Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Eli is on the beach, listening to the sounds of the rolling waves and the radio. The distorted lyrics of ‘Kids in America’ plays, but he still knows the words. The sand looks almost pink from the sunset, and the tide is coming in nicely. He’s laying on a deckchair, and leans forward to take sips from a coloured straw from a coconut that one of the many girls here are holding for him. She’s kneeling beside him with her long blonde hair and tan skin, and there are two others, also in the smallest possible bikinis, fanning him with huge leaves.

There’s one girl he’s had his eye on, with short curly red hair. Her curves aren’t as pronounced as the others, who seem to jiggle with every step, but her icy blue eyes entrance him. She runs up to him and extends her hand, saying nothing, and Eli takes it, racing across the sand, led by her. 

He gets into the water to swim with her, and she laughs so adorably. Her hair gets soaked, but she still looks amazing, and he’s sure he’s as handsome as ever, glistening in the evening sunlight. The cool water is so pleasant, and she gestures for him to come closer, before swimming further into the ocean. He follows, and watches as she dives deep into the clear blue. He takes an inhale of breath and does the same, and his eyes don’t even sting under water. He sees her clearly and gets closer, and she takes both of his hands in hers. The water begins to feel warm and he’s confused for a moment, before, miraculously, whilst underwater, she says, “Kiss me.” 

He leans in and closes his eyes, but when he opens them, he is in the dark box of a room he has grown used to.

“Huh?” Eli rubbed his eyes. Why does he still feel so warm… and wet? He didn’t cum did he? No, this is more than that…

Eli sat up. He was absolutely soaked. “Fuck… Not again…” He grabbed the torch he had hidden under his pillow (along with some rather raunchy magazines) and switched it on. He saw the wet stain on the blanket, and pushed it away. On a rare night where he didn’t sleep naked, he had wet himself like a child, once again. He really thought the other day would have been the last time.

He got out of bed, and suddenly felt cold. He didn’t have any other clothes he could wear, so he’d have to find those too. 

“Ugh…” This was so gross. It reeked of piss. Eli put on his gloves and pulled off the sheets and blanket and gathered them up into a tight bundle once he had put on his boots, then carefully opened the door, and stuck his head out, checking both sides of the corridor. The other kids who were staying in this part of Mother Base were asleep in their own rooms. At least Eli didn’t have to share. 

He left his room, closing the door behind him with his free hand. Around the corner was a Diamond Dog soldier, and Eli froze up. That was new. He was facing the other way, seemingly looking at the vast ocean below, but would be sure to see him when he walked across him to the laundry room. Behind him was a dead end too.

Eli took a step forward. The man didn’t turn his head. He walked a little further, and still no sign of the man taking notice, so he kept going, and then heard a loud snore. The Diamond Dog was asleep at his post! Eli exhaled and cautiously went past him. He wasn’t doing a bloody good job at keeping the children safe, if anyone could walk in and out of this hallway, and the kids’ doors didn’t lock, but Eli was glad for that. 

It was a clear shot to the laundry room, a light just above the door giving it an angelic glow, where Eli could chuck the sheets into a basket and walk away, and no-one would know. He was walking much quicker now, checking behind him every now and again, but there was not a soul on this side of the platform. The cool midnight air made the wetness between his thighs even colder, so it was even more of a reason to hurry up, reaching his arm out to grasp the door handle, but just as he did so, he felt a gloved hand on his bare shoulder. 

“What are you up to, kid?” It was Ocelot. Eli had no idea where he had appeared from, and turned around, making sure to hold the sheets in front of his crotch to hide his shame. At least his erection was beginning to settle down.

“Oh…” Ocelot chuckled. “You had one of those dreams, did you?” He folded his arms, knowingly. Eli stayed quiet.

“Aw.” Ocelot ruffled Eli’s messy hair. “Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed, y’know? Happens to kids your age. Don’t grow up too fast now, alright?” 

Eli laughed awkwardly, hoping he’d leave him alone, but Ocelot glanced at what he was carrying. 

“You… needed to wash your bedsheets and your blanket?” 

“Oh, um…” Eli clutched the sheets tighter to his chest. “I just thought, well, for hygiene, and besides, you make us change everything weekly anyway!”

“Good point.” Ocelot nodded. “Hey, what about your underwear then?”

“I… Um… They’re in there somewhere!” Eli nervously laughed again. 

“Right, so you don’t need new clothes?” Ocelot raised an eyebrow.

“I…I don’t really have many–” 

“Alright, well, you can leave these to me, and I’ll find you some in there. I wouldn’t get dressed in there though, there’s cameras–” Ocelot grabbed hold of the bundle of sheets in Eli’s hands. The boy tried to hold on tight, but Ocelot yanked them away, “C’mon kid, I’m wearing gloves anyway!”

“No!” Eli covered his face with his hands. 

“Oh!” Ocelot saw the wet stain on his shorts. He held the bed sheets and blanket further away from him. “So… It was a different sort of accident, then?” 

“I-I’m sorry!” Eli clenched his fists tight by his sides, and stared at the floor, his face hot with shame. “Please don’t tell anyone!”

“Hey, calm down…” Ocelot took a step closer, lowering his voice. “It’s our little secret now.” He handed the sheets back to Eli.

Eli glanced up at him again, and the man smiled. “Eli, honestly, it’s fine. Just… put your stuff in the basket, and come back to my room, I’ll let you shower and fetch you some new clothes.”

“Your room?” Eli tilted his head. “I can use the other showers–”

“Oh, the one on your kids’ side? It’s not open right now. We’re saving water, and besides, we thought it would be safer for you guys.”

“...Are you sure? Don’t you need to sleep?” Eli asked, as Ocelot opened the door to the laundry room. 

“That’s oddly considerate of you to say, Eli.” Ocelot mused as he walked inside. “You can put your stuff in that big basket there, it’ll get washed in a few hours. Gosh, it’s almost dawn.”

“So… You weren’t going back to sleep, or anything?” Eli dumped the damp sheets in the basket and turned back to Ocelot.

“No, no, I just woke up actually. I’ve got work to do soon though. I wanted to have a walk around, clear my head, y’know? Didn’t think I’d bump into you.” The man chuckled lightly. 

“Right…” Eli followed him back out.

“Come on, my room isn’t far. It’s still dark out, so don’t worry about people noticing the stain.” Ocelot gave him a pat on the back and then they began to walk, side by side, at first in silence, but then Eli sighs.

“I can’t believe this…” The boy mumbles. “I’m not a kid…”

“Still feeling embarrassed, huh?” Ocelot glanced down at him.

Eli folded his arms. “Well, yeah, can you fucking blame me?!”

“Firstly, watch your language!” Ocelot scolds him, but Eli can tell he’s not being that serious. “Secondly… It is quite strange for a boy your age to be wetting the bed. None of the other kids have done that.”

“Oh, well, thanks for that!” Eli remarked sarcastically, as Ocelot pulled out a keycard from his pocket. 

“Sorry.” He swiped the keycard, and the door beeped in response. “Come on in.” Ocelot pulled open the door, and Eli was quiet as he entered. It was far better than his prison cell of a room, but that was to be expected. The bed was huge, and nicely made. He even had a wardrobe, a desk, and a television set. 

“That’s my bathroom there.” Ocelot gestured to a door inside the room. 

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Eli is stunned by how human the room feels. He used to wish he could have decorations in his room when he was in England, but those bastards were always so stingy. 

“Go ahead. I’ll have new clothes for you when you get out, but try not to be too long.”

“Okay…” Eli went to the door, but just before he entered, Ocelot called out to him.

“Hey, Eli?” 

The boy turned his head back to him. “What?”

“Has this happened to you before? The bedwetting?”

“Why do you care?!” Eli snapped. 

“I’m just curious!” Ocelot held his hands up defensively. “I’m not trying to embarrass you or anything, it’s just… well… they say that bedwetting in older kids is often linked to trauma… and you’ve not had an easy life…”

“I…” Eli rolled his eyes, inwardly chastising himself, before turning to fully face Ocelot, “Okay, it’s been a problem for years! There, are you happy?!” He blurted out and was about to head into the bathroom, but Ocelot stopped him again, 

“I can help you.”

Eli sighed and despite his better judgement, turned around once more. “How?”

“Hypnosis.” Ocelot proudly stated.

“Hypnosis?” Eli scoffed. “I thought you were a torture expert, not a magician.”

Ocelot sat on the edge of the bed as he explained, “Well, there’s psychology in torture and hypnosis. It’s the power of persuasion. I need to dig into the inside of your mind, and find your triggers, then counter them.”

“And you really think you can do that?” Behind Eli’s mocking tone is a level of curiosity. Hypnosis sounds rather extreme and yet…

“It’s all up to you whether I try or not, kid.” Ocelot shrugged. “It’s just an idea. I’ll let you think it over in the shower.”

“...Alright.” Eli gave nothing away with his expression, and went into the bathroom, where there was already a towel for him. He supposed Ocelot was planning a shower for himself first, but now Eli took his chance. The boy pulled off his boots and left them on the floor, alongside with his rolled up combat fatigues that he wore as if they were shorts, since they were too long for him. He was naked under them, so all that was left were his gloves, which he then removed.

“Ocelot!” Eli opened the door ever so slightly.

“Yeah?” The man came over to him. “What's up?”

“Can you take these clothes to the laundry when you go to get my new ones?” Eli asked, and Ocelot nodded. The boy closed the door again before grabbing the clothes. He opened it just enough again to give them to Ocelot, then stepped into the shower cubicle and pressed the button to start the flow of the water, which was way warmer than the public ones, and fairly soothing. 

He picked up the soap, but it slipped out of his wet hands, so he quickly bent down and grabbed it again, thinking of that famous saying, though he wasn't completely sure of its meaning. Eli washed his body clean, and was sure to use Ocelot's fancy shampoo, which smelled of coconut and lychee according to the bottle. It was nicer than anything he'd ever used before. As he scrubbed his scalp, he pondered on the concept of hypnosis. What if it didn't work? What if Eli was cursed to forever hold such an embarrassing defect? What if it was because he was the inferior clone? Something had gone wrong when they had made him, perhaps? 

As the shampoo washed out, he realised that he didn't have any alternative methods but to accept Ocelot's help, as unconventional as it seemed. 

He'd only been in for a few minutes, but he didn't really want to go yet. The water was nice. He thought of his dream again. God, that girl was a total babe…

Eli's hands slid down to his cock. It was tricky to ever find the time to jerk off here. Anyone could walk into the public showers, and in his own room, he was equally paranoid. 

The tween closed his eyes and imagined that girl again. He imagined that they were under a waterfall together. Imagined the water soaking her clothes and revealing the shape of her body. He gave himself a few strokes, and he was erect. How long had it been since he was able to cum? 

Eli thrusted into his own hand, imagining it was her pussy, and that she was moaning and clenching around his manhood. 

“Ngh…” He let a noise of pleasure escape.

He can envision it all, fucking in the middle of nature, the way it should be, nothing but primal desire as he stroked faster, feeling the pooling heat in his stomach grow even hotter.

“Oh, fuckkkk…” He whined getting closer, so had to bite his lip as he jerked off, not even caring about the fact he was in Ocelot's bathroom.

“Ah~!” He couldn't help himself from crying out when he climaxed, the thin milky fluid spurting out immediately washing away. 

“You okay in there?” Ocelot called out to him from behind the door, and Eli snapped out from his lust filled haze.

“Oh, um, yeah! J-just getting out now!” He turned the shower off and dried himself with the towel.

“Where are the clothes?” Eli asked, hoping Ocelot could just open the door enough to hand them to him.

“Oh, just get changed out here, more space!” Ocelot said and Eli reluctantly opened the door, clutching the towel around his body tighter.

“Don't worry, kid, I'll turn around. No cameras in here either, unlike that laundry.” He gives Eli a plain white shirt and some underwear.

“Right…” Eli wondered if that meant he had been seen in the laundry before bringing in his stained sheets and getting undressed a few times, then suddenly noticed that Ocelot hadn't provided him with any trousers.

“Oh, right…” Ocelot began to explain. “I couldn't find any that would have fit you. I'm not even sure the underwear will be small enough for you, but it's either that or the girls’ ones, and I didn't think you'd accept that option.” He chuckled. “Don't worry, I'll find you some later. The shirt will be big on you to cover yourself.” Ocelot turned around, and Eli let the towel drop to the floor. He stepped into the plain black briefs he’d been given, and then pulled the shirt over his head, his wet hair dripping onto it. It was barely enough to cover his crotch, but it would have to do for now. 

“I’m done.” Eli said, and Ocelot turned to look at him, his eyes lingering on Eli’s bare legs. The boy hadn’t dried himself thoroughly, and the thin t-shirt was clinging to his body.

“So, you want me to try hypnotherapy?”

“It’s worth a try, I guess.” Eli shrugs, then pulls the hem of the shirt down, suddenly insecure. 

“Hey, it’s fine. I’ll get you more stuff later, remember? Now… I think it’s best that you’re as comfortable as possible for this to have the best effect. Lie down on the bed, please.” He gestured to the neatly made bed behind him. 

“Um…” Eli was feeling rather tired after his warm shower, so despite not really thinking it was a good idea, he found himself hopping up onto the bed. Ocelot brought over the chair from his desk, and put it beside Eli, who was adjusting the pillow behind his head.

“There, just relax.” Ocelot’s voice was soothing. The boy fixed his shirt to cover his underwear, as it had rode up when he shuffled backwards on the bed. Ocelot smiled at him, sitting on the chair as if he was about to tell Eli a bedtime story. 

“So, first of all,” Ocelot begins. “I want to ask you if there’s anything you notice about these accidents. Anything in common.”

“Ummm…” Eli stared at the ceiling as he thought. “I…I’m not sure.”

“I need something to work with here, Eli. Think carefully. Is it the same time of night when it happens?” Ocelot prompts him.

“It tends to be around… 3am maybe? But… when I was on my own, it might have been different, since I didn’t know the time then.” 

“Hmmm… Right. Well, is there anything else in common with these accidents? Any dreams, perhaps?” Ocelot leaned forward slightly, and Eli gasped.

“Yes! I always wake up from dreams when it happens.”

“What kind of dreams?” Ocelot probes further. “Are they more like nightmares?”

“Sometimes… I mean… sometimes I have dreams about drowning…” Eli recalled. “But then sometimes they’re not scary at all. Like the one I had earlier, I was on the beach…”

“Drowning, huh?” Ocelot leaned back in the chair again. He folded his arms and continued, “So, what about this beach dream? Did you go in the water?”

“Yes… The water felt warm, and then I woke up.” Eli chose to leave out the kiss thing. It didn’t seem relevant, and besides, he’d embarrassed himself enough already. 

“Okay… Interesting.” Ocelot commented. “It was raining earlier. Do you think maybe your accidents are more frequent on rainy days?”

“Oh…” Now that he thought about it, that had been the case. The sound of the ocean waves, or rain was usually what he heard on nights where he had woken up with wet sheets. “Yes, I think so.”

“Alright.” Ocelot stretched his arms out in front of him, then said, “Your triggers seem water related. Maybe you have some water related trauma?”

“Not that I can think of…” Eli truthfully admits. He was an excellent swimmer. 

“Okay, well, I guess I can work with those facts.” The man stood up and went back to the desk, opening one of the drawers. Eli didn’t sit up to check, and the man returned, placing the object on the bedside table, then he heard a rhythmic ticking.

“Now, just relax.” Ocelot sat on the chair again. “Listen to the ticking sound.”

“What is it?” Eli glanced at him. 

“It’s just a metronome, now be quiet, please.” Ocelot reminded him. “You can close your eyes if you’d like.” 

Eli did his best to stay focused on the ticking sound, its gentle rhythm rather calming.

“That’s it… Good boy.” Ocelot whispered. “Just focus on your breathing. You might start feeling a little light. That’s alright.”

After a minute or two of thinking of his breathing and the metronome’s ticking, he did feel quite strange.

“Oh, I forgot to mention…” Ocelot spoke at a normal volume again. “When you’re under this form of hypnosis… you probably won’t have much control. You won’t even remember what I did, until you wake up.”

Eli was hardly listening. He was too deep in his trance already.

“Okay… Now, I want you to think of water. Lakes… rivers… the ocean.” Ocelot listed, and Eli could picture them all in his head. “Think of rain… of waterfalls, of floods.” Eli could have sworn he could hear the sounds of running water alongside the ticking.

“Now… keep thinking of that… And now, I’m going to snap my fingers, and you’ll be under completely, in 3… 2… 1.”

That was the last thing Eli could remember. The rest was like being asleep. 

When he awoke again, it was sunny outside, and the other lights were turned off. He was confused as to where he was, looking down at the shirt that had ridden up to his chest and  bare legs on a stranger’s bed, his heart rate spiking, before Ocelot spoke calmly,

“Hey, kid… It’s alright. You’re safe.” 

“What happened?!” Eli sat up suddenly, then felt incredibly dizzy.

“You had an accident in your room, remember?” Ocelot gave a gentle smile. “And then I found you going to the laundry, and you came here–”

“Oh, right… I remember now… you did something to me…” Eli’s memories were hazy. He remembered laying on the bed and Ocelot saying some things.

“Yes…” Ocelot sat on the corner of the bed. “You agreed to let me try some hypnotherapy, to erase the triggers from your mind.”

“So… do you think it worked?” Eli yawned.

“We’ll see.” Ocelot replied. “It’s about 10am. I told the other kids and the instructors that you weren’t feeling too well, but it’s a nice day. You can play outside later if you feel up to it, but you don’t have to go to lessons.”

“Okay…” Eli liked the sound of that. Those lessons were boring and simple. He was already smart enough. “So… where are my old clothes?”

“On the chair. Boots are on the floor. They’re nice and washed now, and some new sheets and a blanket will be in your room.” Ocelot pointed. “You can go to the bathroom here and get changed, then you should probably grab something to eat from the Mess Hall. I have some work to do, but I’ll see you later. Boss’ll be home too, I reckon.”

“You won’t tell him, right?” Eli slowly got off the bed, his feet making contact with the cold floor.

“Nope. Not sure he’d think of me trying such a drastic method on you.” Ocelot stood up. Eli grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom. He woke himself up by washing his face in cold water, and went to piss, though not much came out. When he left the room, finally back in his usual outfit, Ocelot remarked,

“It’s strange… you don’t seem to have many clothes apart from those ones you’re wearing now.”

“You can have these ones back. I like mine.” Eli gives him the crumpled heap of clothes, the underwear included.

“You… You aren’t wearing underwear?” Ocelot raises an eyebrow, seeing them rolled up inside the white shirt.

“No. I never do. Feels weird, and not wearing them makes things easier.” Eli explained, walking over to grab his boots from beside the chair. 

“Easier? Hm… Yeah. I suppose it does.” Ocelot chuckles slightly. “Now, it’s a hot day outside. You stay hydrated, okay? Plenty of fruit and water in the Mess Hall for you.”

“Alright, alright, I will.” Eli laced up his boots and followed Ocelot out of the door to go to the Mess Hall.

“I have to go, Eli. But yeah, drink up. Sun’s out all day.” Ocelot gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Come see me again if another accident happens.” He said quietly, and Eli nodded before going to eat. It was pretty hot out. Eli usually did make sure to not drink too much water, lest his afternoon naps be disturbed by his issue, but now that Ocelot had seemingly cured him, he decided to drink a lot of water, and ate an apple for breakfast, since lunch was close enough anyway.

Eli felt as if he truly had been changed in some way, like he was finally free of a curse, but little did he know, Ocelot never did anything just because he felt like it… he always had a motive…

Chapter Text

When Eli went to bed following the hypnosis, he didn’t have much faith that Ocelot’s treatment had worked. He woke up the next morning dry, and considered it a fluke. Ocelot smiled at him when Eli walked past to go to the Mess Hall, and Eli maintained his signature scowl. It was raining that night, and Eli was once again unsure of the hypnosis, since the sound of the rain against the building was so loud, but again, he slept peacefully, and did not have an accident. 

He had a spring in his step that day, and went out to play with the other kids (though he preferred to see it as training), and didn’t cause a fuss in lessons. He went to bed, after drinking a full glass of water, and again woke up with a dry bed. This was brilliant! The next time he saw Ocelot, he allowed himself to flash a smile back. Now that Eli was able to get a proper night’s sleep, he found himself feeling far less agitated by everyone, and didn’t have to live with the fear of his terrible secret being discovered. 

For the rest of the week, he was reasonably well behaved, until, almost a week after Eli’s hypnosis, he got into trouble in lessons for arguing with the annoying woman teaching them how to write properly. (Eli’s handwriting was perfectly fine! If anything, he thought, it was good if not everyone can read it!) 

Due to this little outburst, where he threw a pen at her rather curvaceous behind, he had to go see Ocelot to discuss his punishment, which was usually a half-assed apology and having to clean up something to instill ‘discipline’, however when he went to the man’s office, he didn’t seem too mad, rather curious.

“Well, Eli… I can’t say I’m impressed with your behaviour today.” Ocelot sighed, flicking through some record he had of Eli’s actions, which he was no doubt logging to report to his father. “But…” He closed the file and leaned forward. “You have been doing considerably better. Last week we had four complaints, and this week only one… I take it, the hypnosis has worked?” 

Eli nodded, and the man continued, “Good… I’m glad. But, uh, I also forgot to mention… it’s not necessarily a permanent solution…”

“What do you mean?” Eli scoffed. “So, what, it’ll, like… stop working?” His hands clutched the edge of the desk.

“Yes…” Ocelot admitted. “Though, with repeat sessions, it will eradicate the issue. You don’t just go to therapy once and feel better forever, y’know?” 

“Oh… right.” Eli thought that made sense. 

“But don’t worry. Come back to my room tonight and I can do another session.” Ocelot told him, and Eli raised an eyebrow in response. “So, what about my punishment?” 

“I can’t really think of anything right now. Just apologise to her tomorrow.” Ocelot shrugged. 

“Okay…” Eli hopped down from the chair. “I’m free to go?” Ocelot nodded and went back to making some notes, but as Eli opened the door, the man said, “Eli, make sure you keep the hypnosis thing a secret for now, okay? Be discreet when coming to visit me.” The boy nodded in response, not thinking too much of it. 

Eli wasn’t questioned by any Diamond Dog that night when he had left his room beyond the children’s curfew. He supposed Ocelot may have informed them to ignore him, but even if they hadn’t, Eli could have given them the slip easily, especially since it was dark outside now. He remembered the way to Ocelot’s private quarters and knocked sharply on the door, and the man opened it promptly.

“Come in.” Ocelot allowed the boy to enter. Inside, the radio was playing something Eli had heard a few times around Mother Base, and there was a faint scent of cigars. The bedsheets were a little messed up compared to last time, and the window was open slightly. Ocelot adjusted his clothes which looked like they’d been thrown on in a hurry, which was strange considering the time of day. 

Ocelot began to whistle along to the radio’s song, as he fixed the bedsheets. “Sorry about the mess, kid.” He said when he noticed Eli watching with curiosity. 

“It’s fine.” Eli stood around until he was done. 

“You can, uh, take your jacket and shoes off. Just leave ‘em by the chair.” Ocelot waved his hand in the chair’s direction and Eli did so, and took notice of a VHS player and TV on Ocelot’s desk. He wasn’t sure that was there last time, though perhaps he had just missed it?

“Okay, sorry about that.” Ocelot stepped back from the bed. “Now, just come here and lie down again.” He instructed and Eli complied. Ocelot picked up the metronome on the desk and set it down on the bed-side table near Eli, and set its rhythm. 

“Now, same as last time… listen to the ticking and the sound of my voice. Clear your mind of anything else.” Ocelot’s voice is gentle and soothing, drawing Eli in. 

“I’ll be diving a bit deeper into your subconscious, which means the hypnosis will be deep. Again, you won’t really remember any of this… but don't worry. It’s so that I can reach into your mind without the barriers that people tend to put up with such a topic.”

Eli didn’t respond, feeling that strange sensation of getting lighter and lighter, and focusing on that instead.

“Good…” Ocelot purred. “This will be easy…” His voice trailed away, and Eli slipped into Ocelot’s control.

Ocelot clicked his fingers and Eli sat up, dazed once again. “Huh? What?”

“Hey, kiddo. You’re alright.” Ocelot calmly said. He was sitting on a chair beside the bed. “You came back for another hypnotherapy session, remember?”

“Oh…” Eli yawned. “Yeah… um… thanks.” Eli felt like he should be getting back to his own bed to sleep, and tried to shuffle off the bed, swinging one leg off the side, but Ocelot placed a gloved hand on his thigh.

“Hey, there’s… something we need to talk about.” His tone was serious. Eli gulped.

“My punishment?” He had figured this was coming. 

“Hmm, well… I prefer to see this as payment for your treatment, rather than a punishment.” Ocelot chuckled. 

Eli tilted his head in confusion. “Payment? You never said I had to–” 

“Oh, I must have forgotten to say that.” Ocelot grinned. “Nothing in this world is free, you know?”

“But you know I don’t have any money.” Eli reminded him. “I hardly have anything–”

“I’d say you do have something .” Ocelot stroked his hand up Eli’s thigh, his fingers roaming underneath the fabric of his camo-print fatigues he’d fashioned into shorts, making the boy’s blood run cold. 

“W-what are you–” Eli’s voice cracked, making Ocelot’s smile widen. 

“Eli, the time that I take to treat you eats into the time I have with your father. He was here before and I had to tell him to leave, because I knew you were coming.” Ocelot explained, his voice just as soft as when he put Eli under his spell. 

“What does my father have to do with this?” Eli stayed still, trying to ignore Ocelot’s roaming hand, trying to show no fear.

“Oh, Eli, you’re not really that naive are you?” Ocelot pulls his hand away suddenly, and leans back in the chair, his grey eyes scanning Eli’s pre-teen body. “Though, then again… you are your father’s son.” 

Eli shuffled backwards onto the bed cautiously, so he was out of Ocelot’s reach. “I don’t understand what–”

“You do.” Ocelot stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, staring down at Eli. “You know… both of us, as men, have needs, Eli.” The man gave a sympathetic look. “Must be hard for you. A young man, experiencing desires, with no outlet. There’s hardly any privacy for you to release your frustrations.” He spoke in euphemism, but Eli understood perfectly well, and could feel his cheeks flushing red. It wasn’t the sort of thing he’d ever discussed before, especially not with an adult. 

“So, if you help me… I can help you. Hypnotherapy and a way to… gain some experience!” Ocelot clasped his hands together, the leather gloves squeaking with the friction. 

“With you?!” Eli grimaced. “That’s gay! I’m not doing that!” He pushed himself back against the headboard.

“It feels good, no matter who you’re getting it from, y’know? Your father doesn’t seem to mind.” Ocelot replied, speaking casually as if he hadn’t made such a ridiculous proposal.

“I’m twelve , you fucking nonce!” Eli yelled, picking up a pillow as a weapon, as Ocelot went around the side of the bed to get closer to the boy.

“Shhh! Eli, calm down!” Ocelot held his hands up in defense. “Okay, look, maybe… I misread things.”

“Misread?!” Eli exclaims. “What–”

“I mean, I just thought, since you clearly had no qualms getting naked in front of a camera, where adults are watching–”

Eli’s eyes widened. He clutched the pillow tighter to his chest. “What are you on about?!”

Ocelot sighed heavily. He went over to his desk, and turned the TV to face the bed before switching it on. “Inside here is a tape of security footage from the laundry room.”

Eli stood up and jumped off the bed to see what Ocelot had meant.

On the TV screen showed footage of Eli walking into the room, carrying a bundle of bedsheets, with a clear dark stain on the front of his shorts. The boy gasped, watching his past self throw the sheets into the basket, pull off his shoes, then yank down his piss-soaked shorts in full view of the camera, his cock fully visible, and his ass when he turned around to pick the item of clothing up. 

“Oh, God…” Eli’s face had gone bright red as he realised just how many times he had undressed in that room.

“You really had no idea there were cameras in there, huh?” Ocelot patted the boy’s back. “Oh, boy… that’ll teach you to check rooms if you do espionage work. And maybe wear underwear… though, then again, you’d have taken those off too–”

“Why do you have this?!” Eli glared at the man. “You sick pervert! I bet you enjoy this!”

“No, no, it’s not what you’re thinking!” Ocelot switched off the TV. “The guys monitoring the room decided it would be best to hand those tapes of you to me, so that they wouldn’t get out. Pretty honorable of them, right?” He ejected the tape from the player. “It wouldn’t be good to have these floating around, for your sake, and ours. I took them for safety reasons!”

“So… why not destroy them if they have something illegal on them? Won’t you get in trouble for owning this?” Eli smirked. He had evidence that Ocelot was doing something bad, and his father would have to believe him. 

“Well… I did consider it. And, yes… you do have a point… but…” Ocelot raised his finger. “Do you really want your father to know about this? Your problem will become widely known. I saw the tapes and decided I could help you in the least humiliating way possible! You’d have likely refused the conventional treatment.” Ocelot inspected the tape in his hands, holding it close to him. “Eli… if you tell people about what happened between us tonight, and the other night, you’re the one who loses. No more hypnotherapy for you, meaning your problem will return. You’ll be poked and prodded, physically and mentally, by the counselors and doctors. And you’ll lose your reputation amongst the other kids… so, y’know I could show your father these tapes–”

Eli shook his head. “No! Please, don’t!” He hated having to beg, but what else could he do?

“Hm.” Ocelot leaves the tape on the desk and sits on the edge of the bed, his thighs spread slightly apart. “I can’t force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to, gosh , no. I’d hate to do that.”

“So… I don’t have to… do anything with you?” Eli asked, feeling sick at the thought.

“You don’t have to… but it’s in your best interest.” Ocelot’s warm smile made Eli freeze up.

He either gave in and lost his dignity one way, or refused and risked losing it in another way. 

The boy couldn’t back down, his pride wouldn’t let him!

“No!” Eli backed away. “You can keep your stupid hypnosis, and keep your tapes to wank to, you fag! If you try and touch me, I-I’ll–”

“Alright.” Ocelot crossed his legs and folded his arms. “It’s all up to you. You’re your own man.”

“Good!” Eli didn’t think it would be that simple. He quickly put on his boots and jacket, and as his hand grasped the door handle, Ocelot’s voice startled him.

“Oh! Just one more thing, Eli… just to consider.” He cleared his throat as Eli turned his head back in disgust. “I’ve got more control of your hypnosis than you think–”

“Whatever, you noncy bastard!” Eli slammed the door behind him and made his way back to his room, blinking back tears as all he could imagine was Ocelot’s pleased expression as he watched the tapes of Eli peeling wet fabric from his body, everything on display without his consent, getting off to it again and again.

Chapter Text

Eli had gone to his quarters as quickly as he could, his heart still pounding from the encounter with Ocelot. Even if he had escaped him for now, he had still been robbed of his dignity, all because of those stupid tapes that exposed both his body and his secret! How could he have been so foolish? Of course there’d be cameras in there, they were just about everywhere. He checked his room regularly for them, and now that he knew Ocelot was some depraved freak, he would have to check again, but his room came up clean. 

He tossed and turned in his bed, replaying the events in his head, but eventually fell asleep, though he woke up with a terrible headache. At least his sheets were clean, he thought, as he went to the Mess Hall to drink some water and ate some gross-looking gruel. It was quite a grey day outside, though still warm enough for the other kids to be playing outside on one of the platforms, kicking around a ball. 

Eli needed a distraction from his problems, so decided that he would teach the others how to properly play football. He nicked some wet floor signs that were on a nearby platform and set them up as goalposts, then split them into teams, though this took time for them to decide how they did it. In the end Eli put everyone without shirts onto one team, and the ones with on the other, of course making himself captain of the shirtless team, then explained in Kikongo some basic rules. 

“Don’t hold back!” Eli said, throwing the ball up into the air, allowing the match to start. He’d placed one of the taller boys in goal, hoping his long limbs gave some advantage, and as captain made sure to encourage his team, though, not always in the nicest ways. He got hold of the ball quickly and controlled it well, making sure there was no way he could be tackled. He legged it over to their goal, and okay, maybe he did shove one or two of the boys before they could kick the ball, but he was able to shoot into the goal, and their keeper wasn’t even able to react! He whooped and cheered, and made sure his team followed suit, celebrating their dear captain’s skills. Eli was beginning to forget all about Ocelot and his proposition, and got lost completely in the game, treating it as if he was playing the finals of the World Cup. In another life, he could have been England’s Captain, and would have whipped his shirt over his head and been lifted up by his team as the crowd went insane. 

“Fucking move it!” Eli yelled at one of his own teammates, who was just getting in the way. They were supposed to be a defender, and yet all they did was just stand around dawdling near the goal, letting their opposition get close to scoring. Eli had to do something, and even though it wasn’t his job, he slide tackled the boy with the ball before he could shoot, making him yelp as he fell over. He turned around with the ball and dashed back to the other side, whilst his team hung back like cowards. 

“C’mon! What are you guys doing!?” Eli turned his head back to see that almost everyone was still over by the boy he tackled. 

“He’s hurt!” One of his teammates said. Eli rolled his eyes, kicking the ball up to grab it in his hands as he walked over. The kid was on the ground, holding his ankle and sniffling.

“Oh, don’t be a crybaby!” Eli scoffed. “You’re doing this to get a penalty, aren’t you?” 

The boy glanced up at him with tears in his eyes, “It really hurts…”

He was one of the younger ones. Eli wasn’t even sure why he had taken him in, and for interrupting his game, he wanted to choke him with the tattered green scarf around his neck. 

“Just try and get up! You can walk it off.” Eli suggested, but the kid shook his head. 

“What’s going on here?” 

Eli gulped. The familiar, affected, Southern drawl of Ocelot’s voice was not something he needed right now. The man approached from behind, and Eli turned quickly, but avoided his gaze. The kids spoke in Kikongo, expecting Eli to translate.

“Eli?” Ocelot folded his arms. “Are you going to explain what happened to him?”

“Um… We were playing football.” Eli shrugged. 

“So, did he fall over, or did he get tackled?” Ocelot asked.

“He… he got tackled, but that’s just part of the game, so–”

“It was you, then?” Ocelot interrupted. 

“It was an accident!” Eli exclaimed, still looking down at the football in his hands to not give Ocelot anything. 

“An accident, huh?” Ocelot nodded slowly. “Hm. Well, I think that’s enough playing football out here for now… the floor isn’t the greatest for playing anyway, and it looks like it might rain soon. Tell the boys to take him to the med bay.”

Eli suddenly felt an ache in his bladder. That was odd. He didn’t need the bathroom when he was running about, and now he suddenly found himself pressing his thighs together, his heart rate climbing.

“Uh, o-okay, I will, but–” Eli tried to head off without having to explain himself, but Ocelot stepped in front of him.

“Woah. Hold your horses, kid! We haven’t gotten to the bottom of what happened, and you haven’t apologised to him. Maybe you should be the one to help him up. It’s what a good leader would do.” The man suggested, but Eli was sure if he bent down he might leak. 

“I-I will, but, um–”

“Eli.” Ocelot placed both hands on the boy’s shoulders. “You can’t just run away from this.”

“I’m not!” The boy whined. He dropped the football to the ground. “I just need to–”

“You need to apologise, Eli.” Ocelot wasn’t going to let him go.

“Okay, I’m sorry!” Eli quickly said in English, whilst looking over his shoulder at the injured child. 

“Do it properly.” Ocelot commanded him, and Eli groaned.

“J-Just let me do it later, please, I need to–”

“You’re being rude, Eli.” Ocelot steps back from him. “Don’t make me tell the Boss what you’ve been up to.” He says with a smirk. 

“No! Oh, please–!” He fought the urge to grasp his crotch with both hands, but that would make it obvious. He bounced one leg and then the other, as Ocelot’s eyes scanned him from head to toe.

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into you, Eli! You were having such a good week…” He sighs heavily. “Y’know…” Ocelot glanced up at the sky. “It’s really gonna start raining buckets. You better tell the boys to stay inside. Hope nowhere… floods. ”

Eli felt a warmth spreading from his crotch. He gasped as he looked down. He was wetting himself. 

“No, no, no–” He stammered, as he could only watch in shock horror as his body betrayed him. It started with just a trickle, but now he had urine soaking his trousers, and spilling out of the leg holes, splattering onto the ground. The other kids were watching him, including the boy he’d injured, and they stepped back away from Eli, whispering and giggling. Eli’s cheeks were hot, and whilst he felt immensely relieved, standing there and pissing his pants like an infant, he was absolutely mortified.

“S-shut up!” Eli yelled at the kids, but they were still all trying to not laugh, turning their heads away. Some of the kids were female, and gasped at the outline of Eli’s cock made visible thanks to the wet fabric. “Stop it! Stop!” His cries were futile. Eventually the fast stream of piss stopped and Eli was standing in a light yellow puddle. Some of it was even in his boots. The wind blew past him and the warmth began to fade, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

“Oh, Eli.” Ocelot frowned. “If you needed to go, why didn’t you say anything?” The man tutted. “Well, at least it’s going to rain. That’ll take care of the mess on the floor.” He chuckled lightly.

“It’s not funny!” Eli yelled.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Ocelot switched to sympathy instead. “I’ll make sure the kids don’t bring it up again, just come with me, and I’ll get you cleaned up–”

“No!” Eli shook his head. “D-Don’t touch me!” 

“Eli, I’m only trying to help!” Ocelot extended his hand to him, but Eli swatted it away and, hearing the kids’ chatter and giggle about it, ran away to his room as fast as he could, keeping his eyes down, so that he wouldn’t make eye contact with any of the Diamond Dogs. 

Eli yanked open the door of the communal showers. There was no-one else there, as this one was kept only for the kids since they’d got here. Eli made sure to check all the corners of the room, but there were no cameras. He figured that made sense, since having cameras in the showers, especially the ones reserved for minors was definitely illegal. He tossed his jacket and gloves to the floor, and pulled off his boots, pouring out the urine that had trickled into them and took off his shorts, which felt heavy from how soaked they were. He stepped under one of the shower heads and pressed the button on the wall to turn it on. The water was hardly even warm, but it was still welcome, as he washed himself clean, but nothing could clear his mind.

How had he let that happen? He knew he couldn’t really help wetting the bed, since he wasn’t awake to do anything about it, but this? He hadn’t felt the need to go to the bathroom at all until Ocelot came over. Had he just been ignoring his body’s cues up until then, somehow? He had humiliated himself in front of Ocelot, and the other children he was the leader of! How could the feared White Mamba succumb to his own bodily functions like that?!

There was a knock at the door. “Eli?” It was Ocelot. Eli’s heart rate spiked. He stayed quiet, turning the water off. 

“Eli, I know you’re in here.” Ocelot said through the door. “Can I come in?”

“Why!?” Eli’s eyes scanned the room for anything he could use as a weapon. 

“I’ll take your clothes down to the laundry room for you.” Ocelot offered. “I have new clothes for you to wear until they’re washed.”

Eli stared at the pile of clothes he left on the floor.

“What, were you just gonna put them back on once you were clean?” Ocelot’s hand rattles the doorknob. “Are you gonna let me come in, then?”

“No! I’m naked in here!” Eli shouts. 

“Yeah, figures!” Ocelot retorts. “Oh, come on, Eli. You know I’ve already seen you naked, remember?” The man doesn’t wait for a reply this time, and instead opens the door.

Eli backs into a corner and uses his hands to cover his dick. “Hurry up and go, before I tell–”

“Oh, Eli.” Ocelot smiles at him. Eli shivered. “I already told you that I’d hate to hurt you in any way.” Ocelot takes out a neat pile of new clothes and a pair of boots from a basket and puts them down on the small wooden bench, then picks up the dirty clothes on the floor and puts them in the basket. 

“That accident was rather strange, wasn’t it?” Ocelot’s eyes are still on him, and Eli can feel his heartbeat racing. 

“Go away…” Eli’s voice trembled as the man stepped closer to him. Eli pushed his back against the cold tiles and shuddered. “Please…”

“Alright. I mean… if you want to talk about it, you’re welcome to come to my room tonight. I might have a… solution.” Ocelot shrugged. “Up to you.”

“Get out!” Eli found his voice again. 

“Okay, okay…” Ocelot backed off and picked up the basket. “You know where to find me.” He closed the door behind him, and Eli felt like he needed to restart his shower again. 

After he was done showering, Eli put on the plain white T-shirt and olive green trousers, rolling the bottom of them up to fit better. The boots were okay, but a bit battered, and not quite his size, but it would have to do. He decided to just stay in his room, as he wasn’t prepared to speak to the other kids again and relive the humiliation. It was raining now, anyway, as predicted.

Eli flopped onto the bed, buried his face into his pillow and sobbed. Ocelot had won again. He held all the cards against Eli. Maybe it would just be for the best if he went to see him in the evening and did what he said? Maybe it wouldn’t really be so bad if he just kept his mind on something else while he did it? Like if he imagined that girl with the red hair, and–

Eli heard something. A rhythmic hissing. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the floating child.

“Oh… it’s you.” Eli rubbed his eyes. “I… was just lying down.” He sniffled. 

The floating child tilted their head curiously. 

“Did… did you see all of that too?” Eli sat up. 

The floating child nodded. 

“Fuck…” Eli covered his face with his hands. “I don’t know what happened, I– I just couldn’t hold it in for some reason!” 

The child came closer. Eli could see through the lens of the mask. They had such a striking eye colour, but with such dark circles around them. Eli wanted to know what had happened to him, but the child never spoke to him, not with words, at least. 

The floating child placed their hand, covered by long sleeves, onto Eli’s forehead, and Eli could see himself in Ocelot’s room, laying on the bed. He could hear the sound of the metronome, and Ocelot’s voice, his words all layered over each other. 

“W-what?” The floating child pulled their hand away and Eli was dazed. “Why…why did you show me that?” 

The child popped out of his room with a puff of smoke before Eli could get any response. 

What were they trying to say about it?

Eli reconsidered going to see Ocelot again. He couldn’t give in, he had to do something… but what?

Chapter Text

Eli had fallen asleep after his visit from the floating… boy? Girl? He could figure that out later, he thought, as he sat up and yawned. He could hear the sound of rain outside, and remembered Ocelot mentioning that it would rain before, and then bit his lip. He still had that problem to deal with. 

Eli got out of bed and stretched. When he opened the door, there was a tray of food: a sandwich (wrapped in parchment paper), an apple, a small packet of biscuits, and a water bottle. There was a note attached to the parchment, which read:

“Your clothes will be ready tomorrow. You don’t have to go to classes tomorrow if you don’t want to, and I’m free if you wanna speak to me tonight, or tomorrow. From Ocelot :)” 

He picked up the tray from the floor, and took it back inside. He didn’t want to eat anything that freak gave him, but what other choice did he have? It was probably going to be dinnertime soon, which meant if he went to the Mess Hall to grab a hot meal, he’d run into the other children, who Eli had embarrassed himself in front of. He was sceptical, but his stomach growled, so he unwrapped the sandwich. The filling was ham and cheese, a pretty safe choice. Nothing looked odd about it, or tasted wrong as Eli took a small bite, and soon found himself demolishing the sandwich, even the crusts which he tended to dislike (he was told back in England to eat them, and that it would make his hair curly, though if they said it turned his hair brown instead, he’d have been more tempted). 

Eli was thirsty now, and picked up the water bottle. It was clear, and didn’t look cloudy or anything, and when he unscrewed the lid, it seemed as if he was the first to open it. It didn’t smell weird either, so he drank it, and hoped there was nothing slipped into it. He ate the apple too, then ate one biscuit (it was a custard cream, and despite reminding him of his dismal life in England, it was quite yummy), saving the rest for later. After that, Eli went back to brainstorming solutions to his problem, pacing back and forth in the cramped room.

He could give into Ocelot, and sure, it sounded easy enough. No more accidents. Though, in exchange, Eli would have to sacrifice his body, and he was still losing his dignity in another way. His mind flashed back to his accident today. The sheer horror of his shame being witnessed by everyone… Could Ocelot really prevent that ever happening again?

The floating child… they weren’t going to be much help, but it seemed like they weren’t too trusting of Ocelot. Eli could trust them, despite their mysterious nature. 

Who could he ask for help? The right thing to do was to tell an adult, wasn’t it? Then again, Eli knew too well that adults were the people who oppressed and abused him. How could he be sure they’d help him? He went through the list:

There was Quiet, and as a woman, Eli was sure she might be more empathetic (women were meant to be emotional and nurturing, weren’t they?), but then how could she tell anyone? She didn’t speak (and Eli was actually a little intimidated/turned-on by her). 

There was Kaz, but Eli knew that the man did not like him, and though he didn’t think that Kaz liked Ocelot, he wasn’t certain that Kaz would really bother to investigate. He hardly cared for the other kids, even though he was meant to. Ocelot always ended up doing more for them (though now Eli could see why.).

That only really left his father, the man with the most power out of anyone here, but firstly he was fond of Ocelot, so would likely not want to believe Eli, and secondly, he didn’t want to ask the man he hated for help. He’d look like a pathetic child, crying for daddy to come and save him! However, he’d already embarrassed himself enough by pissing his pants in front of a live audience, so he’d have to swallow his pride. Perhaps this would be good, to lead the man into thinking that Eli trusted him and was letting down his barriers. Since he’d been here, Eli was restricted, and constantly treated with suspicion because of his behaviour and refusal to change his attitudes, so this would just be a way to reclaim some power. 

He knew it had to be done, but it was too late in the day, and Eli wasn’t sure if his father was even on base, so after reading some of his precious magazines (well, more like gawking at the pictures of half-naked women), he went back to sleep. 

The morning air was bitingly cold, yet refreshing. Eli decided he’d have to leave his room eventually, and arrived early to breakfast to get there before the other kids, though there were some Diamond Dogs in there. Eli walked in, and the staff always gave him odd looks of suspicion, and whispered to each other. He doubted they knew about yesterday’s accident, and as ever, they were speculating if he was really their beloved Boss’ son or not. 

Eli tried to listen to anything that was useful, and found out that his father was due home later in the evening, meaning that he'd have to wait and avoid speaking to Ocelot or anyone who had witnessed yesterday's incident. After he ate, Eli decided to work out in his room, getting in some sit-ups and press ups. No one had come to bother him about attending classes, and he wasn’t keen to go. He had the rest of the mini pack of biscuits, and some more water, then had another lie down.

There was no way to check the time from his room, but he figured it was time to eat again when he stepped outside. There was a clock in the Mess Hall, which said it was 5.33 when he entered. Tonight's menu was some chalky rice and vegetable curry, in which the potatoes were still somewhat hard, but at least it was better than having to fend for himself in the wild. 

“Boss'll be home soon.” One of the men said at the table across from Eli, digging into the meal. 

“You think he'll train us?” Another said eagerly.

“Who knows? He'll be back around six. I imagine he'll wanna eat first, after being out there, right?” The Diamond Dog responded to his comrade.

“Yeah… I hope he’s up to it. I really think I’ve been improving!”

God, they were obsessed with him! At least Eli knew that he didn’t have to wait much longer, and after shoving more forkfuls of food into his mouth and gulping down some water, he left, not bothering to put the tray where it was meant to go. It was nearly 6pm, so Eli waited by the main helipad for Pequod to bring home his father. 

He leaned against the orange wall behind him, since he didn’t have his trusty white deckchair, and waited to hear the sound of the chopper approaching, his heart beating a little quickly as he planned out his words in his mind. He was really going to do it. He couldn’t let himself back out now (though he did consider it at least five times whilst waiting there). Distracting him from those thoughts was Kazuhira Miller, hobbling along with that crutch of his, the miserable man approached, but didn’t seem to take any notice of Eli.

“Oi.” Eli stepped forward, and startled him from behind.

“Fucking hell, kid! Are you trying to finish me off here?” The man tutted. “What do you want, anyway?”

“Are you waiting for him to come back?” Eli folded his arms as a cold breeze came by. This T-shirt wasn’t really doing much (though his usual clothes weren’t much better). 

“Yeah, I’ve got something I have to discuss with him.” Kaz replied. 

“What? Is it important?” Eli tilted his head curiously. 

“None of your business, kid.” He said, coldly. “What are you up to? You’re not going to try and challenge him again, are you? Try any stunts like that and you’ll end up in the brig, I don’t care if you’re–”

“No, of course not!” Eli scoffed. “I’m not stupid! You took all our weapons.”

“Even without weapons, you’ll lose if you try, so don’t!” Kaz warned him.

“I wasn’t going to! I wanted to chat to him, that’s all.” Eli shrugged. “Nothing bad about that, right?”

“Hmph. Is it important?” Kaz pried. 

“None of your business.” Eli smirked and Kaz stepped closer, his cane stopping just shy of Eli’s boot.

“Hm. You can make any requests for you and the others with me. No need to bother The Boss if it’s not important.” Kaz makes it sound less like an inviting offer and more like a dismissal. 

“I…” Eli couldn’t tell him. “I have an idea.” He smiled. “Why don’t we let him decide who he speaks to first?”

“You really think he’s going to bother with you after all the trouble you’ve caused?” The man scoffed. “He doesn’t trust you.”

“Let’s see.” The boy stepped closer to the helipad hoping to be the first to ask as he heard the sound of the helicopter approaching.

As the chopper descended, the gust of air blasted his face, but he stood with a proud smile, ready to welcome his father. The man hopped out, wearing an all-black combat suit, its armour no doubt weighing him down, as well as the rocket launcher strapped to his back, but he was mostly unharmed.

“Good day, then?” Eli had his hands behind his back and tilted his head slightly, appearing as innocent as he could, but when the man noticed him, he stood still, eyeing him with suspicion.

“What’s behind your back?” Venom glanced at Kaz, then down at Eli.

“Nothing!” Eli held his hands up. 

“...Are you in trouble again?” He folded his arms. Kaz approached, sticking his crutch out in front of Eli to block him.

“It’s good to see you, Boss.”

“Hey!” Eli stepped around the side of the crutch to interrupt them, standing directly below his father. “I spoke to you first.”

“...So you did.” Venom nodded. 

Kaz stepped forward. “Boss, there’s something we need to discuss–” 

“Eli.” Venom ignored Kaz. This was a good sign. “Somehow I feel you didn’t just come to say hello to me. What is it?”

“It’s… it’s private.” Eli said. “But it’s really important!”

“The kid's probably lying, Boss!” Kaz shook his head. “We know what he’s capable of, why be alone with him?!”

“Aw, if you’re jealous, just say it!” Eli teased the man who seemed hellbent on making him out to be some monster.

“Kaz, let’s give him a chance. Ocelot said he’s behaving well recently. I’ll come see you when we’re done.” Venom gave Kaz a pat on the shoulder and began to walk with Eli. Kaz was left dumbfounded and Eli felt on top of the world, before he remembered what he had to talk about. 

“Let’s go to my quarters. You can tell me there.” Venom said, and Eli nodded. “Sorry for being suspicious of you.”

“It’s alright.” The pre-teen shrugged, and the awkwardness of the situation was beginning to really dawn on him. He had shown nothing but malice towards his father up until then. His blood boiled every time he thought about him, but today he had to keep it under control, just this once!

“How come you’re wearing that?” Venom said after a moment of staring down at him and Eli pretending not to notice. “You’ve usually got that jacket on. This is the first time I’ve seen you wear a shirt.” Venom chuckles, a sound Eli has never heard before. 

“Oh. It, uh, got dirty.” Eli replied, and technically was honest. 

“Ah. You took it to the laundry room, then?” Venom asked as he led him up some stairs. Eli gulped, his mind recalling that video tape again. 

“Yeah…” The boy said. 

“Good, good.”

Then they were quiet for the rest of the journey. Venom’s quarters were close by to Ocelot’s and Kaz’s, which made sense as senior members of staff. Venom unlocked the door with a keycard from his pocket, and opened the door, allowing Eli in first. 

The room was about the same size as Ocelot’s, perhaps slightly bigger, but very plain, almost clinical. The lights were cold and too bright, and the bed was neat, as if it had never been slept in.

“Oh, I still have this.” Venom realised he had a rocket launcher strapped to his back, and removed it, as well as the outer layers of the armour, placing them on the desk. Eli imagined all the fun he could cause with such a weapon, his eyes widening at the thought, but the sound of his father yawning brought him back to the present moment.

“Sorry.” Venom apologised. “Been a long day. You can sit on the bed, just take your shoes off.”

“Oh… okay.” Eli hesitated, remembering doing the same in Ocelot’s room, but figured that his father wasn’t going to pull anything weird on him, so obliged. 

Eli sat on the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and watched as his father picked up the jug of water on the desk, and a glass. 

“Want some?” The man offered, and Eli shook his head. Venom poured himself a glass of water and chugged it, some spilling from the corners of his chapped lips. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’ve gotta be wary of dehydration. Especially out on the field.”

“Yeah.” Eli agreed. 

“So…” Venom sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Eli tenderly. “What’s on your mind?” 

Eli wanted to laugh. Here they were playing pretend, like a father and son who really loved each other, like two characters in a movie, and not two men who had seen too much and lost even more. 

“Uh… It’s… kinda hard to say.” Eli’s throat was dry, but he didn’t want to ask for any water.

“Don’t worry. Take your time.” Venom sounded genuine, but Eli couldn’t look him in the eye. 

“It’s really bad.” Eli warned him. 

“Is… is it something you did?” Venom shuffled closer. 

“Uh… kinda?” Was it his fault that Ocelot had this hold of him? He was the one who agreed to hypnosis. 

“Hm… Is someone else involved?” 

Eli kept his eyes down, and stayed quiet.

“Are you worried you’ll be in trouble? Or that someone else will be in trouble?” Venom asked. 

“Mmh… both?” Eli mumbled. 

“Has someone tried to hurt you, Eli?” Venom continued, and Eli glanced at him, giving a quick nod.

“Eli.” Venom’s tone became serious, almost commanding. “Tell me who.”

Eli bit his lip, then sat up and just as he opened his mouth, there was a rhythmic knock at the door.

“Who is it?” Venom called to them.

“You know who.” The man replied, and Eli felt sick from the sound of his voice.

“Oh, sorry, Eli.” His father stood up. “It’s Ocelot, let me see what he wants.” Venom opened the door and Ocelot walked in, carrying a file in his hand. 

“Boss, it’s about tomorrow’s mission.” The man caught sight of Eli and grinned. “Sorry, kid, I’ll try and be quick.”

“He doesn’t mind.” Venom sat back on the edge of the bed. “Go on.” 

“Tomorrow's mission is OSP, and you'll land near some dense forestation. I've sent the co-ordinates to your i-Droid already.” Ocelot began and Eli didn't understand why he couldn't just leave everything on his i-Droid. Why did he have to show his face now?!

“Just like the old days.” Venom sighed. “Been a while since I've had a good challenge like that.”

“Make no mistake, Boss, tomorrow's a difficult one. Only you're capable of it.” Ocelot was such a kiss-ass, Eli thought, rolling his eyes. He couldn't wait to get rid of him. 

“Anything I need to be warned of?” Venom asked, and Ocelot flicked open the file.

“Enemy sentries are to be expected, of course, and there’s reports of mines and traps in the area, so be careful.” He closed the file again. “You won’t have much on you, so don’t worry about being weighed down too much.”

“I’ll be able to handle it.” Venom nodded. 

“Of course.” Ocelot replied, his eyes shifting to Eli. “I’ll leave you two.”

“Thank you, Ocelot.” Venom dismissed him, and just as Ocelot was about to pull the door open, he turned his head again.

“Oh, shoot, I almost forgot to warn you.” 

“What is it?” Venom leaned forward.

“A lot of where you’re going is uphill, so be careful.” He explained. “It’s also the time of year where it tends to rain a lot, so yeah, the mud might be slippery, make sure to wear boots with good grip.” He glanced at Eli again, staring into the boy’s eyes.

Just like the other day, Eli had a strange and sudden urge to pee. He was kneeling on the bed, pressing his thighs together. He didn’t want to interrupt and tell them. That would be humiliating, so he just hoped Ocelot would be done talking to his father. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Venom yawned. “Sorry.”

“I’m not boring you, am I?” Ocelot teased, and Venom shook his head,

“No, no… never.”

They were flirting, whilst Eli was trying to hide the fact that he desperately needed to piss. He clenched the bedsheets and let go rhythmically, trying to give himself something else to focus on.

“Oh, I’m glad, Boss.” Ocelot closed the door again and walked back over. “Been a while since we chatted, face to face.”

“Sure has been.” Venom agreed. “How have things been around here?”

“Good, good. I mean, some of the men have been wanting more training for you, but as we’ve expanded, and you’re busier, I know it’s hard.” 

“I’ll make more of an effort.” Venom said.

“Y’know…” Ocelot tilted his head. “I’ve not had any… CQC training from you in a long while.” His coy expression made Venom sigh.

“You never change, do you?” The man stared up at his second-in-command. 

“Well, you owe me a bit of… CQC… after last time.” Ocelot purred. 

“Is that so?” Venom hummed.

Eli’s bladder was aching, and he decided to try and shuffle forward to get off the bed.

“Hey, kid, don’t worry.” Venom turned to him, putting his arm out to block him. “Just sit tight, we’ll be done talking soon, so–” 

“I–” 

“Eli, don’t interrupt your father.” Ocelot scolded him. “Sit and wait like a good boy.” 

He was stuck. Ocelot and his father didn’t seem to take notice of his discomfort, sweat beading on his forehead. The pressure inside of him was only building as Ocelot and Venom chatted away, their talk of ‘CQC’ obviously something more. How disgusting, Eli thought, to discuss it in front of him! Their euphemisms hardly hid anything, and Eli’s mind conjured up the thought of his father pinning Ocelot to the ground, but at least it distracted him from the uncomfortable feeling. 

When his father and Ocelot suddenly laughed about something (Eli had zoned out from their conversation as he squeezed his hands between his thighs and chewed his lip), he felt a leak escape and gasped. When he looked down he saw a little wet spot forming. Shit. He covered it with his hands.

There was nothing he could say, as they would think he was interrupting their ‘grown-up talk’ and if he got up now, the stain would be obvious. He just needed Ocelot to leave.

“God, Boss, you’re gonna be the death of me.” Ocelot chuckled, stepping back. Was he finally going away!? “Oh, and, tomorrow I’d also make sure you get to the enemy base quick if it rains, since there could be floods .”

Oh no. Eli had waited too long again and soon his subtle bouncing had failed him. He felt the warmth spreading from his crotch, to his thighs, dribbling down and dripping onto the bedsheets. He let out a little whimper but could do nothing to stop the stream that got stronger.

“Understood, I–” Venom heard the loud sound of Eli pissing and stood up and turned around before it could reach him. His jaw dropped.

Eli had to admit, it felt really good to let it all out like that, but it was horrible to see both men watching him, so he kept his head down, and watched his pee soaking the clean white bedsheets, leaving a pale yellow stain, and eventually he was kneeling in a puddle of filth, sighing in relief, his face burning. 

“Eli… what the fuck?” Venom was abhorred. Ocelot had a devious smile on his face when Eli looked at him, but he then changed expression, becoming serious.

“Eli, I thought we were done with this attention-seeking behaviour.”

“What?” Venom raised an eyebrow. “He did this on purpose?”

“It would seem so.” Ocelot sighed. 

“No! No, it was an accident!” Eli exclaimed. His legs were soaked, and all he wanted was a shower. “I-I’m sorry!” His eyes welled up with tears.

“Eli, we’ll discuss this later. Get up.” Venom grabbed his arm and yanked him off the bed. “I’d say you could use my shower, but it’s out of order right now.”

“He can use mine.” Ocelot offered. 

“No!” Eli protested, trying to struggle away from Venom’s grip, but the man had grabbed him with his bionic arm, and the cold metal dug into his skin.

“Eli!” Venom let go. “The showers for you kids are far, so it makes sense. Go with Ocelot. We’ll talk tomorrow when I’m back.” 

Eli pleaded with his eyes, but Venom didn’t seem to recognise the boy’s fears.

“C’mon.” Ocelot gestured. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

Eli slowly walked over to his enemy. 

“God… not even D-Dog has done that…” Venom shook his head staring at the mess Eli had made. Eli was led out of the room, and there was no way of escaping, not if he didn’t want to be seen in such a state. 

“Oh, Eli…” Ocelot began as he took Eli to his private quarters, the outdoor air making Eli feel freezing, especially where he was wet. “Just what are we going to do with you?” He chuckled. Eli didn’t reply. He didn’t want to give him anything. Ocelot opened the door with his keycard and gestured towards the bathroom. 

“Go on.”

Eli went over cautiously, but turned back and saw his usual clothes on the bed.

“Why do you have my clothes?” Eli tilted his head curiously.

“I was going to bring them to your room later. Didn’t expect to see you early… oh, well. Good thing they’re here, right?” Ocelot shrugged and Eli wasn’t convinced. He opened the bathroom door. “Okay…” He walked in and was about to close the door behind himself, but Ocelot’s hand prevented him from doing so, grasping the door first.

Eli gulped. “What do you want?!” His voice trembled as he backed away from the door. 

“Oh, relax.” Ocelot entered the small bathroom. “I just wanted to tell you that I’ll go help your father clean up your mess while you’re in here.”

“...Okay.”

“Man, that really was some stunt you pulled.” Ocelot folded his arms and stared at Eli’s wet crotch. “You just really needed Daddy’s attention, huh?” 

“Fuck off!” Eli yelled. “I…I know you have something to do with this!” He didn’t have anything he could fight with, but he kept his fists clenched and his eyes fixed on his opponent.

“Eli, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His annoying accent made his words long and drawn out and Eli wanted to rip out his throat. 

“Liar! You… You’ve done something to me… more than what you said you would when you did that hypnotism shit on me!” Eli accused him, pointing his finger, but Ocelot grabbed his wrist.

“Eli.” He bent down a little. “You’re sounding crazy.” Ocelot scoffed. “Passing the blame to others for things that you did is really childish, y’know?” He lets go of the boy and backs away.

“Now, you’d best be careful… of what it is you’re saying and to whom. Don’t go throwing around silly accusations. We have eyes everywhere on Mother Base, for our protection, of course.” Ocelot exited the room, but held his grip on the door, keeping it open enough for him to look in and say, “You make sure you scrub everywhere, okay? I want you to be sparkling when you get out… from every angle.” He closed the door slowly, and Eli could sense his sly grin from outside the door. He waited for the sound of Ocelot’s footsteps fading away, before checking the room for cameras or microphones, but couldn’t find any, yet he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched. 

Eli’s eyes were brimming with tears again as he undressed, peeling the wet fabric away from his body. They hit the ground with a damp thump. As Eli showered, he let himself cry. If anyone was watching, they wouldn’t be able to notice, as it would blend in with the water rolling down his face. He recalled the first time he had been in Ocelot’s shower, and the crucial decision he had made, and desperately wished he could turn back time and decline Ocelot’s offer. 

Even if he did, Ocelot had power over him in the form of those tapes. Tapes which he could expose at his own discretion. Eli was sure of it now. It was Ocelot who made him have these accidents in front of the kids and his father, and he needed to stop it, but how could he prove to anyone that Ocelot had this control over his bladder? 

He was running out of options, and feared being left with the worst option of all:

To succumb to Ocelot’s perverted desires.

Chapter Text

After that horrifying ordeal, Eli showered as quickly as he could and dressed himself with the clothes left on the bed. Ocelot wasn’t back yet, so Eli left his soiled clothes on the man’s bathroom floor, but knowing that pervert, he probably wanted that. At least he felt more comfortable in his own clothes, his bare chest unrestrained by any fabric, as he rushed back to his own room, kicked off his boots and went to bed. At least he was safe in his sleep.

He woke up and for a moment had forgotten about pissing himself on his father’s bed, and a blissful moment it was, until the thought resurfaced. Eli wondered if it was possible to just avoid his father for the rest of his time here, but the man’s face was plastered on the walls around Mother Base, and when he returned from work, Eli often bumped into him. He’d have to face it eventually, but his immediate priority was figuring out how Ocelot did what he did, and having a way to prove it. 

Eli made his way to the Mess Hall and took his time eating the tasteless gruel, not making any haste, since he couldn’t be bothered to attend classes (and also didn’t want to see any of the other kids). He drank some water to wash down the thick greyish gloop, and tried to listen into the conversations happening around him. Some soldiers talked about Quiet, (notably about her clothes, or lack thereof, and how it meant she was “easy”, whatever that meant), and others about their duties, some complaining and others glad. Not much was new. 

He left and found himself wandering aimlessly around the several platforms. At least he was getting in some morning exercise. He tried to clear his mind, standing by a railing, and took in the sense of calm that the sound of the water beneath the platforms brought, but all he could think of was the embarrassment he felt when he heard the sound of urine trickling down his legs in front of the other kids and his father. Eli sighed, letting go of the metal railing. The platform had very few men stationed on it, and was near to the personal quarters of senior staff members, so Eli had intended to leave soon, otherwise he would look suspicious (or even worse, be seen by Ocelot). 

“Eli.” He suddenly heard his father call out to him from behind. When did he get there? Did he just use his stealth skills specifically to catch Eli off guard?

Eli kept walking, pretending as if he hadn’t heard him, speeding up slightly. 

“Hey, Eli!” The man followed him, catching up to him. Venom placed a hand on Eli’s shoulder, forcing Eli to stop and acknowledge him.

“Oh, uh… I didn’t hear you.” Eli gulped.

“Really? I wasn’t that far.” His father raised an eyebrow.

“I must have been too busy, uh, just thinking about stuff!” He awkwardly blurted out. 

“I see.” Venom folded his arms. “Well, I wanted to speak to you. In private. Let’s go to my room again.” He said, and it wasn’t an offer, it was a command. Eli followed behind him. He knew where this was going, and felt his insides burn with shame thinking about it. 

Venom unlocked the door and allowed Eli in, whose eyes were drawn to the bed immediately.

“You can sit down.” Venom gestured to the bed and Eli perched himself on the edge of the bed, keeping his gaze down to the floor, expecting a scolding.

“Eli…” His father began, his voice unexpectedly soft, full of pity. “You aren’t in trouble.”

“I’m not?” Eli stared up at him curiously. Why else was he here if not to get a telling-off? 

“Look…” Venom approached him slowly. “I’m sorry if I seemed mad at you last night. I… was surprised, of course… I mean, you’re one tough kid.” 

Eli stayed quiet, sitting there with his back fully straight, not allowing himself to relax. 

“Eli.” Venom squatted down, matching his eye-level. “I… I know you’ve been through a lot, and I did some thinking once you’d gone last night. I haven’t paid enough attention to you since you’ve been here.”

“I didn’t ask you to.” Eli turned his head away from his father. “Besides, it had nothing to do with that!”

“You don’t have to act tough or grown up around me.” Venom placed his hands on Eli’s tense shoulders, making the boy meet his gaze again. “I know things didn’t start off well between us… but I want to start over.”

“Start over?” Eli raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. As much as we can.” Venom said, then tucked a strand of Eli’s hair behind his ear gently. “I never thought I’d have the chance to be a father. I didn’t want to be.”

“But I’m not really your child.” Eli reminded him. “I’m just a clone of you that didn’t turn out right. I’m just a mistake.”

“Don’t say that about yourself.” Venom leaned in closer. “You may not be my child in the conventional sense, but I will still be your father… if you’re willing to let me?”

Venom’s lone eye stared into Eli’s. The boy had never expected such an offer. He called him father, but it was never something he really felt in his heart, it was almost sarcastic when he said it. 

“Okay…” Eli went along with it. 

“Good boy.” Venom patted his head, then stood up properly opening his arms, but Eli stayed sitting down. “Come on, Eli. Sons give their fathers hugs!”

“Um… okay.” Eli walked into the man’s arms, not really bothering to hug him back properly. The man’s grip was tight, and pushed out all the air in Eli’s chest.

“I love you, Eli.”

Eli didn’t reply, and desperately wished to be released.

When Venom finally let go of him, Eli stepped backwards, hoping he wouldn’t try that again. 

“Uh, Father? Can I go now?”

“Oh, you don’t have to call me that. I think it’s too formal.” Venom said, ignoring Eli’s question. “You can just call me ‘Dad’ from now on, or even ‘Daddy’--”

“Okay!” Eli cut him off. “Um, thanks… Dad. I, uh, should probably go to class with the other kids now…” He attempted to side step around the large man who stuck out his arm.

“Woah, where are you off to? I've told them you're with me today.” Venom smiled.

“But didn't you have a mission to go on today?” Eli asked. 

“Oh, I told Ocelot to give it to one of our best guys. He can handle it. Today is all about me giving you the attention you deserve, little man.” He ruffled Eli's hair and the boy scrunched up his nose at the touch. 

“Right…” Eli gulped. “So, um, what now?” What exactly did fathers do with their sons? 

“Whatever you’d like.” Venom shrugged, but all Eli wanted was to get out of there and try and forget all about it.

“I… guess we could go outside?” He suggested, longing for some fresh air.

“Sure. Would you like to look at the animals, Eli?” Venom spoke in that annoying tone that adults loved to use to make sure he understood them, even though he clearly did, but he just nodded,

“Yeah. Alright then.”

Eli followed his father to a Jeep. The man opened the door for him and Eli jumped into the vehicle, and his father got on the other side. 

“Seatbelt, Eli.” He said as he started the engine.

“We’re not going that far. It’s just that platform over there!” Eli pointed to the structure. “I’ll be fi–”

Venom reached over to do the seatbelt for him. “There we go. Daddy has to keep you safe, now.” Eli stayed silent as he drove at a moderate pace, the wind gently caressing Eli’s face as he wondered when the last time was that someone bothered about his safety, and meant it. 

“What’s your favourite animal, Eli?” Venom asked suddenly.

“Huh?” The boy turned to him. “I don’t know.”

“Okay. That’s the goal for today. We’re gonna find which one’s your favourite.” Venom said, determination in his voice.

“Sure.” Eli went along with it. He had been curious about the animals here, but hadn’t been granted permission to go. He’d heard that they wanted to take the kids to see them at some point, like a field trip. 

“We’re here.” Venom stopped the vehicle and Eli unbuckled the seatbelt. Once again, his father opened the door for him and the boy stepped out. He looked around and saw various enclosures dotted around, with paths and animals kept below.

“We can go into some of their cages, give them some feeding.” Venom said, as they walked over to the herbivores. 

“Won’t that be dangerous? Like, going into the ones with the bears?” Eli looked down at the goats and sheep. 

“Well, I didn’t mean those.” Venom chuckled. “Though I’m sure that would be one way to feed them.” 

“Oh…” Eli realised how stupid he was to think that he meant they were going inside the carnivores’ enclosures. Venom patted his back,

“C’mon. Let’s go see the goats.” Venom led him down some stairs and opened the gate. The goats didn’t seem too bothered by their arrival, as they munched on grass. One bleated at Eli when he approached. 

“They have funny eyes.” Eli commented. “Cool.”

“Are they favourite animal material?” Venom asked. 

“Hmm.” Eli shook his head. “No.”

After that, his father took him to see the sheep, and they were quite boring. Eli pet one of them, and it didn’t mind. 

“Cute, aren’t they?” Venom watched as one sheep nibbled the corner of Eli’s jacket, making the boy yank it away.

“Uh, I guess so.” Eli had lost a bit of the green fabric to the ewe’s mouth. 

“Let’s go look at some others.” Venom gestured for him to come over, and then they went to see some other animals. 

“Maybe a bird could be your favourite?” Venom mused, and led Eli to where they were kept. There was an eagle perched above, eyeing Eli up. There were large birds, swooping down with wide wings, and birds with colourful feathers. Some Eli recognised, and some he didn’t. Birds were hard to catch, and weren’t great to eat (unless they were chickens). 

“Wow…” Eli stared up at the birds flying above. Even though the cage was huge, they were caged all the same. Just like him.

“I wish I could fly.” Eli sighed. He thought of the floating red-haired child he had befriended. He’d have to ask them what it felt like to be able to have both feet off the ground. 

“Yeah?” Venom stood beside him. “How come?”

Eli pondered, listening to the birds make their various sounds for a moment. “Well, it would be fun, wouldn’t it? You could go anywhere, and you don’t need to drive or go on a boat or a plane.”

Venom nodded. “I guess it would be convenient.”

“Like… imagine.” Eli stepped forward, and put his arms out. “It would be so fun to be able to hover over the floor… especially if no-one else can.” 

“Like this?” His father suddenly lifted Eli up, his hands under his armpits, effortlessly raising the boy up, so his feet were off the ground. 

“Hey!” Eli struggled in the man’s arms. He couldn’t believe it was that easy for him to be picked up. With a grunt, Venom put the boy back down. Eli glared at his father.

“Sorry, you gave me the perfect opportunity.” Venom apologised, patting Eli’s head. “Let’s go see the carnivores then.”

They left the birds and went to the next section. For obvious reasons, Venom didn’t let his precious son into the enclosures, but they watched from afar. There were the bears, lounging around, their large size and brown fur reminding Eli of his father. There were the foxes, playing with each other, and then there were the different cats. Eli saw an ocelot and turned his head away. Cats were not his favourite either. Then, Eli saw the dogs. There were wolves and other wild dogs, and as he walked along the platform, Eli caught sight of an interesting one with a cool stripe on the side of its body.

“That's a jackal.” His father said, noticing Eli's gaze lingering. “They're scavengers. Feisty little things… just like you.”

Eli didn't take offense to that, knowing it was true. “I like it.” The creature seemed full of mischief. It wasn't as big as some other animals, but Eli got the impression that it was cunning, just like him.

When they had finished looking around, his father suggested they go get something to eat. Eli wasn't opposed to that. They got back in the Jeep that had brought them there and prepared to drive to the Mess Hall.

“So,” Venom began as he started the engine. “Do you have a favourite animal now?”

“Hm… I liked the jackal.” Eli wondered if he could tame one, like his father had done to D-Dog.

“Fair enough.” Venom replied, beginning to drive back. “I'm fond of dogs, myself.”

“Yeah… but what about, like, small animals?” Eli leaned back in the seat, his hands behind his head. “Like… snakes?”

“Not too keen on them, ironically. They don't taste great either.” Venom answered and Eli raised an eyebrow.

“You've eaten some?”

“Yeah. Been quite a while though.” His father said as if it was a common occurrence to eat such a creature.

“Hm…” Eli had eaten some things in his time (some had made him quite sick, and he learned his lesson), but not a snake. He looked up at the sky that was full of grey clouds and thought to himself, then recalled a relevant anecdote.

“I remember, on my first night after I escaped my handlers I was almost bitten by a snake.”

“What kind?” His father listened as he drove.

“I don't know… it was dark. I was alone.” Eli continued.

“You didn't have a fire?” 

“No. I was just a kid. I didn't know how to start a fire yet.” Eli had tried, but to no avail. That night was perfectly clear in his mind. “When I ran away, I just went as far as I could. I didn't want to stop running.” Eli let out a dry laugh. “God, I was so stupid. I thought that would be it. I thought that I was free forever, and would never suffer ever again.” The boy shook his head, remembering how he whooped and cheered when he realised that there was no one around for miles, just him and nature.

“So then what?” Venom glanced at him. “You just had to go to bed?”

“It was pitch black, and I had nothing but myself. So I had to just lie down in the grass… I remember counting the stars.”

“Were you scared?” His father asked.

Eli thought back. He wasn't even ten yet when he escaped. 

“I was… overwhelmed.” Eli explained. “It was windy, and the trees kept rustling, and the owls were hooting and the bugs kept buzzing in my ear. I felt… small.”

“I guess you would have been small.” His father smirked. “Smaller than now, anyway.”

“It was like… in that moment I realised just how massive the world was.” Eli continued. “I thought about it, but eventually I fell asleep. And… and then I heard it. It hissed at me in the grass. I…I didn't know what to do. I woke up, but I stayed still. I could see it from the corner of my eye, just about… Just a dark… thing.”

“So, you thought it was out to get you? I don't think it would have harmed you if you stayed still.” Venom interjected.

“That could have been true, but I didn't want to find out. It was coming towards me, from the left. I didn't want to die, now that I was finally free…well, at least I told myself I was. With my right hand, I slowly reached out, and tried to feel for a rock. I grabbed one and bashed the snake's head in. I hit it a few times just in case. Then I just sat and waited for dawn, and inspected it once I could see it properly. It wasn't a pretty sight”

“But what if it wasn't trying to hurt you?” Venom suggested. “Maybe it would have slithered over you and left you alone?”

“But what if it didn’t?” Eli countered. “What if it bit me?”

“So… that was your first kill?” Venom asked as they approached the main platform.

“Yeah. I guess so.” Eli hadn't seen it that way before. “I was protecting myself. I had to learn quick if I was gonna survive on my own, that I am the first priority.”

Venom stopped the vehicle, then placed his hand on Eli's thigh.

“I'm sorry you've had to protect yourself for so long, Eli.”

Eli stared up at his father, whose blue eye was full of sympathy for the boy.

“You're my first priority now.” Venom squeezed his thigh then let go. “C’mon.” 

They exited the vehicle, and were saluted by every Diamond Dog they walked by, their eyes sparkling as they gazed upon their leader. If only his boys respected Eli the same way. They opened the doors to the Mess Hall and the room fell silent for a moment as those inside realised they were being graced by the man’s presence. Venom didn’t seem to notice, and walked to the front of the line, Eli trailing behind. His father apologised to the men behind him, but they shook their heads, saying it was fine. It was as if they were honoured to have Venom push in front of them.

“What would you like, Boss?” The person serving the food asked. “We can ask them to make something special if you don’t like what we’ve got today!” 

“Hmm…” The man stared down at the vat of rice. “What do you want, Eli?”

“Um… Have they got any chips?” Eli inquired. 

“Chips? Oh, like fries?” Venom understood and asked the people behind the counter.

“Fries?” One of them shook their heads. “We haven’t made any of–” Then, the person in charge gave them a look and smiled at Venom and Eli,

“Right away, boss! We’ve got some fish here too–”

“Yes!” Eli exclaimed. “We’ll have that!” He found himself feeling authoritative, and his father didn’t stop him.

“Anything for my little boy.” Venom put his arm around Eli, who didn’t fight it. He wasn’t exactly keen on being called ‘little’, since he wasn’t, but he was too happy at the sound of fish and chips instead of watery rice and leftover curry.

They had to wait a few minutes, and sat on their own on a table that had been freshly cleaned. Eli didn’t care about the whispers of others, not when he could smell chips being fried in the kitchen. A few men greeted them (well, they greeted Venom anyway), but Eli did feel important. They were served the food, and they even asked Eli if he’d like a soda, so he said yes, and went as far to demand that he be given a cup with ice. They didn’t seem too keen to obey, until his father cleared his throat, and off they went and swiftly returned with the glass which had ice and a lemon slice. Eli sat and stared at the man who’d brought it out, waiting for him to pour his drink for him, which he did, and Eli revelled in his annoyed expression. The meal itself was served on an actual plate, not one of those plastic trays, and didn’t look horribly depressing. 

“Um, what about the sauce?” Eli asked.

“S-sauce?” The chef echoed.

“I can’t eat fish and chips without tartare sauce! And there’s no vinegar!” He folded his arms petulantly. The man sighed and went back into the kitchen. Eli heard him yell some demands at the others and they quickly returned with a tartare sauce. Eli tasted it and it was decent, but next time he’d expect some finer chopping of the dill and capers. He splashed vinegar liberally over the fried fish and the chips and began to dig in, his father following suit. 

“You like it?” Venom asked, watching Eli tuck in. The boy’s cheeks were full of food, so he just nodded, “Mhm!” 

“Good boy, you eat up now.” His father chuckled, cutting into the fish and taking a bite. Eli gulped down some lemonade and let out a loud burp, and didn’t apologise. God, he loved chips so much. He hadn’t had fish and chips in years, and it was one of those rare joys that made him believe life was worth living. Eli kept eating, and soon finished his plate.

“Are you full up, baby?” His father asked, and Eli had to undo the top button of his trousers. His stomach was sticking out a little.

“Yeah, that was good!” Eli burped again, not caring at all about his lack of manners, or that his father had called him ‘baby’.

“Is there any dessert?” Eli wondered how far he could take this. If his father was the King of this place, that made Eli the Prince! Perhaps there was more benefits than he thought to playing up the role of a son.

“Already? I don't want you getting an upset tummy, Eli.” Venom said in his best fatherly tone. 

“Well, it's good to know in case I want it later!” Eli drank the rest of his soda.

“They might have some pudding. I'll send someone to bring it up to us in a while.” 

Venom got up from the table and thanked the guys who served them. (Eli didn't bother to give any gratitude since his father had already done so.) The two of them left and walked over to Venom's room, talking idly about the food at Diamond Dogs. Eli complained whilst Venom gave rational responses about how it was difficult to have a wide variety of foods out here, and that nutrition was valued over flavour. Eli argued that if his father wanted his people to be happy that he should make every Friday fish and chips day, and that they should have ice cream too. Venom laughed at this and patted Eli's head, saying “Alright, I'll consider it.”

When they entered Venom's room again, Eli took off his shoes and threw himself on the bed, as if he'd returned from a hard day's work.

“What now, then?” Eli made himself comfortable, propping up a pillow behind his head.

“I was thinking we could watch a movie.” Venom suggested. “Ocelot got in some movies, some for us grown-ups and for the kids. We're thinking to get a projector to have some movie nights for morale.” Venom rummaged through a bag.

“I've not really seen any films recently.” Eli said. “Been a bit busy of late.” He remarked and Venom nodded.

“I know.” The man pulled out a tape. “I had this in mind for us to watch. It's Peter Pan. The Disney one.”

“Why?” Eli scoffed. “It's a dumb fairy story.”

“It makes me think of you.” Venom shrugged. “Give it a chance and I'm sure you'll see why.”

“...Fine.” Eli had gone with everything else so far and it hadn't been awful. He hadn't seen a cartoon in years. 

Venom popped it into the TV he had in the room (which Eli unfortunately recognised from Ocelot's room, but blocked the thought from his mind) and the tape began to play. Venom adjusted a few things on the TV and then got onto the bed beside Eli, after taking off his boots and jacket. 

Despite his initial cynicism, Eli tried his best to pretend that he was just a normal boy watching a movie, and actually found himself enjoying it. The Wendy girl was cute (though not his type, as she wasn't developed enough) and the animation was charming. Peter Pan himself was quite intriguing, with his shadow somehow escaping him. It was ridiculous but Eli no longer cared. 

Venom put an arm around Eli pulling him closer. The boy rested his head on his father's shoulder. When Captain Hook appeared, Eli glanced at Venom's red metallic hand. 

“So… you're like Hook. And I'm like Peter.” Eli realised.

“Yeah. And you've got your own Lost Boys.” Venom added.

Eli noticed he was even sort of dressed like Peter, in green, and both had daggers.

At some point, Eli was genuinely worried for Tinker Bell. His body tensed up, but his father held him tight and he didn't care about the rest of the world. The small fairy reminded him of the floating child, who tried to warn Eli about Ocelot but for some reason couldn't speak. Eli was rooting for Peter at the end, and was caught up in the magic of fiction. As the film drew to a close, his eyes felt heavy. It was evening now, and he yawned, “That was alright, actually.” 

“See? I knew you'd like it.” Venom got up to turn off the TV, and Eli stayed laying down.

“Are you tired?” Venom cooed. “You're welcome to sleep here.” 

“Really?” Eli yawned again. He really didn't fancy going out in the cold and heading back to his own room, when this bed was already warm, and much more comfortable. 

“Of course.” His father said softly. “Oh, and feel free to make yourself as comfortable as possible.” 

“Okay.” Eli had already removed his jacket, so he took off the necklaces he had, as well as his gloves and socks.

“You can use my bathroom, I already put in a spare toothbrush in case you wanted to stay.” His father said, and Eli, despite not really wanting to get up to brush his teeth, went to the bathroom. He ended up brushing his teeth since he was already there, after pissing, of course.

When Eli returned, his father was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, Eli, there's just one more thing I need you to do before you go to bed.” The man opened the drawer beside the bed.

“What?” Eli rubbed his weary eyes. His father pulled something out from a packet in the drawer.

“I want you to wear this.” The man was holding up a pull-up diaper.

Eli's jaw dropped. Was this a joke?

“Eli.” The man's tone was serious. “I need you to wear this if you're going to bed.”

“No way! I'm not a baby!” Eli folded his arms over his bare chest. 

“Don't be like this…” Venom pleaded. “It's just in case you have a little accident again!”

“No! I-I don't need it!” Eli didn't even want to look at the hideous puffy white thing in his father's hand.

“Eli, I know about your bedwetting problem.” His father admitted. Eli's eyes widened.

“What?!”

“Ocelot showed me the tapes last night of you sneaking into the laundry room with wet sheets and clothes.” Venom said and Eli gulped. He had lost his leverage over Ocelot.

“D-don't you think it's odd that Ocelot kept those?!” Eli tried in a desperate attempt to hold some power.

“No.” Venom shook his head. “And, I know he's responsible. He really didn't want to show me, since he knows it would make you embarrassed, but after last night, well… he's concerned for you, and as your father, I am too. So until we can solve the matter, I think it's best that you wear these to bed.” 

Eli was stunned. He thought he could be safe from the memories of his accidents and threat of Ocelot, but he was a fool.

“Eli… I know you don't have underwear on under the shorts, so, c'mon… just get them on quickly and you can go to bed.” Venom stood up and handed Eli the diaper. 

The tween looked at it in his hands. Was he really going to do this? He glanced at his father, who turned away from Eli to allow him to change. 

At least it wasn't as bad as wetting himself in front of him, Eli thought as he undressed and stepped into the pull-up. It wasn't as uncomfortable as he thought it would be.

“You can sleep in just those.” Venom said as he peeled back the bedsheets to allow Eli in. In a few minutes, the man had gotten ready for bed, and was in a white tank top and black boxers. He got into the bed and was next to Eli.

Eli realised that he was in bed with the man he vowed revenge on. He was there, in a diaper, letting the large man put his arm around Eli, who lay on his side, wondering just how he had ended up here.

It was better than being Ocelot's toy, he supposed, but now that his father didn't seem to see anything wrong with Ocelot having tapes of Eli getting naked, he would have to try another way to prove Ocelot's control over him. 

It was oddly comforting to have his father's arm around him, and Eli felt his eyes become heavy again.

“I love you, Eli.” His father said.

“...I…I know.” Eli muttered, then closed his eyes and fell asleep. He could figure out a plan tomorrow, but until then he let himself believe that he was safe there, like he truly was just a boy in his Daddy's loving arms.

Chapter Text

Eli slept well (and thankfully accident free). In the morning, his father called for a Diamond Dog to bring some breakfast over to them, and Eli ate some toast and orange juice and a banana, whilst his father remarked on Eli’s health, saying that he needed to eat up if he was going to be as strong as him. 

The boy was still in nothing but that pull-up diaper, but he was beginning to feel used to it. It was okay to sleep in, but he knew he shouldn’t like it. He could discuss that later, once he found a way to prove that Ocelot was the one behind these recent accidents. 

“So, what do you want to do today, son?” Venom asked, pouring the child some more orange juice in his glass. Eli sat cross legged on the bed, trying his best to not get crumbs everywhere.

“Dunno.” He shrugged, as his father gave him some more juice. 

“I guess we’ll see what the day brings then.” Venom brushed Eli’s messy hair back with his fingers. “You need to shower soon.” He said, and Eli pushed the man’s hand away.

“I don’t feel like it…” Eli sighed.

“You’re beginning to reach that age where you kinda stink.” The man laughed, and Eli turned away from him. 

“Well, if I smell that bad, then I’ll go!” He dramatically said, but his father put his arm around him.

“Hey, I never said I didn’t like it.”  The man leaned close to Eli and sniffed him, burying his nose in the crook of Eli’s neck where the boy was ticklish. 

“S-stop that!” Eli giggled, nearly dropping the glass of juice in his hands. 

Then, there was a knock at the door. 

“Boss, it’s me.” It was that bastard again!

Eli quickly put the glass of juice on the bedside table and covered himself up with the blanket as his father got up to open the door, pulling it open just slightly.
“Is it important?” Venom asked. 

“Of course, Boss.” Ocelot purred. “You know I’d never come and see you without good reason~” Eli could practically see the smirk on the man’s face in his mind, but remained laying down. His clothes were still strewn across the floor.

“Let me in, I’ve got a mission for you, Boss, and only you.” Ocelot pushed against the door, and Venom backed away. “Well, it’s more of a task, I’d say, but–” The man looked around the room and his piercing blue eyes caught sight of Eli, who had his back turned, pretending to be asleep.

“Oh… I’m sorry, Boss.” Ocelot lowered his voice. “I wasn’t… interrupting anything, was I?” 

“No, no… it’s fine.” His father said, and Eli was reminded that he was thankfully not alone. “He’s a little tired, but we can talk.”

“I’m sorry to have to break up your father-son bonding time, but today you had promised to train some men personally.”

“Oh, I forgot that was today…” Venom sighed, glancing back at his son. Eli’s eyes were open, but he was still acting as if he was asleep.

“You should make good on your promises to them. Oh, and Eli needs to get back to classes. You’ll have to break the news to your sleeping beauty once he’s up.” Ocelot chuckled.

“Alright.” Venom escorted the man out, both of them saying that they’d see each other later on. 

Once he was gone, Eli sat up.

“You heard him, kiddo.” Venom picked up Eli’s clothes on the floor and put them on the bed for him. “You’d better get going if you want to be on time.”

“I don’t care about being on time. I don’t want to go.” Eli pouted. 

“I know.” Venom cooed. “If it was up to me, you could stay here with me all day, and you wouldn’t have to get up from bed.”
“I mean… Well, I’d have to get up eventually to go to the toilet.” Eli countered, and Venom came over to pat his head. 

“Okay, kid, get dressed quickly. I’ll walk you over if you like?” He offered and Eli accepted. 

The boy quickly dressed himself and sat over the edge of the bed about to reach down and put on his boots, but his father kneeled down in front of him.

“I’ve got it.” Venom put Eli’s worn-out boots he’d stolen a few months ago on his feet (his father remarked that he’d get him new socks soon) and laced them up tight. “There. I see your boots unlaced sometimes, and I’m worried you’ll trip.” His father fretted over him, and made sure he looked somewhat presentable before they left. He wanted to hold Eli’s hand on the way, but the boy folded his arms, feeling a little chilly from the morning air. At least he had his gloves.

“Now, you’ll be a good boy while you’re at school, won’t you?” The man fixed a bit of Eli’s hair as they walked.

“I’ll try.” Eli yawned. 

“Good.” Venom patted the boy on the back. “You’re really smart for your age, you know?”

“Yeah. That’s why I don’t see the point in all this school stuff.” Eli sighed.

“I wasn’t much good in school… I mean, I don’t remember much, but…” His father said, and Eli couldn’t picture a man like him as a schoolboy.

“Anyway, you know I’m rooting for you, kiddo. I’ll see you later, okay?” He kissed Eli’s cheek, who didn’t like the prickle of his father’s facial hair, and rubbed it away immediately as his father left him outside the makeshift schoolroom. It was a sterile, shoddy, metallic temporary building plonked onto a platform. They had made some effort to try and spruce it up inside, and a few of the kids’ art was hung up on the walls (Eli had drawn an image of himself as the king of the world in crayons, but didn’t dare show anyone else), and they had some colourful bunting. 

“It’s nice to see you back, Eli.” Their teacher, a young black woman, whose codename was Laughing Zebra, said to him, but he knew that behind her smile (which always showed her gums), it was a lie. She didn’t tolerate any shenanigans, and the work she gave was mind-numbing. Sometimes she gave Eli different things to do, since the tasks were too easy, but he preferred to swing on his chair in the back of the class, and stare at her curvaceous behind (which was indeed much like a Zebra’s). 

Eli grunted a “Whatever” back at her, and sat in his chair near the window, behind everyone else. She delivered her lessons in Kikongo so that they all could understand, and Eli remembered how impressed she was that he had become fluent so easily. Today they were focussing on practicing writing in English, however, so whilst the others scrawled some paragraphs about what they would like to do in the future, she came up to Eli.

“Eli, I want you to write me a short story.” She said, handing him a pen from her pocket after realising he didn’t have one on his desk. 

“A story?” He scoffed. “What, do you think I’m gonna be Shakespeare or something?”

“You won’t know until you try.” She smiled, baring her teeth and pink gums. “Just write about whatever you like.”

“ Anything? ” Eli smirked.

“Be as creative as you like.” Laughing Zebra walked back to the front of the class and sat down at her desk, as the children began to write.

Eli leaned back in his chair and pondered. He could write about anything? He’d never been given that opportunity before. His handlers always gave him boring things to write in England, and same here. Sure, they had made him write stories before, but they had to be based on pictures or whatever they told him to. What do you write when you have the option to write absolutely anything?

He began to write about himself, (well, an imagined version of himself). She said he could write anything, so surely it meant that bad words were allowed, right? If he could pick anything to say or do, and had no limits, what would it be? He thought, and then he continued to write, and let his fantasies run wild. He had been inspired by Peter Pan, and decided to write a story where he was a Captain of a pirate ship, free to sail the seven seas. Then, his crew made a stop on an island of sirens, with tits like the coconuts on the trees, their bodies barely covered. Captain Nyoka was a handsome devil, (like in reality), and women threw themselves at him, from blonde bombshells, to red-headed feisty ones, and even ones like Laughing Zebra, with her huge arse. They gave Captain Nyoka fresh coconuts to drink out of, and gave him massages. His writing was becoming rather lewd, but it wasn’t his fault! He never knew literature could be so invigorating. Eli was getting carried away with writing smut, and felt his dick stir in his trousers, and crossed his legs, but was startled by the slight crinkling sound.

He gulped. He was still wearing that diaper! It was rather comfy, and Eli got dressed so fast that he just hadn’t realised. The tween’s erection pushed up against the diaper, and he crossed his legs, willing it to go away. He had also realised that his teacher was going to read the filth he had written, and she was approaching him, now taking in the children’s work. 

He had to get rid of the writing (though he did want to keep it for himself), and the diaper before anyone found out, but how could he do it? Eli looked at the clock. They were allowed to play outside for a while once it was 10.30. It was 10.25 now. Laughing Zebra came to his desk.

“Eli, may I have your notebook?”

“Uh, no!” He clutched it tight to his chest. “It’s not finished yet!”

“It only has to be a short story, I don’t mind if it’s not–” She tried to reason with him but he shook his head. 

“It won’t make sense if it’s not done! Just… please, I’ll do it as, like, homework!” He smiled as sweetly as he could.

“Oh… You’ve never said please before.” She was taken aback by this, adjusting her glasses. “I mean… Okay, then.” 

Eli felt like he could breathe again. She dismissed them for break, and Eli took the notebook outside with him, just in case she got curious and read his work. The children were chasing each other around, or talking to each other, or kicking around a ball. Eli wasn’t in the mood to play (if anything, he was in the mood to jerk off, but couldn’t do that out there), and so he stood near the railing overlooking the water, lost in his own thoughts.

It felt so wrong to be wearing something made for babies. Eli could piss himself right there, and they’d have no idea he was doing it. The idea of it made Eli’s tummy feel weird, and so he tried not to think about it anymore, but when he heard the sound of spurs jingling, his stomach turned.

“How are you, Eli?” The man asked. The kids were interested in what Ocelot had to say to him. 

“Fine.” Eli shrugged, hoping the answer would suffice.

“What are you holding? Your notebook?” Ocelot pointed to his hand. “Can I have a look? I’ve been curious to see what you kids have been up to.” Of course he bloody was, that nonce, Eli thought. 

“No.” Eli folded his arms. 

“Why not?” Ocelot stepped closer. “Just wanted a quick flick through, and then I’ll hand it back over.”

“It’s nothing interesting anyway.” Eli played it cool, his eyes shifting to the side. 

“Then why not show me it?” Ocelot chuckled. “C’mon kid…”

“No! Leave me alone!” Eli exclaimed, and Ocelot narrowed his eyes.

“You sure you wanna play these games, kid?” The man lowered his voice. 

Eli realised what he meant, but remembered he was protected now. If he could goad Ocelot into triggering him, maybe he could figure out how Ocelot did it! 

“Why can’t you just take no for an answer!?” Eli yelled, drawing the attention of his teacher who had come outside, and the other children. 

“Okay, okay… no need to get upset.” Ocelot placated him, holding his hands up. The man looked up to the cloudy sky. “Gosh, the rain looks like it’s gonna come down hard today.” 

Eli felt his bladder ache. He needed to go, but made himself stand as still as he could.

“Yeah. Guess so.” The boy agreed. Ocelot tilted his head curiously. “We’ll have to go inside soon.” He smirked.

“Mhm. Hasn’t rained in a while.” Ocelot placed emphasis on the word rain… that’s what it was that made him desperate to pee! 

Eli bit his lip and nodded. He needed to piss so bad, but he needed to see if there was something that would make him lose control, and as humiliating as it was to walk around with a wet diaper, it was better than his pants.

Ocelot blinked at him, then chuckled, “Guess we’d better prepare for… floods .”

Eli felt the inside of his diaper grow warm. Ocelot glanced at the boy’s crotch, and raised an eyebrow. He was pissing in a diaper like a baby, but he had never felt so smug, he stood with his legs slightly apart, and yawned as the padding caught all of his urine. They didn’t know it, but everyone was watching him piss, and the fact that they couldn’t tell was so oddly thrilling! 

“Because flooding is really not what we want.” Ocelot tried again, and Eli knew his secrets now.

The diaper was growing heavy, and Eli felt his heart race climb at the prospect of a leak. Ocelot gulped. 

“Guess you’d better go and tell the men.” Eli said as his stream continued. Fuck, this was so weird. 

“...I’ll see you around then.” Ocelot gave a small fake smile and walked away, and Eli could sense the frustration in the man’s steps. He even gave him a little wave as he went away, feeling victorious, and the attention faded, along with the stream of piss. 

It was the end of break, but when Eli got inside and sat down, the warm diaper squished against him. It was absolutely full, and he feared that it would leak from the sides, or the smell would be noticeable, so he left his notebook on the desk, and raised his hand.

“Please can I go to the toilet?” He asked.

“You just had break!” Laughing Zebra sighed. 

“Pleaseeee!” He whined, acting desperate. 

“You’d better let him go before he wets himself again.” One of the kids said to another in Kikongo and Eli wanted to break his nose, even though technically, he had already wet himself again. 

“Okay, go, quickly.” Laughing Zebra dismissed him, and the class giggled, but she shushed them. 

He left, and headed towards the children’s quarters located nearby to go to the bathroom and dispose of the heavy, piss-filled garment. No one noticed Eli’s slight waddle as he walked there, and none of the kids were around, obviously, so he made it without any suspicion. He closed the door of the stall behind him, undid his belt and yanked down his trousers, and looked down at the soaked diaper, which was stained yellow. He could tell it was close to leaking, and was incredibly lucky it didn’t. Even if it did, it would have been worth it, he supposed, since now he knew Ocelot’s trick was just in mere words. 

Eli carefully took off the diaper, and disposed of it in the metal trashcan, and hoped someone would change the bins soon. He cleaned himself, then pulled up his shorts and washed his hands, but didn’t particularly feel like returning to class. His father would let him off the hook, and he doubted Ocelot cared about Eli’s attendance right now. The old pervert was probably foaming at the mouth, wondering why his hypnosis thing stopped working. 

Eli decided to grab an early lunch (today was watery pasta) and then walked around some of the platforms, listening into the Diamond Dogs’ latest gossip. Despite wetting himself once again, he was feeling quite powerful, nigh untouchable, now that he had the privilege of his father’s attention and had leverage over Ocelot.

However, it wouldn't be long until the boy landed himself in more trouble…

Chapter Text

Eli walked around Mother Base idly, waiting to run into his father eventually. He tried his best to forget about the fact that he had pissed in a diaper like a baby just a few hours ago, and stared off into the distance. The horizon was so far away. The rushing waves below lulled him into a sense of false security. 

Then, he felt something in his neck. Was it a mosquito? Eli, with his arms that felt heavy, reached for the nape of his neck, where he felt a dart, but before he could pull it out, his legs failed him. He remembered being on the floor, the sound of spurs, and the world fading away.

His ears returned to the world before the rest of him did. There was music. It took a moment for the words to make sense.

“Come closer, honey, that’s better.

Got to get a brand-new experience, feeling right.”

Eli recognised the song, and his weary eyes opened. There was something in his mouth, but he didn’t know what.

“Oh, don’t try to stop, baby, hold me tight.” 

The singer’s muffled voice blended in with another familiar sound. Cold laughter. 

Eli’s senses woke up, and he realised where he was. His heart pounded, as the radio continued its familiar pop tune. He tried to move, but he glanced down and saw ropes binding his body to a chair.

Eli felt hands grasp his shoulders from behind, and he lifted his head up, as much as he could.

“We’re the kids in America!” Ocelot sang, mockingly. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Eli. You like this song, don’t you?” 

Eli couldn’t speak. He was gagged by something. 

“Oh, sorry.” Ocelot untied the fabric around his mouth. It was a red scarf. “That’s mine.” The man wiped away Eli’s drool with his leather-clad thumbs. 

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Eli yelled. “Let me go!” He struggled against the ropes, but it was futile. 

“All in good time, Eli.” He calmly replied, stepping around the bound child to stand in front of him. The song was finishing up, as Ocelot squatted down to meet Eli’s gaze. “I need to… clear up a few things between us. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Fuck you!” Eli tried to press his legs together. “Don’t you dare touch me!” 

“Woah, woah…” Ocelot chuckled, holding his hands up. “Whoever said I was going to touch you?”

Eli blinked at him in confusion. “What? Then why did you–”

“It’s just to ensure this is safe for us both.” Ocelot stood up. “A security measure. You’re pretty feisty.” He smirked. “Honestly, Eli, I’m shocked you’d think I would do something like that. I’m a reasonable man.”

“Oh, and that’s why you’re known for being a torture expert, right?” Eli sarcastically retorted.

“God!” Ocelot scoffed, tilting his head up to the ceiling. “Only you could have such a bratty attitude in such a situation, huh?” He stepped towards Eli, and pet the boy’s hair, making his stomach turn. “That’s just the thing about little nymphets like you.”

“Nymphets?” Eli echoed. “What the fuck does that mean?” 

“I never understood when I was younger.” Ocelot sighed. “People said that a pretty little thing like me was made for a specific kind of espionage.”

Another familiar song on the radio was playing, another catchy pop tune.

“Open up your loving arms, I want some, want some!

I set my sights on you

And no one else will do–”

Ocelot grasped Eli’s face, running his fingers along the boy’s jaw, still holding the softness of youth. “I think I was about eleven, or twelve. Just like you… and those people weren’t as nice to me as I am to you, Eli.” He smiled. “World’s scary, ain’t it? You know that… And back then, I was just a naive kid, same as you. I couldn’t understand what it was that older men liked about me, and my body, but I understand now.” His hungry eyes scanned Eli’s body, as the song’s chorus felt as if it was getting louder.

“But I can’t deflower you, Eli.” Ocelot stepped away, shaking his head. 

“So let me go!” Eli pleaded. 

“Oh, no. Not yet.” Ocelot chuckled. “You’re still in trouble, you see.”

“For what?” Eli scoffed. “Just let me go, and I won’t tell–” 

Ocelot walked to the table behind Eli, and picked something up. He held it up in front of the boy, whose eyes widened.

“You recognise this?” Ocelot opened up the pages of his notebook from class. 

“Stop!” Eli yelled.

Ocelot whistled. “Oh. Oh, wow.” His icy eyes scanned over the pages. He licked his lips, and cleared his throat. “‘Captain Nyoka,’” He took a pause to smirk at Eli. “‘Was a brave pirate, with a loyal crew. He was a handsome young man, with a gorgeous smile-’ Hm. You rarely ever smile, Eli. Also, you really couldn’t think up a better name?” 

“Shut up!” Eli’s face flushed red. 

“I’ll skip to the good part, shall I?” Ocelot turned the page, and Eli gulped. “‘When they landed on the island, the handsome captain stepped out first. There were tons of women, with tits as big as the coconuts on the trees.’ Very nice use of a simile.” He nodded, as if he was grading this seriously. “‘They had thin waists, and thick, juicy thighs that made him want to take a bite. The women offered him and his crew some fruits. They were unable to resist the captain’s charm, and he found himself being treated like a king. He kissed one of the women, (her short red curls had entranced him), slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Then, one of them reached from behind, and undid his trousers, and the captain’s massive cock was hard.’ Massive , huh?” Ocelot’s eyes darted to Eli’s crotch and shrugged, as Eli avoided his gaze. 

Ocelot closed the book, and Eli sighed out of relief.

“I’ve already read it. I happened to pass your teacher before, and she seemed quite concerned.” Ocelot flicked through the book again. “God, you’re a horny little thing, aren’t you? Writing porn in class?”

“And you think drugging me and tying me up is a reasonable response!?” Eli exclaimed.

“Just calm down…” Ocelot squatted down to his level again, dropping the book. “If I untie you… we could both… get rid of our frustrations.” The only way Eli could rid himself of his frustration was to strangle Ocelot by his scarf.

“Think about it, Eli… I know that you’re not innocent. Your colourful writing is proof of that. So what is there for you to lose, hm?” His proposition was sickening.

“No!” Eli shook his head. “I know you’re a nonce, so why me!? Why not any of the other kids?!”

“Like I said, I never understood when I was younger…” Ocelot placed a hand on Eli’s thigh gently. “But certain children are made to tempt people into sin… and you’re a perfect example of that, running around with those pink lips, and rosy nipples, your dirty, tanned skin asking to be licked clean…” He let go of Eli’s leg and roughly pinched his cheek. “The right mix of adorable and whorish… Your attitude is so enticing… I bet I’m not the only one around here who thinks about taming a defiant brat like you.” 

Eli shuddered at the thought. “I’m not going to let you!” The boy protested. Ocelot squeezed his cheek harder. 

“Hmph.” He let go and backed away, pacing back and forth. “Well, well. Playing innocent, are we?”

“What the fuck are you talking about now?” Eli was sick of these games. He wished he had something to free himself with, but these ropes were tight, and chafing his wrists when he tried to move them.

“You think I’m fucked up? Hmph… You’re the one who was in bed with your own father! You’ll reject me, but you’ll give it up for daddy, huh?” Ocelot tutted.

“What!?” Eli couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. 

“Your clothes were on the floor when I came into his quarters this morning… eager, were you?” Ocelot folded his arms and leaned forward. “What a little hypocrite you are, Eli. Disgusting .”

“No! I-I wasn’t naked!” Eli explained. “I told you, I’m not a fag, I would never do anything like that! You’re weird for thinking I did!”

“Ah…” Ocelot chuckled. “Now it’s making sense…” He paced back and forth again. “So, you really did wear that diaper to bed?”

Eli’s heart sank. “What?”

“Oh, right. I forgot to say, silly me.” Ocelot’s smile was so unbearable to look at. “Your teacher said that you had left class and didn’t come back. You said you went to the bathroom, so I decided to go look for you. Imagine my surprise when I see a diaper full of piss in the trash!” He laughed, and Eli kept his head down.

“I gotta hand it to you kid,” Ocelot clapped his hands slowly, revelling in the boy’s shame. “You really had me convinced that my hypnosis had stopped working on you. So, you really acted casual as you wet a diaper in front of me?”

“I had to prove somehow that it was you who was causing those accidents.” Eli said. “And now I know what you said to make it happen, so I-I don’t care!”

“Well, aren’t you clever?” Ocelot cooed. “You might know the magic words, but it still doesn’t stop their effect, y’know? Only I can trigger it, or stop it.”

“And you did all this, just because I didn’t want to have sex with you!?” The man was insane, Eli concluded.

“Oh, darling… not everything is as black and white as you think it is.” He stepped forward, staring down at the child in his clutches. “So, now it comes down to this. You know damaging things about me, but I know things about you. If you indulge me, it all goes away. And if you should think of telling, well… you know what I have over you.” He lifted Eli’s chin up, so the boy’s eyes met his. “What’ll it be, Eli? I’ll be gentle, y’know? Not like how people treated me when I was your age. I’m giving you a choice… I don’t want to treat you like a dumb kid.”

“Are you seriously fucking asking me to consent to being buggered by you after you knocked me out and tied me up?” 

Ocelot dug his fingers into his face. “It’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, Eli.”

Eli looked as if he was thinking, then spat in the man’s face, his saliva landing on his cheek. “That’s my answer, you bastard!”

Ocelot sighed, wiping his face with the back of his gloved hand. “Even after I’ve been so patient with you? I’ve been like a kind uncle to you, Eli, don’t you see that? Any other man in my position would have fucked you by now, whether you liked it or not. God, I had half a mind to pull down your pants after I tranq’d you and fuck you on the floor whilst you were out, but no!” He clenched his fists, the leather squeaking. “No, no, you see, I’d never do something like that. I’m not a monster. No. So, we’re gonna play a little game now, you and me. One of my favourites…”

He stepped to the side. “You see that clock there on the wall?” He pointed at it. “I’ll say the word that makes you desperate. If you can hold out for three minutes, with not a single drop of piss leaking out of you, I’ll let you go, and you don’t have to do anything for me. I’ll never ask again.”

Eli didn’t think he really had a choice in the matter. “And let me guess, if I lose, you’ll rape me?” 

“I already said, I’m not that depraved.” Ocelot shook his head. “But, this whole conversation is being recorded, and I’ll be sure to get some nice pictures of you wetting yourself to go with it… what I do with that will depend on you, of course. Oh, and… if you want to give up, you just say it, alright?”

“And then what?” Eli dreaded his answer.

“You give yourself up to me. Deal?” Ocelot glanced back at the clock.

“Fine.” Eli could do this. He had to. 

Ocelot waited until the next minute was about to begin, and as the seconds hand ticked over the twelve, he said the magic word. “Rain.” 

His bladder ached immediately, but Eli just bit his lip and stared at his captor. He had to stay strong. Ocelot sat on the edge of his bed, preparing his camera, whistling along to the radio. Eli tried to pay attention to the lyrics to distract him, but the words didn’t seem to make any sense as he tried to move in the chair, to press his thighs together. He clenched his fists that were tied together and watched the clock, every second ticking a little slower than the last. 

The first minute was agonising, and he still had two more to go. Ocelot was delighted watching the boy aimlessly squirm. Sweat formed on Eli’s brow, and he had to concentrate to stop himself leaking, every muscle in his body was tensed up to ensure that not a drop escaped. 

“You okay, Eli?” Ocelot asked, as if he wasn’t the one behind this. He got up and grabbed a jug of water and a glass from his desk, then stood in front of Eli.

“Thirsty?” He smirked and Eli shook his head. Ocelot slowly and emphatically poured some water into a glass, the unsteady stream splattering as it filled up the vessel, the sound of it trickling driving Eli insane.

“Oh, come on, Eli…” Ocelot gulped down some water, then sighed from relief. “It’s bad to hold it in for so long…” 

Eli focused on his breathing, taking deep breaths in, and long exhales out. His bladder was crying out for relief, but he had one minute left, and Ocelot was beginning to get nervous, Eli told himself. Just sixty seconds. It was painful now, like his bladder was bloated, absolutely filled to the brim. He didn’t care about when the time was up, Eli knew he’d probably leak before Ocelot had untied him. 

Ocelot turned back to the clock, and then walked up to Eli. “Hmph. You’re doing pretty good at holding it.” He went around the chair, putting his hands on his shoulders. “I’m impressed.” He leaned in to whisper in Eli’s ear. “But I wonder how you’ll handle this.”

Before Eli could understand what he meant, Ocelot reached a hand down to press above Eli’s crotch, squishing his bladder. The boy gasped, and with just a few seconds to spare, a jet of urine gushed out. He quickly stopped the flow, but there was a dark spot at his crotch.

“Aw.” Ocelot let go, his breath still tickling the boy’s ear. “You were so close.”

“You cheated!” Eli growled. “You didn’t say you would touch me!” His voice came out whiny, and his legs were trembling from how much he needed to go. 

“I never said I wouldn’t either, did I?” Ocelot patted his head, then stood in front of the boy again. “So, Eli, it looks like you lose again… but since my tactics were admittedly underhanded, I’ll give you one last chance. If you sleep with me, I’ll untie you. You can go to the bathroom and then I’ll make you feel so good–”

“No!” Eli shook his head. “I’m not doing it!”

“Oh, but don’t you need to pee?” Ocelot picked up the camera from his bed. 

“Yes!” Eli admitted. “A-and if you don’t let me go, I’ll piss on your chair, and it’ll be in the cushiony bit and on the floor–”

“Fine by me.” Ocelot stepped closer, looking through the camera lens. “Go on. Flood.”

“Ah-!” Eli gasped at just how quickly his body reacted, a stream of piss immediately flowing out of him. It felt good, but he knew he couldn’t show any signs of pleasure in front of that madman. He stared down at it pooling at his crotch and running down the middle of his thighs. It dripped down to the floor beneath him. Alongside the sound of his piss splattering on the floor, Eli heard the camera click, and he looked straight into the bright flash.

“Oh, that’s good.” Ocelot took more pictures, from different angles, as Eli was helpless to turn away or stop pissing until he was completely empty. Eli had definitely stained the chair by now, and despite the fact that he should be used to the warmth and wetness after so many accidents, it never got any less humiliating, especially as that freak grinned and photographed it all. Eli could see that Ocelot had a boner by the time the stream tapered off. 

Ocelot came over to untie him. “Now, no fighting when I let you go, okay? We don’t want anyone to know about this, do we?”

“Fuck you!” Eli screamed, feeling tears prickle in his eyes. 

“Hey!” Ocelot paused in unfastening the ropes. “We had a deal, didn’t we? And you lost. I’m being kind… Besides, you know how you can make these games end–”

“Just let me go, please!” Eli sobbed.

Ocelot finished untying him, and Eli stood up, more urine flowing down from the holes of his shorts. His wet legs were beginning to feel cold.

“Now, I’ve got some cleaning up to do. Why don’t you go run to daddy, huh?” Ocelot ushered him out, not even hiding the fact that his erection was visible. Eli, defeated, left, and walked over to his father’s room, not too far away. He was crying. He hated crying, especially where someone could see. 

He knocked frantically at V’s door, hoping he was in. 

“Who is it?” His father’s voice asked.

“D-daddy–!” Eli was able to call to him through his sobbing, and the door was rapidly opened. V pulled the boy into his arms, and there was nothing that Eli could do but cry and cry. 

“Oh, my poor baby…” V rubbed his back. “You had another accident?”

“Mhm…” Eli couldn’t explain the truth. He was still in Ocelot’s grasp, no matter how much he tried. 

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay… but what happened, weren’t you wearing that diaper–”

“I-I already used it…” Eli sniffled. 

“Hm… I guess we’ll just have to be more careful, alright?” He softly petted Eli’s hair. “I’ll get you more diapers. Thicker ones.”

“O-okay…” Eli didn’t really want to wear them, but what could he do? It was the only thing that could make Ocelot’s tricks unnoticeable to others.

“Let’s get you cleaned up then. Lucky for you, my shower’s been fixed.” V held Eli’s hand and brought him into the bathroom. “Hey, uh… if you’d like I can give you a bath.”

“Uh…” Eli didn’t know if that was really a normal thing to do. Parents did bathe their kids, right? “Okay.”

“Good. Just sit on this stool and I’ll take care of washing your hair.” V told him, and after some help, Eli stripped off and got under the showerhead. V turned on the water. He was only in a plain black t-shirt and fatigues, so his arms weren’t going to get wet. He poured the shampoo into his hands and Eli closed his eyes. Whilst it was weird to feel one metallic hand in his scalp and one human, it was still relaxing. 

“Your hair is so cute.” V said.

“Cute? What do you mean?” Eli scoffed. 

“Just is. It’s weird to imagine myself as a blonde… and yet… it suits you.” He was careful to not be too rough or get it in Eli’s eyes. 

“But I look like you.” Eli reminded him. “How can it suit me any more than you?”

“It just fits your personality, I guess.” V said, washing the boy’s hair. “And, no. Our personalities aren’t the same.”

“Guess so.” Eli sighed. How would his father have dealt with Ocelot if they were the same age? 

“There. Stand up, let me get the rest of you.” V said, reaching for the bar of soap. 

Eli stood up and suddenly felt awkward as his father rubbed soap on his body, starting with his neck and shoulders, then moving down to his chest, running his hand over the boy’s nipples, making Eli remember what Ocelot had said about him. Did his nipples really stir such thoughts in people? And his tanned skin, now glistening from the water, did that make him a ‘nymphet’ too? His father rubbed over his stomach, his muscles beneath the fat he was yet to shed from youth. V held Eli’s hand with his prosthetic one and then ran the soap bar down the boy’s arm, then did the other. Eli turned around so he could get his back too, his hand gliding down to Eli’s butt, making the boy gulp. Was his arse fuckable to only Ocelot, or were others interested? Eli turned around again, and before his father could touch Eli’s dick, the boy backed away.

“I-I think I’ll be alright.” Eli said sheepishly. 

“You sure? I don’t mind–”

“I’m sure. Thanks.” Eli watched his father leave, ignoring the slightly disappointed look on his face. In private, he continued to bathe himself. When he was done, he stepped out and dried himself with the towel, and realised his father didn’t give him any clothes, which was fair enough, since he likely hadn’t expected Eli to be needing any.

“Here.” V held up another diaper. “I can’t get you anything else right now, but, uh, at least you’ll be protected. You’re sleeping here tonight, aren’t you?” 

“...I guess so.” It’s not like Eli could walk out of there with his piss-soaked clothes on (his father said he already sent them away), so he had to accept the diaper. 

“Oh, here, let me help. This one’s a bit different.” V helped him put it on, fastening the tapes at the sides. 

“Thanks…” Eli said, then sat on the bed. “Sorry for before…” He realised just how pathetic he must have looked whilst crying like a baby.

“No, don’t worry…” V kissed Eli’s forehead. “You just need some care and attention… Is there anything you need, baby?”

Eli leaned back against the headboard of the bed. He wanted to forget the rest of the world. Was it cowardly to sit in here and hide from everything else, with the man he told himself he would always despise? He wasn’t sure what to feel, or what to do, but found himself asking for something sweet to eat, and for another movie to watch. 

V used his iDroid to request for some pudding to be brought to them, and put on another VHS tape, this time of Disney’s Robin Hood. Eli leaned against his father’s warm, muscular arm as he ate his rice pudding, feeling cosy and safe under the blankets. 

At least he had something that Ocelot couldn’t take from him.