Stop it

Title: Stop It

A/N: Well, my friend and I were having a competition to see who can write the best fic with the most realistic reason of why Siegfried is gay….yeah…since she’s afraid to post anything here or anywhere else I’ll be the only one to see her work, but I’m nice enough to share my strange twisted ideas with all of you. Oh yeah, this story takes place when Sieg-sama was younger.

Disclaimer: I shamefully do not own Yugioh or Siegfried, but I do own the men and my sick fantasies…

Warning: This fic contains rape and pedophilia (if that’s how you spell it) and foul language along with sex. But what do you expect here right right? Especially from me (: It starts out in the lemon a little detailless, but it gets MUCH better later on, trust me please (:

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It was eleven thirty on a Saturday evening. Siegfried was heading towards his room for the night after a late night in-home cram session hosted by his most hated algebra teacher and greatly despised pointer pointing language teacher. Why ever did he have to learn French from a woman who looked like she was about to die and loved to flail her little metal pointer around? Why, even the Frau hated that woman!

Heading towards his room he was constantly instructed to have a good night and to sleep tight. Except for by four night guards and a young butler who had been hired just a little over two months previous. No, by them he was cornered kindly one by one before he realized anything was amiss.

“Gute nacht,” said a passing maid.

“Sleep well,” informed another. He kindly wished them the same with a fake smile and the instant they were gone allowed his expression to droop and his eyes to relax, blurring the scene only slightly as his eyes rested. He could use a good night’s sleep. But that was the last thing he was going to get.

“Ah, good night, young master,” said the lively young butler with a cheery grin. Siegfried sparred him a weak smile and barely noted that the man was following him. He did begin to notice when three guards formed behind him. He began to wonder if his father had set up for him to be escorted to his room at night, or perhaps this was just a coincidence or a lame joke. But he was soon proven wrong when his bed room door came into view and there was another guard blocking it. Finding it safe to ask to convoy behind him Siegfried spoke:

“Okay, what’s going on? Why are you all following me?” Siegfried glared suspiciously at them only to receive smirks as a reply. A smirk and being grabbed up by the largest of the guards and having a thick hand placed over his mouth to muffle his yelling. He soon realized that he was being taken to the servant lounge, the lesser used of the three in the house, and tossed onto the thinly carpeted floor. “What are you doing!” Siegfried yelled appalled. Never had he been treated with less respect.

“Oh be quiet now. We’re gonna have some fun right now,” the butler said as he locked the door. Siegfried jerked his head around trying to look at all of the men at once. He was afraid. He was an innocent boy at the time, thoughts of rape and sex weren’t yet driven into his mind, but they would be from this night out.

“And what exactly do you mean by that?” Siegfried asked coldly as he glared at the butler. Said man smirked and kneeled down to be eye level with his young captive and lifted the boy’s chin with his hand.

“I think you know what I mean,” the butler whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on Siegfried’s cheek. His eyes got large and he pulled his head free of the butler’s gentle grasp. The man just smirked and Siegfried glanced quickly around and watched as the guards moved in on him one step at a time.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Siegfried yelled as he jumped to his feet. “You can’t do anything to me! Because—” The butler silenced him by placing a thin cold finger over his lips.

“On the contrary, we can,” said one of the guards as he grabbed onto Siegfried’s shoulders from behind.

“And your mother and father won’t find out because you’re not going to tell them,” said the most muscular guard as he walked closer to Siegfried and grabbed the boy by the collar with one hand and began unbuttoning the buttons on the boy’s shirt with the other. When he tried to protest and push the man’s hands each of the other guards claimed one of his hands.

“And how can you be so sure?” Siegfried snapped, trying to wiggle free of all of the hands that surrounded him. His shirt was pulled down to his wrists where it hung limp only held on by the hands of the guards who refused to let go.

“Because you’re not going to want them to find out when we’re done with you,” the young butler said as he ran his fingers through his greased black hair. “You’re going to be too ashamed to let them know.” Siegfried growled at the man and attempted to speak but lost the ability when he felt one of the guard’s strong grasp on the place between his legs.

“W-what d-do you think you’re doing!?” He yelped as he tried to back away from the touch managing to only press back against the guard behind him, feeling the mans hard member poking at his lower back.

“I think it’s obvious what I am doing, Siegfried,” The guard said with a smirk. Siegfried glared at the man, half out of the anger he was feeling, and the other reason being that /no one/ but his family could address him simply as Siegfried. To all of the guards and servants he was ‘young master,’ or ‘master Siegfried.’ The guard just smirked and as if sensing the boy’s anger towards the lack of respect he replied. “I am your master tonight, Siegfried. So you’d better get used to me addressing you without a title.” The other guards and the butler chucked sickeningly and then the guard began undoing the fly on his ‘servant’s’ pants.

Siegfried naturally fought harder to get away this time, managing to knock the guard behind him off balance and allowing him a moment to get free. He got at least three paces towards the door before the butler grabbed him painfully by his soft pink hair causing him to whimper slightly but cease movement. The butler pulled the boy off balance by the hair and then pushed him to the floor with his foot.

“Now be a good little boy and listen to your masters. Don’t move!” He said as the guards moved in on him. Siegfried lifted himself into a sitting position and stared helplessly at the faces around him like a dog about to be beaten.

A different one of the four guards got close enough to once again begin removing Siegfried’s white pants. Apparently the guard was working too slowly because the other men began pull and tug at his pants as well. Soon the four men managed to remove every article of clothing on the child exposing ever inch of his flesh except for that that was hidden behind his shoulder length hair.

For at least five minutes none of the four men made a move. But they did however speak when Siegfried’s hands attempted to cover his groin. But that was the only time they moved. They just stared at his body, mostly on his groin and occasionally at his face and eyes. Eyes that were holding back tears that wanted so desperately to fall.

The largest of the guards made the first move on Siegfried and all of the others followed except for the butler. For another ten minutes Siegfried suffered through having the men run their hands all over him and grope and him and lick at him. He was disgusted to the point of nausea and dry heaves but none of the men spared him any mind.

“Aw, what’s the matter little boy? Not having any fun?” One of the guards said as he pushed Siegfried over until he was on all fours like a dog. “Well we’ll fix that so don’t you worry.” Siegfried whimpered as he heard the men begin to unzip their flies and pants and shoes removed. Two of the guards removed their shirts as well. The butler still remained fully clothed and watched from the sidelines as if he were a referee.

“Make sure you’re gentle with the boy,” the butler called as he threw a bottle at one of the guards who failed to catch it. “It is his first time after all.” The guards nodded and glared as if angered by the wait they would have to put up with. Siegfried hated the fact that the closest friend he had in the room was that butler. He was the only one not coming for him at the given moment.

Noting how unwilling the guards’ faces looked the butler decided to take matters into his own hands. “On second thought, leave preparation to me,” the man said as he walked over to Siegfried who did not move from his canine position.

The butler shooed a few of the guards away from their toy and knelt beside it turning the boy’s head to look him in the eye. Siegfried’s eyes were cold and filled with hate. The butler didn’t like that.

“Aw, come now, Siegfried. You should be thanking me for keeping these men out of you long enough to make it nearly painless for you.” The butler chucked but Siegfried’s expression stayed the same which almost annoyed him enough to leave the boy without any preparation at all, but he settled with a painful backhand across the child’s face.

Siegfried whimpered slightly at the blow and lifted one hand from the floor to caress the reddening spot of his right cheek. The butler smiled at the boy’s pain and a few of the guards laughed heartily as if watching some sitcom at their servant’s expense.

“Now be good and that won’t happen again,” the butler said as he slinked away towards the bottle of lotion on the floor. “Uh, someone hold him for me, won’t you?” The guards complied automatically. Two worked on holding his upper half while another held him around the waist and held onto one of his legs. The other guard simply stared at Siegfried in the eyes watching the rage that brewed there with a smile on his face.

Siegfried’s view was blocked by the guards’ bodies and was unable to see what the butler was doing behind him. He could hear the bottle of lotion being squeezed and couldn’t help but fidget when he felt a finger being pressed at his entrance. He tired to jerk away but it proved impossible, the guard at his waist was the strongest of the four and with two men at his front he could go nowhere.

The butler thrust the lotion coated finger into his servant’s tight entrance noting how the boy struggled to get free and whimpered each time the finger bent to stretch him. The butler couldn’t help but get a little hard when he heard his servant call out as a second finger was added. The whimpering and jerking becoming more constant with each scissor motion the man made inside of his young captive. When the third finger was added Siegfried was no longer fighting the man. He knew that he would need his strength later to fight to get free of the men and run to his father while the men were distracted with orgasms and other things.

The butler made sure that his little toy was properly lubed before removing his fingers and backing away to allow the guards all the access that they wanted. Siegfried glared at the man bitterly as the guards argued at who got the boy first. As if young school boys the men decided by playing rock paper scissors with each other. The largest guard won the whole thing, but the Butler had to remind them that two men could use the toy at once. Hence the guard that lost to the largest guard the last time got to ‘play’ as well. However the largest got to pick which end he wanted to thrust into. Unfortunately for Siegfried, he chose the front.

“Now be a good little boy and do as you’re told. And if you bite me I’ll beat the shit out of you,” the guard said as he fisted his hand in Siegfried’s soft hair and guided the boy’s tightly closed mouth to his member. Siegfried tried desperately to jerk his head away and almost succeeded in get loose, none of the other guards were holding on to him at that time, until the other guard grabbed him by the hips and thrust into him in one swift blow.

Siegfried called out at the sudden pain and new feeling and while his mouth was open the large guard shoved his erection into his mouth. Siegfried instinctively wanted to bite down on the intruder, but two things stopped him. One was the guard’s threat to beat him, and the other was because the instant his mouth closed around the man’s dick he started shouting praises. He found that if he did everything the man told him to do the painful grip on his hair would loosen and the man would tell him what a wonderful job he was doing. Praises were something he very well deserved and hardly ever received.

So he sucked affectionately at the man’s member, ignoring the bitter pre cum that dripped from its tip. He learned that he could have power over the man while he was being controlled by moving up the shaft painfully slow or nearly causing himself to vomit by deep throating. He learned that if he ran his tongue all around that guards member he would get his hair stroked instead of pulled at. To him it was the rule of ‘one good turn deserves another’ in fast forward.

However he could find no way to soothe the beast and be pampered by the man that was thrusting into him from behind. The man pounded into his toy’s tight entrance at a quick pace barely noticing the thin stream of blood that flowed down the child’s inner things and pooled on the floor later staining the carpet. He thrust his thick member deep into Siegfried’s ass as hard and as deep as he could, pressing against the boy’s sweet spot causing him to moan into the member that filled his mouth.

After having the spot brushed against fifteen times in repetition a new feeling washed over the boy. He could feel himself getting hard despite the pain that he was in. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth as he still preoccupied most of his attention on the large guard’s member. His eyes glazed over with the emotion of lust and just before he reached his own climax the lager guard fisted his hair painfully and Siegfried whimpered loudly before being muffled by the hot seed that shot into his mouth.

The guard quickly pulled out of his mouth in fear of teeth or perhaps it was fear of chocking the toy who was obviously shocked. Siegfried let the seamen run down his shin and drip on the floor creating a slimy puddle as the guard behind him began thrusting mercilessly. Despite the fact that his sweet spot was being pressed with every thrust he could not distract his mind from the jolts of pain. There were no comforting words from this man, only pain and the feeling of being used.

The other guards were amazed at how well their co worker held on to fighting climax. It was almost another four minutes of painful thrusting and abuse to Siegfried’s ass before he released his seed stinging every single stretch and cut that the boy had.

The guard pulled slowly out of the child and smirked as the boy collapsed from his dog position. It was good to see that he was able to wear the boy out. Just as the other two guards stepped forward to claim their time with the toy the butler spoke up.

“I think I learned something,” he said. The guards wanted to ignore him, but found that he was the one who set this whole thing up. What was to stop him from brining it to an end?

“And what might that be?” Asked the guard who had finished claiming the last of the child’s energy.

“Siegfried here likes to be reassured that he’s doing a good job. Maybe, just maybe, if you tell him what a good job he’s doing, he’ll be even better. Hm?” The guards laughed sickeningly and passed glances from Siegfried to each other.

“Is this true, Siegfried?” asked the smaller of the guards as he lifted the boy’s head from the floor with a careful hand. The other hand stroked the boy’s tangled hair. “Is it?” He asked again? Siegfried nodded as if ashamed and looked away from all of his captors. “Aw, isn’t that sweet?”

The other guards laughed.

“The boy doesn’t get enough praises by mommy and daddy so he likes it when he gets them from us!” The guard laughed heartily and turned Siegfried’s head to look at him. “Let me tell you a secret,” the guard said as he leaned forward to whisper in his toy’s ear. “I’ve always thought that you were a really good boy,” the guard smirked and laughed. When he lowered his hand from Siegfried’s face he was surprised at the boy’s reaction.

Rather than looking away or just staring at the man for his obviously lying comment, Siegfried reached out and grabbed the man’s head with both of his hands. He sat up onto his knees and then placed a kiss on the guard’s lips. The guard just smirked and attempted to turn away but Siegfried held on. He ran his tongue across the man’s lips and awaited for his soon to be lover to comply.

He never did.

He pushed the boy away from him and then the other guard came along. He was the one that claimed he wanted the mouth, the guard Siegfried had been kissing demanded his ass. The guard stroked the boy’s soft hair the way he always did when he passed him in the corridors or saw him studying, only this time there was more of an emotion behind it. It was lust that drove the man into a frenzy of kindness. Siegfried knew that in the back of his mind, but he didn’t really care. He liked the affection even if he was loosing more in the process.

Siegfried opened his mouth to allow the member entrance and with in the moment he did the other guard thrust into him from behind causing him to yelp but not fight the way he had before.

Obviously glad for the boy’s willing attitude the guard complied by leaning forward to run his finger’s through his servant’s pink hair.

“That’s a good boy,” the guard said as if Siegfried was nothing more than a dog, but Siegfried didn’t care. He liked being their do as long as he was given praises.

Then the whole act began again. Siegfried centered his mind on the member in his mouth and completely ignored the pulsing pain behind him where the guard was thrusting into him deeper and harder each time. The only time his mind even settled on his ass was when his sweet spot was being brushed against.

Each time the guard thrust into Siegfried’s small frame he got deeper and deeper until the full extent of his member was inside. After that moment each thrust brought not only a wave of pleasure to him, but also to Siegfried as his sweet spot was pressed against causing him to moan and occasionally shutter.

Siegfried learned new tricks for the guard filling his mouth. The man liked to be teased and Siegfried began learning different things to drive the man mad. In some ways he felt like he was the master controlling the servant instead of the vice versa that everyone else saw.

He would travel up the member terribly slow making the guard suffer before allowing him to feel the full extent of his servant’s mouth’s warmth. Once the member was all the way in Siegfried would deep throat before slipping the member out of his mouth almost too quickly. Occasionally he would grope at his master’s balls just to hear the man shout praises to him, and other times he would pull the member out of his mouth all of the way to the tip before teasing the part, forcing himself to enjoy the taste of the pre cum.

“You’re so good, Siegfried!” The guard said as he reached his climax. Siegfried took this as his cue travel up the member even slower than before feeling the man stroke his hair violently and then travel down it slowly once again exposing the flesh to the cool air. The instant his mouth reached the tip of his master’s member after repeating the act three times the guard fisted his hands in Siegfried’s hair causing him to whimper and then released his seed into the boy’s mouth.

Wondering if it would make his master more pleased, Siegfried swallowed every drop of the cum and wiped a stream of it off of his chin licked it off of his fingers. The act reminded the guard so much of a whore he’d slept with three months previous. Only she wasn’t nearly as good as Siegfried was.

Rather than getting praises from the man for swallowing every drop of the seed the guard simply ignored him and walked away to where the other two finished guards stood. For a moment Siegfried allowed himself to feel let down. Why didn’t the guard say he was a good boy or stroke his hair one last time? /It’s because he’s only using me…/ said a voice in the back of his mind. He shook the voice from his head and whimpered as he felt the guar behind him thrust in deep.

Once again Siegfried was forced to pay attention to the guard behind him. Never did the men in his ass climax before the men that enjoyed his mouth. Why was that? Siegfried would begin to wonder the very next day. But that was a question he would never dare ask.

This guard was a more violent man. He wasn’t into shouting praises, in fact, he was more into causing pain to the servant he controlled. He often reached forward just to pull violently back on Siegfried’s hair claiming that he just wanted to hear the boy yell. The thought made a couple of the guards uneasy and angered the butler. He felt that the child was in enough pain and barely needed more, but he was paying off debt by letting these guards do what they wanted. Even if it meant getting the cute child bloodied and injured. He was too cocky anyway.

The guard pushed Siegfried’s head down lower to raise the boy’s thighs. He began thrusting more and more violently as he reached climax and with each thrust Siegfried whimpered and eventually tears began to fall from the pain.

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” Siegfried yelled as he attempted to crawl away from the man that was not yet finished with him. The man grabbed him by the hair and yanked hard causing a few strands to break.

“Hold still!” The guard yelled as he dropped the boy’s hair and began pounding in ruthlessly causing streams of blood to begin pouring from the child’s entrance. Siegfried whimpered loudly like a dog being beaten and at that moment that was exactly how he felt.

With eight more painful, agonizing thrusts the guard came inside Siegfried causing the boy to yelp and once again attempt to crawl away, only this time everyone let him. They blocked the only exit so he couldn’t get away by standing in front of it and discussing something. Siegfried found comfort in cowering behind one of the couches in the room. He knew they would find him if they wanted to, but until then he felt safe.

Siegfried tried to keep his sobs quiet so he could not give those men the satisfaction of wounding him body and soul while he listened to them murmur to one another. In a few moments he heard the footsteps coming towards where he sat and knew that he hadn’t enough strength to run from them. He began breathing heavily and looked up at the men who towered over the couch where he was hidden.

“We’re not quite done with you yet,” the largest guard said. “We’d like to see how you react to having sex with four men at once.” The guard’s eyes got cold and Siegfried whimpered. Where were all of the good guards and his parents when he needed them? They were always there when he was doing something wrong so why not right now when he needed them desperately?

Ignoring every ache and pain in his body Siegfried tried to run for the door to escape his painful fate. The guards all tried to grab him at once making the stupid mistake of toppling the couch entirely over. The wooden frame slammed onto the floor with an extremely loud bang that echoed through the halls. It was almost too loud.

Just as Siegfried’s fingers danced on the doorknob the butler grabbed him from behind and jerked him away from the door. Two guards were setting the couch back up while the other two came to claim what was theirs.

“It’s either you or me kid so behave and it won’t be so bad!” The butler shoved Siegfried backwards and he landed painfully on the stone floor sending jolts of pain up from his thighs. He called out in fear and pain and began sobbing when he felt the guards hands grab onto his shoulders. The blood was still pouring from his entrance along with a good deal of cum from each of the two guards that shared him.

“Oh shut up!” The largest guard yelled as he became annoyed with the child’s whimpering before he painfully smacked Siegfried on top of his head repeatedly causing him to whimper in separate bursts.

That’s when it happened.

Around the sixth smack there was the faint sound of the doorknob rattling, the guards wee too lost in their laughing to hear it, and then the sound of the lock coming undone. Then the door was thrown open sending a large beam of light, almost like a spotlight, right on Siegfried, the butler, and the four guards.

Everything froze for a moments as the guards stared up at their two employers, the Herr who was glaring daggers at the sight in front of him, and the Frau who had her hands clasped over her mouth and her eyes glued on the pool of obvious blood and seaman that was forming on the stone floor between her child’s pale thighs.

Siegfried jerked up from his imprisonment of the guards’ arms to find himself willingly let go. He took no hesitation as he ran over and clung to his mother as if for dear life. He tried to tell her things but talked to fast and had words cut off by sobs. The Frau did not need words to know what had happened, her husband however did.

“You…you bastards!” She yelled as she glared at the men. Her husband just stared at her before suddenly catching on and cursed at them more. He ranted that they would be fired and fined and locked up and everything else that came to mind as the Frau guided her son away from the scene.

“Oh my god, oh my dear god, oh god…” on and on and on…that was about all that the Frau could manage to spit out. Soon she’d ‘oh her godded’ all the way up to the Siegfried’s bedroom where she failed to let him out of an embrace for at least ten minutes. “It’s gonna be okay you know?” She kept saying that more or less to reassure herself than anyone else. “I-I we won’t let it happen again!” Siegfried just shook his head and almost laughed startling the woman.

“Don’t worry, momma, they told me that I was a good boy. They won’t hurt me again.”


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A/N: I think this is my longest fic yet…I really do. I know the ending is kinda crappy, but I think I got my message through…he became gay because when it happened he was being called good and that’s all he really wanted was some positive affection….uh…the end? R&R PLEASE!!! I worked really really hard on this for over two weeks