The Shadow Chained | By : TestChamber99 Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 1731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The greatest puzzle to Yoshimitsu’s mind was why he was still alive. Chained, his weapons lifted from him, stripped bare of his armor down to his fundoshi and left in the chill of the dungeon-like pit.
His captor was nowhere in sight for the moment. Or perhaps he was. The room was stone-dark, and Yoshi could barely see an inch in front of him. The sounds of water slowly dripping in the distance and the clank of the chains holding his wrists over his head echoed solidly, no other sound impeding them. No movement, no breathing, no heartbeat but his own.
Evidently the guardian had left him here to rot. For now, at least.
Yoshi sighed and once more tried to pick the lock of his manacles. His ankles were also shackled, though kept apart with a bar rather than a chain. This didn’t exactly strike Yoshi’s curiosity just yet; he was more concerned about his rival coming back.
A scream suddenly echoed, high and long, ending abruptly with a bloody gurgle. It drew Yoshi’s attention away only for a second before his lock-picking resumed, a bit more fervently than before. Evidently the guardian had some unfinished business yet.
It took several minutes before he finally heard the wet pats of bare feet on the stone floor, the shearing of metal as blades were drawn against their sheaths - and a click as the blades secured into position.
Yoshi perked. He was putting up his katars? Why?
He heard the pouring of water, smelled its cleanness and chill, and gave a shiver.
“Guardian,” he started, his voice low, trying to flood the tremolo out of it, “if thou allowest me to leave this place, thou shalt have my word that neither I nor a member of my clan shall ever bother thee or thy master again.”
The Money Pit’s guardian gave a soft chuff, as if laughing at the very thought of Yoshimitsu’s proposal. The pouring sound stopped, followed by small chinking sounds of metal on stone. A soft, surprisingly unmuted groan, and the popping of bones.
Yoshi felt a presence behind him, a warmth pressing against his back, and everything came to light: why he was left alive, the bar spreading his legs, stripped of all but his most intimate undergarments…
“W-wait…!” He struggled, trying to move away from the body at his back. Voldo’s hands found Yoshi’s ribs, and the frigidity of his waterwashed hands made Yoshi jump and hiss with displeasure.
“Dost thou mean to kill me, guardian?” Yoshi asked quickly. “Answer me just this one thing before thine actions further. Just… tell me.”
Voldo’s hands traversed upward, guided by the rails of Yoshi’s arms up to the shackles binding his wrists. With a soft growl, he plucked out the small lockpick Yoshi had stashed, and with a seethe of disapproval, he flicked it away. His hands traveled back to Yoshi’s false right arm, crafted of wood. His fingers dipped inside of the mechanic, and a small snap soon followed.
With a gasp, Yoshi realized Voldo had effectually disabled most of his arm. His mechanized fingers fell limp, and he could not rotate his wrist at all. The action was at his forearm, however, and he could still bend his elbow and gyrate his shoulder. And so the action did not seem to answer the question presented.
“Will I leave this place alive?” Yoshi struggled out.
Voldo’s fingers danced back down the ninja’s arms, spreading out once they reached his chest. No longer cold, their touch still made Yoshi squirm and hiss, especially when brushed across his erect nipples. He felt the profile of Voldo’s face against his left shoulder, felt a warm breath against his exposed flesh, felt the guardian’s slow but grinning nod.
Alive… but in what condition?
“Ggnhh…” Yoshi grit his teeth, trying to twist his body away from the touch at his chest. It was beginning to have an effect on him that he wasn’t sure he desired, especially with the company present. He tried to strike Voldo’s face with his shoulder, but the guardian sensed his movement and backed away.
As punishment, Voldo sunk his teeth deep into Yoshimitsu’s shoulder.
The ninja yelped, tensing as his cry continued to echo through the dungeon. Yoshi didn’t dare twist now; the guardian’s teeth were still latched on, holding his prey still, and any abrupt movement would prove painful. Yoshi wasn’t sure if he was bleeding or not, but he felt Voldo’s tongue lapping against his skin, and he gave a whimper as Voldo’s hands returned to their position on his chest.
The pain, mixed with the wispy touches of the guardian’s fingertips, sent wave after wave of heat through Yoshi’s body. He gasped, still trying to stay still, though his shoulders and hips jerked of their own accord. He wasn’t exactly sure how to feel or what to do; his initial feelings of anger, frustration, and fear were slowly giving in to the wordless promises that Voldo’s fingertips made.
The guardian’s fingers strolled lower, exploring the muscled and scarred field of Yoshi’s stomach. They pursued into the valleys of his hips, diving swiftly but briefly beneath the rolled edge of the fundoshi. Voldo pressed, massaged against the other’s abdominal wall, hissing in delight as the muscles within tensed and relaxed as Yoshi tried his best to stifle every moan.
Finally, perhaps feeling confident that his prey no longer had fight in him, Voldo relaxed his jaws, giving the wounded spot on Yoshi’s shoulder several warm and somewhat apologetic licks. The licks continued upward, and Yoshi let out a shudder as Voldo started on his neck, lathing his tongue over it several times before adhering his lips against the flesh there.
Yoshi gave a small grunt as one of Voldo’s hands left his hips, reaching up to undo the topknot on the ninja’s head. Thick hair spilled over his shoulders, and Yoshimitsu heard several deep sighs in his ear as Voldo breathed in the scent of it. The rogue hand returned to Yoshi’s chest, thumb glazing over the still-hard nipple. His breath hitched again as he felt Voldo’s teeth scrape mildly against his skin.
It was Voldo’s turn to jump as Yoshi gave a hard tug at his wrist restraints, letting out a frustrated cry as he again realized he was bound. He turned to look at his captor, unsurprised to see only darkness.
“Stop teasing me, damn thee!”
Voldo growled, and Yoshi flinched, expecting another bite. Instead, the fiend’s hand delved lower into Yoshi’s undergarment, reaching until his fingertips found the tip of Yoshi’s half-hard cock. Yoshi started, with a quiet ‘ah!’, and his hips pushed forward, forcing his cock against Voldo’s palm.
Yoshimitsu’s head started to spin, dizzied as it was caught between pleasure and regret. Voldo’s other arm curled around the ninja’s chest, holding him firmly, stroking the opposite nipple now. The touch on his chest was driving Yoshi crazy, and the fingertips playing on the tip of his shaft didn’t help at all. Voldo nipped gently at Yoshi’s neck, breaking the final straw, and Yoshi let out as soft a moan as he could muster.
Not that it mattered to Voldo. Any moan was a signal of accomplishment, and he gave a warm rattle of his throat, almost a purr, into Yoshi’s ear. He kissed the other’s jaw as he worked his fingertips against the head of Yoshi’s cock, giving the nipple a light pinch between his fingers, hoping for another little signal.
He was rewarded. Yoshi’s back arched as he seethed, finally releasing a breath with the faintest edge of voice to it, stubbornly trying to keep his reactions a secret. Though, Voldo knew how much of a secret it was, considering the shaft in his hand had hardened considerably since first contact.
Yoshi growled. He was becoming unraveled; he needed to focus, resettle his discipline. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself… and that was when Voldo pressed his hips against Yoshi’s backside.
Somewhere along the way, Voldo had undressed, and while the fundoshi left Yoshi’s shaft covered, it did little in shielding his buttocks. Feeling the guardian’s naked cock, pressed teasingly against his hip, stiff as an iron rod - it destroyed Yoshi’s focus like a whirlwind in a leaf pile.
“Aahn…” Yoshi clenched his jaw, but it was too late. He heard Voldo chuckle dryly, and - oh, what in the name of Heaven was Yoshi doing, pressing back against the guardian’s hip? He tugged at his chains again, harder now, nearly smacking a fast-dodging Voldo with his elbow.
“Stop teasing me,” Yoshimitsu panted, trying to put a growl to his voice. “Stop teasing right now.”
Voldo released an opposing growl, delivering another, weaker bite to Yoshi’s neck, forcing another soft moan from him. Both hands left Yoshi’s body, latching instead onto the back of the fundoshi, pulling it hard in an effort to undo it. It fell easily, and Voldo dropped it to the side, thrusting his hips against Yoshi’s backside.
He jabbed the ninja’s perineum instead of connecting, and Yoshi’s working hand grasped his chain as he let out a yelp. Pleasure and rough pain shot up from his groin like lightning, branching to his chest and arms and legs, making him tremble like a leaf. Almost on instinct, Yoshi leaned forward, unable to completely double over due to his chains, and Voldo thrust again.
This time, they connected, both giving groans as Voldo’s hard cock sank deep into Yoshimitsu’s body. The guardian felt slick, and though he was larger than Yoshi was expecting, the impact was mostly painless. He must have applied something to himself beforehand.
“Bastard,” Yoshi hissed. But his hips were already starting to grind. He wished the bar binding his ankles had been a bit wider, wished his chains were a bit longer. He felt the slow but steady grind of Voldo’s hips as well and wished he would just get on with it and fuck him hard already.
But the next move surprised him.
Voldo’s arms again curled around Yoshi’s chest, pulling the ninja upright and close against him. He breathed hotly against Yoshi’s neck, gave a long, body-length tremble, and loosed a soft moan. Nuzzling the ninja’s neck, he set down a line of soft and repetitive kisses.
“What -” Yoshi fought for a second, but the angle of Voldo’s cock within him shifted enough to cause him pain. He fell into quiet stillness, tensing only when his body’s intruder demanded it, and soon found himself relaxing against the guardian.
He didn’t get it. His captor had won; he had teased and tormented and dominated his prey, and now that Yoshi had given in, he expected Voldo to start pounding into him like an animal. Instead, he was cuddling like a kitten, starved for attention.
“What art thou doing to me?” Yoshi asked softly, tilting his head back as Voldo continued to kiss and suck at his neck. In response, Voldo gave him another nuzzle, making the same rattling purr as before. The guardian’s hips were still moving, still at a slow grind, and now that Yoshi had relaxed, he could feel every inch of the shaft deep in him.
He could focus on smaller things, too, like the cold dungeon air on his heated skin, making a small steam lift from the both of them. He heard the smallest pleading whimpers escape through the guardian’s purr. He felt the hot throb of injury on his shoulder where Voldo had bitten him. And it was all somehow wonderful.
But, as it was wont to do, the small thrusts started getting slightly harder, slightly faster, and soon they were both at the edge of animal instinct. Voldo’s hands moved back to Yoshimitsu’s hips, and Yoshi accommodatingly leaned forward, freely offering his moans and whimpers with every thrust. Voldo’s whimpers turned to growls, the rolling of his hips turned to heavy slams, and the wet smacking of sweat-dampened skin echoed against the stone as the two bodies came forcefully together.
“Harder,” Yoshi begged suddenly. Then, after a hard gulp: “Harder, demon! Do not be scared to break me!”
Voldo let out a roaring growl, and Yoshi tensed as he felt hot precum seep from the hard cock buried in him. His own cock was throbbing painfully, aching for a touch. Fingers dug into his hips, and Voldo’s thrusts became forceful and strong. He had been holding back, but no longer; he pushed Yoshimitsu so far forward that his chains started to creak under the pressure.
“Yes!” Yoshi cried, almost a sob covalent to the pleasure surging through his body. He came within seconds, tensing around the thick cock as Voldo continued to pound him, white and musky-scented cum flowing from his own shaft as it still begged for touch.
Again, Voldo’s teeth clamped down at the back of Yoshimitsu’s neck as he pressed his body close against the ninja’s. Both men were suddenly absolutely still, though Yoshi let out a whispered curse as Voldo’s warm burst of thick liquid coated his insides.
Voldo clutched the other tightly, breathing steam against his shoulder and neck, his hips giving a few final jerks before he let out a long groan of finality. Yoshi shuddered, feeling the full weight of his body as he went limp, dangling from his chains.
The guardian shifted, still buried within his victim, and extracted a key from somewhere on his person. The manacle’s tumblers clicked open, and Yoshi would have collapsed had Voldo not caught him. Voldo gently eased Yoshi to the ground, pulling out of him in the process, and set to work unbinding his ankles. A touch on his calf startled him, and even in the darkness he turned to look at his captive.
“If.. if thou leavest me alive, prepare to regret it.”
Voldo chuckled, shaking his head. He freed his victim then turned around, taking Yoshi’s tired and panting form into his arms and holding him close, threading fingers through his long and sweat-soaked hair.
“What is this?” Yoshi said tiredly. “This is supposed to be the part where thou rip me to shreds.”
Another laugh in the darkness. Voldo pressed his lips to Yoshi’s forehead. He laid the ninja on the stone floor and stood. His footfalls echoed, bare and muted slaps against the wet stones, as he vanished into the darkness.
Yoshi awoke hours later, finding the dungeon lit with a burning torch. His armor was stacked in a neat pile beside him, swords, mask, and all. Even his fundoshi had been folded, and as he wrapped it back around his waist, a deep blush came to his cheeks.
Voldo, the Hell Guardian. Perhaps he was not so bad. Being trapped for years down here was bound to make a man lonely, after all, and Yoshimitsu was able to leave feeling like a partner rather than a prize. But it was not worth hanging around to find out exactly how lonely Voldo may be.
Donning his clothing quickly, Yoshimitsu started to make his escape. No trap impeded him; no guardian sought him out. He was allowed to leave the Pit alive, just as Voldo had agreed.
Though he had no idea what lie he would tell to his men waiting outside.
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