02-Sep-2003
Title: Deconstructing Duo Maxwell
Author: Christine
e-mail: Devilkitty@speakeasy.net
Pairing: ScientistsxDuo
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Post Waltz about 2 yrs, Duo and the boys are 18ish.
Warnings: Violence, bad BSDM, torture. Weird OOCish Dr J.
Notes: Based partially on the X-file fic "Best served cold" It can be found at' Boys in Chains'.
Duo woke up slowly, only gradually becoming aware of the fact that something was wrong. He moved and then gasped in pain or tried to around the cotton that was stuffed in his mouth. He then realized that he was gagged and he started to remember what had happened to him last night.
He didn't like being with people anymore after the Meriamaria Incident and now spent most of his time hiking in the wilderness or just moving from place to place, seeing the sights but not staying in one place too long. He hadn't settled down like the others for a couple of reasons, but mainly because he had no one to settle down with. Quatre and Heero were like an old married couple now. Quatre taking care of Winner Enterprise and Heero playing the happy house husband for him, probably greeting him at the door with a martini in one hand and wearing nothing but a smile every evening. Trowa and Wufei had decided on going to school together and they had enrolled in the same college and were sharing a loft apartment and couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
He had visited each of the happy couples once right after the war and that was enough for him. Something kept deep inside him kept him moving from place to place always searching for something that he couldn't name. He kept in touch by sending them post cards and the odd letter or call, but nothing that was steady or that would allow anyone to know that he had disappeared. He had cut off all ties with his old buddies. It wasn't like he had meant to, it was just that he didn't think that he had anything in common with them anymore. Fighting a war together for about a year did not make you lifetime companions. He just hoped that the relationships that the other four had would stand up to time. He didn't want them to be as lonely as he was.
He had fallen asleep last night, slightly uneasy for some reason. He had thought that he had seen Instructor H in the diner that he had eaten in, but that was impossible. The man had died in the destruction of the Libra, along with the other weirdoes, years ago. He ignored the feelings of unease that he had and checked into a cheap motel for the night. He did that about once a week, to sleep in real bed and wash up. There was only so long that he could stand between shampoos, even when he was roughing it. He was supporting himself with the occasional odd under the table job, but mostly from the money that he had skimmed off of OZ during the war.
Duo had been fast asleep when he heard the creak of the floor in his room. He knew that the security in this place was pitiful, but he thought that about a lot of these little motels that he stayed in. This was the first time that there was actually trouble when he was staying in one though. He shifted and started to roll out of bed to attack the burglar when he heard the soft 'thut' of a dart gun and felt the sharp sting of dart entering his flesh. Duo tried shouting to get the attention of the other people that were in the motel and then fell back against the bed, unconscious from the drugs almost instantly.
The small dark figure rapidly worked to secure his prize, since he didn't know how long he would be out of it. A normal person would sleep for hours after that dose, but he never forgot whom he was working with. Duo Maxwell could have been modified in any number of ways that he knew nothing about. Instructor H smiled when was finished. It had been worth the wait to finally be able to get their hands on a subject to test out all Doctor J's little theories on manipulating the human mind. He would help them break Duo and then they would get the little toy that they could play with. H understood that J wasn't interested in most of the thrills that they wanted from the boy, because his body had given out over the years. J would enjoy playing with the boy's mind more then his body.
Instructor H opened his door and was thankful that Duo was still tied to his bed. He had been afraid that the pilot might manage to get free before he got in touch with the others that he had subdued him and arranged to get off planet. He paused before he went into the room; Duo was beautiful like that, sleeping in the sliver of moonlight that shone into the room. Instructor H conveniently forgot about the fact that he was tied to the bed so that he wouldn't escape. He walked into the room and was happy to see Duo's eyes suddenly open when he heard him come in the room.
As the other man opened his mouth to try and scream around the gag, Instructor H inserted the needle that he had hidden around his back. Duo's eyes opened wider and then shut in despair as he felt the pinch of the needle when it entered his skin and the warmth of its contents entering his arm.
"Sh... shh pet... just something to keep you quiet and happy," Instructor H soothed him.
Duo sobbed once and then was silent, waiting to see what would happen and wondering why H was calling him pet. It didn't take long to have a wonderfully floatie feeling come over him as the drug kicked in. He decided that it was some sort of morphine derivative when he started giggling at the pretty colors he was seeing. Instructor H was nice to give him these drugs he decided, even if he didn't really know why the other man was shooting him up. Why was H alive and why did he want him?
"That's a good pet," Instructor H murmured as he dressed Duo again, untying his legs to slip on his pants, and then retying them before doing the same to his arms when he put on his shirt. He didn't take the gag off since he was still worried that the slender man would still start screaming for help, even drugged out of his mind.
Duo giggled at him and then curled up on the floor. He watched with hazy eyes as Instructor H quickly packed and threw his stuff in the car. He thought that his backpack was in that same car, but he couldn't hold on to any fact long enough to really worry about anything. He just smiled as Instructor H stripped the room of any evidence that he had been here and didn't even wonder what was going on. The last thing that Instructor H did was carry him to the car and place him carefully in the back among a lot of bags and other packages then cover him with a blanket so that he couldn't be seen. Duo fell asleep to the rhythm of the car as it drove away from this place and to wherever Instructor H was taking him. He just wished that he could give a damn about what was happening to him.
Duo woke up sometime later, naked and wearing a collar that chained him to the floor. He thought that it was one of those thick leather collars that one of those big dog breeds would wear, from the way that it felt. He had his arms bound behind his back by the elbows and then tied together down to his wrists, so that he couldn't figure out how the setup was hooked together. It felt like the restraints that OZ had had him in when he was on the Balji. He was trying to figure out how to get out of his bonds when he heard a voice behind him.
"Can't have you doing that," he heard a semi-familiar voice scold him and twisted around to see who it was. Shit, it was Master O. The man had beaten the crap out of him once and he had enjoyed doing it. He wasn't going to give him a second chance at him, so he stayed still. What the hell was he doing here? How many of the scientists were here? What were they going to do with him? They didn't need him to fight, so why did they kidnap him? Duo felt a pit in the middle of his stomach form from the dread that he was feeling. He had never wanted to see any of these freaks again after he had dropped them all off on the Peacemillion.
He noticed that all the rings seemed like recent additions to the floor and wondered why the place had been fixed up like that. Where the hell was he and why did he feel so shitty, besides the fact that he had been drugged out of his mind for an unknown length of time.
Instructor H then took the gag out of his mouth finally. Duo licked his lips before he started screaming loudly. Instructor H just smiled and shook his head when Duo finally stopped, his voice too hoarse to continue.
"This room is in the middle of a laboratory on the edges of L3 sector. You might get one or two ships going near here a month, but no one that is going to give a damn about you. There is power unit that should run for the next hundred years or so and the satellite is in good condition," Instructor H explained patiently. "We have supplies for the next few years and we won't have to leave this place until then. We will all be very happy here together."
"You bastards... " Duo growled.
"You always had a mouth on you boy," Professor G commented dryly, behind him. Duo twisted to catch a glimpse of him and stared in horror. Was he dreaming all of this? He had had some pretty strange dreams in the past, but this one was bordering on a nightmarish reality. "You were feeling restless all the time, which is why you moved around so much. You were just reacting to one of the many hypnotic suggestions that I had implanted in you when I trained you for Operation Meteor. That something you were looking for is all of us and when your new training is over... you will be very happy to call all of us Master."
"Stop this Professor before you go too far. I am willing to over look the shit that went down earlier with kidnapping me. People make mistakes and that was just a mistake on your part," Duo said desperately, tugging at the bonds on his arms.
He didn't really want to believe that G had put a whammy on him to make him wander around aimlessly after the war was over. He just hadn't had the chance to see any of the places that he had fought over and so he wandered about playing tourist now that he had the time and the money. Besides, whom was he going to settle down with? The others had paired off as neatly as you please after the fighting and he was the odd one out It wasn't as if he hadn't been attracted to any of them or had had a chance to get to know them better, it was that there had always been something holding him back. Hell he had been attracted to Hilde too, but that had never gotten beyond the hugging and kissing stage, before he realized that she felt more like a sister then anything else to him. Was that because he was gay or had G done some weird hocus-pocus on him? Did he really want to know that answer to that one?
"I decided that I really liked you Duo and that I wanted you with me after the war," Professor G repeated patiently. "And I always get what I want from you, don't you remember that?"
Common sense told him that Duo would be difficult about this. The boy had been feisty during his training and that had been what had caught his eye, besides the fact that he was gorgeous. That he wanted Duo had been the main reason that he had inserted those suggestions into the boy's subconscious and always made sure that his self-destruct was never working. His potential pet was never going to kill himself before he got to taste the delights of that lithe young body, something he had never managed that during his pilot training, unfortunately. He had had enough self-control and common sense to realize that fucking around with his pilot might end up with one of them dead and that would be a waste. He had managed to keep his feelings under control before this, but now he was almost shaking with excitement that he had his toy back. The apparent freedom that Duo had had before this was going to make breaking him into their pet so much more pleasurable.
"Pet, I don't want you to hurt yourself," Professor G scolded Duo as he continued to tug at the bindings, trying to escape. The boy knew that he was trapped here, so why was he continuing to fight them? G smiled to himself, it was that fight that had attracted him to the boy in the first place and he was going to enjoy breaking him to hand and taming that spirit, as he would a horse or a dog. "I am going to give you something to make you sleep and then we'll start training you in the morning."
Duo fought frantically, spitting out curses and squirming to get away from Professor G for a few minutes before he slumped over exhausted, worn out from the earlier drugs. They all smiled at his attitude before G gave Duo another injection to make him sleep. They had enough time in the morning to start with his training.
Doctor J cleared his throat, "He'll fight us all the way."
Instructor H laughed coldly, "That will make it all the better. I like playing with pretty boys and showing them that it's bad to fight back. It makes their surrender all that much sweeter."
"I'm surprised that you managed to control yourself around Quatre, he's a very pretty boy," Master O sneered at him.
Instructor H shrugged, "There were times that I managed to get to him, but he just can't remember them. Unfortunately that idiot Rashid watched me like a hawk. I think that he wanted the boy for his own."
"Just remember that you're sharing this toy," Professor G growled at him, "I don't want it too badly injured, so don't play too rough. Any of you. I know what you all want to do and within reason I will go along with it, but you can't permanently mark or injure our new pet."
"We can break him, gentlemen, without a problem," Doctor J commented, ignoring their bickering. He had heard it often enough during the planning stages of this project. "We managed to train five Gundam pilots separately and together we can turn one of them into our pet."
"I want him submissive to us, more mentally broken. That would just ruin him and I don't want to do that," Professor G informed the rest of them. "It will be easier then you think, no matter how stubborn the little brat will be, he's just one against all of us. With the way that he will be treated by all of us, his mind will be what we want within the next few weeks. He'll be eating out of our hands in no time."
"And think of the pleasure that we will have," Master O gleefully rumbled, "remolding him into what we want. No one that knew him would ever know that he was the same person after we are through with him."
"That should take another month or two. Changing what he wants and what he needs. Seeing that we are the only ones that can supply those needs and conditioning him to please us more then anything else in the Universe," Instructor H mused aloud. He could hardly wait to start. He should have thought of this with his own pilot. Unfortunately Quatre Winner was a little too high profile for this kind of play.
"We start him on a low calorie, low protein diet," Doctor J announced. "That will start to lower his resistance to our demands. He won't be getting enough nutrition to think clearly, and we should not let him get more then four hours of sleep at a time. Every time he wakes up from now on, there should be a training session and then a feeding and some rest, before we start the cycle all over again. We'll do it in shifts so that we can get enough sleep. Meantime, a couple more days of drug therapy would be productive and in our best interests. You can have our little pet when he's stoned out of his mind. He might not remember much, but he will remember enough so that we can get rid of all those nasty independent thoughts and give him some self doubt about himself, a crack in his mental armor almost. A mixture of an aphrodisiacs and hallucinogens should take care of any problems that we might have with him in the beginning. H had already gotten him started with that morphine he'd given him."
Instructor H shrugged, "I had a long trip out with him, he was fun to touch, but that was all I could do, the little bastard was too out of it for me to do anything else. I also knew that you wanted to be the first one at him also G, so I didn't spoil the boy."
Duo woke up the next morning. He tried to stretch and wasn't surprised to see that those psychos had been busy during the night with him. The dog collar was still on him and two short, thick chains were hooked to it now and also to his ankles, by leather straps that were buckled on his ankles. Duo heard a snap and then realized that one of the mad five was fastening him to one of the rings in the floor. He was still a little woozy and it took second for him to realize that he handcuffed with his hands in front of him, which had yet another one of those damned chains hooked into yet another ring on the floor. There was also a bar that had been shoved between his knees so that he was spread wide open for a reason he didn't even want to think about. He doubted that if he could stand up straight, but that wasn't an option, because he was chained to the rings in the floor by his collar. He felt really vulnerable this way and a little scared.
"You're awake Pet," Doctor J observed.
"Shit, didn't any of you die?" Duo growled. Scared meant that he lashed out at what frightened him because it was that or let the fear rule you. He was not going to be ruled by either his fear or these pervy bastards.
"Unfortunately, ? caught a bullet that was meant for me. He's dead. The rest of us overpowered Quinze and then left the ship before it hit the atmosphere. We knew that Heero had things well in hand. We came here slowly and made contacts among people that could help us finance our work. Then after two years, we made enough of a name for ourselves among the drug community, so that we could move out here to do research again and have the buyers come to us for the goods," Doctor J informed him. He did regret ?'s death, since the man had been a good friend.
"But then we realized that we were missing something in our lives, some companionship. G mentioned that he had tinkered a little with you and we just had to find you. It took a few months, but we did find you. G had programmed you with wanderlust and that was what made it hard for us to find you," Master O continued the explanation.
"Now we have you and we are going to get to know you very well," Instructor H chimed in. He then took a needle inserted it in Duo's thigh before injecting its contents slowly.
Duo felt that his thigh was on fire and then the feeling spread to his entire body, before he started feeling funny. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that confused him. He fought it for a while, but then started softly moaning when the pain got too confusing for him as it mixed with whatever else had been in that shot. "What did you give me?" he whispered. He didn't want to know, but he had to know. He had to know what was in store for him.
"Something that will make you more... amenable... to our wants and needs," Professor G told him.
He slowly unzipped his pants and laughed coldly as Duo struggled to get away from him. The restraints held him in place as he tugged at them frantically to put himself as far away from G's naked cock as he could. He didn't know if the man wanted to fuck him or have him suck him off, but neither of them were really appealing to him now. G just stood there, slowly stroking his hardening cock until Duo collapsed into a heap, worn out by his struggles.
"Get up Duo pet," G told him softly, "J's been looking at your mouth the entire time and the rest of us want your ass. You should cooperate right now you know that we're going to make you do what we want. Fight us all you want, but in the end, we will win and you will want us... all of us."
"No," Duo whispered. He hurt a lot from whatever they gave him and he was feeling really strange too. But he wasn't going to give these perverts what they wanted no matter what they were shooting him up with, they were going to have to drag it out of him kicking and screaming.
"I didn't hear you correctly, pet. What did you tell me?" G asked curiously. He knew that the boy wouldn't cooperate.
"I told you to go screw one of these other perverts, you randy old bastard," Duo snarled at him.
"I thought that you told me that," G said sadly, as J motioned to Instructor H to start hitting him with the cane that he held.
Duo didn't even see his arm move; he just felt the pain that blossomed on his back and legs where the cane hit him. He bit his lip and kept silent for as long as he could, before he started screaming. He didn't even notice when the other man stopped, he had been reduced to a sobbing heap in the middle off the floor by that time. He was horrified that he was half hard from his beating, what the hell had they given him? Pain had always been something that he had tried to avoid in the past, even with all the beatings that he had gotten from OZ when they were interrogating him. If pain had been a turn on for him, would he have liked the way that he had gotten the crap slapped out of him back then? Why did that beating feel good to him? Why couldn't these people be dead?
G squatted down behind him and spread his cheeks, smearing something greasy and cold on his opening. Duo tried to wiggle away from him again, but J had moved up and held him still, his metal claws digging into his shoulder when he tried to move. It wasn't like he could get very far, but he thought that he wasn't allowed to move at all because of that hold, no matter how hard he struggled.
"I can break your collarbone, right now," J told him, "So I think that you should just hold still and let G and the rest do what they want with you. If you fight us, we'll just keep hurting you and then take what we want."
Duo tried to argue with him, there was no way that these randy bastards were going to do that with him! He hadn't done that with anyone and someone that was old enough to be his grandfather was going to be his first? He pulled forward, ignoring the dull pain that he felt when he felt the skin break around J's claw and a slightly sharper pain as the claw dug into his flesh.
"No..." was all he managed to sob out when J grabbed his face with his hand and squeezed something that caused another burst of pain in his skull, before he went still. It was hurting too much to fight anymore. He had felt like someone was drilling through his skull with J's last move and he vaguely thought about pressure points for a second as he fought not to scream. He had to keep himself in reasonable shape to escape these freaks, so he couldn't get too badly hurt.
"You've never had anyone get this close before, have you?" J asked curiously. "You're a virgin." No wonder the boy fought so hard, he had no idea what to expect and was probably sentimental enough to think that his first time should be special also, the poor child.
Duo sobbed, but refused to answer. That was just too embarrassing to tell these perverts that and he wasn't going to get them anymore excited then they were, so they didn't need to know this was going to be the first time he had been with someone. It wasn't like he had gotten a lot of offers or managed to find anyone he liked well enough to that with. He had been worried about the possibility that he might be raped during the war, he thought that he really didn't have to worry about that any more now that he out of the fighting. G had changed his life with teaching him to pilot Deathscythe, why was he doing this to him now? The old man had never shown one shred of interest in him before and Duo never in his widest dreams ever thought that the doc had been interested in him sexually.
J smiled and looked at G, "You programmed him well, so he never let anyone near him."
He looked down at Duo and shifted his hold a little. "I want you on your knees pet, like a good little fuck toy."
Duo ignored him until another one of his strange holds convinced him that he should cooperate before his head exploded. He slowly got to his knees, feeling awkward because he really couldn't use his hands to get him up. He managed to get on his knees and jumped when he felt G touch him someplace very personal!
G grinned and thrust two fingers into Duo, spreading his small opening and loosening him up so that he could enjoy him. Duo rocked forward, hissing a little at that new pain. G laughed at his discomfort and then searched inside Duo to find that special spot that would reduce him to a quivering mass wanting to be fucked by all of them. He knew that he found it when Duo involuntarily moaned and started to move back towards him. He rubbed that spot for a few minutes, listening to the sounds that Duo made and then regretfully stopped playing with his pilot. There would be time enough for that later when he was trained. Now they were doing this to show Duo who was in charge and how good it could be for him with them if he cooperated with them. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, thrusting smoothly into Duo and then fucking him steadily, enjoying the small sounds of pain that Duo made until his body adjusted to his intrusion and he started to feel the pleasure that he was getting with him hitting his prostrate every time. G wondered idly why it felt good there for a man before he came, spasming inside Duo and showing him what he was there for. He was just a fuck toy and a pet for them to use until they were bored of the boy. G pulled out of Duo, listening to the interesting sounds that he made as he left him and then watched H take his place.
Duo moaned and writhed trying to relieve the ache in his groin even as he was horrified at his actions. He had enjoyed G raping him! It was sick and he was disgusted with himself, even as he thrust back into whoever had taken his place, wanting someone in him again to hit that good spot inside him. From the size and shape of the body he thought it was H.
Instructor H panted as he plunged into Duo. It had been too long since he had had anyone and he was disappointed that he came after a few minutes of pounding it into Duo. He didn't really mind, he knew that he would be able to use the boy in any way after his training was finished. He shoved into Duo harder as he came, knowing Duo was frustrated more then anything by their treatment of him. They weren't going to let the boy come until he learned a few things from them, like obedience.
O smiled when H was through. Duo was lovely picture of submissiveness as he waited to be filled again, too worn out to fight back and now under the influence of the drug that they had given him to want their attentions. O ran his hands across Duo's back, listening to the hisses that he was making as he rubbed the welts that H had placed there, before roughly starting to fuck their new little pet. He reached underneath to play with Duo's cock, teasing him a little before he gripped Duo's hips and pounded into him mercilessly. He came from listening to the pained sounds that Duo was making from his abuse and it drove him over the edge. He sagged over Duo, driving the sweat that covered the both of them into the welts on his back, the pressure and the sting from the salt in the cuts causing Duo to involuntarily cry out from the pain. While he was doing that, he reached underneath and was stroking Duo again, letting him feel the pain and the pleasure that they wanted him to feel.
Duo sobbed, he hurt and it felt good that someone was in him, and doing things to his body. He liked the feeling that someone's cock up his ass gave him and he wondered if that was something else that G had done to him, even as he thrust into O's hand, the friction feeling wonderful to him. He felt the familiar tightening of his balls and he thought that he was going to come even as O tightened the grip that he had on his cock and stopped stroking him.
"You have to ask," O growled in his ear.
"Uhn... " was all he could say. He felt that he was going to die unless he came. It never felt this good the rare occasions that he had touched himself. What were they shooting him up with? How would he ever have known that it felt good to have someone in him, like right now? O's cock inside of him felt as good as the hand that was jerking him off, playing with him so that it felt good, but not good enough come. He moaned in disappointment when O pulled out of him.
"You talked so much before, why stop now?" G asked in an amused tone.
"Please?" Duo whimpered. #Let me come, let me feel this good all the time, a little voice in his mind chanted to him, do what they ask and you'll always feel good. Don't fight it, just give in. Let them make you feel this good all the time.#
"Please what?" H asked coldly. God he was getting hard again just listening to the boy plead.
"Please, oh please... let me... please... " Duo whined as O started to stroke him once again. He was breaking apart here; all he wanted was for this pleasured hurt to end, but not at the price they wanted.
"You forgot something," J reminded him gently, "please... Masters."
Duo moaned and shook his head, he wasn't that far gone yet. No way would he give into these perverts. O circled the head of his cock with his hand a couple more times and he moaned again, suddenly wanting so badly to come that he didn't care anymore, it was worth it to him to end the torment that he was in. They were just words, they didn't mean anything.
"Please, Masters... please let me... " he whimpered.
J nodded and O brought him off quickly, letting Duo cream all over his hand. He pulled out of Duo and then wiped his hand in his hair. The three of them left and went to clean up. They had decided that J would be the one that trained Duo in the beginning, just so that Duo wouldn't be confused by too many people demanding things of him. They could fine-tune his responses to them once they had him under their control.
"That was easy pet. Just one little word and you felt good," J crooned at him.
Duo lay in a heap and looked at him. He was hurt and sweaty and these perverts just made him beg to come. He hated being that weak, even as his body told him what had just happened to him was wonderful.
J smiled down at him. "Sleep for now pet," he told him.
Duo closed his eyes and went limp. He was tired and he hurt from where he had been hit and suddenly very sleepy. J patted his head before he stood up and went over to the cabinet to get a little something that made sure that Duo stayed asleep. This little session had showed him a lot about his subject. He was sorry that Duo had never sexually experimented with any of the other pilots or even strangers, but that might be better for him and for them. If Duo had no concept of what a normal relationship was like, he would be easier to train to be their pet if he had nothing to compare it to or had even experienced these feelings before. He was glad that the sleep suggestion that G had placed in Duo still worked at least, but that had been from early in the boy's pilot training, when G realized that Duo had a problem sleeping and hated taking drugs. That command had been implanted before he decided to add the other commands and G knew that it worked. He had just been worried that the things that G had done afterward might had interfered or overwritten the original command to sleep. He wasn't going to take any chances right now though with it and decided that administrating a sedative wouldn't hurt. Duo didn't even move when he gave him his shot, the boy was so deeply asleep.
The other three came into the common area when they had cleaned up. They weren't surprised to see that J was sitting in his chair with a slight smile on his face.
"We don't really have to keep up the drugs after today," he announced brusquely, annoyed that he had felt anything for the boy. This was an interesting project for him, nothing more. "The boy might be passionate enough so that we can use that against him, but I don't want to make any mistakes so I'll just cut the dose in half instead of stopping it entirely. Refer to him at all times as pet instead of his chosen name. Loss of his identity is a good start for training him, along with the drugs and that will be the start of making him our own. Since we started with pain as part of his training technique, I would like to continue with that. Unfortunately, that means that your little rope play that you are so found of won't be allowed until the second stage, G."
G shrugged, "We had agreed to let you run the project and we trust that you know what you are doing, since your pilot turned out so well."
J smiled, "I thank you for that. It had been so long since I've been able to do this type of work and I've always enjoyed it. #Heero... it was fascinating to see what I had done to him and I am glad that I didn't ruin his life entirely, that he can be happy with the Winner child. I am getting soft in my old age to think that.# "However you laid the groundwork very well. I'm not too sure but some of the commands that you tried might have taken, he fell asleep fast enough when I told him to fall asleep, but that might have been any number of things. I'm hoping that command is still working, since I don't want to have to use too many drugs on the boy. #He was devastated about what we did to him and his reactions to it. I think that shocked him more then anything. It is a good start to breaking him though and then we can mold him into what we want.#
G grinned, "It was difficult to figure out what would take and what wouldn't. A pity that we are going to have to do this the hard way, but it will be better in the long run. I was afraid that it turned out to be too much like programming those damned dolls after a while, with all the things that I told him. I never did think that I'd have any of your help with this little project. This is going to be fun."
Duo woke up and hissed in pain, the prick in his thigh from the shot waking him up. It looked like the perverts were going to go at him again and he wondered how long he had been out. His back felt like it was on fire and his butt hurt, so it couldn't have been that long. He tried to do little stretches to ease the cramps that were in his legs, but a sharp pain across his back when someone hit him, stopped him from moving. At least they had bound his arms differently this time, so the strain was eased a bit off of them in the position they were in. He was more spread out this time and it was a bit more comfortable for him. He liked being able to hide his eyes in the floor from his captors.
"Assume the position, pet," H commanded him.
Duo refused to moved, earning him another couple of blows across his back. On top of the shit that they were giving him and the welts that were already there he hurt a lot, but was happy that he managed not to make a sound when he was hit. He thought that H was using something hard and stiff, like a piece of wood or a walking cane on him. Hard enough to hurt and bruise, but H wasn't hitting him hard enough to really hurt him, like he could with that damned thing. He had been beaten before as part of OZ interrogations and he had never had this reaction to what they were doing to him. Pain had never been his friend before, so it must be something in what they were giving him, because he felt his cock twitch and grow with each blow. Shit, he was starting to like being hit? He never liked it before! He had to get out of here before he was too far gone to know what they were doing to him.
"H can hit you all day, you know that?" J asked him gently.
Duo nodded, not trusting his voice right now. H gave a few more thwacks across his butt and he sobbed once, but refused to move. He figured out what they wanted from him, to get on his hands and knees so that they could fuck him, because there was enough slack for him to do that. He wasn't going to give in. He hadn't in the past to OZ and he wasn't going to now.
"I want a verbal answer Pet," J told him.
"H can beat the shit out of me all day," Duo told him, hating the sounds of tears in his voice. He hurt and he wanted to know what he had done to piss off God to make this happen to him. He really didn't believe in God, but he figured that had to be some thing or one in the Universe with a plan and he was on its shit list apparently.
A particularly hard blow to the back of his thigh made him gasp, as J told him, "Your answer was lacking something, which is why your Master H is going to stop being nice about hitting you. When you beg for him to stop, calling him Master when you do so, he will. He will start again if you don't position yourself the way that we want you when he stops hitting you, do you understand?"
Duo snarled at him through the haze of pain that he was feeling. They were going to have to work at making him give in. He didn't feel any better that J just chuckled and patted his head before sitting down to watch the show.
Duo bit his lip and rocked with the blows, starting to cry too soon in his opinion. He was screaming after a while, but he wasn't going to give in. They could beat him to death and he wasn't going to let them touch him. He writhed on pain, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was hard and he was horny, even though he hurt because they were hitting him. What were these fucked up things that he was feeling? Was this just another little 'modification' Professor Pervert had done to him? Or was it from whatever they were shooting him up with? He held out as long as could before he cried out, "Stop Master, please." He knew that he shouldn't let these pervs hurt him too badly because he needed to be in good shape to escape when he got the chance. That was the only reason that he had given in.
Duo was disgusted that it wasn't just the pain that made him give into their demands, but the over riding need to be fucked and to come, to feel them in him. He was so horny that he thought that he had turned into a giant cock. The beating reminded him of how good it felt to be fucked by all of them and he wanted that again. What was wrong with him? He had been this out of it before during OZ interrogations, but he had never given in to his tormenters like this! Was he so desperate that he would do anything to feel like he had before, how wonderful it felt to have someone use him like these perverts were doing? What the hell was in that shot? What had happened to his self-respect?
Duo sobbed in relief when the pain stopped and he clumsily drew his knees underneath him so that they had easier access to his ass, using his hands to balance himself a little. He thought that this was what he wanted and knew that he had guessed right when he felt them smear his ass with that stuff from before.
He thrust back on the fingers that were preparing him, not caring about anything right now but wanting to be filled by their cocks. He whined when the fingers left him and groaned in pleasure/pain when he was filled, he was still sore from the earlier session, but he also wanted someone in him. He didn't care who was fucking him, he just that he wanted a cock up his ass because it felt so good. He felt his 'rapist' finish with him as he writhed in frustration, because he hadn't come yet. From the way that the second man fucked him and played with the marks on his body, he knew it was O that was in him, the pain that he was inflicting breaking through the haze in his mind a little. He didn't know how long it took, but the bastard finally came and then left him. He waited, wanting to come when he felt G enter him. Duo moaned when he started stroking his cock in time with his thrusts. It felt good and he wanted to come with someone in him. G stopped touching him as he started to fuck him harder, finally filling him with one last good thrust and then pulling out of him, not letting him come with him. After that G found his cock again and Duo writhed in pleasure, begging brokenly to come as he was brought to the edge again and again as he played with his body. It was just as good now as it had been the first time and wanted to fall off that cliff into that ecstasy again. They all ignored his pleas until he broke down and gasped helplessly, "Masters, please... please... "
J nodded to G and he brought Duo off, listening the sounds of ecstasy that their pet made as he came screaming. They all smiled at the sight of Duo crying out in his passion, collapsed in a heap of sweat and come. G wiped his hand off on Duo's hair and stood back.
"See Pet, you cooperate with us and we reward you," J explained to him. "If you are bad we hurt you."
Duo nodded, the words not really registering on his overloaded mind. No wonder Trowa and Wufei never wanted to stop touching each other, this felt incredible. The pain and the sex were mind-blowing to him. He knew some of it was the shot that they were giving him, but a scared part of him admitted that he was getting too want this feeling to this too fast. Was it addictive and he didn't know it? Had he given up already? His mind was starting to clear a little as he came down of the incredible high that his orgasm had felt like.
"And since you need to eat to keep up your strength, this is what you will eat," G explained to him as he put a bowl down in front of him.
Duo looked at it dubiously. He had no idea what these idiots were feeding him, but he was hungry enough now to want it. He felt his stomach rumble as he looked at it and he knew that they had heard that sound, but he didn't care.
"Its something that we whipped up to keep up your strength, you will need it while we are training you. You can eat it voluntarily or I can have O shove your face in it so that you will have to lick it up or breathe it," J explained to him. "You aren't going to eat 'human' food after today Pet, unless we give it to you. What we made is full of all the nutrients that you need, and it is something that you don't need your hands to eat with. Pets don't use utensils."
Duo didn't answer, just shifted his body so that he could lick whatever they were feeding him up. He had eaten worse looking things as a street kid on L2. His head was over the bowl when he felt H's cane across the soles of his feet, causing him to cry out at the unexpected pain. That had hurt! His cock twitched also and he was ashamed that he had reacted like that. What was happening to him? Beating were now a turn on to him?
"You have to ask Pet," J told him. "Anything that you need or want, you have to ask for."
"Please, may I eat Masters?" Duo whispered. They were only words, he parroted bullshit before and he could again. None of these bastards were going to own him! Just because he was rewarded for saying those words doesn't mean that he believed them. He had to eat to keep up his strength and he couldn't let them hurt him too much or he wouldn't he able to escape when he had the opportunity.
"You may eat Pet," J told him.
Duo bent down and licked up what was in there quickly. He was hungry and he didn't know when they would take it away from him. When he was finished he felt another blow across his feet.
"Thank you, Masters." Duo said automatically, in response to the blow. Shit he couldn't believe that he said that. It had just slipped out automatically and that scared him, more then the fact that it felt good to be hit. He was going to pay attention and be alert just so that he didn't do that again. None of these bastards were his 'Master'. They were a bunch of dirty old men that he wanted to kill or get the hell away from them.
"We will let you take care of some personal needs now," J told him. "Master O will take you there and he will beat you if you annoy him."
Duo nodded and tried to get up and hobble to wherever they were going to let him pee even though he thought that it would be painful with the blows that he had taken on the bottom of his feet. A smack across the back of his head from O stunned him and stopped him from moving.
"Pets crawl," J told him. "You are never to walk upright again. Hands and knees at all times."
Duo stared at him in horror and received another smack to the back of his head from O because he wasn't cooperating with them.
"What do you say?" J asked him.
"I understand," Duo told him quietly. # I understand that you want me to become a something that you don't even consider human. Easier to break me by reminding me that I am at your mercy for everything? Or you all are getting off on pretending that I am an animal, bestiality without guilt.# A few more hits to his head and he repeated woozily, "I understand, Masters," He was happy that he didn't think that this was foreplay, just an annoyance.
"Good Pet, J praised him as H snapped a leash on his collar and untied his arms.
Duo tried to crawl after O, but it was difficult with the bar between his legs. He managed some sort of forward hitching motion and eventually they made it to the bathroom. He stared at the hole in the floor that looked like it was supposed to be his toilet and the large tub and the low sink that in there. A couple of the attachments on the tub didn't look familiar and he dreaded finding out what they did. There wasn't a door on here and he waited for O to leave him alone. It wasn't like he was going anywhere and it would be nice to have some privacy.
O laughed at him, "I filled your ass and I can watch you empty it."
Duo flushed and balanced himself over the hole, he really had to relieve himself, audience or not. He finally managed to do something with O watching him like he was the greatest entertainment on this tin can. All the crap that they smeared in his ass helped. Duo was relieved to see that there was no blood in his urine or his ass. He looked around for some way to clean up with when O started to wash him down there. God that was embarrassing!
"Nice and clean for the next session," O told him, "What do you say?"
Duo knew that he should parrot what they wanted to hear from him, but he couldn't. "Die pervert," he snarled. He almost smiled at the fist the smacked him in the stomach, but couldn't. He was happy when he passed out and ashamed to admit that he welcomed the beating because it would knock him out and he wouldn't have to deal with these people and what they were making him feel. If he was too badly hurt to escape, then he would be too hurt to fuck with. He hoped.
Duo woke up again, chained to the loosely to the ground, with that damn bar between his legs still, while he was spread eagle on his bruised back. He was resigned to whatever they were going to do next to him. He hurt, but he didn't think that anything was broken. He had felt worse on the Balgi when OZ was working him over for their jollies and when O had beaten him as a cover story that time so that he wouldn't blow that they were up gunning his Gundam and Wufei's. Come to think of it, he had thought that O was sporting a hard on at the end of that little session when he dropped him on the floor finally.
"Why did you anger Master O?" J asked him sadly.
"I refuse to thank any of you for letting me pee," Duo told him rudely.
J laughed, which scared Duo. What was so damned amusing about what he just said? Or was J just waiting for someone else to start smacking him around for being mouthy? Was he playing the old good pervert/bad pervert game? He was the good guy to the rest of them raping him?
"I understand your reasoning, but you will learn to thank us for every privilege that we give you. Eating is a privilege, bathing is a privilege and bathroom visits are a privilege. You will thank us for all those privileges," J told him firmly. When he was through with the boy he would thank him for breathing.
"Bathroom visits are needed because it's gonna get messy if you don't," Duo argued with him.
"Then we will punish you and then make you eat or drink what you voided," J told him coolly. "So you will thank us for those visits."
"Then I die of e coli poisoning and you don't get to fuck me anymore," Duo told him, wondering when he was going to get hit for not calling J Master. Where the hell were the other perverts?
"Touché," J laughed, before getting serious. "Pet, I will overlook your rudeness because we are alone and I am laying down the rules for you now. Do remember that I haven't had the joy of your body... yet."
"You're getting off fucking with my mind. G and H want my ass and O wants my pain and my ass," Duo growled at him. No wonder he hadn't been smacked into next week, O was off torturing furry lab bunnies or some other small creature instead of him while J played good cop.
J smiled, Duo Maxwell was no fool. He understood all their motivations even if he didn't like them. He was such an intelligent subject and he was looking forward to seeing how much of his wit survived what they were going to do to him. Duo would make a wonderful little pet to play with, submissive and intelligent. Unlike the other three, he wanted Duo to survive with as much of his wits intact as possible If he wanted a dumb fuck toy like the others, he could have just lobotomized the boy in the beginning and that would save them a lot of trouble.
"I think that I am going to have to step up some of your training if you are this lively still," J told him regretfully. "You seemed to have reserves that I didn't count on, even considering your pilot training. I think that we are going to have to show you how much we do control you."
"Let me see, I've been drugged, kidnapped, beaten and raped... what part of that was supposed to be the clue that told me you got my body?" Duo asked snidely. Inside he was scared, waiting for the other shoe to drop. If J were going to let him get away with this much crap, it was going to be a really nasty punishment when he finally blew his cool at his mouthing off to him
"Pet, we don't want only your body, while it is enjoyable; your mind is much more appealing. At least to me," J told him. "If you continue to be disrespectful, we are going to have a little demonstration about how much control we have and how badly you can be punished when you fight us by acting like a wild animal. I will overlook your rudeness for now, but don't think that you will be allowed to continue this behavior."
Duo stared at him, knowing that it was only a matter of time for all of this to end with his destruction. No one knew where he was, no one cared and they had all the power. He just hoped that he could kill himself before that, because that seemed the lesser of two evils to him now.
"Go to sleep now, little pet. Rest while you can," J crooned at him, stoking his head softly. "We have so many fun things planned for you."
Duo closed his eyes and drifted off too sleep, he hurt so much that he couldn't fight them anymore. He'd feel better after some sleep and then he could resist what they were doing to him. He was so tired suddenly and if he was asleep, they couldn't do things to him.
Duo blinked when he woke up later to someone hitting him on the butt to wake him up. God he was so tired and it was hard to think clearly. He knew that he wasn't getting enough sleep, because he remembered some of the training that he had gotten as a Gundam pilot made him feel the same way. For the first few months of the program he was always hungry and tired, because G wanted to make sure that he could operate when he was barely functioning. G was using the same method to break him as he did to train him or at least train him in a different direction. He was enjoying the feelings that they made him experience and he hadn't known that sex could be so addicting for him. He wasn't giving in though; they weren't going to make him into their little whatever, calling them Master and fawning over them like a damned dog. He vaguely registered the fact that they had bound his ankles and wrists together and the only place that he was tied down now was from the leash that was attached to the dog collar that he was wearing. How out of it was he that he slept through them chaining him in a different position?
"Time to wake up Pet," H told him as he plunged that damn needle into him again. He really hated needles before and right now he rated not getting shot with anything again as heaven.
"Go to Hell you perverted dwarf!" Duo snarled at him. H was not what he wanted to see when he woke up.
"Pet, do you remember our little conversation from earlier?" J asked him gently. He didn't want to hurt Duo. He just wanted to make sure that he behaved himself and cooperated with them. Pain was a very crude tool to use to get someone to cooperate with them. It was the one that had been decided on though. Nothing so crass as the beating that O had given Duo because the boy had mouthed off to them, but something that was both subtle and in keeping with his future role as their pet.
"I am not giving into you pervert, I'll die first!" Duo snarled at him.
"H do show Pet what we want to do to him now," J said quietly.
H smiled gleefully and pulled out to Duo what seemed to be a huge dildo. They were not going to shove that in him! He scooted away as far as he could and sat down, glaring at them. He knew that he was a laughable sight, covered in dried semen, with his braid a tangled mess, but he refused to give into them.
"If you behave Duo, if you cooperate with us, we will be gentle with you. If you don't cooperate, we will have to hurt you. We can hurt you a lot," J told him seriously.
Duo bit his lip, but shook his head. "Go to play in vacuum," he snarled, trying to be braver then he felt.
"That was the wrong answer Pet," H told him.
"J knew what my answer would be," Duo told him. "So didn't you. What rotted out your mind if you thought that I'd roll over for you?"
"We can either put this dildo in you with the good lubricant or we will put it up your ass with a lube that will not be as pleasant. It is your choice. I will ask you one more time, will you cooperate with us?" J told him.
"Go stick that up your own ass," Duo growled at them.
"So defiant little pet," J told him softly. "Will you be this brave after we get through with you today?"
"Heero said many things about you, but he never said that you were dumb. You know how this is going to play out, don't act like ya don't pervert," Duo told him.
He ignored H, he had figured out what the power structure was and J was top dog here for now. He was also ignoring the little voice in the back of his mind that was reminding him how good it felt to have someone up his ass, why not try that thing in him and see how good it might feel? It wasn't much bigger then O was.
"Can't you just enjoy us and what we do to you? We can be very good for you," J told him softly. He had hoped that Duo would be reasonable after their little talk, but it looked like that Duo was going to be hostile. It was in keeping with the notes that G had supplied him with on Duo's earlier training as a pilot.
"You know the answer to that too," Duo replied softly, looking him in the eye. If he was going to become someone's little fuck doll he would have done so before he had met all these perverts. It wasn't like he couldn't have taken the easy way out on his colony. He hadn't then and he wasn't going to do it now.
J nodded, he knew that Duo was not going to give into them until he had no other choice. He would be rather surprised if he had, even with the drugs in his system. Heero had told him that Duo survived everything that happened to him only because he was so stubborn. "Because you argued with us, it's not going to be a good training session for you. H put the special lube on that while I get our little pet ready."
J knew that he should get O to be the muscle for this operation, but hitting the right pressure points would get the boy to cooperate with him. He should always think of him as his trainer, the Master that would have the final say in his reward or his punishment. As his thinking got more and more disjointed from their training methods, things should be kept as simple as possible for Duo, including knowing who was in charge. He knew from the answers that the boy was giving him that he had already figured that fact out. He walked over to Duo and grabbed him by his hair and his shoulder, keeping the pressure with his claw just below what was needed to break his collarbone. Duo screamed in pain and tried to wiggle away, but J managed to get him in the position that he wanted, on his hands and knees.
"Since you were stubborn, I am using a lube that has been mixed with methanol rub on that dildo that we are going to put into you," J explained to him. "It's really going to hurt in all those sore places, but until I decide that it's going to come out, you are going to be in a lot of pain. Since there is a lot of rub mixed in, about sixty percent I'd guess, you should feel the burn almost immediately."
"You bastards," Duo cursed them as he felt H work that thing into him. He tried clenching his ass as tight as he could, but H kept shoving it in him until it was all the way in. He felt the coolness of the lube for a second before the pain started. He clawed at the floor frantically, hoping that he could break his bounds and get free to pull that thing out of his ass. It was burning his insides and he swore that his ass was on fire when he started screaming obscenities at them in reaction to the pain that he was experiencing.
"You have to learn the consequences of your stubbornness," J chided him.
"Fuck off you pervert!" Duo screamed at him.
"Five more minutes then," J told him.
Duo started to claw at the floor, sobbing and screaming, "You bastards... "
"You were told to cooperate. You did not. This is your punishment. In the future you will not argue about anything that we decide to do to you. What we want to put in you or use on you," J told him sternly. Duo had to learn what was expected from him.
Duo continued to scream, not caring any more about anything until that torture device was out of his ass. He vaguely was aware of time passing and suddenly feeling that thing being pulled out of him and then pushed back in.
"Unless you ask nicely for us to remove it, we are going to fuck you with this until you come and then leave it in you." H informed him. Listening to him scream was wonderful. There was a breathless quality to it told him that Pet was almost beyond the pain.
"Please..." Duo moaned. He wasn't broken but he couldn't stand the pain anymore. It hurt from the inside out and he didn't care about being brave, because he just wanted it to stop hurting. He needed to know his limits so that he was in good enough shape to escape when the opportunity arose. This was going to break him if it was left inside for any longer.
"Please what?" J asked.
Duo shook his head, biting his lip as he felt the dildo being wiggled so that it hit the good spot inside him. He cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he hardened as he was being played with. God this was so sick and hurt so much, even as he thrust back in response to that spot being hit.
"Please Master, please take it out," Duo begged as he squirmed in his bounds. He would have crawled over broken glass to get that thing and that stuff out of him. No way was he going to let them play with him like this before they got all that crap out of him. Saying the words was a small price, even as he felt his soul shrivel a little.
J withdrew the dildo and unsnapped the leash on Duo's collar from the floor, then undid his hands and feet. "Now we clean you out. Unless you want the lube to stay inside you?"
"No Master," Duo whimpered, aware that it still hurt even though he was empty now. He can't believe that something could hurt so much. His insides and ass felt like they were on fire.
"Follow me," J ordered him tugging on his lead. "I will do this today, but afterwards G alone will be in charge of cleaning you... when you earn it." He snapped the leash across Duo's ass to remind him that a verbal response was required of him. Duo was a low point right now and it was the time that they should work on his responses to their demands. A few sessions like this and Master would be included automatically in a reply to anything that they asked him.
"Yes Master," Duo whimpered.
Duo crawled into the bathroom and waited, he was going to find out what some of those scary looking things were that were attached to the bathtub. J motioned for him to crawl into the tub and reinforced his command with another snap of the leash across his ass. He was not going to put up with Duo's stubbornness until he got the lube out. He really didn't want the boy in any more pain then he needed to be in. This would teach him to behave himself, he hoped. It would show him the cooperation was rewarded as well as the lesson that stubbornness was punished.
Duo flushed as he felt a greasy nozzle being forced into his sore ass. God this was so humiliating not being able to pee or take a crap alone and having one of them washing him afterwards. Now they were going to give him an enema? He never had anyone do this to him before and he wanted to just sink through the floor because of what they were doing to him. He almost didn't care that this was going to clean all that stuff out of him.
"I'm filling you up with about one liter of the cleaning solution for the first session. That should clean you out, but I'm doing a second cleaning to make sure," J lectured him as Duo felt the warmish water fill him. "You will hold it for fifteen minutes the first time and then ten minutes for the second session."
Duo moaned when he felt the cramps hit him and he curled up a little from the pain. J stroked his head as he writhed in pain, wanting to just get all this stuff out of him. He didn't even notice J's gentle touch as he listened for the order that would let him get rid of all this painful liquid.
"Time pet," J told him as he and G helped him out of the tub.
Duo wondered when G had shown up and then decided he didn't care as he crawled quickly over the hole that was his toilet and emptied the contents of his intestines down it. He was embarrassed that they were watching him, but the needs of his body outweighed the degradation he was experiencing.
"One more Pet," G said to him when he was through.
"Please... no more... " Duo begged, even as he moved towards the tub. If he argued with them, they might just shove a worse mixture up his ass, so he obeyed the order even if he didn't want to.
"A though cleaning and then a bath," J told him. "Clean inside and out for your Masters." #You are learning that we have to be obeyed, even if you don't want to. Soon there won't be one inch of you boy, inside or out that we haven't touched.#
Duo started crying as he felt the nozzle go in his ass again. "Just to make sure that all the lube is cleaned out of you," G told him. "I don't want to you to be in pain if you've learned your lesson."
"It won't be as long," J comforted him.
Duo nodded and waited for them to finish. The solution felt hotter to his abused intestinal tract and he hoped that he could hold it for the time that they wanted. He didn't want to know what the punishment would be if he didn't. Duo was conscious of J and G petting him like a cat. Was it to calm him down or remind him that they thought that he was some sort of mindless animal to them? His entire body was trembling with the effort of holding the enema in because he was afraid not to do that and he wasn't aware that he was crying until he was through on the toilet the second time and J was wiping his face with a wet washcloth.
"See Pet; see why you shouldn't be stubborn," J chided him.
Duo shook his head and whispered, "I can't be anything else."
"I know," J told him gently, ignoring the lack of Master in his answer. "I also know that Heero was an innocent little boy that I corrupted into a killer. Think of the happy, playful boy he was before I started training him. Think of what he was like the first time that you met." He decided to ignore Duo's lapse about calling him Master, since the session had shown him that they were going to discipline him if he was an unruly pet in their opinion.
"I know... " Duo started.
"I think that you should just think about those things now pet, while we wash you. I'd do it by myself, but I don't want to pull your hair," J told him, clicking his claw hand at him. "Back into the tub and kneel. We'll make you nice and clean again, won't that be good?"
Duo didn't answer him, torn between wondering what J was smoking to make him sound like Sister Helen the few times that she managed to have enough water wash him and he was also thinking about all the nasty things that J could have done to Heero to make him jump out of a fifty story building without flinching. He wasn't conscious of the gentle caresses that J was giving him as he washed his body, while G cleaned his hair. He was just glad that they hadn't taken the scissors to it yet.
"I like your hair Pet," J told him. He had seen the worried look, because G had muttered about the mess that the braid was. "We will never punish you by cutting it off. I know that it's important to you."
"Thank you," Duo murmured. He was ashamed the water felt good and he liked being clean again. It seemed that he had been the dirty little street kid that he had been growing up more then a pet from the way that he felt. They were so gentle drying him off and combing out his hair, he would have thanked Lady Une for this service after being dirty for so long. A sharp slap of his leash against his thigh from G made him absentmindedly add the honorific, 'Masters', to his thanks but he was too tired to fight back about the reminder.
He was worn out from all the screaming that he had done before and the pain that he had felt from that 'lesson'. He didn't say anything else as J led him back into his room and restrained him again, sitting quietly with him as he fell asleep because J told him to and stroking his back like he really was some sort of pet. He knew that he was in for his own personal hell until he managed to get off of that satellite. They had all the power and all he could do was hope that he could escape before they broke him. Things were starting to weird out on him if he was starting to think nice thoughts about J because the old man was being kind to him for some unknown reason.
Duo drifted along in a confused haze for an unknown length of time after that first couple of days. He was always hungry, because the crap that they were feeding him wasn't enough to keep him filled. He thought that he hadn't been this hungry since he was a kid. Hell OZ had feed him at least, when he was their prisoner. Sleep was something that he wasn't getting enough of either and his mind felt that it was in some sort of continual fog most of the time. His ass was sore, his back and legs had welts on them all the time and his muscles ached from all the weird positions that they put him in, trying to make him obey them when he was being stubborn or when they were trying out some weird thing on him. He was learning to bend in all sorts of weird ways and hold that position while any one of the perverts fucked him. He didn't see all of them at the same time; it was always Doctor J and one of the others. Depending on who was with the good doctor, he as beaten and fucked or just fucked after being played with for a long time. He only got to come if he begged them and it was getting easier and easier to do that, no matter what his mind was telling him, his body craved their abuse and their cocks.
He knew that his resistance was weakening, because he was starting to enjoy the perverted crap that they were doing to him without whatever they were shooting him up with, because he still wanted to get off when they fucked him, even without the drugs they had been giving him. That he was enjoying them and the things that they were doing to him was scaring the crap out of him. He should be trying to escape and not acting like a whore for them.
The only thing that was keeping him somewhat sane right now was the pain from the punishments that he received because he didn't cooperate with the perverts. Sometimes no matter how much he wanted to give in to what they were doing to him and feel good, he fought back by screaming obscenities at them or fighting back no matter what way they had him restrained. They then punished him with tasers, shocking him into submission to them. He was being reduced to a screaming mess faster and faster each time, but he wasn't enjoying that pain, like the beatings that he was receiving from H with his cane and the weird things that O hit him with before they shoved their dicks in him. Those things turned him on and he hated that, because of the way that the perverts gloated over the fact that he was getting off with them now, when they let him.
It was almost becoming routine for him, a beating from either O or H, and then they would fuck him. G fucked him too, while J just watched them all doing him. He'd get to come if he made them happy, but sometimes they just leave him hard and wanting, collapsed on the floor after they were through with him and unable to do anything to relieve the ache in his crotch for spite it seemed.
Duo had tried to jack off on his own once and was punished for that, he wasn't allowed to come unless they gave him permission. The lesson stuck in his mind, because of the pain that had been inflicted on him. It made the dildo episode look tame. They had stuck pure menthol rub in and on his cock and then made him jack off until he couldn't anymore. Touching himself meant there pain now to his fuzzy mind. They had taught him not to touch himself, not like he had been in the habit of doing that before these assholes kidnapped him. Making him crawl all the time had been handled the same way, with pain. The second time that he had stood up, O had strapped him down and beaten the bottom of his feet so he didn't want to even think about standing up or walking. He had screamed helplessly while it happened, not caring that this was turning on O more then he could imagine. The bastard had fucked him as soon as he had dropped the belt that he had been using on the bottom of his feet. He had come when the bastard told him that he could, even if he had been laughing at him the entire time. God he was in so much pain but O had made it feel good too, his huge cock up his ass hitting him the right way while he was jerking him off.
Shit he hated them and hated what he was becoming for them, an eager little fuck doll. He couldn't remember the last time that anyone had ever talked to him like he was a person. J wasn't talking to him that he could remember, even if the old guy was staying with him when he fell asleep after the others were through with him. It had taken him a couple of minutes when he woke up this time to remember that his name was Duo and not 'Pet'.
He looked up when he heard one of the others enter the room he was being kept in. It was J and he was carrying something. It was one of those things that H and sometimes G liked shoving up his ass. The things came in all shapes, colors and sizes and he loathed all of them. He didn't argue about them ever shoving anything up there after the menthol lube that they had punished him with the first time. Some of them were uncomfortable or weird feeling, but he meekly held them inside of him, no matter how much he hated them and loved something in his ass at the same time. He didn't like them because of what they represented in his mind, because they were something that these perverts were trying to break him with. The collar was the same thing, but he never managed to get that off of him, the lock was too small for him to pick even if he had the equipment or his hands free.
"Good morning Pet. We have something that might help adjust your attitude into a more pleasant frame of mind," H told him.
"Deathscythe, so that I can blow this place to bits?" Duo asked sarcastically.
"Just some thing to show you that things can be much worse for you Pet," J told him. "And pets are never pilots. None of the other pilots would have played so nicely with us. You really aren't a pilot, are you Pet? You haven't changed much from the street kid that Howard handed of to G, just to get rid of you, Pet. You are still too stubborn to realize what you are, a bauble that we are going to play with until we tire of you."
Duo flushed, he didn't think that either Heero or Wufei would be in this pickle. They would have known enough to fight off H and get the hell away from these pervs. Trowa would have killed himself rather then sink this low. Quatre, shit he'd just ZERO on them and take the whole place out. Duo knew that he should kill himself before it got any worse, but he couldn't. He was too chicken shit to do it, too much influenced by the teachings of Sister Helen and Father Maxwell to commit that sin. That was why he never off'd himself before when things were looking worse then this. He was weak and stupid and hated himself for not having the balls or the knowledge to get away from these people. Maybe he was a pet like they told him. A stupid, overfed, pampered bitch that he had always hated seeing when he was younger, because he knew that they were eating better then he was and definitely had a better life then he did, just because it rolled over and played up to its owners, fawning on them and thinking that they were the best thing on the colony. He was scared when the day would come when he turned into that for these perverts.
"Now I just want to try a few things with you," J told him. "Something that Master H read about a while ago and thought that it would be interesting to try out."
"'Try out' means that I do the weird shit to you," Duo told him.
J laughed and then slapped him on the ass with his claw. Duo growled in annoyance and then stopped when he realized that he sounded like a dog doing that.
"Never forget that you are a little play toy, Pet" J reminded him. He would ignore the boy's cheekiness for now. It was refreshing that he still was feisty even after all this time. He would call all of them Master eventually and for now he was willing to overlook it when he didn't. "You don't do anything without us letting you. You don't walk. You don't eat and you don't even shit unless we let you. You aren't doing anything to us but being a tight well trained hole for the others to stick their cocks into you."
"Unless you make me," Duo told him. He hated that they did that to him, that G gave him an enema that flushed him out every other day so that he was 'clean' for them. Clean for their toys and their cocks that they kept shoving in him. He was so tired of it all.
"The other Masters aren't happy that you aren't responding in the manner that we want you to. I knew that you were going to be stubborn, but they think that this should be going faster. Master O especially is annoyed that you haven't given in to us yet."
"I am just so upset that I'm not what you all want," Duo told him sarcastically.
"Duo, I told you before that I wasn't going to let you get away with mouthing off to me," J scolded him.
Duo shook his head, "I know that you're going to hurt me, that's what you all do. I fight and you shock me with those things or hit me with something else. All you want to do is hurt me."
"Master H found something else to discipline you with. I want you to think about how bad we can be," J told him and then continued in a harder tone, wanting Pet to understand how much they could hurt him and hadn't... yet. What they had been doing to him was mild next to some of the punishments that Heero had endured at his hands. Aside from the lessons about walking upright and touching himself, nothing he had done was to hurt the boy beyond what he could endure. "We aren't bound by the fragile rules of fair play or honor that OZ was. We will do things to you that they never did."
"The rapes told me that. Not feeding me too... it does suck that my enemies were better to me then you are. Hell that bitch Une would have hauled you all out and shot you if she knew the crap that you were capable of when she had you."
"If you would behave, then we wouldn't have to hurt you," J told him gently. "If you were a good pet for us, then we wouldn't do these things to you."
"If you didn't have delusions that I would want this, if you left me alone... " Duo protested.
"You would be dead if G hadn't wanted you for a pilot. Do you think that anyone would have kept you around for anything besides a fuck toy? You didn't know anything about space, you were barely literate and why should anyone care about a dirty little street rat?" J asked.
He hated telling Duo this, but he was tired of listening to him scream in pain when fought back and they punished him for that. He knew that it would be a long uphill battle to get control of his mind and soul, but he didn't think that it would bother him as much as it had to do what was needed. He had broken Heero with less effort then this. Actually not broken, just had been lucky enough to mold him to what he had wanted since he had gotten the boy so young. Duo, no matter how many times he thought of him as a boy or a child, wasn't one. He was a killer that had survived living on one of the worst colonies in the L2 sector by the skin of his teeth. He was going to fight them tooth and nail because that's how he had survived in the past. He just had to show him that he wasn't going to win and that being obstinate wasn't helping him here, no matter how much it had worked for him in the past.
Duo wilted under his criticism. It was true what J had said. When he first snuck aboard Howard's ship he had been a fuck up. He still thought that deep inside him he was just a dirty kid that wasn't good for anything and had managed to kill anyone that loved him.
"I am upping the ante," J informed him. "I want to show you that there are worse things that we could do to you then tasering you to punish you. H found a very interesting set of toys. A dildo for your ass... "
"Why am I not surprised?" Duo interrupted sarcastically. The guy loved to use those things on him.
"... and one that fits in your cock," J continued, ignoring him. "They are used... well, let me show you."
Duo screamed when the pain hit him again. He arched his back in a futile attempt to get away from it as the electricity coursed through his body at regular three minute intervals. The shocks were painful, ranging from a mild two second jolt to the minute long searing pain that he felt in his ass now. It stopped finally and he relaxed, panting slightly.
"You brought this on yourself Pet with your stubbornness," J told him sadly. "With your lack of respect. We are all your Masters and you should address us as such. While I am not as strict as the others, they are unhappy that you do not understand such a simple thing. This is punishment is to show you that we are not going to let you continue with being rude to us."
He didn't have to watch what was happening to Duo, but he felt that it was his punishment because he had to rely on something as crude as pain to train Duo for the others. It was unfortunate that many of G's other commands hadn't taken, like the ones that had kept him from having any sort of relationship before this and the one that put him to sleep so easily. He had wished that Duo had responded to the commands that G had tried before they had woken him up the first time, but nothing had happened when they had tried to control him that way. Thankfully Duo had been too stoned to remember waking up other then the time that they had him chained to the floor.
"Fuck you... " Duo whispered.
"I would prefer it the other way... my body however can not respond in that direction," J replied seriously.
"Reduced to mind fucking only?" Duo asked, just before the next jolt hit him. It wasn't as painful as the last, so he managed not to scream as his limbs twitched uncontrollably. Half his brain was thankful that OZ had never did this to him, because he knew that this torture would break him eventually. Or hopefully the perverts would miscalculate the jolts and he would die before he was truly their fuck toy. He could hope, because he knew that he didn't have the balls to kill himself, so he had to get them to do it for him.
"A bomb during the early years of fighting against the Alliance... I am lucky to be alive. I was told that I shouldn't be upset about the physical damage. I wasn't really. I had very little use for sex in my younger days," J told him.
"Heero must have been really happy about that or is this your only kink, not little kids?" Duo asked sarcastically.
"I think that since this is going to be a long session, I am going to put a mouth guard in before you accidentally bite off your tongue. I do have a use for that later on. Now I am just going to leave you alone for a while," J leaned over and forced a bit into his mouth. "I am stepping up the power and I am also taking off the regulator. The shocks are going to be powerful and unexpected, either in your anus or your penis. Between the jolts, do think about what you can do in the future to avoid this punishment. I... we really do not want to hurt you. Would it be so bad to be our cherished pet?"
Duo's answer was a glare that J was certain was burning the paint on the wall behind him it was so hot. No matter how much they hurt Duo, he was not going to give into them. He was going to have to rethink this problem while Duo was being disciplined. No matter what he had to do, he would do it. He just no longer had the stomach to sit here and listen to Duo Pet scream in agony.
J walked into Duo's room hours later with G. Duo was arched off the floor, hoarsely screaming behind the mouth guard he had put on him as he writhed in pain. As soon as his body relaxed, G shut off the current that was passing through his body. J wasn't surprised to see that Duo was still twitching uncontrollably even with the electricity that had been passing through his body was gone. He would be twitching that for a while with the amount of current that had been sent through him.
"Have you thought about what I wanted you to?" J asked as he gently worked the bit out of Duo's mouth.
"Go suck vacuum," Duo whispered at him. "I'm no one's fuck doll."
"I thought that you might be still be stubborn, little street toy," J told him. He poured water into Duo's dish. "Drink, it's going to make you feel better. Your throat must be sore from all that screaming."
Duo rolled over and kicked the dish back to J, watching the water spill all over the place. "Just leave me alone."
"That's not being a good pet," J scolded him.
He was oddly proud at the thought that Duo still had enough spirit after all that time in pain to fight back still. He just wished that his little toy would bend because he was getting tired of hurting him. He could turn this over to either H or O, but then that would be admitting failure. He also didn't think that they try to use some finesse in solving this problem. They relied too much on pain and brute force. He was finding out that pain was something that Duo was very familiar with from his time as a Gundam pilot and from life on the street. He was also reacting to pain in different ways. J was beginning to believe that their little toy was so confused right now that he wouldn't give in, because he was afraid to do so. He was enjoying the beatings that he was getting from H and O and that scared him. He could see the confusion and dismay in Duo's eyes that he was enjoying being used like that by them. Duo hadn't responded to the shocks the why that he thought he would, he had hoped that a different kind of pain would show him that being their obedient pet was a good thing. It was time that he did something a bit more drastic to push Duo over the edge, but he just didn't know what it was. He would have to consult with the others about this problem.
"I don't want to be a pet," Duo told him hoarsely. "I don't like you touching me, drugging me so that it feels good when you do me. You guys... shit you manage to train a bunch of kids to kill for you and you think that you can get them to do anything for you."
"But we didn't want them... " J told him, "We wanted you."
Duo laughed bitterly, trying not to sound like was about to cry. "For the first time in long time someone wants me and it's as a fuck toy. I think it was better when no one wanted me."
J walked out of the room, unexpectedly saddened at the thought that Duo never thought that he had been wanted before this.
"The problem J is that this is just another round of torture for the boy. We haven't treated him any better then OZ did. He didn't give into OZ and he isn't going to give into us, the stubborn little bastard," G told him, after he found his colleague sitting in the common room, staring off into space. He realized that J was frustrated at how things were going, because apparently he didn't know how stubborn Duo could be. G swore that Duo had cornered the market on being stubborn. He was oddly proud that the boy had lasted this long though.
"He told me that OZ had at least had fed him better when he was a prisoner," J said sadly. "He said that it 'sucked' was the term that he used, that the enemy was better to him then we are."
"No one in that place wanted to claim his sweet ass either, like we want to," G told him. "Une, the fridge bitch that she was, must have had the pilots guarded by eunuchs on the Balji, I swear. Weeks alone in the brig and none of them were touched. Either that or there is something out there that watches out over innocents and fools."
"They all were innocents, even though most of them would deny that to their dying day. Heero especially," J said regretfully. "You should have grabbed the boy then, it would have been better for him."
"We needed pilot then, not a fuck doll. Now that the war is over... well Duo is a nice bit entertainment for our old age," G gloated, thinking about Duo's tight, hot ass. Very fuckable and responsive, even if the boy fought them. Sensuous as he thought he would be when he first thought of this plan. When he finally broke, the boy would be priceless.
"Only if he cooperates," H told them, joining the discussion. "The boy is still not responding the way that we want him to. What is the hold up?"
"He's tough," J told him. "Even after hours on that little set up that you discovered, he isn't anything but angry. Pain is the only familiar thing in his life right now. He hates himself for responding to the pleasure of sex, even while he is begging us for release. Pain is an old friend for him and he is clinging to pain for as long as possible to fight us, even as disoriented as he is. He is frightened of pleasure I think."
"You have to make it more personal to him," H told both of them. "Pain has to become something that even he can't endure. You have to punish him in such a way that he's broken mentally, but not physically. His pilot training and any torture that he had at the hands of OZ hasn't been much different then what we have done, except for using his tight ass so often."
"How?" J asked in frustration. "We control when he eats, when he sleeps, when he voids even. He can do none of that without our permission. We have managed to reduce him to the level of an animal physically. Pain as punishment and part of the pleasure that we give him has confused Pet so much that he really doesn't know how to respond to it. Short of nearly killing with the amount of electricity we are going to have to use to break him, if we continue with what we have been doing, I am at a loss on how to make it more 'personal' to Pet."
"There is a trick in the S&M community... " H started.
"And of course you know it," G interrupted sarcastically.
"I wasn't the one that thought that his pilot was going to be his little fuck toy for his old age, was I?" H asked indignantly. So he was a kink with a lot of spare time on his hands that liked inflicting pain on pretty boys. He wasn't the only one in this place that was, he had a sneaking suspicion that it was for a lot more then martial arts that O was called 'Master'. He was too good at it. H was just surprised that he hadn't run into him when he had been active in the S & M community, before he had gotten too extreme for most of them. That might have been the problem that O had too. "Do you want to try my idea or not?" H asked them indignantly. When they nodded, he continued, "All that you have to do is this... "
H explained what he had planned for Duo to make him less obstinate about what they wanted out of him and become their toy. He knew that J was unmatched in this area, shown by the work that he had done with his pilot. But even the most brilliant people run into blockages in their research and problems with their test subjects. As someone had said at one time, 'the experiment will do what it damn well pleases, even given the correct parameters, conditions and guidelines.' Pet was doing what he could to fight them controlling his mind and his body. He knew that his body was a lost cause, but he still had some hope that he could escape or be rescued before they took over his mind. H just wanted to show Pet that the gloves were going to come off and they were going to show one unruly little pilot what bastards they were.
"The last one that we tried didn't work like I wanted it to, but I am at my wit's ends here," J told him tiredly. "It can't really hurt him can it?"
"He won't like it, but then he hasn't liked anything that he has had done to him here," H told them. He would do nothing that would ruin that nice tight ass that Duo had. He had thought that the dildo set would have done it, but that damned pilot was still resisting them.
"If this doesn't work, we are going to have to so something radical," G told him.
"What he wants to do isn't?" J asked mockingly. What H proposed sounded drastic, but it might push Duo in the right direction at least. He would have never have even thought of doing that and he hoped that it worked.
"Give him a few hours to recover a bit, but we have to do this to him when he is still somewhat disoriented from the last session," H urged them. "As soon as possible is the best thing for both him and us.
He wanted the other two to have as little time as possible to think about what he wanted to do to Pet, because even if they didn't want to admit it, they were still a bit squeamish about getting what needed to be done, done. He was sick of waiting for the lack of sleep, the pain and the sessions of fucking Pet raw to finally break him and let them have the little toy that they all wanted. He was going to make sure that they had an obedient like fuck doll as soon as possible. He didn't care what condition the little shit was in mentally so long as he knew enough to spread his legs for all of them.
Duo was on all fours, J was idly playing with his bangs as the other three secured him firmly to the floor, adding a waist chain to the collection that were holding him down. He trembled because he had no idea what to expect right now. They all were needed to wrestle him into place, O hitting him until he was too dizzy to figure out what was happening. All that he knew was that J and the rest were eager about the little demonstration of power that they were doing to him. He felt O probe his ass with a slick, gloved finger, slowly wiggling it about to stretch him.
"I assume that OZ had done a few cavity searches on you when you were captured by them Pet?" G asked him.
Duo stared straight ahead trying to ignore what was happening to him. If he didn't think about it, it wasn't happening. It was a trick that helped him ignore what they were doing to him on more then one occasion. O hit him again the back of the head hard; convincing him that he should answer them, "Sometimes."
Another hit. "Sometimes Masters," he choked out.
O added another finger and Duo hoped more grease, because this was starting to hurt. He thought that it would. They were at him so often he thought that they were hopped up on some sort of horniness pill to have them keeping it up at their age. He was slightly sore all the time from the dildos and oddly shaped butt plugs, that O's large fingers hurt the tender muscle.
Even if he was enjoying their attention, he never asked for it. It was rape, just like they were trying to make he into what they wanted, fucking his mind and his body until he gave up. He close to doing that now, he knew that there was no one that knew or cared where he was. #There won't be a last minute reprieve from Heero this time. No one cares. He had only wanted to shut you up so that you weren't a risk to the mission; it wasn't like he had actually cared about you. No one does and no one ever did. Give up, because sooner or later they are going to break you so badly that you would enjoy this, if you go along with them now, you might be able to keep some of your mind yours still,# one of the little voices in his head told him. He hated the voices and liked them too, since he knew that when they stopped talking to him would be the day that he had given in to the perverts. He hated them because they usually were so logical in pointing out how hopeless his situation was. He knew that, he just didn't want to be reminded of it so often.
He sobbed when O added a third finger and then started wiggling the blasted things about like he was waving to his intestines, stretching him further then he had ever been. What were they doing and why couldn't they stop it! The tears started to run down his face as he tried to get away from those hurtful fingers.
"Have you ever heard of the term fisting?" Instructor H asked almost kindly.
Duo shook his head, biting his lip and making little pained noises. He almost bit his lip through when O added his fourth finger at the same time that he hit him on the back of the head because he was being rude to them. Duo thought for a second if that was the reason that Wufei was a little fucked up at times, his brains had been permanently rattled by this idiot hitting him.
"You know you have to speak to us, no matter what, pet," J reminded him.
"No... mas...Ahh... " Duo shrieked as O moved his fingers further into his body, spreading them out a little at the same time. It hurt and his muscles were spasming trying to keep O out of him. All he could make was little broken noises as O's hand went further up his ass.
"Fisting is a term that is used in certain S&M communities to describe one person inserting his hand up another person's anal canal," Instructor H lectured him. "It can be very pleasurable to both the insertee and the inserter. Men have enjoyed this for ages as the ultimate sexual and trust experience. Women have enjoyed it to a lesser extent, but that is neither here nor there. What we are showing you with this is how much this can hurt you. When you are a better pet, we will show you how good it can feel."
Duo started screaming in earnest when O slowly inserted his hand further up his opening, folding his thumb in so that he could pass it through his opening, as G lubed up his hand more. None of them really wanted to hurt their pet, but this little display of authority was needed to show him his place. The last one hadn't been too successful and he was starting to worry about damaging Pet too much physically and mentally if they continued with trying to modify his behavior with electrical shocks. The last session, the one that J had hoped to show their pet the error his ways hadn't worked. J gently stroked his face as the tears ran down it and Duo struggled to breathe and scream at the same time.
O waited a second, wanting the muscles to adjust to him before he went any further in. He was going to insist next time that one of the others do this, his hand felt like it was trapped in a vise Duo was so tight, even after all the fucking that they had done with him. He saw the tiny rivulets of blood starting to trickle out of their pet and gesture to G to lube him up more. He was tearing up Duo, which wasn't what they really wanted. They just wanted him to know that resisting them was stupid and painful. He wasn't getting that message with what they had been doing to him before it seemed, so they were getting a little more creative.
Duo was in agony. He was barely aware of anything beside the pain in his lower stomach and his ass. He wanted to pass out from that pain and it barely registered on his mind that O wasn't moving his hand any more.
"He's all the way to his wrist," Duo heard G tell the room at large. His screams had died down to little broken noises as J held his head steady and looked into his eyes. He hadn't the breath left to scream.
"You know that we really don't want to injure you, but this seemed like the best way to adjust your attitude without really hurting you permanently," J explained to him softly, stoking his sweat and tear soaked face. "You haven't responded the way that we wanted you to our training you, so we want to make things very clear to you about how much we can hurt you. This is a little more personal then the shocks that we have been giving you, even if it was with that fun little toy that H had found us to show you that being so stubborn was wrong."
Duo whimpered as he felt the rest of them petting him like he was a cat or a dog that needed to be calmed down. He was trembling with fear and exhaustion, just waiting for them to finish what they had started. He still hurt but he could think a little now.
"You don't really understand how much at our mercy you are?" J asked him. "Do you know that you're bleeding down there?"
Duo was glad that he managed to find the will and the moisture to spit at them. He knew that his little act of defiance was going to cost him, but how much more could they hurt him?
"Still testing us?" J asked quietly, before looking up and ordering Master O, "Do it to him for the next ten minutes. Do as little additional damage as possible, but he isn't going to get away with what he just did." Poor child, why won't you give in? We make you feel good, we make you enjoy our attentions and you know that no one is going to help you, why are you making this so difficult? Give in and let us show you that we can be very good for you all the time when you cooperate.
Duo screamed in agony as he felt O starting to pump his hand inside of him, working part of his arm into him, sort of rubbing against the good spot in him, but all he felt was pain. He had been wrong; they really could hurt him some more. He started screaming again as J grabbed his hair and held his head still, looking deep into his eyes while O slowly fucked him with his hand. Every time that he closed his eyes, someone hit him. He learned that he had to keep them open and several lifetimes of pain passed, before he heard someone announce 'time'.
O gave one more pump before he slowly pulled out, prolonging the agony for Duo. He enjoyed Duo's screams and was looking forward to doing that again to him. It took his twice as long to withdraw from Duo as it took to enter him and the only reason that he didn't draw it out longer was because J glared at him to hurry up. When his fingers were finally out of Duo, J allowed the boy to collapse and curl up, J letting go of his hair so that he didn't pull it.
"What you want to tell us?" J asked Duo gently.
He was upset that Duo was just looking at him with the dumb look of an injured animal. They might have done too through a job on Duo this time when they showed him his place and that he was just their pet and nothing more. He needed to know that, but this might have been too extreme a method. He hoped that Duo would realize that they were serious at last and that they never had to do this again to him. "You do have something that you have to say before you can rest and before we will leave you alone."
Duo blinked and shook his head. He whimpered when O ran a finger around his abused opening, but stubbornly still said nothing.
"You know, O can do that all day," J said softly. So much courage and so stubborn, why wouldn't he give in to the inevitable? "It won't take as much to stretch you out again. Do you really want the man in you up to his elbow?"
Duo looked at him and kept his mouth shut until he felt two fingers being shoved roughly into his injured passage, causing him to start mindlessly screaming again until they were pulled out of him. "Thank you, Masters," he managed to whisper hoarsely from his abused throat when he stopped screaming. He had been screaming for hours it seemed.
"That was good, Pet. You are going to learn the manners of a good pet, even if we have to repeat that lesson a few more times," J told him. Poor Duo, you need to learn that we are not letting you go or will not stop this until you give us what we want from you... unlimited and willing access to your delightful body.
Duo sobbed at the threat and it took him a second to realize that they were putting something under him, like a drop cloth. He stared at J in confusion, what were they going to do to him now?
"You are a bit messy and we do like to keep this place clean," J told him. We aren't that monsters Duo, as much as you think we are, making you sleep in that mess with what we just did to you wouldn't be right and the cloth should catch anything that leaks out of you.
"Thank you Masters," Duo whispered. It hurt to talk, but it would hurt more if he didn't say that to them. He didn't want O to put his hand in there again. They had managed to hurt him more then anyone else in OZ had.
"We'll give you a nice bath to clean you later Pet," J promised Duo. "Sleep now." He was happy that the sleep command had been one of the few things that had managed to take in the meddling the G had done with his pilot during the war. Every time that one of them told him to rest and sleep he would. It had cut down on some of the drugs that were running around his system.
Duo obediently closed his eyes as he heard everyone else leave the room, except for J. He went to sleep with the old man softly stroking his head, petting him with his hand for some unknown reason again. He was confused about why that it felt good to have someone care about him it seemed, even if it was one of the perverts that had just tortured him.
J waited until their pet was asleep before joining the others for lunch. He frowned at the bland soup that was his meal, while the others were eating something that smelled wonderful. He hated his body at times like these. Bland food and being unable to really enjoy Duo's body, like the rest of them were doing.
"I think that you shouldn't use Pet for the next couple of days," J announced to them.
G laughed nervously, "I think that I speak for the rest of us when I say that I was having a difficult time keeping up with your schedule." Thank God for drugs or else we would be as out of it as Duo. Rotating schedules helped, but I know that you are exhausted because you insisted on being present at every session that we have with him. I know why, but I know that you are also losing your perspective on this experiment. I can see that you are getting fond of him. Not that it is interfering with anything, it is just... odd.
"Teaching Pet how to obey us unthinkingly would be good thing to teach him right now, because something happened in his mind, I think, with what I saw in his eyes," J told them. "Next time that we wake him up he will get a thorough cleaning inside and out, no matter how sore he is. I saw blood and I don't want any infections slowing us down on his training."
O shrugged and said defensively, "Then one of the others should have done that." He really didn't want to give up Pet to give him time to heal, but injuring further him wasn't a wise move, so he could wait. He wanted to do that again and he had been disappointed that Pet had given in to J's coaxing at the end. He was curious to see if he could get his arm in there up to his elbow.
"It was meant to punish him," Instructor H reminded him. "We might have been a little to through in that matter, but I am not worrying about that. I don't care if he's a little damaged mentally."
"Changing our tactics might recover a little ground for him, but it doesn't matter We all knew that Duo wouldn't be the same no matter what happened, so damage to his mind is to be expected," G reassured J before digging into his meal.
After a moment of silence, Instructor H started talking about a few of the other projects and the rest of the afternoon passed pleasantly for them.
Duo woke up and moaned, because everything hurt. He shuddered as he remembered what had been done to him yesterday. He would never piss them off that thoroughly again! He knew that he was a coward, but he didn't want O's arm in him again, like J had threatened him with to get him to acknowledge that they could really hurt him. That had hurt more then he thought that anything could. He could still feel O in him and the pain and the horror of feeling the man's arm inside of him, opening him so wide that it had taken hours for his ass to recover. There was no way that he was going to allow them to do that to him again! He could endure the shocks, he had had a round or two with OZ when they had brought out the big guns and had tortured him for information in that way. That had never bothered him as much as what the Mad Five were doing to him. Was it because he knew these people, unlike the interrogators that OZ had used? Or was it because he really didn't have a prayer of getting out of this place? Always, before there had been something to hold onto, hope of a last minute rescue attempt or that his own wits would get him out of there. Now it seemed hopeless, that was shown to him last night or whatever time they had done that little thing. He hadn't seen a clock or had managed to figure out even how long he had been here between the irregular schedule and the lack any clue if it was day or night.
He whimpered when he moved again and then realized that he wasn't alone. G and J were sitting there looking at him and waiting for him to wake up. He realized that this was the first time in a long while that he felt like he had had enough sleep.
"I promised you a bath and a through cleaning," J told him.
Duo hiccupped and nodded; he vague remembered that they had told him that before he fell asleep. He didn't want anything inside him right now though! It felt like he had had a tree up there. It hadn't hurt like this after the first time that they had had him. "No... " he involuntarily whispered.
"It's for your own good Pet," J told him. He expected Duo to protest what they were going to do to him. It had taken all four of them get him restrained yesterday when he figured out that they were going to do something painful and degrading to him.
"You might have torn something and we do want to wash out all that lube that's in you," G told him. Explaining to him the why of he had had to do something had worked with Duo in the past.
J leaned over and snapped the leash on his collar. "Just a short walk for now and then a little more discomfort before we can let you soak. If you had been a good pet for us, we wouldn't have had to punish you like that. Remember that it is all your fault that we had to hurt you," J cringed internally at telling Pet that, but he didn't want to ever have to do that again. The glee that he saw in O's eyes when he was hurting Duo wasn't anything that he wanted to see again, it had disturbed him a lot.
Duo slowly got to his knees, crawling to the bathroom. He knew that he was going to do what they wanted in the end, so why fight them? He didn't want O near him again. He knelt like a good little boy while they cleaned out his insides. It hurt and he cried while they were doing that to him, but he didn't care anymore. These two had seen him screaming because their punishment was hurting him and begging them like a strung out junkie to come, so he had lost any dignity that he had around them when they had captured him.
"I need you to lie on the floor, curl up one of your legs and relax all your muscles in your ass. I want to see how much damage might have been done, because there was a little blood," G told him. He had expected to see blood because of the size of O's hand, but it had still bothered him that there was blood.
Duo followed his orders, involuntarily whining when he kept hitting all the sore places inside of him with his fingers. J comforted him by stroking his back and just being there for him. It was strange and scary how much the old pervert was a comfort to him. Shit, he was the only one that hadn't been drooling over the fact that O was hurting him. J had looked really sad about having to do that at all to him, which was odd. He thought that the old man would have been pissed that his project wasn't working out the way that he wanted it to. G ignored the sounds he was making as he poked at him, finally stopping and telling J. "Nothing really was torn. A few days rest and he should be fine. The blood was just from a minor cut just inside him, so that looked worse then it was."
"I think that our pet has earned himself a bath, don't you?" J asked, relief barely hidden in his voice. He had been worried that this had been something that had hurt Pet mentally and physically. He was a lot more subdued this morning, but that was to be expected. He had lost the wounded animal look that was in his eyes last night and J hoped that there was no permanent mental damage from last night, because he didn't want Pet terrified out of his mind, just obedient.
"A nice long soak for being such a good Pet for his examination," G agreed as he petted Pet on his back, before filling up the tub with hot water and making him crawl in it. He was upset that Pet was looking at him warily, wondering what else they were going to do to him to make him behave.
"Pet, we wouldn't have to do things like we did yesterday if you behaved yourself," G told him gently.
"I understand," Duo whispered, because they did expect an answer to their questions and comments most of the time. They would punish him if he didn't answer them and he didn't want O to touch him like that again.
He did really understand what they wanted from him; it was that he just wasn't going to give it to them. They thought that he should just give in and let the perverts do whatever they wanted to him because they wanted to. That was why they thought that he should behave for them. At the price of his soul and his sanity, he would never have to be hurt like that again. He wasn't ready to pay that price yet, even though it was looking like he would eventually. He had always known from the beginning of his captivity that he might lose in the end. He was too much of a coward to kill himself or too Catholic, he didn't know which. The docs knew what to expect from him, so they guarded him closer then OZ ever did. He hadn't had the privacy or the freedom to try and escape the various things that bound him. Hell, he was so drugged out of it most of the time that even if he could get free, he had no idea on how to get out of this place except to steal a shuttle. He didn't even know if they had a shuttle for him to steal.
"I understand, what Pet?" J asked sternly. Had he forgotten why he had been disciplined yesterday? Or was it that the pain had been too much for him?
"I understand, Masters," Duo repeated hoarsely.
"Since you aren't in any condition for us to play with, we are turning you over to just J's care for the next few days," G told him. J was right. Duo needed time after yesterday. Time to remember that the givers of pain were also the givers of pleasure once the memory of the pain faded and the pleasure was remembered He was too raw physically and emotionally to deal with any of the games that they all enjoyed with him.
"Yes Masters," Duo whispered. It still hurt to talk, but he knew that they would get angry if he didn't say anything. He didn't want them to stick anything else in him. What was J going to do with him when they were alone?
"Sucking cock Pet," J told him.
"Whose Master?" Duo asked him in confusion. J had never shown any physical interest in him, he had just acted like he was another experiment. All the others had been using him, but J had never done anything more that pet his head or stroke his back. He had wondered if the old man had gone senile and was having flashbacks to training Heero or his pet dog at those times. Now he knew that he had been just waiting. He had told him earlier that he wasn't up to doing much, had that been why the others let him run the show?
He hadn't done anything even vaguely sexual with him the time that they had been together. J was just there waiting to 'train' him most all of the time. He was there when he woke up and when he fell asleep, usually with the doctor gently running his claw up and down his back like he was petting him. Strange as it seemed, the damned thing felt good and it was comforting in a weird way. Somehow the pervert treating him nicely made the odd things that he was doing to him bearable. He really didn't like what was happening to him, but being alone with J... it was scary how much he wanted to please the old man at times, just to feel him touching him when he fell asleep. He knew in the back of his head that something had broken in him when O had shoved his arm up his ass like that, but his heart and soul weren't ready to give in, even if part of his mind had been broken under the pain of that punishment.
The time that they had spent together had been mostly J trying to get him to crawl and pose the way that the rest of them expected him to do for them. He had fought everything that J wanted him to do, but he had given in eventually because of the pain that he inflicted on him with the knowledge that he had of pressure points and other interesting ways that he had to hurt him. Nothing as bad as the shocks and definitely not the hell that was the fisting thing that they had punished him with, but enough to make him reluctantly obey J. J understood why he was fighting back all the time even, and didn't seem mad at him, just upset that he wasn't cooperating like he should.
"Mine silly pet," J told him. Duo was very confused if he couldn't figure out something that obvious. However, since he had never shown any sexual interest in the boy, so he could understand his confusion and wouldn't punish him for it.
"Um... " Duo waffled. He wasn't going to admit that he hadn't done that either. Shit, these people made him feel really embarrassed or really stupid during his few coherent moments that he had with them. Right now he felt both. Was it because someone that was old enough to be his grandfather wanted him to go down on him?
"I didn't think that you know how, not if you hadn't done anything else before this either, Pet," J told him as he unzipped his pants and exposed himself. "So I will show you what pleases me. Take me in your mouth."
Duo hitched forward and touched the tip of his tongue to J's limp cock.
"Suck on it gently Pet," J told him.
Duo took the tip into his mouth and gave an experimental swallow. It was clean at least, he should be thankful for that. It didn't taste bad, slightly salty from sweat. It twitched and grew as he sucked on it, and he took more of it into his mouth as J got harder. Why the hell was he doing this without an argument? #Because O might beat the crap out of you, again and you're starting to worry about him breaking something#, part of his mind supplied helpfully. Just one of those stupid voices that oh so calmly told him to give in to these assholes. He had several of them that talked to him he swore and all of them thought that giving in to these perverts was the thing to do. #Or they'll do that fisting thing to you again, you want to spend the next couple of days wishing that you were dead because O wanted to see how far up he could go this time? They might not let you rest afterwards either like they are doing now, so you'd never heal from the tears that you'd get and you'd bleed out. Not fast enough so they won't fuck you to death first, I don't see any of the others getting off like this or they would have done it with you before. Besides, compared to all the other things that they have made you do, this is nothing. #
It was hard to think at times and he found it easier to just follow his orders, if it wasn't something that wasn't too disgusting. He wasn't finding much too disgusting now, since he was having trouble just trying to think most of the time and the damned voices didn't help. J was doing some sort of mind whammy on him, not that he needed much to push him over the edge. He knew that symptoms of sleep depravation, and so he knew that he wasn't getting enough rest to fight the brainwashing that they were doing to him.
His world was now limited no punishment equals good. He reluctantly did what J told him to because he didn't want O to shove his hand up his ass again or worse. He knew J's limits so that he didn't push the old man into bringing in the big guns again to punish him. He had thought that the mad five's little demonstration with the shocking dildos had been bad, but he couldn't see how anyone could enjoy what O had done to him. He hoped that they never did that to him again, even if they thought that he would like it.
"Good, pet... more tongue," J panted. "Play with my balls."
Duo ran his tongue around the ridge of the head, thinking that he was stupid because he didn't argue about doing this and that he was sick because he was enjoying sucking his cock, since he was getting hard because he was enjoying this. He shifted his weight a little and then reached up to follow J's orders. He had no idea what would feel good, so he just stoked them with the tips of his fingers. That was about as far as he could touch anyway with the way he was trussed up today.
J moaned and thrust deeper into his mouth, choking him a little before he got used to it and making him shift his position so that he was leaning against J's leg, the material of his pants feeling good against his hardening cock. Duo sucked harder on what was in his mouth and then started rubbing his body against J's leg, humping him for the friction. His cock and his nipples hardened as he rubbed against the rough cloth and steel braces and he moaned around the cock he had in his mouth, suddenly wanting one in his ass too. He hadn't felt like that since they had done that fisting thing to him, but he had to admit that he liked getting it the ass from the pervs when they were doing him. He just didn't like who was doing him and not being able to say no to them. He wasn't even afraid of J's claw right now.
God this was such a strange turn on, being able to do this to Master J, pleasing him with his mouth and making him feel good. He hated that it felt good to him too, but he was responding to so much of the weird shit that they were doing with him, that it seemed that anything was turning him on. It could be some sort of weird self defense mechanism, enjoying what they did to him so that they wouldn't hurt him again, but he really didn't know anymore, because he was so confused because of everything that was happening to him.
J reached over and grabbed his shoulders, his hand and claw digging into him as he shoved himself into the back of his throat, pouring his seed into him as he came and making Duo frantically swallow his load as it filled his mouth.
"Good job pet," J panted as he pulled out of his mouth and shifted away from him.
Duo involuntarily moaned at the loss of the friction on his cock. He had been so close. He might even have gotten permission to come.
J smiled, "Do you want to come pet?" he asked. Duo was a hot-blooded little thing, it seemed. G was right to have done what he had done to him. He would be entertaining for all of them in the coming years.
"Please... " Duo whispered, even as he was instinctively reaching down to try and grab his cock to relieve the ache that he felt there. He wanted come now.
J lightly slapped him across the face. "Your Masters give you pleasure. What have we taught you?"
Duo rocked with the blow and involuntarily moved in closer, he'd take the pain too. That was good for him too he unexpectedly realized, when he was starting to get hard at the first sting of a cat or the slap of a cane on his back without anything else happening to him. "You are the only ones that can touch me. I can't touch myself there no matter how much I want feel the pleasure," he told him, breathless with the almost overpowering need to come. He would have told him anything right now if Master J let him come.
"Do you want me to bring you off Pet?" J asked.
It was fascinating to see the new responses that their pet developed towards sex and pain. He was quite sure that Duo was very confused about both right now, since he was giving a positive reaction to both when they used him. He didn't think that sucking on his cock would turn on their little one, but he had needed very little encouragement to go down on him. He had thought that was because Duo was too afraid to really argue about anything that he asked him to do any more. Most of the time Duo fought him out of habit more then an objection to what he were doing with him. Humping his leg like an eager puppy while he was sucking on him was amusing, because he didn't think that Duo would actually enjoy going down on him. From the way that he was acting he had enjoyed fellaciting him very much. He hadn't shown any sexual response with his before this when they were alone. He had been worried that fisting Duo had ruined him sexually.
Pet apparently was very responsive now to any attention that he showed him because Duo might have finally realized that there was no one out there to rescue him and he was at their mercy. He was still not quite their pet yet, but he was coming closer to being that every day, even if he didn't know that. Duo had been somewhat cooperative during the time that they had been alone and it was soothing for him just to spend time with Duo. They were on the last leg of the battle and it was just a guessing game to see what was going to trigger Duo's surrender. He didn't think that it was pleasure or the stubborn little thing would have been theirs from the beginning. But he wanted some now and he couldn't deny him it.
"Please... Master... " Duo whimpered.
J leaned over and grabbed Duo's cock with his claw, he knew that he might hurt Duo if he used it on him, but he didn't think that Duo cared right now he wanted to come so badly. Besides he had a use for his hand right now.
"Pet, give me your ass."
Duo turned as much as he could, and half screamed when J eased two dry fingers in his ass. He moaned when they found that spot in him and he fucked J's fingers even if it hurt, because that was why it felt so good, having that spot touched. His cock hurt too, the metal claw was too tight around him but it felt good as he jerked him off and he groaned as the pain in his ass gradually was turning into pure pleasure, by hitting the good spot back there every stroke and he loosened up.
"Fuck me, Master," Duo begged/babbled, "make me come, let me hurt this good again. Better... good... so good... fill me... " Just J's fingers were enough to feel good has they hit that spot in him. He fucked the fingers that were in his ass, wanting to feel J hit his special spot with every stroke, the pleasure overwhelming the pain of no lube. He thought that he'd never want one of them touching him their again after being fisted, but he had been wrong. He wanted his ass filled again.
J listened in to his pet beg for release in amusement, Duo-pet was becoming something that he hadn't even imagined in the early days of his training. How much had G tinkered with his brain during his training? He bought Pet to the edge a few more times, listening to him plead was wonderful. He was glad that Pet seemed to have recovered from O's fisting him or at least he was willing to have him touch them there. He had been worried that Pet was going have a very negative reaction to anyone touching him there afterwards. He fears had been groundless listening to the broken way the Pet begged for more as he fucked his hand.
"Please Master, can I come?" Duo asked, quivering on the edge of collapse. It was so good, so addicting to have someone inside him, either their fingers or their cock. He thought that he might not like it after the fisting thing, but he still wanted to be fucked by them, now that J had his fingers in him.
"You can come for me Pet," J told him, stoking his prostrate hard and fast until Duo screamed and came over his prosthetic claw He decided next time that he would have his claw up his pet's ass as Pet pleasured him with his mouth. He wiped off his hand in Duo Pet's hair, noting that in few more sessions, he was going to have to let Duo have a bath. They usually didn't clean him after a training session, to mark him as theirs and show him how dependent he was on their good will for the smallest things. He hadn't allowed Duo to clean up since he started this session a couple of days ago. He would let G clean him when they were going to start playing with him again.
Duo panted and looked up a J before he started licking his claw clean, "Thank you Master."
"You want to be fucked again?" J asked him.
Duo looked up and thought for a second, before slowly saying. "I... "
"You want it don't you? A cock filling you up?" J asked him. He wasn't going to ruin Duo be turning him back over to the others too soon.
Duo blushed. "It felt good, even if it hurt. I... "
J saw that Duo wouldn't or couldn't tell him what he wanted to know. But he had told him enough. "I think that it is time that we have the others playing with you again. I think that you needed to be fucked again, now that you healed up."
Duo hung his head, but didn't protest, so he knew that he had guessed correctly. Duo was a hedonist at heart, enjoy the pleasure and pain that the others had taught him about. He just had to admit that in his heart and his head so that he could be enjoyed fully by them and enjoy their play with him like he was meant to.
"Rest now pet, I want you rested before the next session. You were very pleasing for me, which is the reason I let you come," J told him as he poured water into his bowl.
Duo was looking a little thirsty; if he wasn't feeding him enough he should make sure that he was drinking all that he wanted. The minor problem that he had had was that Pet refused to ask them for anything, so he watched Duo very carefully to make sure that their little pet was still healthy and drinking enough fluids. Duo had learned that he wanted him to drink when he gave him water, but still was well behaved enough to ask for permission to drink when it was offered to him. Duo was almost the well-trained pet that they wanted.
"May I drink Master?" Duo asked, before even going near the bowl.
"Drink pet," J told him, wondering if Duo even was aware of what he was calling him or even what he was doing, which was waiting for permission to drink. Pet had started calling him Master when they had started this isolation session, even when he refused to follow his orders. He had been very well behaved after that little display of control that they had over him. Duo asked for anything now, for the smallest thing that he did to or for him and always thanked him for any attention that he paid Pet.
Licking his claw wasn't something that he asked him to do, but he enjoyed watching Pet's agile tongue clean it. He was very well behaved now after they showed him how much they could hurt him. They had stopped any further rebellion that he had with a small demonstration of their power over him. Since Duo at times, was almost incoherent from the lack of sleep, he had stopped the drugs completely. He wasn't getting more then thousand calories a day and he had just swallowed what was the first protein that he had been allowed to have since his capture weeks ago. He had lost some weight, but he wasn't worried about that, they could feed him up later when he was trained. Duo would be their obedient little treat in a matter of days at this rate. He was just sorry that he hadn't thought to map out the changes that had been happening in Duo's brain while they were training him. He was also sorry that this was the last day that the two of them were going to be alone together, because even when he was being stubborn and disobedient, he could tell that Duo was oddly enough enjoying this time with him too. Since Duo-Pet was healed up now and semi-docile, he decided that the others could go back to playing with him now.
Duo involuntarily shuddered when he felt J run his fingers over the bruises on his back from the last session that he had with H, checking to see if the man had really hurt him. That touch hurt a lot, but he knew enough now not to protest it. J would stop touching him if he thought that it was bothering him. He didn't mind that he was being touched actually, because J's little touches were nicer to him then anything else at times. Then he could pretend that someone actually cared enough to be nice to him without wanting to fuck him. He knew that he was getting off from J's hand or claw a lot more then J was from his mouth, so the old man wasn't after just sex with him, like the others. Those weren't the nice touches to him though, since he liked the nonsexual touches that he gave him when the old man watched him fall asleep or was just checking to see if he was okay after the others were through with him, like now.
"You should heal up in no time," J told him quietly.
"Yes Master," Duo murmured. It was true, because he healed very fast, much to the annoyance and the delight of H and O, the slap happy bastards. They were delighted that they got to hit him without worrying about breaking something too badly and annoyed because they had to 'mark' him so often because the marks kept fading so fast.
J stroked his head for a second, before lifting his head up to stare deeply into his eyes, noting that Duo wasn't as submissive as his tone would indicate, there was still something deep inside him that fought giving into to them, even as he leaned into his touch. That was confusing to him, because he didn't think that Pet would want to be touched after a being played with by O and H. "You are still struggling against us. A pity, I thought that we were making some progress, especially since you beg so prettily now to be used."
Duo jerked his head away and growled, "I'm strung out from the drugs or the lack of sleep. I couldn't tell you where I am half the time."
"I know, but you weren't 'strung out' sucking my cock last night. You'd make a fortune on Earth with a mouth that talented. You have a very agile tongue and you used it in all sorts of ways last night. Ways that pleased me immensely. You enjoyed most of it to, up until the time that I didn't let you come." J told him. Duo usually remembered to call all of them Master, except during these small temper tantrums. Then he forgot. It only happened with him and he was willing to overlook it because he enjoyed Duo arguing with him at times.
Duo flushed at the memory. He had licked the guy's balls and cock forever it seemed, turned on by the taste of his flesh and crying in frustration when he wasn't allowed to come after J finally came in his mouth. He went sleep bound on his back and with an aching groin, with no hope of relief. He was woken later by H rolling him over to beat him a flogger, and then O and H fucking him. The last time he had been ate something, it had been making him lick his cum off their fingers for his meal, before they chained him down and left him alone again until J woke him up again to check on how he was doing. He was hungry, tired and just wanted this nightmare to end.
"I thought that you'd be honest enough with yourself, no matter what you said to us," J told him. "You are enjoying us more and more when we have you. Do you know that we haven't shocked you in over a week? That there isn't a single controlled substance in your system and hasn't been for a while."
Duo's heart fell into his stomach. It hadn't been that long had it? He knew that he was being a coward because he tried not to piss of the perverts too much, but had he buckled that much? Was he that afraid of pain now? What was happening with him? He would have sworn that he was still fighting them and that he hadn't rolled over yet. When did they stop the drugs, he would have sworn that there was still something in the food, even if they were not shooting him up anymore.
J saw the dismay in Duo's eyes and smiled, "I thought that would shock you, pardon the pun. Your training session today with Master G will be to think carefully about everything that has happened to you in the last seven weeks."
"Seven weeks?" Duo blurted out. Shit it couldn't be that long! He had been here a month at the most, even with his time sense screwed from the lack of sleep and decent food. There was no way that he had been here this long. Not that it mattered, because no one was looking for him. He had to get out of here on his own, just like always he couldn't depend on anyone else to help him. They just haven't left him along long enough to do that. He was always watched, by either the Docs or by the weird robot things that scooted along and cleaned up the place. Hell he hadn't even been out of this room in all that time.
"A little longer actually Pet," G told him, as he came up behind the youth. "Kneel, Pet. I have something that I think that you might enjoy."
"You letting me go?" Duo asked sarcastically. He didn't think that would ever happen, but it didn't hurt to ask.
G slapped him on the ass and glared at him. "I just have begun to enjoy your tender little ass, boy and its not going anywhere." He was amused though. That let him ignore the fact that Duo was not as respectful as he should be. He was taking a page from J's book. He could let the little things slide, because he knew that soon, Duo would be their pet and Master would be in every phrase that he spoke.
"Pet, if we let you go, what would you do?" J asked softly before he sat down to observe whatever little teaching experience that G was going to put Duo through. He wanted Duo to be honest with himself about how hopeless his situation was. There wasn't anything better for him outside of their keeping and he should realize that. When he realized that he was going to stop resisting them. It might take a while because of his stubbornness, but he'd give in. They just had to take away his hope.
Duo thought for a moment and looked at J, ignoring G's fussing with his hair, so it wasn't in the way of what he wanted to do. "I don't know," he admitted at last.
"I thought so," J murmured and then smiled at him.
Duo flushed hotter and then quickly started looking at the floor like it was the most fascinating thing that he had ever saw. It sucked that he just told his chief jailor that he had no where else to go or hadn't even really thought beyond just getting the hell away from all of them. It sucked more that he just smiled at him like he was his proud father instead of his jailor, when he admitted that. J was really being mellow today if he was letting him skip all that Master crap.
G slapped his ass again and Duo started to pay more attention to him. G was peeved that he wasn't drooling with anticipation about what he was going to do to him. Duo usually paid attention to what the pervert was doing to him, since G was more into dominance games then pain like the other two scientists. G was wrapping rope around his body in an odd pattern, since he seemed to be on what Duo referred to as a 'freestyle bondage kick' They had a tendency to be very relaxing for him, which was not what G was aiming for or so he thought. It wasn't like any of them actually talked to him about what they were doing to his body. He was doll for them to play with and since he didn't have any say in what was happening to him, why bother to explain anything to him?
"This is called the Kuri," G explained to him. Actually Duo didn't know if G was talking to J or him or just wanted to hear the sound of his own voice. "It has been used in any number of interesting ways, throughout the centuries and I want to see you reactions to this binding. For someone that was so hyperactive at times, I didn't think that you would enjoy bondage."
Duo flushed. Okay, most people didn't think that bondage was relaxing, so he was a pervert too. Pain he was reacting to in a not so good, almost positive way that he hated, but there was something about that enforced stillness that he was enjoying too It was different from them chaining him down for the night, less humiliating somehow. Maybe it was that way to him because G hadn't upped the stakes yet, by fucking him when he was playing at being a pretzel.
G always used him with the others in their gang bangs or when he was washing him up, playing with him with some of the attachments that were on the shower. He thought that it was one of the side effects of coming from a colony where water was highly prized and playing with water was probably some sort of a turn on to the people that came from there. He knew that it was having that effect on him because he was enjoying the old perv washing him inside and out. All that water, endless amounts of it, was sensuous to both of them. Bath time was getting to be another fuck session for him, G filling his ass after he cleaned it out with any number of enemas that he was experimenting with.
He shifted a fraction to get a little more comfortable when G finished off the wrap by tying his hands behind his back. He felt his ankles bound to his upper thighs and then his torso and his legs bound together, with his head tucked between his knees. He didn't know how long he could stay like this, but for now he was comfortable.
"I am going to hood you also pet," G informed him. "Just something that will isolate you all the more. No noise or light. You will be able to breath through the air holes in the hood, so don't panic."
He tried to shrug to show that he didn't care and found out that he really couldn't move. The rope was soft, he was guessing a high grade silk by the feel and the strength of it, and he was firmly ensnared in it. G carefully fitted the hood over his head and made sure that he could breathe before he started to lace it up in back. From the smell Duo was guessing it was leather, but surprisingly comfortable as the light and sound was cut off. The last thing that he felt was J's claw stroking his back gently for a moment before he was left all alone. He thought that he was alone, for all he knew that two of them were watching him and beating each other off he was so cut off in this hood. He felt that was the only person in space and just listened to the silence that surrounded him.
Duo just floated in the darkness, totally divorced from his body and listened to the voices in his head discuss the situation that he was in. He knew that the lack of food and sleep had pushed him into this strange, surreal place as he listened to the voices debate about his future. He had felt this way a few times before, when G had tied him before into some odd position and then left him alone long enough to really start listening to the ghosts in his head, but this was beyond anything that he experienced before. He felt blissed out and very focused at the same time, so very small, but so very scattered too. He didn't even know how long he had been tied up, because he was just there. He had heard Sister Helen talk about saints and visions and he wondered if this was just one of those weird things that they had done to get those visions? Who knew? All he knew was that both sides of the argument/discussion/debate that he was listening to in his mind sounded good to him right now. The voices always told him to give in, but this was the first time that they actually talked to him about why he should, besides that it felt so good or so bad. Two of them rose above the others, who seemed content to let only them talk for once.
&You know that no one is going to rescue you. Maybe if you had bothered to keep in touch with the others, you might have had a chance of getting out of this. That is if they could be bothered to find you. They have lives and things to do, they weren't playing vagrant like you were. Why should they bother trying to find you?&
$Is it so bad, being a pet? No worries. No wants. No needs. Your world is shaped by your Masters' wishes. Is that so different from what the rest of your life has been? Have you ever made one decision that hasn't been because of outside forces in your life? Piloting. The Sweepers. Maxwell Church. Being an orphan.$
&You have given in. J told you as much before G got you into this setup. Just one little session of punishment and you rolled over! If OZ had thought of that when they had you, you would have sang like a bird, telling them anything that they wanted...after you stopped screaming from a hand in your ass.&
$Admit to yourself hat you like all that they are doing to you. The pain that isn't punishment. You love the feeling of someone possessing you and showing their ownership of you by filling you with their cock and marking you inside and out, marking you so that it shows that you belong to someone... at last. Sucking cock like it was candy, feeling the power that you have because you make him feel as good as they make you feel. You didn't have far to fall really, it just took a little push and you started to beg for a cock in you. Like a cat in heat you need to be fucked now. You want a cock in you ass if you got one in your mouth, while they are doing things to your body that a month ago would make you blush. You beg for the pain... to come... for them to hurt even you more then they have. The words fall off your tongue very easily now. Don't lie... you want the attention, knowing that someone else finally noticed that you existed even if it just to shove their cock in you or hit you. You felt so invisible before this, drifting like you did, its nice that anyone knows that you are alive.$
&Master J cares for you. He touches you and he's gentle. Remember how it felt, how good it was, better then the sex to have him sit by you while you fell asleep after the fisting? How nice it is that he cares about you to see that the others aren't going too far when they are playing with you. He's taught you so much and has been so patient with you. You know that you disappoint him when you're bad, he doesn't like hurting you. He talks to you. He wants to care for you, even when you're bad. Why make him sad by making him discipline you? Why fight what you already know, that he's the first person that been kind to you in while since... His kindness is what has brought you to this point and he comforts you in an odd way even if you don't want to admit it. He touches you all the time and you want more of that from him.&
$Do you want to give up the pleasure? What were you doing with your freedom? You were lonely, just drifting from place to place. Here you are useful. Here is pleasure... ecstasy... bliss. Can you say honestly to yourself that you don't want this? Every day with them is a test, an adventure, and a learning experience to see what your limits are. You're finding out that you have almost none. The pain/pleasure that they give you, will anyone else do that for you, without being disgusted with you asking for it, now that you know that you enjoy that pain and need it? They have expanded your narrow little world and showed you a universe filled with all sorts of possibilities. You have no limits here. They will show you everything that your body can experience when they use you and you celebrate that fact each time they fuck you! You haven't felt this free since you climbed into DeathScythe.$
&Why give up infinity to go back to the desolate existence that was Duo Maxwell? Be Pet and explore all the shades of euphoria that they have shown you! They control your pleasure. They control the pain... the bad pain of punishment and the good pain of the use of your body for their enjoyment, when they use their toys on you and their cocks to let you come because you like the pain that they have educated you with. What has freedom shown you? Loneliness? Despair? Love?&
$Learn the truth Pet. Learn that there are Masters and there are Pets. You are a pet, to be used and played with. Master J has shown you this. Master J cares enough to show you what you were meant to be. Show him what you have learned from him, that your pleasure and pain will be decided by him and the other Masters. That Master J and the others know that you are meant to be used and cherished by them because you are the submissive pet that they want. They will decide on your pleasure or your pain. You will beg for both from them and worship them because they give it to you; because you are Pet. Duo Maxwell is a sad, lonely killer. Pet is a treasure that they will care for, that they like, that they could love. Which do you want to be? Lonely or loved? Has anyone ever cared for you like Master J? He doesn't like Duo... the stubborn, stupid brat that he is. He wants Pet, he cares for Pet and you pleasure each other with your bodies. Be Pet fully and stop fighting them. It is useless struggle, since no one cares about you but your Masters. Duo had no one that cared about him or Duo would be free by now and you wouldn't be thinking about becoming Pet and talking to yourself like this. They control all of you now... your pleasure... your pain... your life. Just give in to that and you life would be wonderful. You would be cared for... pampered... loved. You want to be loved don't you? Duo isn't loved... Pet is loved and all Pet has to do for that love is to know one simple thing, you know that... don't you? Cast off the shackles of Duo and become Pet. Admit that you know that truth now... tell me what the truth is.
(My pleasure and my pain are for my Masters to decide.) Duo told the voices and himself, knowing that was the 'truth' that they were looking for. (My Masters are my entire Universe and I will to enjoy all that they do to me and for me. I will thank them for all that they do for me because I am a worthless pet that should be honored by the smallest attention that they pay to me.)
$That's right Pet. That wasn't hard to think about and it will be easier to say to them. They are your Masters because they cared enough to find you and rescue you from being lonely Duo. They showed you that they are the only people that worry about you. They take care of you and give you joy and a purpose. All that because you let them control you. Let that one phrase be your mantra, your guiding purpose and the main focus of your waking and sleeping thoughts. My pleasure and my pain are for my Masters to decide. That will be the basis for everything in you life from now on.$
&You will be loved and cared for because you have at last discovered the truth of your existence. You are Pet. They are your Masters. You are theirs to use in any way they desire because they cared enough to show you the truth. That truth is your pleasure and your pain is for your Masters to decide. You will never disappoint Master J if you follow this simple rule. They will never give you the bad pain because you will always know that this mantra is what guides you. No worries. No fears. No cares. A perfect existence. Endless pleasure in return for submitting to their attentions. You've enjoyed it haven't you? Don't lie... you like the 'good' pain. You are disappointed that Master G and Master J don't play with you like that. Just enjoy what they do to your body and they will care for you.&
The voices fell silent as Duo started to chant in his mind, 'My pleasure and my pain are for my Masters to decide... My pleasure and my pain are for my Masters to decide... My pleasure... ' He knew then that he was Pet and that Duo Maxwell would become nothing more then a faded memory for him because he wanted to be Pet. That Pet was who he really was deep inside himself, because the voices were right about what he wanted. He didn't want to be alone any more. He did enjoy the things that they were doing to his mind and his body. For the first time in his life he felt protected, even loved in an odd way by all of them and he didn't want to give that up. Duo had been a fool to not want the love that his Masters were showing him and as Pet he was better off without Duo and his stupidity about freedom.
Duo felt the mask being unlaced from his head and gently taken off him. He knew that it was Master G from the way that he felt. He wasn't surprised to realize that he could tell the difference between his four Masters by the way that they moved, by their touch and by their smell even. He blinked and was thankful that the light was dim, because he knew that he had been hooded for a long time and a brighter light would hurt him. His Masters were so considerate of his needs that they dimmed the lights when they unhooded him.
"And how are you Pet?" Master J asked softly. He was worried about Duo, he had been in the same position for hours and his entire body must be cramped. He had thought that G was pushing the boy's limits with some of the things that he subjected him to, but Duo didn't appear to be in any pain. Just the opposite in fact, Duo didn't even look this relaxed when he was asleep.
"I am fine, Master J," Duo told him, smiling serenely. He was. This session showed him the truth and he embraced it willingly now. He was a pet and they were his Masters. There was nothing else that mattered in the universe to him except for that fact.
J smiled at him as he looked deeply into Duo's eyes. He shouldn't think of their little one by that name any more because something had changed in Duo during that session. He didn't know what it was or how it happened, but the trigger that he had been waiting for had been tripped. Duo Maxwell was gone and Pet's psyche was firmly entrenched in the body that was before him. He saw the serenity in Pet's eyes and just knew that Pet had embraced his existence more fully then anyone could have expected. He felt a deep surge of pride that he had managed this project to a successful end and that such a beautiful creature was willing to be owned by him... by them, body and soul.
He awkwardly knelt down before Duo and then kissed him tenderly on the forehead. "I'm so glad," J whispered to him. If Duo accepted what was happening to him, there were going to be no more punishment sessions and he wouldn't have to hurt him anymore.
Duo smiled at him and repeated to his Masters the truth that his meditations had revealed to him to make them happy, "My pleasure and my pain are for my Masters to decide. I will be thankful for the smallest attention that you show me because I am your pet and you are my Masters."
G gaped at the change that had taken place in a few short hours. He knew that Duo got odd from the binding sessions, but he didn't believe that something like this would happen to him. If he didn't know better, he swore that the boy was high on some sort of drug. Whatever Duo had been holding onto to resist what they were doing to him was gone. He was pleased that it had been his technique that had changed the boy. Broken was a more accurate word, but he knew that Duo now would never become one of those cowering creatures that might have happened if they had continued with trying to control him with pain. Too bad the other two never realized that wouldn't work on Duo, since he had been trained to resist such torture techniques when he was a pilot. He started to unwind Duo from the ropes that he had put around him and made a mental note never to leave Duo-Pet alone like this again. What had changed in him during this little session could be undone the same way and he didn't want that to happen.
Duo turned to G, "Thank you Master G for showing me this wonderful truth by letting me think about what I needed. I am more grateful then you would know or understand."
"I know Pet. That is what Masters are for, to show you the error of your ways. You understand everything now, I hope," G told him as he finished coiling the rope.
"I understand that I am yours to use, Master G," Duo replied. "That any attention that you pay me is a reward. That Duo Maxwell was someone that was lonely and sad. It's much better that I am no longer him, that I am now Pet for you."
"Since you have reached a new level in your training, "J told him. "You will now get a reward."
"Thank you Master J," Duo murmured humbly. He didn't deserve whatever little luxury they were going to give him. His reward had been a new understanding of what he was meant to be, which was to be their pet.
J snapped the leash on Duo's collar and tugged at it to move him in the direction that he wanted him to go in "I think that now you understand what you are, you can sleep on a bed like a good pet. On this bed you can sleep comfortably. Good pets like you deserve beds and other treats, don't you agree?"
"I am grateful for whatever you give me, Masters. My needs and wants are what you tell me they are," Duo murmured.
"We want you to be comfortable," J told him, overjoyed that he was so tame now. "Sleeping on the floor and chained wasn't comfortable, but we had to do it to you, my stubborn little pet."
"I am sorry that I caused you trouble and made you punish me," Duo told him contritely. He was deeply ashamed that he had caused all the trouble for them before this. "I want to be a good... no perfect pet for all of you now."
"This is your new bed," J told him as he showed him the pile of sheepskins that he had gotten for Duo. He had read someplace that they would be more comfortable for him then a normal bed with all the welts that he had from the ownership 'marks' that H and O insisted on placing on him during their sessions with him. He was amazed at the change that had taken place in the younger man and was grateful that they had adjusted Duo into becoming Pet without breaking him.
Duo glanced up at him for permission and when J undid his leash he crawled onto the pile and squirmed around to make a comfortable spot for himself. "Thank you, Masters."
"It's too early to sleep Pet," G informed him.
Duo crawled off of his bed and then crouched at his feet waiting for his next order.
"Ass in the air, Pet. I want to use you," G told him.
Duo, leaned forward and raised his ass as high as he could and moaned in pleasure when he felt Master G's slick fingers loosening his muscles so that he could use him. He wiggled with delight as his fingers found the good spot in him and he involuntarily started to move back and forth, just wanting to enjoy Master G's cock in him.
"Relax Pet," Master G told him.
Duo stopped moving, just quivering in anticipation of his Master's cock, which was going to fill him like he needed to be filled. He whined when the fingers left him, then moaned as his Master just buried himself to balls in his body in one swift move. Master G grasped his hips and started thrusting in and out if him roughly, a little painful because of rough rhythm but it was good. He didn't know how long he was being used when he felt that he was going to come. "Master... " he whimpered, wanting to come but knowing that he couldn't even ask for that, it was up to his Master to decide. He could warn him though, so his Master could make that decision for him.
"Come Pet," G crooned at him. Pet deserved it, he had finally broken and he deserved his reward for that.
Duo threw back his head and screamed as he came, tightening convulsively around his Master so that he came with him.
G grunted and pulled out of Pet, panting a little. Sex with Pet was always good, but this had been wonderful because he had responded willing to his use of him. Pet was panting too, sweaty and all theirs and he wanted him again. If he were twenty years younger, Pet wouldn't be moving from this room for days. Right now though, he couldn't get it up again without trying he felt so drained. He really had to start taking the drugs that would make him keep it up longer so that he could play with their pet longer and more often.
"Lick up the mess that you made, Pet," G ordered him.
Duo started to slowly lick up his semen from the floor. He felt his Masters' eyes on him, and he tried to be graceful as he slowly cleaned the floor for them. When he was done, he felt Master J pat him on the head, "Good pet."
"Thank you Masters," Duo murmured. The caress had felt as good as his orgasm to him.
"Time for sleep now," Master J told him. "We are going to reward you some more after you sleep. You should show your other Masters what a good pet you've learned to be. We are going to show you all sorts of things"
Duo rubbed his head against Master J and then Master G before he curled up in his bed. "Good Night Masters," he said before he fell asleep. He was thrilled that Master J stayed with him until he dropped off, petting him while he feel asleep. #The voices were right; Pet is loved by them. Duo won't be missed by anyone, so he should just go away. Not the things that he knew, they might be useful for the Masters, just his personality.#
End Part 1
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