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The Doll	By : MiyAsuka Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2774 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Kazuki Takahashi does. This fic is written for entertainment purposes. I do not make money with it.

Chapter List
- 1-The Doll
- 1
The Doll

Warnings: M/M, BDSM, non-con, uke!Bakura

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!. Kazuki Takahashi does.

Pairing: Ryou/Bakura

Notes: I began writing this a long time ago. I guess I can say it's
my first hard lemon fic in English (though the first chapter doesn't
have much lemon content). I hope you'll enjoy it.

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For the very first time in his life, Bakura was scared.

He had never found
himself in this situation. Chains were restraining his body in a very
painful and embarrassing position, his body above the ground. Every
time he tried to move, he ended up swinging back and forth, making
the chains clink. A ball gag stopped any curse from leaving his
mouth. The blindfold prevented him from seeing anything. The fact he
was wearing clothes – not his own, though – wasn't easing
his fears any bit. Bakura had no idea how long it had been since he
woke up. It had seemed like a whole day.

A droplet of sweat ran
along the young man's temple. Yet, he felt cold. His whole body was
shivering. He couldn't remember how he got himself into this
situation. He remembered falling asleep during class but after
that... He woke up there. How did that happen? Why was it happening
to him?

Bakura's breath got
caught in his throat when he heard the sound of distant footsteps.
Would they announce his salvation or... his doom? Now, he could also
hear faint voices. Bakura struggled to understand what they were
saying.

"Where are you
bringing me Dad?"

"I can't tell you.
It would spoil the surprise."

Bakura could recognize
the second voice. It was Professor Inoue, his History teacher!
However, that knowledge frightened him. And a 'surprise'? What the
hell was the man talking about? The other voice, however, was totally
unknown to him. It sounded like the voice of a young male teenager.

A door opened –
the door leading to the room he was in! – he realized. He heard
two people enter the room. Please, let them be here to help me!

"Dad,
can I open my eyes now?"

"Yes,
Ryou."

A
gasp, followed by what horribly sounded like a squeal of delight.

"Happy
birthday Ryou."

"Oh
Dad! He's so pretty! Thank you!"

What
the hell was going on? Bakura's heart throbbed with fear. He couldn't
move. He was starting to hyperventilate and he couldn't do anything
to help it.

"Can
I touch him?"

No!
Bakura's mind screamed.

"Of
course. He's yours after all."

Footsteps
getting closer. A whimper escaped Bakura when he felt a small hand
caressing the inside of his left leg, starting from his tied ankle,
stroking along the whole limb and stopping at the rim of the shorts
he was wearing.

"I
love him already! He's so much prettier than the one you gave me last
year."

"I'm
glad you like your present Ryou. Treat him with care. It'd be a shame
to break another one."

"I'll
be careful!" The sing-song tone in the boy's voice chilled
Bakura to the core.

Bakura
started moving, his body swinging helplessly. The action made the boy
giggle and Bakura could actually feel his breath on his thighs.

"Well,
I'm leaving you to have fun with him Ryou. Call me if there's any
problem."

"Yes
Dad."

The
door soon closed, and Bakura was left alone with the boy named Ryou.

"I'm
so happy you're with me. We're going to have looooooots of fun!"

Bakura
shivered again. This way of talking like a child, with no hint of
teasing whatsoever, he definitely disliked it. The hand was back on
his leg, slowly stroking back and forth, getting increasingly closer
to his crotch.

Please don't...

As
if answering his plea, the hand was gone. Yet, Bakura didn't get the
time to feel relieved. A very warm and wet tongue was now licking his
thigh. Bakura threw his head back, half in surprise, half in disgust.

"Your
skin tastes good. And it's beautiful. It looks just like milk."
The tongue resumed licking, sliding a tiny bit under the shorts.
"Will you give me some of your milk?" Ryou put his hand on
Bakura's crotch, squeezing slightly. Bakura felt like cold water was
rushing through his veins. He started struggling. He felt dizzy. The
ball gag didn't allow him to breath correctly. Was he crying? His
blindfold felt wet.

"Bad
dolly!" Two fingers pinched the skin of his thigh. "Stay
still!" Wincing in pain, Bakura reluctantly obeyed. "You
have to be a good doll with me. Bad dolls aren't pretty."

Bakura
barely heard what Ryou was saying. His ears were buzzing. He didn't
even notice Ryou had moved until the blindfold came off. Bakura
didn't open his eyes at first. Gentle lips kissed one of his closed
eyelids.

"Open
your eyes."

Again,
Bakura did as he was told. The gag suppressed his gasp of surprise.
He was looking at a mirror image of himself, except Ryou looked much
younger.

"Ah!
Our eyes are the same color!" The boy smiled, looking so
innocent Bakura couldn't believe he was the one who had been licking
and fondling him earlier. "You're very beautiful." Ryou
gently stroked Bakura's face. "But you shouldn't cry."
Fingers stopped at the straps holding the rubber ball in place. "Do
you want me to remove it?" Bakura nodded weakly. Ryou kissed his
forehead and removed the constraining item. As soon it was done,
Bakura took deep gulps of air. His jaw felt numb and saliva started
dribbling out of his mouth. He desperately tried to find his voice
but it got stuck in his throat. All the while, Ryou kept stroking his
face almost lovingly, which Bakura found highly disturbing. Then,
suddenly, the boy's lips were on his. Bakura did the first thing that
came to his mind. He bit. Ryou yelped, his hand quickly raising in
the air and striking Bakura's face.

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Bakura was sure he heard his neck snap.

"Bad
dolly!" Ryou put his fingers on his own lips. "Wha..."
He gasped. "I... I'm bleeding!" He sounded hysteric. "No!
No blood!" He shrieked and started crying.

"Shut
up..." Bakura managed to croak.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
It seemed the kid's wails alerted someone for the door opened.

"What's
wrong Ryou?" This time, there
was no doubt about it. Ryou's father was indeed Bakura's History
teacher.

"Daaaaaaaaad!
The doll! The doll bit me!" Ryou rushed to his father. "I"m
bleeding!"

"He
did?" The man glanced quickly at Bakura before turning back his
attention on Ryou. "Show me. We'll need to get that
disinfected." He took his son by the hand and took the direction
of the door. "You shouldn't have removed the gag. You were being
too eager again."

"It
hurts Dad!"

They're not going to
leave me just like this, are they?
"Wait!" He called out, his voice hoarse. Ryou's father
stopped but kept his back turned to Bakura. "Can I know what the
fuck this is about? Let me go!"

The
man lead Ryou out of the room, closing the door behind them.

"Wait!
Come back here!" Bakura squirmed and soon got dizzy from swaying
back and forth helplessly. He let out a whine of despair. This
couldn't be. He had to be dreaming. This had to be a nightmare. This
just couldn't be happening to him.

Calm down. There
must be way out. He looked
around at his surroundings. He wasn't in a basement like he had first
thought. It looked like a huge bedroom with a four-posted king size
bed. Light poured through the windows but smoked glass panels
prevented him from seeing what was outside. He next paid attention to
the way he was clothed. Leather shorts that stopped low at his pelvis
and a pink latex tank top with two holes that leaved his nipples
bare.

Bakura
was being hung to the ceiling by four thick chains bound to his limbs
by metal cuffs. His heart sank low. There was no way he could escape.
He was also becoming worried about the reasons
he was being held captive. The bed and the revealing clothing
suggested sexual activities. But there was no way
he was becoming anybody's sex toy!

The
door opened. Bakura quickly turned his head to the side and winced.
His neck still hurt from the harsh slap he had received earlier.
"You!" he spat when he saw the person who entered the room.
It was his History teacher, he was carrying with him a plastic bottle
with some thick-looking water inside. "What the fuck's going
on?! Let me go! NOW!"

Professor
Inoue smirked. "Now, I think you're in no position to give me
orders."

"You
sick man!"

"Silence.
If you can't keep quiet on your own, I'll have no choice but to put
an end to your existence."

"You're
not serio-" Bakura stopped mid-sentence as he remembered
something he had heard earlier. 'Treat him with care. It'd
be a shame to break another one.'
Had somebody else suffered the same fate as his. Had they been...
killed?

"I'm
not happy with what you did to my son, Bakura. You're just as bad of
a student as you are of a doll."

Inoue
set the bottle on a dresser, opened a drawer and rummaged through it.
Bakura had a bad feeling about this.

"Bad
students have to be punished." Inoue finally found what he had
been looking for. He retrieved the bottle and got close to Bakura,
who turned pale when he noticed the funnel in his teacher's hand.
"Open your mouth." Bakura turned his head on the other
side. He should have expected what happened next. Inoue pinched his
nose. After a few seconds of struggle, Bakura gave up and opened his
mouth to breath. Inoue immediately put the tube inside and forced
Bakura to keep his jaw closed. Soon, the odd liquid was pouring
inside the funnel. Bakura tried to keep it from flooding his mouth by
pressing his tongue on the tip but it proved to be useless. He was
forced to swallow every last drop of the foul fluid.

Bakura's
teacher removed the funnel. The young male started coughing, feeling
like puking. "What... What's that?" he asked once he was
able to catch his breath.

"Just
a little something to make you feel more relaxed."

"Why...?
Why are doing this to me?"

"I
thought you'd please my son. That's all."

Bakura
wanted to answer back but he found himself unable to. His head felt
all fuzzy and the room was spinning around him. He drugged
me. That was his last rational
thought before he passed out.

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Notes: Hum... That was kinda disturbing. But I hope you liked it.
I'll try to post the next chapter as soon as possible. See you~!
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