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“‘2 weeks: Pro hero Hawks still missing, HPSC remains tight-lipped on details.’”
The silky smooth voice comes from outside his cell. The blindfold heightens his senses enough to know that despite the vibrator whirring inside him doing it’s damndest to make him forget everything that wasn’t the singular focus of pain-pleasure to his core. His hole clenches around the thrusting toy, angling it to briefly press harder against his aching clit as he moans. The sound is muffled by the ball gag in his mouth, making it harder to distinguish between his sounds of ecstasy and overstimulation.
Keigo’s back arches, pulling at his restraints that have him suspended on his knees from the ceiling, a pained cry ripped from him as his abused pussy squirts around the toy the fifth time that… hour, day, week? Keigo has no concept of time down here. The newspaper his captor read from had said 2 weeks. 2 days, 2 weeks, 2 years… it all would have been the same to Keigo, though the sexual part of the torture was a recent development, brought upon the slip of a knife across his chest, cutting away his uniform to reveal the scars on his chest.
Soft probing fingers along said scars led to questions and questions demanded answers. Chisaki must have not found the right answers as his experiments continue with Keigo starring as his test subject.
Keigo finally relaxes… well as much as he can. His back straightens and his head lulls to the side. His swollen folds continue to flutter and clench, the unceasing vibrations continue, but his body is too tired to react aside from the occasional jerk. Drool rolls down his chin, falling onto his chest where it trails down his pliant body and joins the wet, sticky mess between his legs.
”So disgusting, Birdie,” Chisaki seethes, scoffing at the drooling hero, his voice now in the room with him. When did he enter without Keigo noticing? The sound of rustling paper fills the room and Keigo flinches as pages ripple around him, brushing at his skin. He tenses, feeling the phantom weight of his wings raise to shield him, but nearly lets out a broken scream when they lie limply behind him. That damned collar around his neck makes his wings no more a part of him than someone else’s hand.
Overhaul lets out a wry chuckle to see the fallen hero start to crack before him, Keigo’s chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to breathe. He can’t breathe around the gag and his nose is runny from the near-constant crying. Panic fills his chest and he feels dizzy.
“Poor hero Hawks, beloved by all but known by none,” Chisaki mocks, suddenly behind him, tilting his head up and back as if forcing Keigo to look at him. He’s worn the blindfold for so long now, Keigo’s almost sure he’s forgotten what the Shie Hassaikai leader looks like.
“Do you think the Commision knows where you are? Maybe they just don’t care. Maybe they took the hint to stay out of yakuza business. After all, you heroes are a dime a dozen. Surely someone flashy and new will come along, make the people forget about their red-winged angel, leaving nothing but a fading memory of their number 2.”
With newfound anger, Keigo thrashes, pulling at his chains. It’s useless, of course. His body weak from overstimulation, still struggling to breathe, before he abruptly lets out a scream from behind his gag.
“Ah, ah, Birdie. None of that.”
Chisaki had slid his foot between Keigo’s spread legs and pressed the toy deeper into his pussy, brushing it along his G-spot and sending a bolt of sensation up his spine. Keigo lets out a pained sob, a new rush of tears soaking into his blindfold. His breathing ratchets up, his hole clenched tight, and then blessedly the buzzing stops.
His ears register the sound dying abruptly before his body does, while he deals with the aftershocks of incessant vibrations. The toy, no longer thrusting and filling him up, slides its way out of of his body, splatting onto the floor in the puddle of Keigo’s cum. Keigo shivers, finally free of the toy for now.
“Tch, dead again. These things are useless, but I know you’re not done.”
’Please,’ Keigo wants to say. He wants to say a lot of things. ‘Please no more.’ ‘What do you want?’ ‘I’ll do anything if you just stop.’ But all Keigo can really muster is an unintelligible garble.
”What’s that? Is the Birdie begging for more? But his toy is dead. Whatever shall we do?”
Keigo almost doesn’t care until he feels Overhaul’s fully-clothed body kneel behind him, his gloved hands coming up to cup his pecs. Chisaki’s fingers trace the pattern of his scars, the rubber causing him to shiver as it rubs across his sensitive skin.
“Filthy fucking bird,” Chisaki rasps in his ear. “I’m gonna need a shower when I’m done, but if you want something done right…”
One hand stays at his pecs, tweaking one pebbled nipple between his thumb and index finger. Keigo arches, tight like a bow string, before drawing back as Chisaki’s other finger swirls around his overstimulated clit. He keens high in his throat as Chisaki then drags that same finger through his folds, circles his hole, and pulls it out. The villain hums behind him, and despite himself, Keigo pictures him rubbing his fingers together, clinically studying the viscous liquid as it stretches between his fingers.
“Disgusting. Insatiable.”
The sound of a zipper breaks up Chisaki’s inane mumbling, and Keigo feels the press of a hard cock slide through his folds. His gloved hands are on Keigo once more, gripping his waist to force the hero to slick his cock with his juices, moving him back and forth. Keigo pulls at his chains even as he moans at the sensation.
He aches, inside and out, and yet something about the softness of human skin despite how hard Chisaki’s cock is soothes Keigo’s abused pussy in a way that doesn’t make sense to his addled mind. His chin rests on his shoulder, and Keigo can feel his hot breath through the black mask he wears.
“Shh, Angel, I know you want this. Your greedy pussy just wants more and more and more. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted my cock? Fuck, so vulgar. You disgust me. You’re not a hero, you’re a filthy cock-loving whore. Vile. Shameful.”
Overhaul babbles like a broken record, repeating how disgusting Keigo is as he continues to fuck himself between Keigo’s soaked folds. He works himself into a frenzy that Keigo wishes he could study if not for how his greedy pussy does in fact clench around nothing as he starts working himself back against the yakuza boss.
Finally Chisaki’s cock catches on his entrance and on the next thrust, he buries himself in Keigo’s soppy cunt, squelching obscenely as he hilts inside with a groan. Keigo trills behind the gag, filled so completely in a way the toy had lacked. Chisaki’s cock pulses as he stills, and Keigo fears he’s going to blow his load immediately. The villain’s fingers dig into his waist as he rests his forehead on Keigo’s shoulder.
“So tight. Perfect. All mine now.”
With those words, Chisaki begins to move, rocking into him like a man possessed. There was no gentleness, not that Keigo expected it, but he didn’t expect to have his breath ripped from him as Chisaki plunders his depths. He feels the villain everywhere, so deep inside he fears the emptiness that will come from no longer being filled.
Muffled moans and whines are fucked out of Keigo by Chisaki’s pistioning hips. Overhaul has one hand gripped tight on the hero’s hips as he holds him still to pound him savagely. The other hand plays with his nipple, teasing at the beaded nub, cupping the small mound. It's an obsession that Keigo hasn’t figured out the cause of. Chisaki pulls his hand away from his pec only for a split second to unbuckle the ball gag, drool cascading down his chin as he struggles to swallow and take in much needed deep breaths at the same time.
“You make me sick. Some hero you are, crying and drooling over villain cock. Fuck, but i can feel how you—”
Overhaul’s hand slides from his hip to over his stomach, yanking Keigo back against him as his pussy clenches, the tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm. Chisaki presses his fingers painfully into his lower belly, right where he is currently fucking up into Keigo.
“Nghn! N-No mo—” Keigo attempts to beg, his voice wrecked from weeks of screaming.
Chisaki silences him by clenching his jaw, a sob hiccuping out of the hero instead.
“Sing, pretty bird. None of those fake protests. Don’t lie when I know you’re close.”
Keigo knows Chisaki is close too by the way the thick cock twitches inside him. Chisaki slows his pace, stuttering, smaller thrusts take over from the brute force he was using to fill the battered body he was pounding into.
“Do you need more?” Chisaki muses with a hiss in his ear. “You need your needy little clit played with, right?”
Chisaki’s fingers slide down to swirl around his clit again, and Keigo forgets every word of protest previously screaming in his head. Now it’s only ‘ more, ’ ‘ want ,’ ‘ never stop .’ He’s not sure if those words are falling from his lips for real or not. He admittedly doesn’t have the best grip on reality as Chisaki picks up his pace again, hammering directly against his G-spot.
“Look at me when I make you cum, slut. I wanna see everything.”
Chisaki rips the blindfold away and Keigo sees gold before he squeezes his eyes shut. Even the dim light of the cell is too harsh after being blind for weeks. Tears are finally free to fall as he blinks them away, almost anxious to see those golden eyes watching him.
“Now, Angel. Cum now.”
Keigo’s not sure if it's the command that does him in or the shock of a slap against his sopping pussy that has him gushing against the villain’s hand. Pleasure zips through his body as spasms wrack his core, tightening like a vice around Overhaul’s cock. Keigo’s eyes roll back as somewhere in his pleasure-addled brain does he realize he’s not squirting, but pissing himself. The villain groans in disgust and stills as warm cum fills the hero’s abused hole. Each lash is accompanied by another thrust, burying himself to the hilt and painting his insides deep.
“There it is. Oh, so filthy, Birdie. So beyond cleansing now, but so tight and good for me. Take it all. Take everything I have.”
As Overhaul has Keigo’s jaw held tight, head angled to look up at him, Keigo balks when spit lands on his tongue. He moans, fighting to close his mouth, but Chisaki refuses to let go even as Keigo sees the revulsion pass over his face, suppressing a gag over his own actions. Chisaki is like a kid discovering the depths of their cruelty for the first time, ripping wings off a butterfly just because they can. It revolts him, but he can’t stop.
“Swallow for me. That’s it. Good boy. I said take everything.”
Keigo slumps in his hold, his pussy no longer milking Overhaul’s cock, the last few trickles of piss hitting the floor. His eyes slip shut. The only thing really keeping him up is Chisaki and the chains pulling his arms. Chisaki lets out a deep breath, also relaxing as he stays buried in the wet warmth of Keigo’s heat. Keigo feels his body, or maybe his mind, shutting down. The siren call of unconsciousness beckons him closer until he startles at the feel of Chisaki’s nose nuzzling along his cheek followed by the press of kisses along his jaw.
This is a blessed dream after giving into sleep. It must be after all that Overhaul had subjected him to because there was no way Chisaki was turning the hero’s head to kiss him. Keigo was unsure why he would dream that the germaphobe villain who had kidnapped and tortured him would kiss him so sweetly, his shy probing tongue pressing into his mouth to seek out his own. Yet, he kisses back, lazily swirling his tongue around Chisaki’s even as he makes a revolted sound in the back of his throat.
“Say you’re mine, Angel,” Chisaki whispers against his lips, kissing him softly once more. “Tell me you want to be here with me forever.”
And because Hawks had to be dreaming, for how could he feel the overwhelming need to just say yes, to give in to what his tormentor wants… he finds himself saying,
“ I’m yours .”