Tears fell down his soft face that was contorted to show many different things, all off which pleased his rapist; agonized pain, despaired helpsessness, and most of all, defeat.

He wanted to die. As far as he was concerned, it was over. He had no more fight left in him. He had been broken. His body belonged to the man who had claimed it, and, he, he was staking his claim. The little innocent knew it was over as he whimpered under the constant rubbing against his prostrate as his attacker continued to grind against him. When the man thrust down again, he yelped in pain.

"I asked you a question......" He snarled. "Tell me how it feels. All of it. Everything your body feels. Tell me. Or would you prefer that I nueter you?" The boy whimpered at the thought, and shook his head. "Then start talking. How does it feel?"

"......... It..... It.........."

"Yes?"

".............. It hurts......" The boy whispered, and tears flowed down his face. "I feel pain.... and I feel......... full." The boy murmured, his face turning red in his shame and embarassment.

"Stuffed?"

"Y-yes......" the boy whimpered, then gasped when the demon suddenly pulled out, leaving only the weeping head inside of his body.

"And now?"

".... R-releif....." the boy whispered. The demon scowled and violently slammed in, grinning at the horrible shriek that was torn from the child's throat. "P-p-pain!!!" He cried, and sobbed as he was thrust into again. "Ahh!!!"

"Yes.... Scream......." The predator hissed, and gripped the boy's hips and continued to slam into his body over and over and over again, watching the blood begin to well up and run down his backside and down his inner thighs, finally soaking into the bedspread. The boy was screaming aryinrying, thrashing and trying to escape, but all in vain. The demon pulled out completely, only to flip the boy over and lift one leg up over his shoulder and slamming back into his body, bringing a shattering scream of pain from his victim. He continued his harsh thrusts, slamming in as hard and as fast as he could, until he once again got tired of that position and turned the boy onto his back, letting his leg slide off of his shoulder. He moved over boy, grinning down at his face, watching his body jerk violently with each brutal thrust, and savoring every pained cry. After a few more minutes, he forced both of the boy's legs over his shoulders and continued to slam into him, now harshly pinching and twisting his swollen and tortured nipples, drowning in the boy's screams and watching the boy become aroused against his will, despite the agony he was in.

"That's it, my pet.... I will not stop until you cum for me...." The boy's face was streaked witars ars and his inner thighs were smeared with blood. He was sure that his nipples would be bruised from their rough treatment, and he vaguley thought that if he were still alive in the morning, there was no way he would be able to get up. He felt as thought he was being torn apart from the inside, and his screams were weakening, along with the rest of his body.

Finally, he threw his head back and cried out as he reached his unwanted climax, his seed shooting over his attacker's chest. The demon gasped at the sudden tightening around his penis, and a few more savage thrusts and he reached his orgasm, releasing his semen, filling the boy's body until it dripped from his entrance. The boy's soft sobs were the only sound in the room as the predator and prey lay in the bed, bodies entwined and covered in the evidence of the rape. After a while, the tan body slowly raised itself slightly, lavendar eyes boring into the broken brown orbs below.

"Yes....." The blonde hissed to his little captive. "Get used to that, my little one. You now belong to me, and your only purpose is to please me. Oh yes, my pet.... You are mine, and you will never leave me alive...." The boy's eyes filled with horrified tears. "Welcome Home......." And the Master slumped over onto his slave to rest. The broken child closed his eyes and tears streamed down his face as the room echoed with his wail of devastated defeat.....

>al Pal POV<

"And cut......." Marik whispered into Ryou's ear. Ryou giggled tiredly and wrapped his arms around Marik.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Are you okay?" Marik asked, getting up.

"Yes.... Don't go." Ryou said, and Marik smiled and nodded. He untied Ryou's wrists and gently slipped from his body. Ryou winced, but gave Marik a smile, and curled his arms around his neck, holding the yami close.

"Happy Birthday Marik."

"Mmmm..... Best present ever." Marik mumbled, and Ryou giggled.

"Marik?"

"Hmm?"

"One question."

"Hmm?"

"Where did you get all of the cameras?" Ryou asked, estimating that there were a dozen strategically placed around the room.

"Bakura."

"Where'd he get them?"

"Heh.... I'll give you two guesses....." Marik snikcered, and Ryou groaned.

"Stupid klepto yami......" Ryou muttered, and Marik giggled.

"I think we should shower..." Marik said, and slowly stood, yelping and doubliver ver slightly.

"You okay?"

"I think I tore a muscle in my ass!!!" Marik whimpered, and Ryou laughed.

"That's what you get." Ryou said. "Oooh, help me up!" Marik laughed and instead, scooped Ryou into his arms and kissed him, taking him into the bathroom.

"Maybe we should film a shower scene......"

> An Hour Later....
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"Marik?" Malik called, entering the apartment. "We're home! Ready to go to dinner?" Bakura shoved by and entered the apartment. "I wonder if he went through with it with Ryou?" Malik wondered.

"Went through withy what?" Bakura asked, blinking, wondering what Marik had been up to with his light. Malik sighed and went back to the bedroom.

"Yup. He did it." Malik said, and Bakura peered in. He blinked, looking over the odd assortment of clothes, sex toys, video cameras he had stolen at the tan yami's request, and then, at the large blood stain on the bed. Bakrua's eyes narrowed and his hair seemed to prickle.

"If he hurt Ryou....."

"I'm fine, Bakura." Malik and Bakura turned to see Ryou standing in the doorway with Marik, both wearing the same bathrobe. Well, Marik was wearing the bathrobe and had pulled Ryou into his chest and closed the robe over him. Ryou smiled and purred as Marik dotted his neck and cheek with little kisses.

"Now do you know why I attacked you the other day?" Malik asked, anou gou giggled.

"Yes. And you're right. It WAS for a good cause." Ryou said, and Marik grinned, nuzzling Ryou's ear. Bakura scowled.

"What the hell is goin on here?!"

"Give me a week to edit, Itemri. And then you'll see."

> One Week Later <

Bakura, Ryou, Yami, Yugi, Mikado, Ahmose, Seto, Joey, Tristan and Otogi all sat around Bakura's bedroom before the big screen TV, in front of which Marik now stood.

"I suppose you are all wondering why I had you all come here tonight...." Marik said.

"And told us not to have sex all last week!!!" Yami demanded, and Marik grinned.

"Because what you're about to see will make it all up to you."

"And what is it?" Seto drawled in a bored tone. Marik grinned.

"Ryou and my debut as Porn Stars." Marik snickered, and Ryou snorted into his hand, trying not to burst out laughing.

"Would this have anything to do with Ryou's limp all week long?" Mikado asked, looking very amused.

"I think our little movie will answer that for you." Marik said. They all looked up as Malik appeared in the doorway and walked down the basement stairs, balancing several large bowls of popcorn, chips, and a stack of towels on his head. He laid these out.

"What are the towels for?" Otogi asked.

"To clean up your mess." Bakura snorted. "Please cum on the towel, not my bed."

"Let's get started already!!!" Joey called, and Marik popped the disc into the DVD player. The screen lit up, and Ryou, Malik and Yugi giggled at the hand drawn sign that said 'Millennium Preductions Prosents.....'

"Nice spelling, Marik." Mikado laughed.

'A Marik Ishtar Film.....' Said the next hand made sign, followed by, 'Starring Marik Ishtar.'

'And.'

'the Stunning....' Ryou blinked.

'The Sexy....' Bakura rolled his eyes.

'The Beautiful...' The group began to snicker at the cheesey signs.

'The talented....' Ryou began to blush and Bakura was hiding his face in Ryou's hair, making high pitched giggles.

'The Magnificent.....' The entire group loudly sang out the next sign.

"RYOU BAKURA!!!" They all cheered, laughing and clapping. Yami passed Ryou a pen and asked for an autograph. The pale hikari playfully chucked the pen at the Pharaoh's head.

"In...." The group chorused. Then, they all stared in confusion at the title. In hieroglyphics. Well, most of them did. Yami, Bakura and Ahmose all toppled over, laughing hysterically.

"What does it say?" Ryou asked.

"It says 'I can't think of a title'..." Ahmose managed to say, making all the others laugh. They all quieted down when a television appeared on the screen. It turned on, and CNN was shown.

"Mass kidnappings....." The reporter said, and the channel was changed to another news station.

" Victim of rape...." The channel changed again.

"Found murdered...." Said the next channel.

"Victims are all between the ages of...."

"Only a matter of time before the next......." the TV flipped off. Ryou blinked as he saw himself on the screen. The TV had obviously been been Marik's, but now the view was in HIS living room. He watched himself stand and stretch, and head up the stairs.

"Who did that?" Ryou asked, looking at Marik.

"Malik. Two weeks ago." Marik said, grinning, and Ryou rolled his eyes. The camera was moving. It was a bit shaky and was obviously being caried by hand. It moved over the coffee table and focused on a newspaper that, after a moment, Ryou could tead bad been made on the computer. He had to admit, it was a good job. The headline said '12th VICTIM OF RECENT KIDNAPPINGS FOUND RAPED AND MURDERED'. The camera zoomed in on different parts of the article. '.... young boys between the ages of fifteen and twenty....', '... twelve victims so far...', '.... beaten, raped and murdered.....', 'no suspects....'. Ryou rolled his eyes and cuddled closer into Bakura's side. Bakrua put an arm around Ryou.

The next segment followed Ryou as he walked to school. The camera slowly panned and focused in on a narrow lavendar eye, watching Ryou.

"You went to way too much trouble for this." Ryou snickered. The scene faded out and faded in to the school. The bell rang, and it followed Ryou and Yugi down the street. After a moment, the pair parted ways, and Ryou continued to walk. Suddenly, a figure in black leapt out of an alley, grabbed Ryou and dragged him out of site.

"You scared the living shit out of me doing that, Malik." Ryou complained.

"It was fun!!" Was all Malik said in reply. The scene faded out again. After a moment, the picture returned, this time showing Ryou tied to the chair in the costume Marik had provided, opening his eyes and looking scared. The door opened behind him, and Marik appeared...

The group watched the film, eyes wide. To Marik's satisfaction, by the time he had Ryou upside-down with his head between the hikari's legs, almost the entire group had their pants open... with the exception of Ryou and Ahmose, but Marik could see the yami squirming and sweating, and a moment later, Mikado rectified the situation and started giving his yami and hand job. By the time Ryou had the vibrator up his ass, Marik had pulled out his own erection and started stroking it. He had to admit it. This film was something he had waited far too long to do. He glanced over at Bakura who had his legs spread wide apart and was jacking himself off, his eyes fixed on his light on the screen. Ryou looked slightly embarassed that the group was jacking off to him having sex with Marik, but he was running his hand over the bulge between his legs. Marik smiled from his perch on the bed, right above Ryou who was on the floor. He leaned over, hooked his hands under arms and pulled him up. He covered Ryou's mouth and pulled the boy down onto his erection. Ryou groaned, but kept his wide eyes glued to the screen. Marik cuddled Ryou in his lap, gently stroking the hikari's erection.

The film ended all too soon for the group, the screen going black leaving only Ryou's final cry ringing through over the speakers. When they were sure it was over, they all cheered.

"Holy fuck......" Bakura croaked, and slowly put himself away. The others did too, all staring at Ryou who was moving himself up and down on Marik's penis. The boy gasped and released, as did Marik, and the pair slowly separated and collapsed.

"Malik, you stay here with me and Marik and Ryou...." Bakura rasped. "Yugi, Yami, Ryou's room. Mikado, Ahmose, the master bedroom. Seto, Joey, you can use Seto's limo out front. Otogi, Tristan, the guest room." The group blinked, then all disappeared up the stairs the through the door. Ryou stared as Marik, Malik and Bakura advanced on him, all with lustful gleams in their eyes. Ryou blinked.

"Ummmm........ Guys?" He asked, quietly, but the predators pounced..... their prey didn't stand a chance..........

THE END