#hellhead

“AHHH-!!”

The whip snapped across Yuma’s lower torso and a follow-up lash to his inner thigh cut his current shrieks off with another choked sob.

Yuma hung there in the ropes that suspended his arms and dangled him from the prison ceiling like a limp rag doll. The rookie detective’s small body was completely bare and covered from head to toe in bruises and welts from his frequent beatings. Whenever he would try to recover and shut his eyes, Director Yomi would see to it that a Peacekeeper would simply hit Yuma with a bucket of ice cold water and Yuma’s eyes would be forced open, red and blurry.

It had gone on for a month. At least, Yuma thought it was a month. Shinigami’s voice had faded from his mind after all the beatings and electric shocks. Yuma couldn’t remember much of anything anymore. The days dragged on with him suspended. Yomi would adjust him in different positions until he was now wrapped securely with the rope cutting lines of red into his pale flesh, keeping his legs spread so the world outside his cell could see all of his shame. His arms were secured behind him and his ass protruded into the air even with his legs split apart. Stuffed inside of his ass was a baton and a vibrator. Both were “gifts” from Director Yomi and he would activate the vibrator to rouse Yuma from the levels of unconsciousness and make him bite at his gag like a horny, needy animal.

Yuma Kokohead was reduced to a lowly toy.

As hours passed in silence one day, Yuma opened his eyes. New tear tracks washed away the old trails on his face. The vibrator lodged in his ass was spinning and humming, sending tremors of sensation throughout his suspended body. Yomi had fitted him with a ring gag and Yuma found his tongue lapping desperately at the metal placed in between his teeth.

Stimulation… he’d do anything for it.

He wanted to be desperate enough to scream, but will had been shattered a long time ago. He couldn’t even hear Shinigami anymore…nor any of his friends from the Nocturnal Detective Agency…and it was all his fault.

Yuma wanted to die, but Yomi made sure he kept living.

“You know… it’s almost sad…”

That devilish voice pricked Yuma’s ears, making him wince in turn as a gloved hand caressed his ass. “You lost me so much of my resources, but at the same time, showed me the weaknesses I had on staff at the Peacekeepers. I almost feel appreciative. Almost.” Yuma barely registered the words from the red head’s lips until he spat into Yuma’s ring gag. Yuma groaned, but his tongue shamefully ran through the spittle. Anything to ease the dryness in his mouth and the burning in his throat.

Yomi let out a snort, then lowered his eyes between Yuma’s legs. His hand rose to clench Yuma’s lilac locks and forced his eyes wide open. “You’re dripping on the floor, you fucking mutt. Did you piss yourself again?!”

Yuma held back the cry in his throat even as Yomi jerked his head forward. Worse even, the leftover gloved hand reached up to stroke Yuma’s half-hard cock. Tracing the veins beneath Yuma’s shaft, Yomi plugged his prisoner’s slit with his thumb.

“Wait… what’s this?” The redheaded dictator feigned concern. “Oh no…this isn’t piss… your cock getting hard.” He laughed, glancing down at the precum that dribbled onto his fingers. Without waiting for Yuma’s response, he jammed his two first fingers into Yuma’s mouth and savored the choking noises he received for pumping his fingers between the boy’s lips. “Taste yourself, you hole—!”

And Yuma did. Roughly, Yomi plunged his fingers to the back of his throat and Yuma could taste the salty, bitter taste of his arousal on his tongue.

“Did you actually get used to this?” Yomi clicked his tongue, watching Yuma suckle messily upon his fingers. “That’s a shame… we’ll really have to switch it up now…but then again…”

Yomi’s voice lowered dangerously. Every time he spoke, Yuma felt the evil and cruelty of his words wash through his body in waves. He moaned to his fingertips.

Was it true…? Had he really “adjusted” to this situation, this abuse, this hell?

Continuing to run his tongue along Yomi’s digits, Yuma couldn’t find the strength to even cry anymore. Maybe… he did adjust. Maybe he just wanted to please Yomi and make it end! His small voice whimpered in his throat pitifully. He sniffled and the panicked urges inside of him forced him to suck on Yomi’s fingers to prove himself.

Yomi raised an eyebrow. That wicked grin spread across his cheeks. It wasn’t like he was human. Instead, under the dim and miserable lighting of the cell, he appeared to be a demon who wore the flesh of a human as his mask. He let out a sick, delighted howl of laughter.

The baton and vibrators were shoved out of Yuma’s ass after Yomi’s fingers left his throat. Yomi ripped his gag off and tossed it aside. Yuma threw his head back as far as his bindings would allow and cried out. It was barely audible above Yomi’s amusement.

“A little shitstain like you is actually being honest for once, is that it?!” He let his hands clap down on Yuma’s naked ass and elicited another weak yelp from the detective. Then he gripped Yuma by his hair and leaned in to whisper,

“You really do want to be my little hole now, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

The answer was immediate and hollow. Broken. Yuma could feel Yomi’s smirk widened against the back of his neck. And… it wasn’t a lie. Yuma wanted to fall to the floor and weep, but he was strung up like an animal. He wanted to cry out for what he had lost. His friends, his partner, his memories, and his sanity. He didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter. He would sink…sink away into nothing and lose himself if it meant surviving. If it meant mercy…

If it meant he could be touched after these unending days of torture!

Two fingers slipped into Yuma’s puckered asshole and Yuma lost his mind in the sensation. A whine built in the back of his throat, but Yomi hissed and tightened the grip in his hair again.

“Shut the fuck up. You’ll take it and you’ll like it…”

Yuma nodded, holding back his sniffles. He bucked and wiggled his ass until he heard the light rap of Yomi’s trousers hitting the floor beneath him.

“But I get it. You want my cock instead, don’t you?” His eyes flashed over Yuma’s body as his pet’s ass contracted and squeezed over his digits.

“Y-yes—!” Yuma was cut off at the tugging of his hair.

“Louder, hole!!!” Yomi demanded. He spat on Yuma’s cheek.

“YES! I W-WANT YOUR COCK PLEASE—!”

Did… Did those words really leave Yuma’s lips? His mind was spinning.

And Yomi pulled his fingers out and let his cock replace them. Yuma’s eyes shot wide open. He was bigger than both the baton and toy he had been training Yuma with. It stretched and burned through his ass as Yomi drove inside of him. Inch after inch, Yuma took his meat and bucked and swung about in his bindings. The ropes cut into him but wouldn’t let up. Every searing thrust was going to throw him over the edge—

“Go ahead and come, hole!” Yomi hissed behind him, his own cock pulsing inside of Yuma’s tight ass. His grunts were low and husky, the force of his hips pinning inside of Yuma until he could go no further.

The command was so primal and sordid that Yuma had no choice but to obey. He cried out for all of Kanai Ward to hear him declare his sickening pleasure and painted the floor beneath him in a puddle of white. From behind, Yomi’s thrusts spread up and he pulled out at the last moment, spurting his seed up Yuma’s pale backside.

“Hfff…huff…heh…my little hole…” Yomi’s groans slipped Yuma back to his senses. He slid his slick cock between Yuma’s asscheeks and continued to grind up and down until he was certain his cock smeared the excess cum on his new pet.

After a few moments of rough breathing, there was a light click and the ropes holding Yuma slid off and let him collapse to the floor.

Yomi knelt down to the broken prisoner. All Yuma could make out was that grin as Yomi pushed his cock to his lips for him to clean.