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      Kira_Yoshikage, Kawajiri_Hayato
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      Published: 2016-09-25 Updated: 2016-12-19 Chapters: 3/? Words: 7194
****** Poor Thing ******
by UltimateFangirl125
Summary
     Hayato would do anything to protect his mother.
     (Kind of an alternate ending to the shower scene in part 4. If any of
     these tags makes you uncomfortable, DO NOT READ!)
Notes
     Jfc this turned out way longer than expected lmao. Anyway, let me
     know if you enjoyed this! Writing it was kinda stressful, but I had
     this idea swimming around in my head for quite awhile. So here it is!
     The thing that absolutely nobody asked for. As always, mind the tags,
     and don't read if any of those things triggers you.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
“P-Please… Don’t hurt my mom… I’ll do anything… Just don’t hurt her!” Hayato
whimpered, trying to squirm out of Kira’s grip. The man chuckled and picked up
the boy, holding Hayato in his lap and leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“Anything?” He purred? Hayato’s stomach twisted, and he tried again in vain to
get away. Kira smiled devilishly, grabbing a fistful of Hayato’s wet brown
hair. He pulled the boy back up to him and flicked his tongue over the shell of
Hayato’s ear, making the boy cry out in surprise.
“Wh-wh-what are you doing?” He asked, shaking all over. Kira simply took the
boy’s earlobe between his teeth, sucking on it. Hayato managed to wrench his
arm out of the impostor’s grasp, managing only to get a few inches away before
he remembered that Kira was still holding onto his hair. The man pulled him
back by it, and the boy cried out in pain.
“You said you’d do anything, right?” Kira asked, wrapping his free arm around
Hayato’s middle, pulling him close so the boy could feel the man’s cock
pressing against his ass. “So hold still and let me take what I want.” He
growled. Hayato felt a lump rise in his throat, and he nodded, tears welling up
in his eyes. He supposed if this was what he had to do to keep his mom safe…
Then he would. He wasn’t quite sure exactly what Kira had in mind, but he would
try to endure it. Hayato was jerked out of his thoughts when Kira picked him up
again, easily setting the boy down on the ground. Hayato was sitting facing
towards the man in his father’s body, shaking like a leaf. Kira smirked and
reached forward, running his fingers through Hayato’s hair. “You’re still so
small… I wonder if you’ve even really started puberty yet… How old are you
again?” He asked, moving his hand down to grasp one of Hayato’s own, inspecting
his fingers.
“E-eleven…” He muttered, looking down at the hand Kira was so captivated by.
“Hm. I suppose I was about your age when I hit puberty then. But we’ll find
out, won’t we?” He asked, pulling the boy close to him once again. “You look a
lot like your mother. Do you know that?” Hayato looked away, feeling his heart
pound at the question. What did he mean by that? Kira pulled Hayato’s small,
delicate hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of one. The boy
almost wanted to laugh at the juxtaposition. The man’s intent was obviously
sinister, and yet he’d kissed Hayato’s finger with such false tenderness. The
boy wanted to pull his hand away, but knew doing so would be foolish. Suddenly,
he felt Kira’s warm, wet tongue against it, and jumped a bit.
“What are you doing?” He asked, face flushed.
“Just relax. Daddy’s going to make you feel good, Hayato…” He purred before
slipping the young boy’s finger into his mouth and swirling his tongue around
it. Hayato blushed, and had no idea why he did so. It was weird that Kira was
doing this… He didn’t understand why, but… If it kept his mom safe… Kira smiled
around the digit, gently holding Hayato’s finger between his teeth. The boy
felt his heart begin beating rapidly again, and Kira let go of the brunet’s
hand. Hayato pulled it back against himself, inspecting it to make sure no
damage had been done. The only signs of anything were small bite marks on his
skin and Kira’s spit coating his small finger. Hayato wiped it off and looked
back at the man.
“Is that it?” He asked, watching his father’s chest move as he chuckled.
“Oh no, not by a long shot. Now come over here.” Kira said, beckoning Hayato
over with a finger. The boy reluctantly scooted towards him, and Kira spread
his legs apart, revealing his thick, full erection. Hayato blushed and looked
away, not knowing at all what Kira was going to make him do next. The man took
Hayato’s small hands and placed them around his dick, smirking at the fact that
Hayato’s small fingers couldn’t quite wrap all the way around its girth like
his mother’s did.
“Um… What n-now?” Hayato asked shyly, still not wanting to look into his
father’s eyes.
“Move them up and down. And look at me while you do it, little one.” He grinned
sinisterly. Hayato did as he was told, awkwardly moving his small hands up and
down, stroking Kira’s cock. The man moaned quietly, looking down. Hayato
focused on his breathing, trying not to think about what was happening. He
really had no idea why Kira would want him to touch his dick, but he supposed
it wasn’t too much to ask. Hayato wondered why Kira was making him do these
kinds of things, because they really felt… Wrong… Hayato got the sense that
these were things that he shouldn’t be doing with his father.
“Hayato.” Kira’s words made the boy look up at him, brown eyes wide and doe
like. Kira almost groaned out loud. The boy was so cute, still so full of
innocence… Kira couldn’t wait to break him.
“Yes?” Hayato asked, cheeks pink.
“Use your tongue, too. Lick me there.” Kira said. Hayato’s eyes widened more
and he blushed deeper.
“I-I-Is that okay?” He asked, cheeks as red as cherries now. “This… This feels
wrong…” He murmured shyly, looking away from the man. Kira smiled at Hayato as
if he was the most pitiful thing he’d ever seen. The boy really was so cute.
“Just trust me. You don’t want your mommy to get hurt, now do you?” He asked.
Hayato’s stomach jumped and he shook his head, leaning forward.
“N-no! I’m doing it!” He cried. Kira chuckled at the boy’s eagerness, and ran
his fingers through Hayato’s pale brown hair.
“Good boy.” He murmured. Hayato swallowed and opened his mouth, gingerly
sticking his tongue out and running it along the underside of Kira’s hard cock.
The man groaned and tugged the boy’s hair gently. Hayato scooted a little
closer and licked him again, this time stopping after to look at his father’s
cock. He noticed something oozing out of the tip, and cocked his head to the
side, reaching forward and touching it with his finger. He slid it back and
forth, noticing that the liquid was slick and somewhat gooey.
“What’s this clearish stuff?” He asked.
“Precum. Why don’t you have a taste?” Kira replied, watching Hayato wrinkle his
nose. Still, the boy’s curiosity won out, and he licked his finger clean.
“Well, what’s the verdict?” He asked. Hayato made a face, and thought for a
moment.
“Kind of salty, I guess…” He answered.
“You’re so cute, Hayato.” Kira said, pulling his son forward and wrapping his
free hand around his cock, pressing the tip of it against the boy’s plush pink
lips. “Open. And watch your teeth.” He said. Hayato opened his mouth as he was
told and felt his breathing get funny when the tip of his father’s cock pressed
into the tight, wet heat of his small mouth. He thought for sure it wouldn’t
fit, but Kira didn’t try to shove all of it in. He only slid a few inches past
Hayato’s lips, not wanting the boy to vomit. Instead, he took the child’s small
hands and placed them on his cock again. Hayato looked up at his father and
closed his lips around his large cock; eyes watering and cheeks flushed pink.
What do I do now? His eyes seemed to ask of Kira.
“Suck, and use your tongue. Use your hands on what you can’t fit in your
mouth.” He sighed, somewhat annoyed at having to teach Hayato everything. This
was nothing like when he fucked Shinobu. Of course, since Hayato was just a
kid, and still a virgin, Kira supposed he should have expected him not to know
anything about sex. Still, the boy was a fast learner, and his mouth… Kira
groaned as the boy bobbed up and down on him, his cute pink tongue swirling
around the head and licking up Kira’s precum eagerly. The man smiled down at
the child, wishing he could slip his entire cock inside his mouth and down his
throat, fucking his cute face until the boy was gagging and coughing, but he
supposed he would have to wait until Hayato got a little older to do that. Kira
felt his cock twitch, heavily aroused by the thought. Before he knew it, he was
cumming in Hayato’s mouth. The boy quickly realized something warm and thick
was filling up his mouth, and pulled off of his father’s cock. Kira stroked
himself through the rest of his orgasm, cumming all over Hayato’s cute
surprised face and into his open mouth. When he was done, he sighed, satisfied,
and looked at his work. Hayato had one eye closed, cum splattered all over his
face and on his tongue.
“It’s okay, baby. You can swallow it.” Kira purred, stroking the boy’s hair and
watching as Hayato did so, making a face. Kira smiled proudly and picked up the
bucket nearby, filling it with water from the tub and unceremoniously dumping
the warm water on Hayato. The boy cried out in surprised and rubbed his eyes,
shoving his soggy hair out of his face.
“What was that for?” He snapped, looking grumpily up at his father. Kira
shrugged and set the bucket down.
“Well I had to get your face clean somehow.” He answered. Hayato huffed and
stood up, walking over to get a towel. “Hold on.” Kira said, grabbing the boy’s
wrist and pulling Hayato back into his lap. “I didn’t say I was done with you.
Your mother’s at the store, so we have plenty of time before she gets back.” He
said. Hayato gulped, feeling his blood turn cold. What else could Kira want
with him?
***
His question was answered a few minutes later after Kira had thoroughly coated
his index finger with lotion, as well as rubbing a lot on Hayato’s asshole. The
boy was lying on the cold, wet tiles with his legs spread apart, trying hard to
relax like Kira had told him to. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly,
feeling the same way he did when his mother took him to the doctor for a shot.
Suddenly, Kira loomed over him, and Hayato felt the tip of his finger resting
against his hole.
“Are you ready?” Kira asked.
No. Hayato thought, but he supposed he didn’t have much of a choice. He took
another breath and nodded, trying to keep himself from tensing up. Slowly, he
felt Kira’s finger press into him, and Hayato let out a surprised noise. Kira
stopped a few centimeters in, looking at the boy.
“Tell me if you need a second to adjust. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said.
Hayato would have laughed in any other situation. Hurt him? Kira was already
doing a pretty damn good job of that.
Instead, he shook his head, giving Kira the go-ahead to slip more of his finger
into him. Kira slowly pressed more into him, and Hayato whimpered. It hurt, it
burned, but he knew if he didn’t take it, something horrible would happen to
his mother. So he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, pretending he was
anywhere else.
“Ah… Ow…” He squeaked out, and Kira stopped around the middle of his finger.
“Shhh… It’s okay… Just breathe. We’re halfway there. You’re doing so good…”
Hayato supposed the words were meant to be comforting, but they offered no
reprieve from the pain he was feeling. Once he’d adjusted as best as he could,
Hayato gave Kira the okay once again, and the man slowly pushed the rest of his
finger inside, all the way up to the knuckle. Hayato let out a pathetic squeak
and Kira smiled at the boy’s blushing red cheeks.
“It feels… Weird…” Hayato managed, breathing heavily. Kira chuckled and rested
his free hand on Hayato’s hip. He was a skinny little thing, so you could see
his bones somewhat.
“I’ll make you feel good then while you get used to it.” He said, slowly
inching his hand down and gently rubbing over Hayato’s small cock with two of
his fingers. The boy squirmed as Kira easily took it into his hand, quickly
feeling him getting hard.
“What… What are you doing?” Hayato gasped, feeling intense pleasure engulf him
and pulse through his dick.
“Have you really never touched yourself?” Kira asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Hayato blushed and shook his head. “Hm. That’s interesting. I was already
masturbating quite often when I was around your age. But no matter.” He said,
pumping his fist up and down and feeling Hayato get a little bigger in his
hand. The boy canted his hips up into his father’s hand, whimpering as he did
so. He’d completely forgotten about Kira’s finger inside him until the man
suddenly began pulling it out. Hayato gave a small cry when Kira plunged it
back in again, and felt his cock twitch. It hurt, but not as much as it did
before, and with the man stroking his cock like this… It felt impossibly good…
Suddenly, Kira’s finger pressed against a spot inside him that he didn’t know
was there and he saw stars. Hayato cried out and came for the very first time,
only producing a small amount of cum, which splattered his stomach and Kira’s
hand. Hayato lost himself in the feeling and wasn’t all there for a moment
until he came down from his orgasm. He came to his senses when he felt a
familiar painful sensation, and looked down to see Kira pressing a second
finger into his hole.
“Th-that’s too much… It’ll never fit…” He panted, wincing at the burning
feeling. Kira looked up at him, eyes clouded with lust, and smirked.
“Never say never.” He purred, finally managing to fit the second digit inside
his son’s asshole.
“Gah! T-take it out! Please! It hurts!” Hayato cried, trying to squirm away,
which only made the pain worse.
“Hold still. You’re going to make yourself bleed if you don’t relax.” Kira
reprimanded, and Hayato froze. Would he really bleed down there? He supposed it
was better to be on the safe side, and tried to relax as Kira worked him open.
Eventually, he was comfortable enough with the feeling of two of Kira’s fingers
fucking him that he was lying back, breathing hard and feeling his cock stiffen
up again at the stimulation. “So, how does it feel now?” Kira asked, curling
his fingers up and hitting the boy’s prostate.
“Ah! G-good! So good…” Hayato keened, sighing heavily. Kira smirked and lubed
up a third finger before pressing the tip of it inside as well. Hayato’s
pleasured gasps turned into labored breathing as he fought through the pain of
being loosened up once again. Eventually, he was sufficiently prepared in
Kira’s eyes, and he slipped his fingers out, washing them off in the water
before grabbing the bottle of lotion to slick up his cock. Hayato sat up
dazedly, curious as to why his father’s fingers had left him. He saw Kira
lubing himself up and blushed, eyes widening.
“You really want to out that… Inside me? I don’t k-know about that… Will it
fit?” He asked, pressing his legs together shyly.
“That’s why I spent so long fingering you. To make sure you could take my cock.
Don’t worry, little one. Just lie back down and let Daddy take care of you.”
Kira replied, finishing up and going back to Hayato. He used his hand with
lotion on it to rub some more on the boy’s already slick hole before resting
the head of his cock against it. “Ready?” He asked. Hayato felt his stomach
twist. This was definitely not something he should be doing… Especially not
with his father… He knew that deep down inside, and wanted nothing more than to
get away, but what could he do? He moved his legs apart and looked away,
squeezing his eyes shut.
“I think so… Just don’t hurt me, please…” He murmured. Kira slowly pressed his
son’s back against the floor before slowly pushing his dick inside Hayato. The
boy whined as Kira slipped it in, opening him up deeper than his fingers had
been able to. Kira pushed himself up to the hilt in his son, admiring the
slutty look on Hayato’s face as he slid the last inch in.
“Fuck, you’re tight…” Kira groaned, pausing for a moment to let his son adjust
to the new sensation of his father’s thick cock inside of him. “How does that
feel, baby?” He asked.
“R-really weird… It f-feels kind of like it’s in my s-stomach…” Hayato groaned,
breathing hard. Kira wrapped an arm around his son and pulled him up so Kira
was sitting back with Hayato on his cock. The boy still had his eyes shut
tight, trying hard to avoid crying out. He couldn’t even describe the feeling,
other than uncomfortable. Kira looked down at the boy’s stomach, and felt his
cock twitch at what he saw.
“Fuck, baby, look at this.” He said, placing a hand on Hayato’s stomach. The
boy opened his eyes, and they were filled with tears. He looked down, and
gasped when he saw the outline of Kira’s cock pushing out his stomach. His own
dick gushed a small amount of precum at the sight, and Hayato let out an almost
inaudible squeak. Kira rubbed over the bulge and groaned. He could feel his own
cock through his son’s belly. God, this was so hot. Nothing like this had ever
happened when he fucked Shinobu.
Once Hayato had adjusted, Kira slowly pulled his cock out before pushing it
back in. They both watched the outline of it move inside of Hayato, making the
boy whimper and moan with every thrust back up inside of him. He knew it was
so, so wrong and filthy to have his father doing this to him, but it felt so
good… He supposed keeping his mother safe might not be all bad. His mind was
instantly wiped blank as Kira found his prostate, and Hayato let out a loud
moan. The man smirked and rammed up into it again and again, pulling cry after
cry out of his son, and Hayato was cumming surprisingly quick without even
having his cock touched. His walls moved around Kira’s cock, and the older man
groaned at the sensation of Hayato’s tight insides milking him.
“D-Dad… It feels so good! So good! Ah! Dad, Dad, DADDY!” Hayato babbled as he
came, an even smaller amount of sperm painting his stomach this time. Kira
growled and continued fucking his son, his own cheeks painted red with blush.
He had no idea the seemingly innocent boy would be so lewd while being fucked.
Kira kept thrusting in and out even after Hayato had come down from his orgasm,
and the boy winced. “Dad… It hurts… I’m too sensitive…” He breathed. Kira
didn’t listen, and continued fucking the boy. Against his will, Hayato’s body
reacted quickly, his cock getting hard once again as Kira mercilessly slammed
into his prostate. Before long, Hayato was whimpering and whining even louder
than before.
“Oh, yeah… God, I know you love being fucked like a filthy little gutter whore,
don’t you, Hayato?” He growled, gripping the boy’s hips and slamming him down
on his cock. Hayato gasped as Kira’s cock hit his most sensitive place again,
and nodded.
“Y-yes…” He murmured shyly. Kira smirked and adjusted their position so Hayato
was lying down once again while Kira fucked him roughly.
“Cum for me, baby. Cum again for Daddy.” He growled into Hayato’s ear. The boy
cried out and did exactly what Kira said. This time when he came, it hurt, and
nothing came out of him. Hayato let out a pained noise, tears filling his eyes
and slipping down his cheeks. Still, Kira didn’t relent, and now it hurt more
than ever.
“D-Dad, please stop! It hurts so bad!” He begged. Kira slipped his fingers into
Hayato’s mouth as deep as they would go, fucking the boy’s throat with them.
Hayato coughed and gagged, and Kira chuckled.
“You look so cute like this, Hayato. You’re almost as much fun to fuck as your
mother. Of course, she can give me some things you can’t…” He trailed off,
leaning down and sucking hard on one of Hayato’s rosy pink nipples. The boy
whined again from all the stimulation, and Kira continued to ravage him.
***
After that, Hayato lost track of time. He was barely conscious when Kira came
at last and decided he was done with Hayato for the moment. The boy had no idea
how many times after that orgasms had painfully torn their way through him. All
he knew was that he could feel his father’s warm, sticky load leaking out of
him as the door opened downstairs. Kira dried off quickly and got dressed,
going down to greet his wife. In his eyes, this could be the beginning of an
entirely new part of his perfect life.
Meanwhile, Hayato lay curled in a ball on the bathroom floor, sobbing into his
hands. At least his mother was safe. That was what he kept thinking to himself.
He was soiled, he was broken, he was in so much pain it shouldn’t have been
possible, but his mother was safe. He knew that to be true as he heard her and
Kira downstairs cooking dinner, chatting amiably as if his father hadn’t just
raped him. Eventually, Hayato worked up enough courage to wash himself and dry
off, going to his room wrapped in a towel. He got dressed quickly, not wanting
to look at the damage done to his body. He shook, and nearly jumped out of his
skin when the door was opened. He looked and saw his father walking in, wanting
to vomit at just the sight of him. Kira closed the door behind him and walked
over to his son. Hayato backed away until the back of his legs hit the side of
his bed, and he froze. Kira leaned down and ran his fingers through the boy’s
clean, dry brown hair. It was soft and neat, just like his mother’s. Kira
pressed his lips against Hayato’s, forcing the boy’s open and slipping his
tongue into his mouth. Hayato felt tears prickle his eyes. It felt like there
was some kind of tentacle in there, stroking his tongue and the roof of his
mouth.
“Kosaku! Hayato! Dinner’s ready!” Shinobu’s voice came from downstairs. Kira
pulled away from his son and pressed a finger to Hayato’s plump lips.
“Our little secret, or else your mommy gets it. Deal?” He said. Hayato nodded,
tears spilling over and tracing down his cheeks. Kira smiled and gave the boy
one final peck on the lips before heading to the door. Just as he was about to
leave, he turned back to look at his son.
“Same time tomorrow.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. Hayato nodded and
watched Kira leave. He let out a small sob as the door closed behind him.
He would do whatever it took to protect his mother.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Aye lmao the sequel nobody asked for
     Also I'm working on more with Hayato getting paddled.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Mom, do I haveto go?” Hayato asked as his mother hurried him out the door.
“For the hundredth time, yes. I think it’ll be good for you and your father to
spend some quality time together!” Shinobu beamed.
The idea had been Kira’s. He’d suggested that he and Hayato spend a week
together out camping in the woods to bond. Hayato, of course, knew what that
meant. He’d be stuck alone in a cabin in the woods with a dangerous man
masquerading as his father. Shinobu was none the wiser, however, and was eager
to have some quality time to herself.
The cabin wasn’t too far away, but it wasn’t exactly close to any town. They
drove in silence there, Hayato sitting quietly in the passenger seat and
staring out the window. Ever since last month, they’d had several more
rendezvous when Shinobu wasn’t around. Hayato had come to accept his father’s
abuse as a part of life, and knew that it was best to just let Kira take what
he wanted. It was over sooner that way. Hayato closed his eyes and rested his
head against the window, trying to relax. It was hard to do when he knew what
the coming week had in store for him. Suddenly, Kira pulled over, and Hayato
looked around. The road they were on looked far from any town, and there were
no other cars in sight. He turned to his father and gave Kira a questioning
look.
“Hey, uh… Dad? Why did you stop? Are we out of gas?” He asked, unbuckling his
seatbelt and stretching.
“Well, I get tired after driving for awhile. I thought you might want to get
out and stretch your legs, maybe have some lunch.” Kira said breezily. Hayato
raised an eyebrow, incredibly suspicious. His father was never this nice to him
unless his mom was around.
“Okay… Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” He asked suspiciously, hand
on the car door handle.
“I thought since we’re family now… We should try to get along for your mother’s
sake. Don’t you think, Hayato?” Kira asked, unbuckling his own seatbelt and
getting out of the car. The boy followed suit, still unsure of the man’s
motives.
“I guess… What are we gonna eat?” He asked, hopping down out of the car and
shutting the door firmly behind him. Kira opened the trunk of the car and
pulled out a basket.
“I packed us lunch. Your mother made you a bento box for the trip.” He
announced. Hayato felt his heart swell. His mom had gone through the trouble of
making him bento? That was… uncharacteristically sweet of her… Still, Hayato
shrugged and walked over to his father, who was laying down a blanket for them
to sit on.
After lunch, Hayato felt sleepy. Kira packed up their picnic supplies while his
son climbed into the passenger seat, yawning. Closing his eyes, the brunet
buckled his seatbelt and lay back against the seat. He heard the door open as
his father got into the driver’s seat. He was asleep before the car even
started.
***
Hayato’s brown eyes cracked open sleepily, and he felt his father carrying him.
Kira didn’t seem to notice he was awake, and opened a door, walking inside and
kicking it shut gently behind him. The little boy’s entire body felt like lead,
and he couldn’t move a muscle. All he could do was close his eyes and let sleep
drag him under once again.
***
When Hayato woke up, really woke up, he was somewhere dimly lit and his entire
body felt heavy and sore. He sat up, and it felt like he was moving in slow
motion. What had happened? He heard a door opened and looked towards it to see
his father’s silhouette in the doorway.
“Oh, you’re awake! Good boy. I was hoping you’d be up. I brought you
something…” Kira said, and Hayato could hear the smirk in his voice. He let out
a thick breath, and tried to move, but couldn’t. It felt like something was on
top of him, weighing his little body down… His father walked over to him and
knelt down, and Hayato noticed he was wearing his suit pants and a button-up
shirt, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows as if he was about to do some
serious work. Hayato felt like he should know what was coming next, but his
normally quick mind was moving at a snail’s pace. He could barely recall how to
write his name in kanji… Slipping under his shirt, Kira’s hands seemed to make
every bit of Hayato’s skin they touched tingle and ache for more of his touch…
What had Kira done to him?
Before Hayato knew it, all his clothes were on the floor and Kira’s tongue was
in his mouth. His father kissed him deeply, reaching one hand down to pinch one
of the boy’s sensitive pink nipples. All the brunette could do was whine and
moan at the stimulation, slowly pressing his legs together to hide his eagerly
stiffening cock. Kira had his body conditioned to get excited at this. Hayato
wanted to cry at the thought, but he didn’t know if he had the energy. Kira
finally removed his mouth from his son’s and leaned back, grabbing one of
Hayato’s small, limp hands and gently running his tongue over the boy’s
fingertips. His hands were so soft, not yet worn by time and work like so many
others… Kira wrapped his lips around two of the digits, swirling his tongue
around and between them sensually. He watched the boy’s face for his reactions,
smirking when he saw Hayato blush and flutter his big, brown doe eyes closed.
Kira felt the coil of arousal in his belly, in absolute bliss with Hayato’s
delicate fingers in his mouth, as he practically worshipped them with his
tongue. At last, he pulled off of them, breathing heavily.
“Such a good boy, Hayato darling… Maybe I should roofie you more often so you
can be better behaved when we make love. Now hold still so I can give you your
present…” He panted.
Of course: roofies. That explained it. That was why Hayato’s body was so heavy
and he was so delirious. Kira let Hayato’s hand go and turned away for a moment
to pick something up. It was a box, and when Kira opened it Hayato could make
out the nearly invisible outline of a single sterile hypodermic needle. Setting
it aside for a moment, Kira pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and wetted a
cotton ball with it. He pulled Hayato’s arm forward and wiped it with the cold
liquid. He picked up the syringe and rubbed down the needle as well before
holding it forward and pressing it into the boy’s skin. Hayato let out a weak
whimper, and watched as Kira pulled back on the plunger slightly to make sure
he’d pierced the vein. When he was sure he had, he pressed down and Hayato
whined loudly as he felt whatever it was flow into his system.
The effect was dizzying and almost immediate. Hayato’s vision swam and his
entire body felt like it was on fire, aching for the touch of flesh upon flesh.
Kira put the needle back in its box and set everything aside before leaning
forward and pinning his son to the floor. He leaned down and began to suck
hickeys all over Hayato’s pale, slender neck, murmuring unintelligible things
between nips. All Hayato could do was marvel at how his body was reacting,
occasionally letting out a small noise of pleasure. Kira moved and slowly
kissed down Hayato’s chest until he got to one of his perky pink nipples.
“Do you want Daddy to suck on your nipples, Hayato?” He purred, flicking his
tongue out for a fraction of a second to tease his son.
“Ah! Y-yes, Daddy…” He slurred, no longer able to deny his body what it wanted.
He hoped if he got this out of his system, he would be able to go to sleep and
his father would be done with him. Kira smirked and leaned forward once again,
wrapping his lips around the boy’s nipple. He swirled his tongue around the
tiny pink bud almost lovingly, making Hayato squirm and rut up against nothing,
desperate for friction on his wet, throbbing erection. Kira pulled off and
kissed down the boy’s chest until he got to his stomach. He kissed his son’s
flat stomach, pausing every now and again to lick a hot stripe along it that
got Hayato begging to be touched lower Daddy, please!
Still, Kira kept up his teasing pace, sucking hickeys on Hayato’s pale tummy as
well, knowing that nobody would know they were there but the two of them. Their
own dirty little secret… Slowly, Kira inched down to the place his son was so
desperately, sweetly, deliciously begging to be touched. Kira pulled back, his
mouth hovering just above Hayato’s aching, leaking cock, and breathing hot air
on it just to tease him.
“Is this what my filthy little boy wants me to taste next?” He asked, looking
up at the boy with dark, lusty eyes.
“O-o-oh… Yes, D-daddy…” He whined, legs shaking. Kira puckered his lips and
blew cold air on Hayato’s cock in response, making the brunette cry out at the
sudden change in temperature.
“Tell me how much you need it.” He growled, going back to breathing hot air on
him. The little boy was trembling all over, needy and desperate to be touched.
He felt as if his body would burn itself up if his father teased him any
longer.
“Daddy, please…” He gasped quietly, as if in prayer, “I need it… I need you to
touch me, Daddy. Please, don’t tease me anymore, Daddy… I promise I’ll be a
good boy… I just want you to touch me. Do whatever you want, just please stop
teasing me, Dadd- Ooooooh, Daddy…” His pleas were interrupted by their answer:
Kira’s hot, wet tongue licking up Hayato’s painfully hard cock. The man smirked
at the little boy’s reaction, tasting his precum as he licked the tip.
“You taste so sweet, baby… Does it feel good?” He purred, pressing a wet kiss
to Hayato’s tiny cock. The boy cried out in ecstasy and felt a shudder run
through him.
“Yes, Daddy… So good…” He moaned, tears prickling his eyes and flowing over
onto his red cheeks. The sensation was so overwhelming, and all he could do was
lie back and let it continue. Kira kept giving his small, hard cock tender
licks until Hayato was sobbing and shaking all over, begging to cum.
“Does my naughty little boy want Daddy to let him cum?” The man asked. Hayato
nodded frantically, desperate for release.
“Please, Daddy! I need to cum! It feels so good! Please let me cum, Daddy!” He
gasped, his tiny cock throbbing.
“Alright, Angel. Cum for me.” Kira purred in response. Hayato shuddered and
cried out once more, painting his stomach with streaks of white. He was
breathing hard, and his vision began to get dark. “Good boy. Now rest. I need
to go get you something…” Kira said, standing up and walking towards the
stairs. Hayato closed his eyes and felt himself slip under.
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
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He woke to Kira’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and he opened his eyes
slowly. His head hurt, and his concept of time was nonexistent. There were no
windows in the basement; only a light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
“Hi, sweetheart. Are you hungry?” Kira asked, voice suspiciously soft. Though
his tongue felt thick and heavy, Hayato found the strength to speak.
“That depends. Are you gonna roofie me again?” He asked, sitting up and
pressing his legs together on instinct. Kira smirked and walked over to the
boy, sitting down in front of him with a bowl of oatmeal.
“No, though you are cute like that. You need to eat, so I made you some oatmeal
with brown sugar, just like you like it.” He replied, picking up a spoonful and
holding it out to Hayato. “Open.” The boy did so, supposing he didn’t have much
of a choice, and moved the food around in his mouth, tasting for anything
suspicious. When he found that it tasted normal, he swallowed and opened his
mouth once again. They continued until the oatmeal was gone, and Kira smiled,
stroking Hayato’s hair lovingly. “Very good. I’ve got something new for us to
play with, Hayato. I’ll go put this bowl get it, okay?” He said, still smiling
eerily. Hayato looked at him suspiciously, but could do nothing but watch as
Kira walked upstairs with the empty bowl in hand. The brunette tried to stand
up, but found he was still too weak to do so.
“Damn…” He muttered, sighing heavily and closing his eyes for a moment. What
did Kira have in mind? Hayato never could tell with him. Still, at least he had
a full belly now, and he knew Kira wouldn’t hurt him too badly. Not physically,
anyway. He couldn’t risk getting caught. Still… Hayato jumped when the door
opened again and Kira came down holding something in his hands. Hayato took a
nervous, shaky breath as Kira set it down for a moment next to a lone chair in
the room and untied the boy, picking him up as if he were a young bride and
carrying him over to the aforementioned chair. He sat down, laying Hayato
across his lap on his stomach and reaching down to get what he’d brought in.
“Hayato, do you want to guess what I got?” Kira purred, and the boy’s eyes
widened, realizing what it was that he’d seen.
“Is… is it a paddle?” He asked, afraid of the answer.
“Mm-hmm… Now, try to hold still, baby. This is for your own good…” The man
responded, slowly rubbing the paddle over Hayato’s plump rear for a moment
before swiftly drawing it back and bringing it down hard. The boy felt the
sting and cried out, tears welling in his eyes, as his father wasted no time
before bringing it down yet again. Hayato’s cries of pain and sobs fell upon
deaf ears as Kira relentlessly paddled him again and again.
“AH! P-please, no more! It hurts! It HURTS! PLEASE! I just wanna go home!
Please let me go!” Hayato begged, tears streaming down his face. Kira stopped
for a moment, and gave him what was almost a pitying look.
“Oh, Hayato~ you’re so cute when you beg and scream like that… Don’t you know
that there’s nobody around to help you, or even HEAR you? So naïve…” he
chuckled, slowly rubbing the paddle over his son’s bright red ass as Hayato
wept into his hands.
“P-please, Daddy…” He pleaded.
Kira sighed exasperatedly. “Fine; just a few more, okay? Then Daddy will take
you upstairs for your bath. God, you’re so spoiled…” He murmured, holding up
the paddle and promptly swinging it down hard again a few more times. Once he
was satisfied (and had seen a few splotches of blood on the paddle and several
bruises on Hayato), Kira set down his weapon and picked up his son bridal
style, carrying him upstairs and laying him down in his bed. Hayato let his
teary eyes close for a moment as he heard water running. He still felt the
burning impact on his ass, but was too tired and drugged to do anything but lie
in bed at the moment. He felt himself go under, slowly, and sighed deeply.
Hayato woke up to the feeling of being slipped into a warm, silky bath, and
opened his big brown eyes slowly. Kira smiled gently at him, and Hayato winced
when he felt his sore bottom touch the tub. The older man shushed him and
kissed Hayato’s forehead, acting almost suspiciously gentle. Still, Hayato was
too tired to do anything, so he just let it happen. Kira leaned down and kissed
his son deeply once he was settled in the bath, slipping his tongue against
Hayato’s and moaning into his mouth.
“Such a good boy for Daddy… Just close your eyes and relax, baby…” Kira purred,
reaching down between the boy’s legs and palming his cock gingerly. Hayato
whined and kissed Kira back reluctantly. The man slowly rubbed Hayato, feeling
him stiffen up again under his touches.
“Daddy… It hurts…” He murmured against Kira’s lips, eyes closed and tears
slipping down his cheeks.
“I know, baby. I know. But try to relax. I’m going to make you feel good, okay?
And then I’ll wash you up and put you to bed.” Kira replied, kissing his son
deeply once again. Hayato shuddered; pressing his legs together while Kira
gently stroked him closer and closer to the edge. Hayato was still sensitive
all over, and he came quickly and without much warning, crying out and shaking
like a leaf. After that, it was a blur, but Kira washed Hayato gently all over
with sweet smelling soap and rinsed him down, wrapping him in a fluffy towel
and intimately drying him off. Hayato was half asleep as Kira rubbed the soft
fabric of the towel between his legs, drying him more thoroughly than was
probably necessary. Still, when he was done, Kira put the boy in his clean,
warm pajamas and tucked him into bed, getting into his own and climbing in next
to him. He pulled his son close to him and held onto him tightly, almost
comfortingly. Hayato closed his tired eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling the
scent of Kira’s soap and expensive cologne. The boy buried his face in his
father’s chest, and for a moment, he let himself hope that things would get
better. He fell asleep still hoping.
***
Hayato woke up to a sensation inside of him, and looked up to see his father
looming over him, buried up to the hilt in his tight ass. Hayato’s eyes widened
and he let out a small cry of surprise.
“D-Daddy, what are you doing?” He asked, shaking hard once again.
“Shhh… It’s okay, baby. Just go back to sleep. You looked so cute, I couldn’t
help myself. I had to fuck your cute little ass again. Just relax and let Daddy
use you.” He purred, reaching down and stroking Hayato’s hair lovingly. The boy
stared up in horror as Kira began to thrust in out of him, and was momentarily
thankful that the man had used a lot of lube and prepped him accordingly at
least. Still, his body felt just as full as it always did when his father
fucked him, and he looked down to see his stomach bulging out. He whined and
put a hand on the bulge, feeling how hard Kira was, and his heart pounded.
Hayato whimpered, tiny cock leaking precum as he stroked his father through his
stomach, not sure why he was giving in, but still hypnotized by the sight. It
reminded him of the scene in Alien where that thing burst out of John Hurt’s-
Hayato squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rid his mind of the image, not wanting
to think about something like that happening to him. Suddenly, his mind went
blank, and he cried out in blissful agony as Kira found his prostate and rubbed
against it, making the boy arch his back in ecstasy.
“DADDY!” He whimpered, eyes fluttering closed and heartbeat quickening. Kira
smirked down at his son and fucked into him again, watching the way the boy
squirmed beneath him. Oh, he was in for a long night…
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