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Bonds of Misery	By : ColdSilence Category: Kingdom Hearts > Crossovers Views: 787 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author: Cold Silence
E-Mail: writer.coldsilence@gmail.com
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts, Ai no Kusabi
Pairings: Multiple pairings all involving Sora. Given which fandoms are being crossed over, you might be able to guess why!
Warnings: Post DLC scenario. Non-Consensual / Rape situations, Underage Characters, child abuse. Very dark content, read at your own risk.
Special Note: I'm so excited to write this story. This will be my first foray into sci-fi content, as well as doing a canon-compliant crossover fic. Hopefully it doesn't take me ten years to finish it! Inspiration for this chapter came from an amazing AMV made by Tigrin - Otaku Lounge Productions. The music is "No Light" from Florence + The Machine. You can find this amazing work here: https://youtu.be/EC2xvgP8eFo?si=jMuB8dt8gersfUs4

Bonds of Misery
-Chapter Six; Pity-

At the pinnacle of the Eos Tower, there was a procession. Twelve men dressed in identical livery were making their way to a meeting area. Their broad chests were covered in large, silver breast plates from which broad, billowing sleeves hung down to the floor like the wings of a fallen angel. Their loose white robes whispered around ageless, god-like bodies that were held in perfect posture.
One by one, the elite of Tanagura gathered at a round table and sat in throne-like chairs. Their faces were a study in perfect symmetry; all were utterly handsome and aristocratic in their own way. Although they differed in countenance and coiffure - some had curls, others waves, braids or bone straight tresses - they all had one thing solidly in common:
They were all blondies.
Once they were settled in their chairs, the lights of the room dimmed and the table glowed a deep blue.
"I have called this meeting to discuss matters affecting Tanagura," said one of the blondies. He had a cold voice that didn't have a drop of emotion in it. His flaxen hair was and straight with bangs that hung down to his waist. It was in Iason's opinion that Aisha Rosen was being frostier than usual.
"On my recent diplomatic visit to the Commonwealth, I intercepted a communication regarding this ship." Aisha paused in his explanation to wave his hand over the table and pull up a three dimensional display. A strange spaceship came into view: It was colorful and blocky, and appeared to have a large claw curled around it like a long tail. The computer pointed out specs regarding the ship, indicating the location of its propulsion, weapons system and cockpit. The indicator that pointed to the claw had '?????' as its status.
An excited murmur went through the blondies.
"It can't be a war ship, it's too small."
"Why use such an odd color scheme?"
"What is that claw for?"
"It looks like a child's toy."
Aisha allowed them to speak among themselves for a few moments before continuing. "This ship was docked at the spaceport closest to the Elemina Jump Gate nearly a month and a half ago. It remained there for a few hours before returning the same way it came. We can presume that it was heading for the Commonwealth."
"We know exactly why the ship was there," added Raoul. "It dropped off a sinker named Sora, who breached Amoi's security protocol using a fake PAM device."
A three-dimensional image of Sora wearing his battle gear appeared next to the gummi ship. His biometric data was displayed, including his height, age, blood type and inferred IQ.
"He is only marginally smarter than a pet," commented one of the blondies. "Why would the Commonwealth send someone so unsuited to infiltrate Amoi?"
"It is a presumption that he came from the Commonwealth," answered Raoul with excitement. "My bio scans indicate that he spent a good portion of his formative years under the radiation a G-type star. We all know that no such inhabitable planet exists near that sort of star in our galaxy."
That sent another murmur through the gathered men.
"So we're dealing with a true alien," commented one of the blondies. "Of course Gideon would be absent on the day that we have the most exciting conversation. He will be disappointed that he missed it."
"That is his problem," said Aisha coolly. "Regarding Sora, the issue is his control. He arrived with an unknown weapon."
The heads-up display cleared and was replaced with a grainy video of Sora fighting in Neal Darts.
"Is that a key?" asked one of the blondies incredulously.
"He refers to it as a keyblade," explained Raoul. "He uses it primarily as a bludgeoning tool, but it seems capable of some sort of plasma energy disbursement. He is able to store and retrieve it from subspace. How he is doing this, we have no idea. And yes, we have tried doing a brain dump, but there seems to be some sort of failsafe that is capable of overwhelming our computers."
"We have interrogated him using other means," said Iason. "He claims that he is only here to free Amoi of the recent flood of mutants that are overcoming Ceres."
One of the blondies scoffed. "Why stop them? They are doing us a favor by ridding us of all those mongrels."
"It all sounds like a foolhardy plot by the Commonwealth that ended in utter failure," commented another blondie. "Why is this Sora still alive?"
"Tanagura would benefit tremendously if we reverse engineered the technology of this keyblade," said Raoul. "It seems to be a weapon that is intimately tied to the state of the user. Therefore, whoever controls Sora, controls the keyblade. So long as he is on the Pet Registry, Tanagura has its hands around his neck."
"That is risky," commented another blondie. "An untrained pet could cause embarrassment. Everyone knows about the fiasco that occurred at his debut. A pet that cannot perform is as good as trash. It reflects poorly on your reputation."
"What happened at the debut was not Sora's fault," said Iason smoothly. "The two that were supposed to facilitate his debut performed poorly. Their combined efforts couldn't coax the completion of a virgin. That is the bigger blight. As a result, those pets were disposed of."
"How very convenient," said one of the blondies sardonically. "You are always superb at finding those sorts of loopholes, Iason. I suppose you have had a lot of practice with your pet."
"We did not convene to discuss that," said Iason in dismissive tone. Then he said to Aisha, "You called this meeting because you received information regarding that ship."
"Yes," confirmed Aisha. "It was spotted at the Elemina Jump Gate a few hours ago. The ship is clearly trying to return to this sector. However, it was denied entry. I take it that the Black Market has something to do with this?"
"The administrator of the jump gate may have received a bribe," intoned Iason.
"As expected from the leader of the Syndicate," said Raoul with a touch of pride towards Iason.
"If it wants to reach our sector, it will have to take the long way," continued Aisha. "It appears to be a warp capable ship, but its speed is unknown."
"If Sora's compatriots arrive with keyblades of their own, then we will use him as a hostage," said Iason. "We will also blame him for breaking our laws and reaping the consequences. He is not the first unwanted visitor to sink to the depths of depravity upon setting foot in Amoi."
"We should interrogate him further regarding who and what is on that ship," said Aisha sternly.
"I disagree," said Iason. "He should not know that anyone is coming for him. We should not give him even the smallest inch of hope."
"How cruel," commented another blondie in a tone that was completely uncaring. "Should he be isolated from the other pets then?"
"We have gained a lot of information from his interactions with the other pets," said Raoul. "He is completely unaware that his every word and action is surveilled. Most of our information regarding his keyblade has come from spontaneous utterances. As you all have previously observed, he is no genius. And as far as your pets, you have nothing to worry about."
"And you are basing your information on...?" asked Aisha.
"Take a look at the data points yourself," said Raoul. He tapped the table, and several points of light spread across the room. A murmur went through the gathered men.
"As you can see for yourself," continued Raoul, "his presence soothes the other pets. One of the flaws of the breeding program is the mental degradation that occurs with their strict lifestyle. This may be the answer to developing exotic lines that have greater longevity. That is why I want to keep Sora alive for study."
As the other blondies discussed the issue, Iason gave the display a cold look. He wondered which of those glowing data points was Riki.

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Soraaaah!
Sowaaaaaa!
His team was calling him. He had to get up. If he didn't stand up now, then Xehanort would have his way. For the future of all the worlds, he had to open his eyes and push through the pain one last time. Just one more time.
Sora's eyes snapped open and his breath sucked in with a loud gasp. As soon as he came to consciousness, an intense wave of nausea made him retch. He didn't know where he was or what he was doing there. All he knew was that someone was holding his head over a bowl as he vomited.
This scene had been repeated several times in the last few hours. When the drugs that he took at the debut wore off, he suffered gut-wrenching symptoms of withdrawal. His entire body was shaking with painful convulsions.
Ray remained by his side the entire time. He kept Sora clean and swaddled him with heavy blankets. Anesthetic vapors were used to calm him down, and wet towels were draped on his forehead to break his fever. In this way, Sora cycled in and out of consciousness and agony.
Thankfully, it eventually got better. There came a time when he opened his eyes and there was no more illness. He slowly sat up from his egg-shaped bed and touched his aching face.
"Be careful," warned Ray. "There is still a bruise on your face." The furniture was sitting next to his bed. He was opening a small bottle that contained a gel-like substance.
"What happened to my face?" asked Sora.
"You fell on it when you passed out," explained Ray.
Sora tried to recall when he last passed out, and that brought a cascade of memories regarding what happened at the debut. His throat dried up and his jaw tightened in memory of the humiliation he endured. All those people had watched him, and even worse, he had thought of Riku and Kairi in that shameful way. He regretted that he took it out on the other pets who were just as caged as he was, whether they realized it or not.
Ray finished preparing the ointment for the bruising. Just as he was about to apply it, he paused. There were tears in the way. Sora had his head bowed as he silently cried.
"Sora," said Ray quietly, "You did nothing wrong. All pets are expected to perform. They are trained for that life since the moment that they are born. Any of them would have been proud to be on that stage to faithfully serve their master."
"But," murmured Sora between soft sobs, "it's such a sad life."
Ray was quiet a few moments, and then he lifted Sora's head up so he could apply the treatment to his face. "You may see it as a sad life, but it is still one that has its measure of pride. Don't look down at us with your tears."
Those words were quietly digested, and then Sora gave a shuddering exhalation. "Alright," he acquiesced. If he thought about it, he realized that he didn't want to live with anyone's pity either. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands. "Thanks for taking care of me."
"It is my duty," answered Ray solemnly. He gathered up the towels and salves that he had been using to nurse Sora back to health. When Sora saw all the things that he was carrying, he realized that his recuperation was probably a huge ordeal for the furniture too.
All the things that he had to endure made his heart feel heavy. Sora looked out of the panoramic windows at the city that sprawled below. The glass might as well have been a steel cage. He felt far removed from his original mission. Somehow, he had to figure out his next move, but right now it was all he could do to survive minute by minute, even breath by breath past his trauma.
Riku. Kairi. Wherever you are now, I really need you.

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Eventually the bruising on Sora's face faded away. He didn't know how long it took; the days blended together and he spent the majority of them being tired. Part of the problem was that he was scared to eat. He didn't know which Amuritas would be spiked with drugs that would make him crazy again.
Ray solved that problem by taking a sip of the drink first just to confirm it was safe. It became a new ritual to sample the liquid before passing it off to Sora. Thanks to his efforts, Sora's health improved and the marks on his face vanished.
To address his mental state, Ray released Sora into the pet salon and gave him strict instructions to exercise. He was given a sheet of paper that he had to fill up with stickers that he earned by using the work out machines. It reminded him of the good behavior stars that his mom used to give him whenever he had a nice day at school.
He hoped that he would run into Riki when he was in the salon, but the leader of Bison was nowhere to be found. Instead, he found himself in the company of pets that seemed to accept his company. Although he tried to get along with them, he found it hard to have decent conversations. As much as he hated to speak ill of other people, even he had to admit that pets were hopelessly ignorant.
They didn't know anything about anything. None of them had seen other worlds, they held petty grudges against each other for the most trivial things, and they didn't have the depth of understanding for complex feelings and empathy. Their lives were limited to how much sex they could have, their vanity and the pecking order regarding who was the best and most wanted out of all of them.
None of them could give Sora the comfort that he needed, and it made him think more and more of Riki. His friend was probably suffering in the same way, and he would give anything to make a connection to ease the load of hurt that was building up in his heart.
"Look at how big this dick is!"
In a corner of the gym, a crowd was forming around one of the pets. It was a boy with short, pinkish hair who was proudly letting his member hang out from the front of his spandex. Even in its flaccid state, it practically dangled to his knees. The others gathered around him with an air of excitement and awe.
Give me a break, Sora thought to himself. He always felt better after losing himself in a good workout, but the pets around him always managed to ruin it. The ones that came to the gym worked so hard to build up and maintain adonis-like physiques that would never see a single day of work. All those bulging muscles and not a single one of them even knew how to wipe their own butt when they went to the bathroom. They were all hamsters on a wheel who were running as fast as they could to get nowhere.
"Hey Sora!"
While Sora was stewing in his thoughts, he was approached by the guy with the long dick and his gaggle of followers. They were interrupting his use of the leg press machine, but he didn't want to show his annoyance over it. The last thing he needed was to be bothered by someone's petty grudge over perceived rudeness. So he stretched out his hips and knees to lock the machine out in an extended position to show that he was paying attention but was also ready to return to his exercise. "Yeah?" he answered warily.
"Taste it!" said the boy as he pulled his ridiculously long cock to Sora's face.
Unfortunately, the leg press positioned Sora so that he was supine on his back, so he was perfectly leveled with the other guy's hip. He quickly turned his head away from the member being waved at him. "Thanks, but ah.... I'm not allowed."
At least that was the truth. Ray always made it clear that he was forbidden from fornication with the other pets without permission, which was fine by him. Although the others had to follow the same rules, once they got to the salon they were all over each other in secret. It was as if they needed sex like they needed air.
The boy made a disappointed sound. "Not even a little nibble? They don't care what we do in the salon. But your master is a blondie, so it's harder for you isn't it. Everyone knows what happened to you at the debut. If you don't start cumming soon, you'll be traded off. I hope they pick me to be your next partner. I can make Lord Raoul happy when I show you how to gush."
Sora shuddered with revulsion. He didn't want to do it with this guy, and he hated that people's interest in him only related to the fact that his master was a blondie. "Guess it's just my loss," he said blandly.
"You're right," lamented the boy. "It's a terrible loss." He then walked away, and while doing so, hunched over a bit so he could start nibbling on his own cockhead as if it was a blankie to soothe him.
EWWWWWWWW! Sora was screaming in his head.
He decided that now was a good time to get out of the gym. Sora lowered the leg press and got up into a seated position. There was a soft whirr as a sticker came out of a slot on the leg press, as if he had just won a prize at an arcade. Sora took it so he could glue it onto his daily exercise sheet.
"I haven't seen old man Riki in a long time."
Sora perked up when he overhead that gossip. It was coming from some girls who were walking on the treadmill.
"They say that Lord Iason doesn't let him leave his room. He doesn't bring him to any soirees and no one I talked to has ever had sex with him."
"So what good is he then?"
"The rumor is that Lord Iason fucks him himself."
"No way! Who would spread that rumor? Are they crazy!"
Sora nearly said 'no way!' in unison. He couldn't imagine Iason being capable of anything close to that. However, he remembered the day that Riki had a breakdown in Midas, and an anxious knot formed in his stomach. For his friend to have such a visceral reaction upon seeing that blondie, that could mean...
What have I been doing all this time?
In his depressed state, he had lost sight of what was important. He was here to protect this world and its people as a keyblade wielder. What was he doing moping around and being bitter towards the other pets? It was a waste of time. He might as well be the one sucking his own dick.
Get it together, he said firmly to himself.
Even if he couldn't find the strength to help his situation, he had to be strong for others. That was something that he was always able to do. He decided then and there to bind his feelings together and stand up one more time. Donald and Goofy would be disappointed if he didn't.
When he next arrived at the apartment, Ray immediately noticed the change in him. Sora's shoulders were no longer slumped and his steps were lighter. There weren't any flinches or sighs as they went through their usual bathing and grooming routine. His eyes looked more focused.
After Sora was fed and put to bed that night, Ray retired to his room. He sat at his desk with his data pad to complete his daily journaling. It was his duty to transcribe every spoken word, act, bodily function and mental of Raoul's pets. Tonight, he made a special notation at the end of the report for Sora.
Spontaneous recovery of his baseline state.
He paused, as if he was uncertain about what he was going to do. Then he deleted that last line and revised it.
Recovery of his baseline state after overhearing conversation about Riki.

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Elisha became really annoying since Sora returned from his debut. She heckled him for being unable to perform and for not graduating from the Pet Academy, which was where all the best of the best pets were trained. Unfortunately for her, he couldn't care less. The functioning of his dick was his own business and a school for pets sounded like a horror that he never wanted to experience in this or any lifetime.
Thankfully, he didn't get to see her much. She went to soirees and was sometimes gone for days. When she returned, she was covered in scratches and hickies in places where they had no right to be. She often showed them off to Sora to prove how superior she was to him as a pet.
As much as he didn't care, his lack of experience grew to be problematic. He surmised this from the other pets who talked about how his debut went. The fact that he didn't enjoy the way he was assaulted was the issue. Apparently, this was a blemish on Raoul's reputation, which meant that a correction was coming soon.
Sora loathed to think of what that meant. He could be punished with pain or drugged to the point that he didn't know who was touching him again. The thought of being placed in that situation again made his skin crawl and his stomach turn. He was so desperate to avoid it that he even contemplated giving up his life. He thought he had the last time.
"Are you thinking about your debut?" asked Ray.
The furniture was tipped off by the fact that Sora was sitting with his legs closed and curled up against his chest. Ever since that day, he began taking that pose instead of sitting with the boyish sprawl that he initially preferred.
"I don't want to talk about it," Sora muttered into his knees.
"This is not something that you can continue to avoid," said Ray. "You have a duty as a pet, and the most fundamental rule is that you ejaculate."
Sora flinched and shook his head with a repulsed look. "That's gross. Why would anyone want to see that?"
"How else will they know that you are feeling pleasure?" explained Ray.
"Instead of looking at someone else, shouldn't they just try it for themselves?" countered Sora.
Ray paused in surprise. "You really don't know anything do you?"
"Yeah that's me. Stupid Sora. Worth half a pint most days," he muttered bitterly.
For a moment, Ray appeared as if there was something that he really wanted to say, but then his expression changed back to its usual neutral mask. "Lord Raoul will see to it that you begin functioning properly soon."
"That guy is so obsessed with his science stuff that I'll be an old man by the time he gets around it," said Sora.
Indeed, Raoul spent so much time away that Sora wondered if he had been forgotten. It left him to languish with nothing to do but stew in his emotions and relive that awful night. He thought that he was slowly going crazy in his mind.
Then one day, Raoul showed up.
He arrived on a day that Elisha was attending a soiree. When he strode into the apartment, he was greeted by his furniture with a bow and his pet prostrated himself on the ground. So much time had passed that Sora thought that what happened at the debut may have been forgotten.
"Ray, prepare Sora," said Raoul without preamble.
Sora's heart dropped to his stomach. Ray took him to the bathroom and removed the tight clothing he was wearing. He was given a studded collar with matching armlets, bracelets and anklets. A leash was attached to his throat.
"Place your hands behind your back," instructed Ray.
Reluctantly, Sora did as he was told. The adornments that he had been given became magnetized and sealed his forearms together. It surprised him so much that he let out a cry and struggled, only to find that he was completely immobilized.
"Calm down," said Ray seriously. "You knew this day was coming."
There was a fearful expression on Sora's face as he was led out of the bathroom. He was taken back to the living area, where Raoul was sitting on a couch with his head tilted against his hands. The blondie's green eyes were transfixed on his pet and followed his every move.
After placing Sora directly in front of the Raoul, Ray left momentarily to gather a tray of water and some towels. He placed these items on the floor and knelt down in front of them with his hands clasped in front of him and head bowed.
It was hard to assume the proper posture now that he was tied up, but Sora managed to touch his knees and head to the ground. He was shaking so hard that it was visible. If Raoul made him do those ugly things again, he was going to keep his promise to himself to end it. Now that he was face to face with that prospect, he felt an all encompassing fear that he was never going to see his friends in this life again.
"You should be flattered," said Raoul from his comfortable recline. "I spent a large amount of time studying you. I worked hard to divine what should be done with a pet that won't perform. I am sure you have spent the same amount of time thinking of what you should do. You may have even come to the conclusion that ending your own life may be necessary."
Sora flinched when Raoul spoke of what he had been thinking.
"As I thought," confirmed Raoul as he continued to stare. "You really are poor at keeping your secrets. Come here."
He gestured for his pet to come to him. Sora gingerly got to his feet and walked over to the couch. As soon as he was close enough, Raoul grasped the leash and used it to pull him onto his lap. The tug was hard enough to make him stumble and land stomach down across his master's legs. Without his arms to help, Sora found himself arching his back to keep his face from being smothered.
"Did you know that every time that I activate the D-ring, I have to use an intensity that would incapacitate most pets within the first sixty seconds," said Raoul once he settled Sora's legs onto the couch. He used the looped end of the leash to trace down his pet's bare spine. "This body of yours is very hardy. You must be used to pain. I can't fathom the things that you endured to have such a high constitution."
You have no idea, Sora wanted to say. However, as per the rules of engagement between pets and their masters, he didn't dare to speak unless he was invited. He didn't want to make whatever punishment he was about to receive worse than it already was.
"I concluded that punishment with a painful stimulus is not likely to hammer the lesson in. So we will be proceeding along different lines. Shall we begin the experiment?"
Raoul swept his finger over his ring, and instead of glowing amber, the jewel emitted a sharp, blue glow. Instantly, Sora felt a throb from the seat of his pelvis, and a wave of unbidden pleasure pulsed with it. He gasped at the sudden heat and intensity, and became mortified when his member began to gorge itself to fullness.
Sora squirmed in an attempt to escape, but the Blondie grasped his bound arms and pinned him in place. "I should have thought to use this capacity of the D-ring before, but it didn't occur to me because my pets are trained perfectly. I have never had to raise my hand and use ancillary techniques to get the response I want. Now it is time that you understand that your body is my property to do with as I please. Your sense of pain or pleasure is subject to my whim."
His words were summarily rejected by Sora. He didn't think that his body would do something so treacherous as to enjoy anything that was done to him by the blondie. Those thoughts shattered when Raoul used the looped end of his lead to whip his rump, and Sora instantly saw stars as the stinging pain became a molten feeling that made his abs contract and his cock twitch.
"Don't....!" he began to protest, unable to hold back his words anymore. Raoul interrupted him with a serious of spanks that tanned his buttocks a cherry red. With each strike, the hurt turned into waves of pleasure that twisted up his spine and pooled deep into his groin. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, but his mind went more and more blank with every hit until he thought he was going to go nuts.
"AAAH!" he ended up unable to hold back anymore. His voice rose up and his twitching turned into a mindless rutting against Raoul's legs. The sensations were rolling over him in ripples that kept cresting higher and higher, like a whistle that was gaining in pitch. "AH! AHHH! AAAAAAAAAA!"
Sora couldn't do anything as he felt all his innards tighten, and then he was gushing his ejaculate all over Raoul and the couch. His cheeks flushed a deep red to match the sexual cast that painted his back and chest. He couldn't believe that Raoul was the cause of this mess, and he felt angry and humiliated beyond belief.
The blondie turned Sora onto his back. He found himself at the center of a heated glare from his pet. If it were possible, Raoul would have spontaneously combusted from the sharpness of Sora's rage in that moment.
"Still defiant?" said Raoul with a sardonic look. He reached for Sora's member, which was still engorged to the brim. His pet made a strangled noise as he involuntarily bucked into that touch. "I am willing to compromise with you. It was my fault that I sent you to the debut unprepared. I take responsibility for that. At the advice of a dear friend, I will do things according to your preference and taste."
"Stop touching it!" complained Sora, who was completely out of touch with the conversation. Right now, his whole world was narrowed down to the way that Raoul was stroking his shaft with his gloved hands. He could hardly care what was being said to him. The pleasure was building up again, and the noises that came from his lips turned into keening sounds that ended in a shout when he started to cum again.
"I should have showed you how easy it is to do this from the beginning," said Raoul as he continued to toy with Sora's ripe cockhead. "This is your only expectation. No need to be embarrassed. If you are adverse to mating with other pets, then I will allow you to choose your own partner. Your preference will be honored. But be warned that if you do not select someone soon, then I will choose one for you, as is my right."
Raoul moved his hand lower to squeeze Sora's testicles in a tight grip, and his pet coughed and reared up again. Sora knew that he was supposed to feel pain and revulsion, but instead the sensations were opposite. His body was screaming at him to get more stimulus; to lose himself in those feelings and let it all go numb as he soiled himself. There was no ebbing to the powerful flow of unrelenting heat; his heart pounded and he was breathless.
"I have neglected you much too long. I will instruct you until you have learned well. Ray." Here, Raoul gestured for the furniture to approach. "Come to teach Sora what he must do from now on."
Wordlessly, Ray moved from the place where he had been kneeling to approach the couch. Sora was still thrashing aimlessly to try to rid himself of the feeling that was making his wet cock throb endlessly. Without any hesitation, the furniture leaned down and placed nearly the entirety of the pet's member into his mouth.
Sora started screaming.
"Ahhh, there is that F minor in E flat," said Raoul in appreciation. "I'm tempted to never share your voice. It can be our personal secret. Shared between you, I, and the furniture."
"I'll be good!" implored Sora. His mind and words went on complete autopilot as he offered up whatever it was that Raoul wanted to hear to make the torture stop. "I'll be a good pet! I'll do whatever you want!!!"
"A pet that wishes to end itself is of no use to me," said Raoul. "If I keep you in this state, eventually you will be so addicted to the endorphins that you will spend the rest of your days begging all the other pets in the salon to sate you."
"I won't do it! I promise!" sobbed Sora. Ray was relentless in his ministrations, and Sora's thighs tensed up as he was stabbed over and over by white hot bliss until he erupted again with a loud whimper. The furniture's mouth flooded with his cum, and he simply used the towel and water to wash it out before moving to continue.
"Good," said Raoul. "Even if you could do such a cowardly gesture, do not presume that I will let you throw your life away so easily. I'll regrow your organs and replace the ones you have damaged. I'll cryogenically freeze your brain and place it into a new body. I'll stitch you up with nanotechnology so advanced that no one would ever know that you have died and resurrected a thousand times." He used the leash to trace a line from Sora's neck down to his belly, as if to demonstrate how he would cut him up and put him together to face his horrific reality again.
"Raoul!" Sora turned his face into the blondie's side and buried it into his clothes. It was the only movement he could do to show that he was completely and utterly at his mercy. There were tears falling freely from his face, even as he continued to feel that terrible buildup digging its claws in. "Raoul please!!"
"No need to hide your face," Raoul answered. He clenched a handful of Sora's hair and tugged to make his pet show his expression to him. "This is our intimate time. So continue to plead to me, until I am satisfied."
That night, Sora begged until he completely blacked out.
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Sora was not the same after that occurance. His mind felt like it had short circuited. Life was a long, dull flatline that stretched out into infinity. He could no longer form thoughts in his head, and sometimes he just found himself drooling while staring off into space.
Raoul chuckled when he saw the mess that Sora had become the following day. "Take him to the pet clinic. And to think, the D-ring was being used at the lowest setting."
The furniture bowed until Raoul left the apartment, and then he dutifully fixed a lead onto the pet's collar and tugged until he managed to stand. Sora followed him like a lumbering zombie. His joints were stiff and his feet scissored too close together in a shuffling gait. There were several times where he almost fell but was saved by Ray's steadying hand on his shoulder.
When they arrived at the elevator, Ray used the biometric scanner to grant them entry. In response, the control panel display re-arranged itself to grant access to floors that were proprietary for furniture. This allowed them entry to where the pet clinic was located.
Upon arriving, they would find the place very busy. There were other furniture there paired with their pets, who were all moaning and groaning over their injuries. Some were complaining about being hit on the head after falling off a bed. One was clutching his crotch and crying about it being sprained again. There was a girl sobbing over a scratch mark on her face. Compared to all the others that were loudly declaring their woes, Sora was completely docile.
All of the clinicians were men with blue hair and white lab coats. One of them brought Ray and his pet to a sterile room that had a chair with stirrups and restraints. Ray helped Sora climb onto the seat and ensured that he was strapped in tightly at his hands and feet. He explained the situation to the physician that was assisting him while Sora stared at the white walls.
"I see. He is suffering from overstimulation from a D-ring," said the blue-haired man matter of fact. "There is a reason why they are rarely used. You should have brought him here sooner, it's obvious that his dopamine is dangerously low. He might be damaged beyond repair. I'll attempt to restore his neurotransmitter levels, but there is no guarantee that he will have normal brain function."
The man turned away from Ray and gathered two large needles. He walked over to Sora and moved his head to the side so that he could inject him at the base of his neck.
Walls were all that Sora could register. They had no beginning or end; no corners or bends. Just a blank canvas that folded all around him in a white caccoon.
"Sora?"
Someone came into slow focus. They were a spot of yellow that resolved itself into hair that spilled over delicate shoulders and the straps of a white dress. It was a girl. His eyes were drawn her, and his mind sluggishly worked to remember who she was.
"What are you doing here?" she said worriedly. The girl reached out for Sora's hands and held them tightly. "This is a place for lost memories. I'm the only one who should be able to see it."
When he felt her touch, a name finally came to his mind: Namine. He could feel warmth where their hands met, and he found himself clinging tightly.
"If you're here, that means that you're forgetting yourself," she said with an aggrieved expression. "Please don't. There are so many people who care for you. They are all looking for you, right now."
Sora could feel his numbness giving way to gentle heat that spread up his arms from the place where they held each other. It heated his iced nerves and defrosted his limbs. By degrees, he started to feel again.
"No matter what happens," continued Namine with determination. "We'll get through this together."
Together.
Sora piled on top of Donald, who climbed on top of Goofy, just so they could reach the top of a ledge.
Together!
The three of them skiing through walls of fire on Goofy's shield.
TOGETHER!
Their hands joined in a circle as they renewed their commitment to fight as one.
TOGETHER!!!
The trio holding the line against the full onslaught of Xehanort and the power of Kingdom Hearts.
Sora reared up with a gasp. His heart was pounding out of his chest and there was a ringing in his ears. His breathing was ragged as if he had just finished sprinting. If it weren't for the restraints holding him down, he would have come flying out of the chair. Ray and the clinician were so taken aback by his sudden movement that they reared away from the pet.
The blue-haired man had just administered the second needle to Sora's arm and was in the middle of placing the empty cylinder on the tray before the sudden awakening. "I didn't think that he would respond so quickly to the epinephrine," he said in surprise.
"Sora?" Ray tentatively stepped close to the pet and peered into his face. "Are you alright?"
Sora continued to heave. His heart felt like it was clawing out of his chest. He struggled against the restraints that held him down. "You," he answered with sheer loathing. "I can't believe you did that to me!!!"
At the sound of those words, Ray looked relieved.
"He will be more aggressive because of the medication," said the clinician. "Truthfully it's a miracle. I have never seen a pet make such a fast recovery after being abused by a D-ring. Normally they are so damaged afterwards that they have to be disposed of. I suppose I should have expected nothing less from one of Lord Raoul's possessions."
"Sora is exceptional," agreed Ray.
"Stop talking about me as if I'm not here!" yelled Sora. He fought his restraints with renewed vigor. "Let me go!"
With a frown, Ray used his remote. Sora immediately responded with a cry of pain.
"You need to handle this pet better," warned the blue haired man. "What good is boosting the production of his dopamine if you are just going to burn through the reserves with a D-ring."
"He'll calm down," assured Ray. "Just give him a moment."
The clinician nodded, and he left the room to give the furniture and his pet time to sort things out.
Sora could not get a hold of himself. He wanted to go on a rampage and throw everything that wasn't nailed down. If he could summon his keyblade, he would set the entire world on fire, starting with Raoul's hair. What he did to him was beyond the pale of all the dirty tricks that had ever been played on him in his entire life.
"Sora," said Ray in careful tones. "You were given something to help jumpstart your brain. It will make you feel angry."
"Right, because I have no reason to be angry!" spat Sora.
"You knew that a punishment was coming," reminded Ray. "Accept it for what it was. You are now settled with Lord Raoul."
"What he did... what you did," he seethed. "I'll never forgive you."
Ray's expression turned stoic. After a quiet moment, he said, "I am furniture. My duty is to obey Lord Raoul's every order and whim."
Sora clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. Then he remembered Darryl. He also identified as furniture, and they found him just before he was about to be brutally executed. That's when he fully realized that Ray was in the same predicament as him.
Furniture didn't need D-rings to be controlled; the blondies could destroy them at their discretion. Ray probably didn't want to do what he had done at Raoul's command. This realization made Sora's hands go lax, and his anger began to wane.
"We have to return to the apartment," said Ray.
Sora averted his gaze. "...I know."

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They never spoke about what happened that night, but things changed between Sora and Ray. There was virtually no friction left between them; only quiet acceptance of what their roles were in the twisted reality they currently shared. This made taking care of Sora a lot easier. When it was just the two of them alone in the apartment, the daily routines felt peaceful.
However, there was still the matter of finding Sora a partner. Raoul was true to his word; he gave Sora ample opportunity to chose someone of his liking. Every day, Ray made a list of eligible pets and presented his findings on a data pad; and each time, Sora would swipe left though a reel of candidates with an expression of complete and utter disinterest.
Ray was meticulous with his search. Sora was presented with the most elite pets, both male and female, with beautiful faces and bodies to die for. Since the alien writing on their profiles was impossible to understand, the furniture translated every word verbatim. The information that was provided was as expected: detailed biometrics on body to fat ratio, the specific size of breasts and penii, favorite sexual postures, specialties in fellatio or cunnilingus, how many times they could orgasm in an hour, fetishes, and et cetera.
Sora found them all about as attractive as pair of Goofy's sopping wet pants after trudging through the marshes of Corona, and it showed on the utterly vapid expression on his face.
Ray frowned at the fact that his efforts were leading them nowhere. "Sora. You have to pick someone, or Lord Raoul will choose for you. Please at least make an effort."
"Yeah, I know," said Sora with a long sigh. He closed his eyes and swiped again, and without looking, asked, "What does this one like to eat?"
"Eat?" repeated Ray with arched brows. "Why would you care about what a pet eats?"
"Because," answered Sora as he idly started swiping again, "I like to cook."
This gave Ray pause. He was used to pets whose talents were purely based on their sexual prowess. "You would cook for a pet that you like?"
"Doesn't have to be a pet. You know. Anyone I like."
"What else would you do with someone you like?" asked Ray. Perhaps he could use that information to narrow down the parameters for locating a mate for Sora. He held his fingers poised over his own data pad, ready to type.
"Well...." Sora put his pad down and leaned back on his palms. He looked upwards, as if he could see the things of which he spoke of. "We'd talk about lots of things. Other worlds, the people we met, the things we did. We'd laugh about funny stuff or be serious about what's important to us. Oh." His eyes got a little brighter. "And I'd travel with them. I'd take them swimming in the Carribean, or to walk the clouds of Olympus. I'd show them how to fly in Neverland or go snow boarding in Arendelle. We can ride on an air balloon and look out at the San Fransokyo bridge at night. Or go to the festival of laterns and see if they outnumber the stars..."
As Sora went on, eventually Ray stopped typing and simply stared at the pet. Although there was nothing special about being a world traveler, the other's words were painting a vibrant picture that drew him in like a moth to a warm flame. He could feel a beautiful song of adventure, wonder and invitation thrumming as deep as a heartbeat.
"--That's what I would do anyway," finished Sora.
Ray snapped out of his reverie. He looked down at his data pad and ran a cross reference using the new information that was given to him. What popped up were three of the oldest pets left in the registry. Two were due for disposal, and the third...
... Was Riki.
Without wasting a moment, that name was deleted from queue.
"Let's take a break," suggested Ray. "We will resume this at a later time."
"Good idea," agreed Sora. He was all too happy to set the issue aside.
Unfortunately, his grace period for choosing was very limited. Raoul arrived at the apartment not long after Sora recuperated from their last ordeal. Once again, the blondie summoned his pet to the bed chambers with his bindings, and Ray followed with the towels and water that were to be used for clean up.
Sora didn't know if it would be pain or unbearable pleasure waiting for him. As he laid his head against the ground in prostate position, he closed his eyes and reminded himself of two important things: That his friends were looking for him, and that he should never forget who he was.
"Ray tells me that despite giving you a handsome selection of pets, you have yet to make a choice," said Raoul. Once again, the blondie was languidly perched on his couch. His posture echoed that of the horrific night and silently stated how easily history could be repeated. "Speak freely. I want to know why you are making things so difficult for yourself."
Sora swallowed thickly before answering. He didn't dare to raise his head from the floor. "I don't know who to pick because I don't know what I like. I've never done any of the things the other pets do."
"That is a fair assessment," answered Raoul. "Perhaps we should remedy that. Ray can help you to explore the things that you like. You certainly enjoyed his mouth the other day."
Sora shook his head fiercely at that suggestion. "No - I'd rather find out for myself."
"I would like to see you try," said Raoul. "Very well. Show me." He nodded towards Ray. The furniture responded by using his data pad to control the restraints that welded Sora's arms behind his back. The magnets released, and the boy leaned up and spent a few moments to stroke some life back into his sore limbs.
"I do not indend to wait all night," interrupted Raoul. "I want to see you ejaculate on your own."
....Oh. Sora realized that the blondie wanted him to do it now. A red flush immediately tinged his cheeks. "Y-You want to see that?"
"I want to see all of it," confirmed Raoul. "I didn't approach you at that spaceport because you were ugly. Open your legs and show me how eager you are to learn."
Sora knew that he couldn't hesistate or he would be punished. He sat back on his bottom and stretched his legs out in front of him. They felt stiff and frozen, as if his own body was rebelling against shaming himself in front of the blondie.
"Wider, and bend your knees," instructed Raoul. "I will be amazed if you can get an erection through self-stimulation. I am certain that I drained you dry last time."
Sora could feel the heat of his embarrassment spreading to his ears. He fought his body's reticence and followed the other's instructions. He felt utterly exposed, and Raoul's eyes were burning him with their intensity. As much as he wanted to fight this, there were simply no avenues he could take. Either he would be tortured, or have his head blown off and his body ressurected in a sickening cycle of death and rebirth if the blondie was to be believed. The only recourse left after that was obedience.
If he wanted to be found and rescued, then he had to survive. That meant playing the dirty games that were asked of him. So he did his best to bite down his pride and wrapped one of his hands around his limp member. He felt utterly turned off as he tried to stroke himself to life, and it soon became evident that it was impossible to give the performance that the blondie was looking for. No matter how much he touched himself, he couldn't get hard.
"As I thought," said Raoul. "Perhaps you are damaged beyond repair."
"You could help me," suggested Sora. "With your ring." Even as he said this, he could feel his own dread. He knew that he was only inviting trouble, but if he didn't make himself useful to Raoul then even worse things could possibly happen.
"I suppose I could," agreed Raoul. With a smile, he stroked his ring with the opposite hand, and it began to hum with a bright blue color. The jewel on Sora's bracelet did the same, and it made him bite his lip against the strangled sound that came with the sudden jolt of pleasure. His member finally engorged itself with blood, and he wasted no time trying to stroke himself to completion.
It was his hope to finish quickly so the whole ordeal could be ended. He kept his head lowered so he didn't have to look at anybody and focused on his own climax. There was a buzzing feeling at the base of his spine, and he coaxed it to sweep under his seat and hum along his shaft with his fingers. His breathing deepened as he got lost in the sensation, until finally his seed started spilling out of him in a rush.
He never masturbated before, so he didn't know what it was supposed to be like. Although he achieved release, he felt fundamentally unsatisfied and bereft. It may have been due to Raoul's ring, which continued to glow and cause him to stay erect. Sora longed for it to be turned off so he could finally feel rested. Instead, the need for more stimulation kept his nerves alert and frayed.
"You have a tremendous constitution," said Raoul in an impressed tone. "Ray, bring me the water."
The furniture had been waiting quietly the entire time. If he felt bad for Sora's current predicament, he didn't show it. Instead, he obediently picked up the water and graciously brought it over to the blondie.
Raoul drank some of the liquid. Upon seeing this, Sora suddenly felt thirsty. He didn't realize how these activities would dehydrate him. The blondie held out the glass over the end of the couch, and then flipped it over to let all the liquid spill out to the floor. This action caused his pet's eyes to widen with alarm. The cup was then passed back to Ray.
"You are going to fill that cup tonight," said Raoul. "Tomorrow, it will be two cups. The following day will be three. This will be your motivation to find a partner soon. And if you get thirsty, you will just have to drink without a cup."
Ray placed the empty glass on the floor. Sora felt dizzy just looking at it. If he got too thirsty, he was going to have to lap up what was already on the ground.
"Begin," ordered Raoul.
Sora shuddered. He could tell from how he felt that the D-ring was on a lower setting than last time. It was going to take a lot of work to give Raoul what he wanted. Maybe the blondie would get tired of this soon. How much fun could it be to watch him humiliate himself like this? What did he ever do to deserve this? How long was he going to have to wait to be rescued?
Regardless, he had to endure. So he crawled over to where the glass waited and positioned himself over it. He got to work milking himself for his Master's pleasure.
It was a long, exhausting night. When Raoul was finally done with him, Ray cleaned him up and put him to bed. All throughout the process, Sora's eyes were lidded with tiredness, and he nodded off several times while being bathed. Upon finally reaching his egg-shaped bed, he passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He knew that the issue of selecting a partner wasn't going to go away, but he couldn't bring himself to choose another pet. As the nights wore on, Raoul demanded more. He changed Sora's diet so that he could keep up with the grueling regimen. Whatever he drank made his balls feel heavy and fat, so much that by the time he got his summons to the bed chamber he was relieved that he would get to unload.
The ring was used less and less, until the mere sight of Raoul made his shaft engorge. His body's betrayal stung as badly as the nightly humiliations he was put through.
Ray was silent as Sora went through this. When the pet first arrived to their apartment, he had been hard as metal in his convictions, but he got the impression that it had softened, and now Raoul was tempering it meticulously and relentlessly, until his pet was molded into the debauched shape that he wanted. The furniture believed that the person he knew was slipping away.
"You do not have to continue to do this," he said to Sora while he carefully bathed him. "Any pet would be honored to mate with one owned by a blondie. They enjoy your company and are willing."
"I can't," answered Sora dully. He stared up at the ceiling with a blank expression. "They're just kids. Even if they wanted it, it's because they don't know any better."
Ray stopped what he was doing. He couldn't believe that Sora was doing this to protect the other pets - an act that was completely useless in the grand scheme of things. Nothing he did could ever change their circumstances. How could he manage to be stubborn in the face of the torture that he faced every day? "It is useless. How can you even hope to continue to endure?" he questioned.
Sora closed his eyes. He seemed to be gathering his words from somewhere deep inside himself; from a place that was impossible for anyone to touch. "I have a friend whose body was stolen from him. The thief used it to do horrible things to a lot of people while he watched. He was stuck that way for years. But no matter what he saw or what his body had to do, no one could take his will. Raoul can do his worse to me. I know my heart will feel sick. But he's never going to take my will."
It was then that Ray realized that the Sora he knew was not lost; he was only hiding beneath the deeply plated armor that he had built around himself. All pets lacked inhibition and control of their bodies; they were mindless slaves to their desires. He never met one who had the capacity to compartmentalize the way that they lived their lives.
"What was his name?" ask Ray in a whisper.
Terra.
As Ray sat at his console to do his evening report, he repeated the name he was given over and over in his head. There was something about it that was like a rallying call of power and inevitability. If Sora had someone like that in his life, then it didn't matter if Tanagura hammered at him with all of its might. He would continue to resist, like a diamond that refused to bend.
The furniture hovered his hands over the holographic keyboard to transcribe the conversation that he had with the pet. After a pause, he began to type.
Sora was docile during his bath. He complains that the other pets are too young to choose from.
The rest, he kept to himself.

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On the nights that Raoul wasn't there, Sora's member was caged up with a chastity device that made it impossible to self-stimulate. At first, he was amused that they felt that they had to chain up his dick; as if it was going to start barking at the neighbors if they left it alone. However, as time wore on and his balls felt heavier and heavier, he realized that it was just the blondie's way of ensuring that his pet thought only of him while he was gone.
It worked. His mind became overwhelmed with the need to do something about the ache in his groin. Raoul was the only one that would allow him to orgasm and he thought of this obsessively. Tension flooded his body as he waited impatiently for his master's return, and he found himself circling the entrance of the apartment like a lonely puppy. Any sound that so much as hinted at the front door opening alerted him completely.
"Hee hee! Sora's thingie is being punished!" teased Elisha. She was currently recovering from her last soiree, so she was kept in the apartment as well. Her body was covered in bandages from the latest trysts that she had been sent to perform.
Every time Sora looked at her in her sorry state, he felt pity. However, even though he didn't have any bruises of his own, he thought that he wasn't better off. "You are supposed to be resting," he reminded her.
"I'm bored," she said as she flopped on the floor. "Why won't Lord Raoul let me play with you too? He keeps you all to himself, but you're so boring. All you do is play with your dick."
Sora's face turned pink when he realized that Elisha had been listening in to his sessions with Raoul. Despite this, he walked over to where she was and sat on the floor next to her. "I'm sorry that you're bored. I'll keep you company."
Elisha crawled on top of Sora's body. She rested her ample breasts on his stomach and looked up at him with huge, light brown eyes. "Will you play with my pussy?" she asked excitedly.
Sora wondered if he should have just ignored her. His crotch was throbbing and she wasn't helping with her advances. Still, he knew what the boredom was doing to the both of them. The silence of the apartment only served to heighten their thoughts of the things that ruled their lives. "Actually, I just want to talk."
"Talk about what?" she asked as she kicked her legs.
"About my parents. My home."
Elisha didn't know what parents were, so he had to explain. She didn't have any concept of platonic friendship, so he gave her his memories of Riku and Kairi. He described the beautiful world of Destiny Islands with its natural beaches and forests, and the sounds that it made at night when the ocean sang with the night creatures. Sora told her about the stars and how their light could be traced to the other worlds and the people within them.
There was no telling how much she was able to understand with her limited intelligence. However, she listened quietly, raptly, until she fell asleep on his chest.
Eventually, Ray brought them to the pet salon and left them to their own devices. Sora was immediately teased over his cock cage, which was put on full display outside of his tight shorts. As embarrassing as it was, he was thankful that it was also a clear indicator that he was off limits. When the other pets started clamoring to form circle jerks and tasting parties, Sora was happily left out of their shenanigans. Even though his dick throbbed to be touched, it was better to be alone than participate in debasing himself like the others.
"I can still play with your hole," offered the pink-haired boy with the long penis. "You must be all pent up."
By now, Sora was so used to the casual vulgarity of the other pets that he barely flinched anymore. Besides, he could see that they were being friendly in their own weird way. "Thanks, but it would just get me in trouble," he answered easily.
Despite this, Sora wished that there was something that he could do with the other pets to take his mind off his constant state of arousal. He thought that if he didn't do something soon, then he might completely lose his inhibition and find himself lining up for one of those masturbation gatherings.
Then an idea popped into his head. "Hey, do you know where I can find a ball?" he asked. "A real ball, not like the two that you have down there." When the pet looked at him blankly, he continued. "Something round. Like this."
He made a circle with his hands. The pet squinted in thought and then brightened up. "I can get a ball! Wait here."
Sora wasn't sure if the guy completely understood. A few minutes later, the pet returned with a silver, egg shaped ball in his hand.
"Like this?" asked the pet as he presented his prize.
"Yeah, I guess it's better than nothing," said Sora as he took it into his palm. "Now stand over there - near that bench."
When the pet did as he was told, Sora reared his hand back and threw the ball. "Catch!" he yelled over to him.
Unfortunately, the pet just let the silver projectile go flying past him.
"No no no," said Sora with a press of his hand to his head. "Pick it up and throw it to me. I'll show you how to catch."
The pet had a non-plussed expression on his face as he scooped up the ball from the ground. He looked at it, then at Sora, and tried to throw.
It didn't have a lot of force, which left Sora to dive for it. He just managed to cup it in his palms after a wild slide on the ground. "Ok," he said as he got to his feet. "Now you try to catch."
Once again, he chucked the ball over, and this time, the pet managed to keep it from sliding out of his hands. Upon realizing that it was in his palm, he smiled beatifically. "I did it! I catched it!"
"Great," said Sora with a grin. "Now throw it here."
Little by little, he was able to improve the way that that the pet was catching and throwing the ball. Soon, they were both dipping from side to side, running and jumping as part of the game. The others became drawn to what they were doing, and they formed a group that joined in. They filled the salon with laughter and gleeful shouting, and the sounds reminded Sora of the days when he used to hang out on the beach with Tidus, Selphie and Wakka.
"Where did you get this thing anyway?" asked Sora as he threw the silver orb to the next person.
"From a pussy!" answered the pink-haired pet with a grin. "Sometimes they have lots of balls."
The next time that the toy was tossed in Sora's direction, he purposely missed it. "Erhm. I have to tap out, I'm supposed to go back with Elisha."
That made the other pets unhappy, but Sora really didn't want to touch that thing anymore and badly wanted a bath. At least he felt a lot better; moving around and socializing with the pets on a level that wasn't sexual had helped his frayed nerves tremendously. He went looking for Elisha and hoped that he wouldn't find her doing something weird with someone else.
Instead, he found her sitting alone in the grass, which was unusual. She had picked a large, coral-colored flower that had a stalk as long as her forearm and a large face. It was being held tenderly in her hands as she hummed.
"What are you doing?" asked Sora curiously as he approached.
"I'm helping the baby sleep," answered Elisha.
Sora froze in his tracks. He had never seen her act like this before. Up until this point, none of the pets ever showed an inkling of imagination. "You know that's not really a baby, right?"
"I know that. But I want one!" Elisha turned to face Sora with an open look. "I want to be a mom, like the one in your story. I want to have lots of babies!"
The shock of what she just said made Sora take a step back. Elisha had never wanted anything for herself that didn't involve sex. "Uhm... is that something Raoul will let you do?"
"Master Raoul," she corrected him. "And I talked with the old pets, and I learned that if I'm really really really good and pretty, that I can have seed rights," she added with excitement. "I'll stop being a pet and I can be mom to a lot of babies. Sora, you should get seed rights too. Then we can make babies together."
Her words made something visceral in his body pulse so hard, that it practically forced the words out of his mouth:
"Kairi is the only one who is going to have my kids."
As soon as he said it, his world filled with shock. He didn't know where that sentiment came from, but it seemed to erupt from him like an unstoppable volcano. When did he even decide this?
Elisha gave Sora a poisonous look as she stood up from the ground. "I am ten times prettier than her! My breasts are big and my butt is bouncy! I should be the one to have the babies!" She shoved the flower at Sora's chest and stormed away. "I'll ask Master Raoul myself!"
Sora caught the flower against him with a stunned expression. He couldn't believe that Elisha got so angry over something like this. As she walked off, he looked at the colored petals and was strongly reminded of his friend.
I wonder what she would have said if she heard me just now.
His relationship with Kairi had flourished after he returned from the Final World. Since he got back, she made it a priority to pull him into the new circle of wielders that survived the keyblade war. She always had a way of helping him to deepen his connection with others, and in turn, he wanted to protect her with all his might.
Sorry Elisha, he thought to himself. You'll never hold a candle to Kairi.
It was time to return to the apartment. Sora went to the elevators, where he found Ray and Elisha waiting for him. The girl appeared to be berating the furniture, and the other pets were joining in on the harassment.
"I want to talk to Master Raoul," Elisha demanded of Ray. "I have to have seed rights!"
"That is not a conversation that you should ever have with him," warned Ray. "Pets don't get to choose if they get seed rights."
"I am the best pet!" said Elisha with a stomp of her foot. "Master Raoul says so all the time. I come from the academy. I am better than stupid Sora. I'm not like you. Someone with no dingy is worse than dirt!"
"Yeah!" added one of the other pets. "Not a man or a woman, just a walking ass!"
"That's enough," interrupted Sora. He got between Ray and the other pets by standing in front of the furniture. "You guys are keeping him from taking us back. Our Master won't like that."
The pets looked like they wanted to hassle Ray more, but the thought of getting on the wrong side of a blondie gave them pause. Instead, they simply jeered as the furniture placed leads on his wards. Sora noticed that the hands leashing him were shaking.
Eventually they returned to the apartment. As soon as they were freed, Elisha flounced to her bed and Sora was led to the bathroom to take his bath. Per their usual routine, Ray filled a tub with warm, bubbling water and aromatic soap. The pet was left to soak while the furniture washed his hair.
As Ray worked, Sora couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"
"The words of pets have no meaning," answered Ray as he continued to rub the other's scalp.
"Still, it's okay to stand up for yourself," continued Sora. "Those guys are actually a bunch of wimps. They couldn't fight if their life depended on it. I would have had your back."
Ray finished Sora's hair and swept his hands down the plane of the pet's strong shoulders. His eyes closed to half mast as he felt the other's skin. "There is no need. My only concern is maintaining Lord Raoul's affairs."
"Yeah yeah," muttered Sora. "I just hate bullies."
They spent a lot of time in the bathroom. So much that when Ray was done washing, drying, grooming the pet's hair and filing his nails, Raoul had come home. When the furniture realized that he had not been at the door to greet the Master, he bowed low to the ground and apologized deeply. Sora likewise put himself on the floor and begged for forgiveness, even though his only transgression was doing what he was told.
Raoul gave the two of them a cool look. "Ray. Elisha needs her bath. When you are done, take her to the lab."
Ray's entire body twitched at the order. "Yes Lord Raoul," he said quietly. Without hesitating, he went to gather his pet and urge her to get washed.
Sora wondered if Elisha had spoken to Raoul while they were busy. All he could do was listen to the things happening around him while he kept his forehead pressed to the ground. There were footsteps leading to the bathroom - that had to have been Ray and Elisha - which meant that he was alone in the room with the blondie.
Normally the furniture was always there to bear witness to the things that happened between himself and Raoul, so to be utterly alone now was highly unusual. He could hear the heavy footsteps of his Master walking closer and closer, and it sent his anxiety higher and higher. The sound stopped when the blondie was standing in front of him.
"Sora."
Now that Raoul's attention was solely on him, Sora felt a throb in his pelvis. After being washed up, Ray left him ready with nothing on but the hardware around his cock and limbs. His caged genitals were growing and pushing painfully against their restraints. He hated the pavlovian response that he had towards the blondie, and the fact that he couldn't hide it.
"There's something you want from me, isn't there."
Sora's fingers curled just shy of making a fist. Raoul's voice was calling to the primal part of himself that he found unable to control. He was aching and twitching without so much as a touch to stimulate it.
"Say it," urged Raoul.
"...I..." murmured Sora. By now, his thoughts were getting dizzy with the hope of release. Raoul put him in this condition and he was his only way out. They were only words, but saying them somehow hurt him more than any torture that the blondie put him through. "....I want to cum."
A smile curled Raoul's lips at the pet's admission. "Shall we then?"
Raoul led the way to the bedroom. Sora got to his feet more eagerly than he wanted. He was completely tunnel-visioned as he followed in hopes of finally being released from his cage. If it weren't for Ray's meticulous training, he might have shamelessly begged for it. Instead, he kneeled down at the foot of the massive bed to await his orders.
To his astonishment Raoul started undressing. The blondie removed the massive shoulder pads that he was wearing and stepped out of his boots. His pants and gloves were doffed and folded neatly. When he was done, he was left in a Grecian robe that draped over strong, sculpted legs and left his toned arms bare. His long, wavy hair reached past his waist like a golden cape.
Sora was so shocked that he was openly staring. Usually Raoul kept all his clothing on during their sessions.
"I hope that you are not looking at me that way because you have given up on choosing a mate," said Raoul. "Even if you were an academy born pet, I would not touch you in that way."
"Sorry," said Sora as he immediately cast his eyes down. It was hard to resist the urge to squirm to try to give his member more friction. He wondered if Raoul was purposely dragging things out.
The blondie stretched out on the plush bed in comfortable repose. "I have given you ample time to explore your options regarding choosing a mate. You have also met and spoken to other pets in the salon. By now, you should be able to tell me at least one thing that is to your taste."
Sora's lips pressed tightly together. When he thought of what he wanted in a partner, especially in his current situation, there was only one thing that came to mind. "Actually, there is something that I really want." He inhaled deeply as he prepared to say it. The blondie was obviously going to judge his choice. "I want someone who gives really good hugs."
"You're joking," said Raoul with a touch of amusement and annoyance.
However, Sora was being truthful. He wanted a nice, warm, caring hug right now. The kind that Kairi, Winnie the Pooh or Goofy were great at giving. If there was a pet out there that could do that, he would find that person hard to resist. "I'm not," he said honestly. "Hugs can be amazing."
"I don't believe it," scoffed Raoul.
"I could show you," offered Sora.
Raoul narrowed his green eyes at the offer. "Is this some paultry effort at seduction?"
Sora shook his head in the negative and said plainly, "No. I just want to cum. I'm dying here, thanks to you."
It wasn't his intention to entice Raoul. Rather, he wanted to get close to him so he would take the chastity device off. Since Ray wasn't here, then the blondie was the only one who could do it.
To his surprise, Raoul said, "Proceed."
He was never allowed to touch the blondie before, not that he wanted to. Nor did his master ever put his hands on him. All of that was taken care of by the furniture. To be invited now felt like it would come with a catch.
Sora climbed onto the bed and crawled over to the blondie. He could feel Raoul staring holes into his naked body. His cheeks flushed as he tentatively looped his arms around his master in an embrace.
Raoul didn't return the hug. Instead, he stared at the top of Sora's head with an air of intrigue. The invitation was only an experiment to see if the pet would actually hug him or try to strangle him. It gave him a sense of satisfaction to see the off-worlder settle into his new role so profoundly. "We don't keep data bases of which pets have mastered the art of embracing. It would be difficult to quantify such a skill."
"You're missing out then. A good hug can change your whole day," said Sora.
"Something so powerful should be monitored closely," murmured Raoul. He found himself enjoying this conversation. His pet amused him and surprised him with his resiliency. Even when he was taking time to drag him down to depravity, Sora's reactions held a quality that he couldn't quite place. It was something that he saw in him when they met at the spaceport, and he still couldn't narrow down the elusive allele or pheromone or DNA sequence that made this boy draw in everyone who was around him.
"Raoul," pleaded Sora in an aching way. His voice was becoming infected with the need to hurry things along.
"Has the furniture not told you how to say my name in the proper way?" answered the blondie with quiet sharpness.
"I'm sorry," said Sora regretfully. The last thing he wanted was to induce a bad mood. "It's because you introduced yourself that way first. I thought we were friends."
"You could not embrace me like this if we were mere friends," stated Raoul. "Nor could you experience the pleasure that I allow you to have."
Sora couldn't understand what he meant by that. If Raoul wanted hugs or sex, he probably could have gotten those things without coercion just like everyone else. Why was he making it seem like owning him only way it could be done? Was the blondie putting him through torture for the sake of getting closer to him?
Was this intimacy?
He lifted his head from Raoul's shoulder and met his green eyes. There was a bold stare between the two of them.
"You didn't have to do things like this," said Sora. "If you wanted to be more than friends, you could have tried like everyone else--"
"Someone like you does not capture easy," interrupted Raoul. He reached for Sora's hair and grasped a fistful of it to punish him for acting out of line. His pet yelped in pain as he continued, "Courtship games are beneath me. I am a Tanagura elite. Everything that steps foot in this world must bow to me as part of the world order. Nothing you say will change that."
Tears pooled in Sora's eyes as Raoul tugged on his hair. His embrace loosened as his head was pulled into extension. He knew better than to try to fight it; he simply endured with a clench of his teeth. Silently, he lamented how foolish he was to try to talk sense to the blondie. All because he thought he sensed a soft spot in him.
"What was that ruckus that you caused in the salon today?" questioned Raoul. He released Sora's hair and pivoted the conversation. Perhaps there was some power in that hug after all, because he was acting unusually generous.
Sora sighed in relief when he was freed. He flopped his head back down and kept his gaze lowered. "The pets were picking on Ray," he explained. "They were saying mean things because he doesn't mess around like they do. I don't think it's right."
"Trivial nonsense," dismissed Raoul. "There is no scandal there. The pets are speaking the truth."
"They treat him like he's a thing just because he's not allowed to do things with them," protested Sora.
"Of course not. He is a eunich," informed Raoul. At Sora's confused expression, he explained further. "His genitals have been removed."
"W-what?" said Sora in utter shock.
"Pets need a large amount of care. They are also nymphomaniacs of the highest degree. It would be problematic if furniture confused their duties for something more intimate because of their nature. Without castration, there would be more cases of disobedience and subversion."
Sora was floored that the blondies were willing to go that far to uphold their world order. To remove a boy's parts and make him live like that forever - even he could see that as a tragic fate. It meant not being able to have kids, or to pee straight, or have normal relations with other people or even themselves. All so they could be the perfect butler.
"It makes you appreciate this part more, does it not?" asked Raoul. He stroked the metal that covered Sora's member, causing the boy to flinch in distress. "Shall we remove it?"
He was answered with a quick nod. It couldn't be taken off fast enough.
Raoul responded by reaching for the cage. It reacted to his touch by retracting and releasing the trapped member. The freedom was welcomed by an erotic grunt that erupted from Sora's lips. His cockhead was liberally drooling with fluid, and the rest of him finished engorging now that he was free of the restraint. The dull ache that he had been feeling tipped over to a sharp pleasure that had him immediately reaching for his crotch.
However, before he could get there, Raoul grasped both of his wrists. "Not like that," he said bluntly. "I'm still waiting for you to change my day." He brought Sora's arms back around his neck to resume the embrace that had been stopped before.
Sora bit his lip. He didn't want to play Raoul's games anymore; he thought he was going to go crazy if he didn't cum soon. "How will I..."
In response, the blondie pulled aside his tunic to reveal a perfectly sculpted abdomen that was covered in exquisite, almost golden flesh.
Alarm bells went off in Sora's head. Raoul seemed adverse to touching him before, so why change his mind now? What was different about today? "You'll get dirty," he protested.
"You will be the one cleaning it," clarified the blondie. "With your tongue."
He almost gagged at what the Raoul was implying. Sora was offended that he wanted him to do that. He wanted to feel his anger over it so he could snap out of his current state and wake up from the nightmare of having no control over his body, but his cock was throbbing so badly that he wanted to sob instead.
Sora glanced down at the blondie's exposed stomach. He wasn't attracted to him; instead he reduced him in his mind to the rippling texture of his abs and the softness of his skin. Tentatively, he dragged his sticky cock across that plane, and the pleasure it gave him made him toss the last of his inhibition out of the window. He started rubbing that place with fervor to relieve himself of the heaviness that had been building up all day. Even though the D-ring wasn't in play, he felt like he couldn't stop his hips even if he wanted to. Sora wantonly panted with every thrust, until his voice pitched and he spilled copious amounts of himself onto that perfect body.
The release made him feel dizzy. He buried his face into Raoul's neck as he tried to catch his breath and clung to him tightly. Raoul didn't comfort him; there were no touches or words to let him know that he had done well. It made Sora feel like a dog in heat that could do no more than hump its master's leg.
"Clean it," ordered Raoul.
He shivered at the command. Sora slowly leaned back and crawled his way down the blondie's body. His ejaculate was coating his master's stomach like a slippery white cream. He had a moment where his body froze completely. Everything in his will screamed at him not to perform this degrading act. However, he wanted to live. He wanted to see his friends again. He wanted a real hug.
So he leaned his head down and passed his tongue over the mess. The saltiness almost made him vomit. Raoul didn't so much as twitch in response as he stared at his pet's work.
The blondie was naked under that tunic. His ample member was out, but it was nothing worth looking at. Sora knew instinctively that it was flaccid. Raoul didn't blush, or sigh, or even smile. It made what they were doing all the more outrageous and pointless. He wanted to take this moment in time and push it into the darkness. To unchain this memory and never breathe a word of it ever again.
Because the truth was that he wanted to do it again. There was still a lot he wanted to pour out. When this was done, he didn't want to remember the day that he used Raoul like a sex toy and worshipped him afterwards like a god. That he was capable of putting himself that low to a man with no light in his eyes.

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Elisha was noticeably missing after that night. Sora wanted to make up with her so that she wouldn't be upset. Although she could be an annoyance, she helped to distract him from the things that were slowly eating him away.
He couldn't look at Raoul anymore. Even though he wanted to forget, the memory of that night kept intruding in his thoughts. It made him feel sick to his stomach that he was willing to go that far for the sake of his own pleasure. The blondie had invited him to use him over and over again, and he couldn't stop himself. There was no satisfaction with the release so he kept trying all night long, which meant that he had to efface himself more with the cleanup. The only reprieve was when he tired himself out and slept like the dead.
Ray placed his daily drink in front of him. Sora glared at the glass. He realized that this was the problem. Whatever was in it would fill up his sacs and rot his mind with thoughts of doing depraved things with Raoul.
Upon noticing the pet's hesitation, the furniture offered, "Would you like me to taste it first?"
"It won't matter," said Sora darkly. "It doesn't do anything to you."
Ray paused at the tone in Sora's voice. It seemed that the pet was on to the fact that all those previous tastings were just a ruse. After all, there was nothing in his body left to arouse. "Lord Raoul will notice if you stop taking this. His interest in you has increased."
"What does he want from me?" asked Sora with a scowl. "He doesn't even like touching me. What is the point in fattening me up just to watch me act like an idiot every time."
"Sora." Ray lowered himself so that he was at eye level with the pet. The expression on his face was serious. "There is nothing more important to a blondie than their pride. Do not try to understand it in any other way."
"What about my pride?" said Sora angrily. "He treats me like I'm nothing!"
"You are a pet," said Ray with emphasis, "and he is your Master. The more shameless you are, the more that you throw away your inhibitions, the greater his status. That is the only sort of bond that you can have with him."
"And I'm supposed to just do that for him, even though he hasn't done a single thing to earn it?" scowled Sora.
"He is a Blondie. He doesn't have to earn it, it is his right," said Ray plaintively.
Sora hit the table with a fist, which made Ray jump and the glass rattle. No one had the right to treat him so poorly without precedent. No one. Raoul frustrated him with the one-sidedness of their arrangement. Then he realized that the reason he felt this way was because of what he wanted from him. Sora desired to borrow that body again and rub himself all over it. Just the thought of it was making him feel hard.
I'm losing my mind he thought in a panic. I'm going crazy.
Ray's expression turned piteous. He could plainly see how Sora was struggling to defeat what was being programmed into his body. A part of him hoped that the boy would win, but Raoul was too strong and clever. It was only a matter of time before his pet succumbed to his base needs and became all too willing to become the tool for the blondie's pride.
"Please drink," said Ray as he gestured to the glass. He didn't want to have to use the remote.
Sora sat there with his face in his hands for a few minutes. In that time, he rehashed all the things that he could possibly do to escape, but he was checkmated by Raoul's countermeasures. Whether it was experiencing pain or unbearable pleasure, getting blown up or achieving death and resurrection afterwards, he saw no end to his torture. The conclusion was always the same: he had to endure.
Eventually, he reached for the drink and downed it in a gulp. The endless cycle of waiting, wanting, and wet surrender continued.

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On the day Elisha returned, they were to attend a dinner party with Raoul. Sora didn't get a chance to talk to her in the flurry of preparation that had to occur. However, even from a distance, he could see that something was different. The girl appeared to be unusually subdued.
After they were bathed, groomed and dressed in their usual latex, both pets were attached to leads and led by Ray. They left the tower in an aerocar that was separate from Raoul's and soared over to the city of Midas. The venue was not a theatre, much to Sora's relief. It appeared to be a simple restaurant where important looking people were having quiet discussions.
Instead of being brought in through a side entrance, the pets were paraded through the main doors about six feet behind Raoul. Sora got the impression that they were here for show; people were looking at them and whispering in delighted tones. There were comments about the girl's beauty and the so-called sweetness of the boy that was with her. Maybe it was just his imagination, but he thought that Raoul looked extra proud as they made a procession to their private booth.
They met with a pair of men who were dressed in business suits. They stood up as their party approached and gave Raoul deferent bows. Then they all settled down - Raoul in a chair, Ray standing off to the side of the table, and the pets on floor pillows that had been set out for them. Their leads were removed to prevent anyone from tripping over them.
Sora's view from under the table made him feel like some animal waiting for scraps. It was boring and he had nothing better to do than to eavesdrop on the conversation that was happening above their heads. The men were here to ask Raoul to help them solve a problem on another planet. Their world was being devoured by an incurable illness, and they were sure that the blondie had the capacity to help them.
He found it hard to reconcile that someone as cruel as Raoul was capable of saving a whole planet. As the night wore on, he looked over at Elisha. She was staring upwards with a small smile and an utterly blank expression on her face. It was creeping him out.
"Apologies for our tardiness," came a familiar voice. Sora saw another pair of booted feet approach the table and knew who it was immediately: Iason. As the group stood up and bowed to the newcomer, the blondie dropped his pet off at a pillow beside his chair.
Sora's mouth dropped. It was Riki. Unlike the grand entrance that Raoul made with his pets, Iason walked his own into the restaurant without the assistance of furniture. He also did not remove the lead that was attached to his neck. The mongrel looked furious to be there right now.
Seeing his friend made Sora's heart leap into his throat. It had been so long since their last meeting that he nearly gave up hope of running into him. He tried to get his attention without making a sound and ended up reaching out to lightly tap him on the leg.
Riki's reaction was to whip his head to chastise the touch, but when he saw that it was Sora, he gaped instead. As if sensing what was happening beneath the table, Iason pulled on his leash to force his pet to plant his head on his lap. The blondie started stroking his black hair.
Those actions chilled Sora to the bone. It made him realize that Riki was probably suffering as Iason's pet in the same way that Raoul was torturing him. He swallowed thickly with dread. When their eyes met again, it was plain to see that they were both silently asking each other the same question: Have you been crushed yet?
The answer was known at a glance. Riki was still hanging in there, and so was Sora. The blondies were doing unspeakable things to them, but their pride still existed beneath all the filth that was being piled on top of them. Sora smiled softly, and just that small movement made his face ache because it had been so long since he could.
"Now that business is done, let us move on to entertainment," said Raoul. He gestured with his fingers, and more pets were brought to the table. These were dressed in skintight white suits that covered them from ankles to neck. When they came to a kneel, Sora gasped audibly when he saw one of their faces.
It was Kirie. A mix of emotions made Sora clench his fists. Betrayal, anger, confusion - he wanted to take them out on that guy right now and demand an explanation for his actions. However, Kirie wasn't looking at him. He wasn't looking anybody. The boy was just staring up into space with the same empty expression that Elisha had. Sora looked over at Riki to see if he made anything of it, only to find that his friend wore a facade of grim satisfaction.
"Thank you for providing us with such excellent service," praised one of the visiting men. "You have given us the finest food, the best wine, and sex dolls of the highest caliber."
"It is the least that we can do to show our earnestness," said Iason. "Please enjoy the amenities."
"As a token of good will, please accept my Elisha, as a gift," added Raoul. "You will find her perfectly obedient. I saw to her mind tampering myself."
Sora nearly jumped to his feet when the two men stood up and took all the pets with them, including Elisha. The only thing that tempered his behavior was Riki's hand on his leg and a firm shake of his head to tell him not to act. He watched helplessly as the girl was led away into the crowd.
"I see that you brought your mongrel with you today," said Raoul once the dignitaries left. "He's more well behaved than usual."
"I could say the same to you," answered Iason. "You seem to have made great strides with your Sora. You even appear to be enjoying him."
"Despite not being academy born, his natural demeanor makes him popular among the other pets," said Raoul. "I get requests for him all the time. But he is not without his flaws. He is loath to mate with anyone but seems quite excited every time he sees me."
Sora's body was heating up with mortification. The fact that they were talking about him as if he wasn't there with Riki able to hear every word was killing him.
"He also gets excited when he meets my Riki," said Iason coolly. "These pets start sniffing around each other the moment they are together." He grasped Riki's jaw in a possessive way.
"I didn't talk to him," protested Riki in a breach of protocol.
Iason ignored what was said and continued, "Your pet offends me. I would like this situation rectified."
"You are the reason why I am forced to have this pet in the first place," answered Raoul with a laugh. "But very well. Far be it for me to offend you. I will make an arrangement."
Sora felt like someone just dumped cold water on him. Was he about to be punished? But he didn't do anything! All he did was look at Riki. Was just seeing Iason's pet considered a crime?
The blondies finished their meeting and departed ways. At one last glance at Riki, Sora could see a tight, guilty look on his face.
As he rode back to the apartment with Ray, he couldn't help but ask him questions. "What's going to happen to Elisha? Why was she so weird?"
"Lord Raoul tampered with her mind," explained Ray. "She is now a sex doll. She will serve the dignitaries well in the time that she spends with them."
"He made her like that?" said Sora in horror. "Why? She did everything he said. She went to every party and never said no."
"He found her personality to be disagreeable," answered Ray. "She became obsessed with gaining seed rights. She told Lord Raoul that she didn't want to be a pet anymore. She wanted to start a family. So he granted her half that request. She is no longer a pet."
That news shook Sora to his core. He felt lightheaded and ready to pass out. "So it's my fault. If I never talked to her, she would be-"
"Still a pet," Ray finished for him. "For a time. Pets are only kept a few years in their prime before they are sold, recycled or disposed of. Most end up being moved from brothel to brothel until they have been completely used up."
Sora couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just when he thought he heard of the most miserable things that this world had to offer, another layer of darkness opened up and showed him a different kind of hell. It didn't take a big leap to realize that what had been done to Elisha had also happened to Kirie. Somehow, the both of them had their hearts erased.
"It can not be understated how important it is that you continue to hold Lord Raoul's favor," said Ray seriously. "Once it ends, you will be treated no different than any other pet."
Those words fell on deaf ears. Sora couldn't care less about his master's favor. If he was passed to someone who was less meticulous, could he get away easier? Or would he be treated worse? Then a thought made him balk.
"Wait. Riki is really old compared to the other pets," he said in realization. "Does that mean that Iason will be done with him soon?"
A grim look overcame Ray's face. "Riki's ID was removed from the pet registry a year ago. It was assumed that he had been disposed. Then he re-appeared at Lord Iason's side again with a new number. That unruly mongrel is a stain on his reputation. By law he should have been debuted a second time and made to attend soirees, but his master allows none of that."
This information made Sora's head spin as he tried to understand what was going on between Iason and Riki. It seemed that the blondie didn't want to let him go even though he had to. Why go that far for a mongrel from the slums of Ceres?
Sora had promised Daryl a rescue, but he wondered if he had the power to stand in between Iason's reverent gaze for his pet.

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A punishment was coming. The thought of enduring another night like the one he suffered at the thrall of the D-ring had Sora shaking and paralyzed. He frequently thought of begging for Raoul to reconsider. If he had known that interacting with Riki was bad, then he would have behaved much better.
He tried his best to do everything that was demanded of him. He greeted Raoul at the door, laid down at his feet, said the things he wanted to hear and did the things he wanted to do to try to win some leniency. He felt like he had to work extra hard now that Elisha wasn't there to divide the blondie's attention.
Whether his efforts would bear any fruit, he had no idea. Raoul didn't give any inkling as to what he was thinking. As the days wore on, he couldn't sleep unless he was given anesthetic vapor, or the blondie played with his body until he passed out. The tension had him on edge and he couldn't relax.
Then one day Ray escorted him to Midas. Sora was prepared as if they were going somewhere special and was whisked off. At first he tried to ask questions, but the furniture told him to settle down and be quiet. So he nervously waited until they landed in front of what appeared to be a motel.
Ray led him inside and took him to a room that had plush carpeting, round sofas and beds that were colored in pinks, reds and deep orange. There were things set out that he didn't know what they were for: bottles of clear liquid, devices that looked like they were designed for torture and things sticking out of the walls. There was a long mirror that took up nearly the entirety of one side of the room, and he could see his own scared reflection on it.
Sora was unleashed in the middle of all this and left alone with no explanation. He wasn't even given an earpiece to know what it was that his master wanted him to do. It was all he could do to pace the room and wait for what was to happen next.
The door opened, and at first, he felt relief when he saw Riki step inside. However, his friend was wearing an aggrieved expression, which gave him pause.
"Riki?" Sora asked cautiously.
Riki suddenly collapsed to the floor with a cry of pain. Sora rushed over him to help him, although he didn't know what was wrong. "Riki! What's happening? Where are you hurting?"
As Riki moaned in agony, Sora checked over him for any injuries. The only clue that he had was that he was holding his crotch. He pushed aside his hands and pulled the waistband of his spandex out to see what was going on, and froze. There was a ring around the base of Riki's penis, and he recognized the glowing red jewel easily.
"A D-ring?" he breathed. A D-ring there? He could barely stand to have it on his wrist, much less on his penis. Sora looked up in hopes of finding a camera or anything that indicated that they were being watched. "No more! Riki will behave, so leave him alone!"
The glow from Riki's cock ring faded, and he folded over in relief on his hands and knees. Sora could do nothing else but embrace him in hopes of giving him comfort. "It's ok," he said quietly. "It stopped."
It took a few moments for Riki to catch his breath before speaking. "Sora. Just let him hurt me. He wants me to do something stupid."
Sora's expression grew tight. So this was the punishment, and Riki was going to be the face to do it to him. He gently squeezed the other's shoulders. "It's alright. You don't have to go through that anymore. Whatever they want me to do, I can handle it."
Those brave words were spoken freely, which seemed to hurt Riki more. It made him physically flinch. "I am so sorry that I have to give you such a shitty memory," he said in anguish.
"I already have plenty of those. What's one more?" Sora answered with a forced laugh. "Whatever it is, let's get through it together."
Riki looked Sora in the eyes. His gaze was filled with deep regret, and then resignation. He stood to his full height, and his friend followed suit. "Take off your bottoms," he said as he averted his gaze.
Sora's heart nearly pulsed out of his chest. He shouldn't have been surprised that his punishment would require his lower half, but to have it hear it from Riki added a layer of cruelty that was hard to swallow. With a slow nod, he pushed his latex shorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Now bare from the waist down, it was obvious that he wasn't into this at all. His penis rested flaccid between his legs.
"Bend over the bed," said Riki in a soft voice. "Face down."
Sora cringed. His first punishment had started off in the same position. He walked over to the bed and knelt down on the ground. His elbows were braced on the mattress.
Riki approached him from behind and placed his hand on the back of Sora's neck. He pushed his face down into the blankets. "Stay there and lift your butt higher."
"Mmmn," Sora murmured into the soft material. He lifted himself higher and braced himself for what was to come. He fully expected another whipping. Probably one that wasn't going to have an iota of pleasure.
Instead, he felt Riki press his fingers into the globes of his bottom and spread him open. He started to get up in alarm just as a tongue probed his entrance.
"W-what!" he said as he pushed up from the bed.
"Stop moving," growled Riki. "You damn virgin."
Riki shoved Sora back onto the bed so he could return to his work. Sora could tell from his voice that he was just as humiliated as he was to be performing this act. He silently cursed the blondies for putting the both of them in this embarrassing position.
The way that Riki took charge made it seem like he had done this sort of thing before. There was an air of purpose as his tongue drilled into Sora's pucker and thoroughly wet it. His fingers traced the ridged opening and gently prodded to coax it open.
Sora didn't know if this was supposed to give him pleasure. He couldn't get past how dirty it was for someone to put their tongue down there. It only served to make him squirm and grow more tense.
"Just relax," groused Riki. He stopped his work to get up and grab one of the clear tubes from the table. Then he returned to his place behind Sora and pushed him down again. He opened the bottle that was in his hand and poured a liberal amount of its liquid down the valley of Sora's rump.
The chilly feeling of that stuff oozing over his skin made Sora jump. "Cold, cold!" he complained as he tried to get up again.
"How many times do I have to make you stay still," said Riki tensely. Since Sora was so poor at following directions, he decided to control him by sitting on his back. He turned so that he could still work on his ass while using the other pet as a seat.
"Hey! You're heavy!" said Sora as he flailed.
"Shut up," said Riki. "You need to relax." Some of that clear, slippery liquid was squirted onto his hand, and he isolated his index finger to slip into Sora's hole.
"Don't do that!" cried Sora sharply. "That doesn't go there!"
"If you don't want to tear then stay still," hissed Riki. "They are watching."
Sora's breath hitched when he realized what Riki was saying. This wasn't a private meeting between them; somewhere the blondies were monitoring their every move. Either of them could be punished at any time. A cold sweat broke out on skin when he realized that his behavior was their survival.
When he finally calmed down, Riki continued fingering him. He poured liberal amounts of lubricant down his channel and inserted another digit. Sora whimpered and twitched in fear, but he didn't dare move. Another finger joined the stretching, and he closed his eyes tightly as he felt his body lose its resistance.
Once Riki achieved what he wanted, he got off Sora's back and grasped the boy's wrist to urge him to stand up. Sora stumbled to his feet and woozily followed the other pet. He was led to a large phallus with a curved tip that was welded to the wall just below waist level. His hips were grasped and turned so that his rump rubbed up against that object.
Sora realized what the punishment was going to be. His eyes went as wide as saucers and he shook his head to indicate how much he didn't want to do this. The fear was stark in his face and his heart was pounding.
Riki braced his arms on the wall besides Sora's head and leaned close, as if they were still in the broken down hideout in Ceres and he was only flirting. He whispered in soft lamentation, "You should have just left me fuck you in the bar. It would have been better than this."
Then he grasped the other's hips, and Sora grabbed his hands in a quiet plead to make him stop.
"It doesn't have to hurt," Riki continued to whisper. "Just breathe with me."
Sora bit his lip. He watched Riki's face, and then his lips to follow his breath. He pulled air in and pushed it out when he saw the slight parting of the other's mouth. In. Out. In. Out. In --
He was guided over the tip of the phallus and slowly lowered onto it. His controlled respirations became ragged as his bowels slowly filled up to the brim. With every inch, he became paniced that he would break from the inside. He started to pull away, but Riki kept him anchored and pushed until the back of his head rested against the wall behind him.
Tears sprang into Sora's eyes as he felt his stomach bulge. He realized just how terrible this was because he couldn't compartmentalize this time. Not with Riki. He couldn't see him in the same light as the blondies. Nothing could stop his heart from reaching out to him in loneliness; to the only other person who knew and understood what he was going through.
Then he was kissed. Riki leaned forwards and pressed their lips together, as if they really were two lovers meeting for a tryst in the motel. Sora's heart and his fear started to calm. He felt himself being grounded as he was reminded who he was with, and that in his own way, his friend had been protecting him all along.
Suddenly, Sora's bracelet came alive with blue light. His entire body went rigid as he was slammed with a deep-seated pleasure that radiated from his ass. The kiss ended noisily as he detached his mouth and yelled loudly. It took less than a few seconds for his cock rose up rapidly; the blood moving so quickly that he thought he might faint. He tried to pull away from the wall to make the sensations stop.
"Don't," said Riki in warning. He pressed one forearm against Sora's chest to keep him pinned. If the other pet moved incorrectly while in his current position, he could severely hurt his rectum. "Just take it," he hissed.
Sora gave Riki a wild look, and his expression melted as another wave of pleasure threatened to split him open. He arched up against the wall and ejaculate exploded out of him in a fountain. It shot up with such force that it even covered Riki's dark hair.
There was no time to think of what was going to happen next because the sensations built up again. Sora panted loudly as the feeling crawled down his spine and squeezed his balls, and then he was forcefully coming again with a keening sound.
A puddle was forming at their feet as he emptied his balls over and over again. Sora's mind was slipping back into that white space as his consciousness began to shrink. Then he felt Riki pinch his nose and cover his slack face with his mouth. It made the whiteness gave way to something else - a darkness that rolled over him like a blanket and muffled his screams.
Once Sora passed out, Riki stopped smothering him and carefully pulled him off the phallus. He was relieved that he didn't see any blood once he got him down. The door to the room opened, and Ray rushed inside to help assist the unconscious pet.
Their masters were watching the events unfold from behind a double-sided mirror. Raoul powered down his D-ring since Sora was no longer able to respond to it. "Are you satisfied?" he asked Iason. "You wanted to drive a wedge between them. I believe that this will suffice."
"I will accept this outcome," answered Iason.
At that moment, Riki stormed out of the motel room through the door that led to their viewing area. Iason caught him by the wrist before he could go further and forced him to turn in his direction. "I did not say that you could kiss him," he said coolly.
"I did what you wanted," Riki spat. "How I decide to rape someone is my creative choice."
Iason narrowed his eyes, and then he dragged his pet out of the room. Raoul watched them go with an arched expression.
"Sora would never give me that sort of trouble," he said with a touch of satisfaction. When Ray joined him with his comatose pet on his back, they would all depart.

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What happened in the motel was worse than Sora imagined. Not only was he subjected to those terrible things by someone he knew, it had been recorded and passed through circles that dealt with that sort of entertainment. Doing so helped to ease the pressure that Iason was under to share Riki with the rest of the world, and it was proof that Raoul's pet was able to perform with a little help from a D-ring.
What happened in the motel was worse than Sora imagined. Not only was he subjected to those terrible things by someone he knew, it had been recorded and passed through circles that dealt with that sort of entertainment. Doing so helped to ease the pressure that Iason was under to share Riki with the rest of the world, and it was proof that Raoul's pet was able to perform with a little help from a D-ring.
Gideon Lagat was an unusual blondie. He got bored easily when he wasn't running the day-to-day management of Midas, and he frequently skipped meetings if he could help it. Whatever problems the other blondies had didn't matter if it didn't concern his city. However, he did love to make time for scandals, rumors and entertainment. When he came upon that recording of Sora and Riki, his eyes lit up as if he had just seen something amazing.
Without wasting another moment, he used his console to contact Raoul Am. It didn't take more than a few seconds for the other blondie to answer. His face appeared on the holographic heads-up display with an expression of displeasure.
"This can not be good if you are calling me at this hour," said Raoul.
"Why did you not tell me about your new pet?" said Gideon with excitement. "To think that you have been keeping such a secret!"
"It is no secret," said Raoul snidely. "If you would show up to the meetings then you would know that Sora has been in my possession for some time now. Regardless, my pets are my business, and hardly an appropriate reason to call after midnight."
"So callous," said Gideon in a good natured way. "I called you because I know this pet. I know exactly where you got him from."
Raoul looked taken aback. The expression on his face was everything that Gideon was going for.

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The apartment was quiet. Ray had turned on the holographic display so that the ceiling emulated a pool of stars in a slow moving galaxy. Sora was staring up at them from his egg shaped bed, but he didn't see them.
Since returning to consciousness hours ago, his face was wet and puffy. His backside was hurting despite the careful treatment that the furniture provided. Nothing touched the emptiness inside of him.
Sora didn't cry because the pain was so great. His bitter tears were for the friendship that had to end in such a miserable way. Without his comrades, without Elisha, and without Riki, he was fully at the mercy of the blondies. A race so cruel that they treated their pets as if they were nothing more than a pair of shoes to be changed once the fashion wore out.
He knew that it was only a matter of time before Raoul got tired of him and sold him off, or worse, turned him into a sex doll. When the blondie had his fill of entertainment and his body had nothing left to give, he would be hollowed out until he was nothing more than a husk to be used as others saw fit. And there would be no one there to hold his mouth and nose closed until he passed out.

To be continued.
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