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"Ahh, please–"

"Shh, don't be a brat, Megumi."

"But, daddy–"

Toji cranks up the vibrator to the highest setting, making the boy on the bed shriek and squirm. "Didn't I tell you to stop fuckin' whining?"

Tears dampen the ratty old t shirt that's wrapped tight around Megumi's eyes, struggling against the handcuffs that shackle his arms above his head, because of course his father has high grade steel cuffs and shirts with holes.

"Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Megumi gasps.

Toji groans, stroking his cock. His baby is so pretty like this, but, "Sorry doesn't cut it, Megumi. If I didn't come and save your ass tonight, you woulda been kidnapped, raped, and left for dead on the side of the road." The thought of it makes his cock swell.

Megumi hiccups as an avalanche rushes through his veins. "I didn't mean to, I promise! Please, make it stop!"

Clicking his tongue, Toji rises from his seat on the floor, stalking his way to the cigarette burned couch. "You're telling me you didn't mean to make such slutty eyes at the man in the bar?"

"Yes! I mean, no– I mean– daddy, please," Megumi cries, his throat still decorated in harsh rings of red. He humps the air uselessly, the cage on his cock slapping against his abdomen. "I'm sorry! I don't want him!"

"Tch, That's right, brat." Toji pushes his son down and crawls right over him. He jerks his cock right in front of Megumi's flush painted face, not that the boy could see it anyway. "Do you really think I'd let you come to the thought of another man?"

He rubs the tip against Megumi's wet cheek, before shoving it inside the boy's gasping mouth, preventing any answer from escaping. Recalling the man at the bar forces a growl out of the man. Some white haired pompous bitch who wears shades insides a dark shady bar, what a fucking tool. Staring at his baby like some free use hole—Toji should have killed him right then and there.

He fantasizes about what kind of bloodbath that would be when he fucks himself deeper into the mouth of his precious little son.

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Luring him was easy, taking him home was even easier.

How's a kid who hates his father to say no to a handsome rich stranger that could promise him a far better life? Satoru had him cornered the second he walked through those seedy double doors.

Only, this kid was quite the stubborn brat when he chose to be.

"Megumi, was it?" Satoru stands more than a foot above him, easily. More than his dickwad of a father did. It's cute how much the boy pretends it doesn't bother him. "Why aren't you wearing the clothes I brought you? After I so thoughtfully picked them out, I knew they'd suit you best."

Megumi has his back against the bedroom wall, the one Satoru so generously donated to him. It's pink and frilly and cute, isn't it, Megumi? But the dress and panties he laid out were still untouched when he came to check.

"You're– you're crazy, I'm not wearing that," Megumi argues, but it sounds pretty weak when hems trapped under Satoru's shadow.

"Come on, princess, the green color really does suit you best. Don't you want to be my perfect little girl?" Satoru presses, inching forward ever so slightly, a hair's breadth away from his erection being pressed up against Megumi's front. "I didn't think I picked up a little bitch who can't take orders properly. I would hate to find out what happens when I'm disobeyed."

Megumi gulps and Satoru follows the swishing of his eyes like a laser.

He grins and leans into Megumi's ear.

"Don't you think?"

Ah, Satoru was right of course. Green really is the best color for Megumi.

He pats his lap. "Come here, princess, don't you want to watch cartoons with me?"

Megumi stands shyly at doorway of the living room. Lip bitten and fisting his dress down trying to cover his thighs more, the green lace of the dress just barely covering his panties. Oops, looks like Satoru should have gotten a smaller size.

Satoru frowns and pats his lap again. "Come on, kitten. Are you going to make me wait forever? The best shows are starting." It's Tom and Jerry, a classic.

Megumi slowly pads his way over, a burning glare supported by pink cheeks and shameful eyes. He stands awkwardly off to the side from Satoru. "Um, I...."

He's so light when Satoru yanks him to his lap, the squeak that comes out is just too precious. Satoru really does know how to pick them.

Megumi squirms in his seat, unintentionally grinding his butt against Satoru's swelling cock, and fuck, it feels so good already. The dress rides up, revealing those striped matching green panties with the little bow. Satoru can't help but squeeze those milky thighs and let his hands wander up, copping a feel right there.

"Wh-what—hey!" Megumi darts to grab Satoru's wrist, only for the man to yank his hands away, securing one arm to his side. He nuzzles into Megumi's nape.

"Shhh, just watch the cartoon, okay baby?"

"Please, don't–"

"Hmm? Isn't this what you wanted? Why you came home with me in the first place?"

Megumi's body, rendering the boy shut and he stiffens and closes his mouth. "Good girl."

Megumi jumps when Satoru cups his cock, but doesn't move away or stop him. He probably gave up on trying, much to Satoru's pleasure.

Dipping his fingers beneath the waistband to stroke the boy in his clothes. How precious, the muffled noises he tries to swallow down despite how fast his cock hardens beneath Satoru's touch.

"Nnngh, pl-please." Megumi's white knuckles iron grip Satoru's dress pants.

"Shhhh, relax baby, I've got you," Satoru purrs. He reaching into his pocket to bring out the bottle of lube he keeps on hand. In case they don't always make it back to his house first, but he was patient this time. Coating his fingers before slipping them between Megumi's cheeks.

"Wait, I'm- I'm not... I've never–"

"Of course not, baby, you're too young to be so experienced, that's why Imm here to help you out, right? Let me show you how it's done."

He presses a finger against Megumi's rim, drinking in the tightness of his hole when he breaches two knuckles deep. Fuck, he really got lucky this time, he might have to keep this one.

Megumi cries out, the second finger entering and scissoring him a little too fast, a little too impatiently. It feels weird, it hurts a little. "I'm, I'm not used to this," he gasps. "Slow- slow down."

Keep your eyes on the show, darling," Satoru orders. Two fingers is enough, his cock decides, he wants to really feel Megumi around him, and he's sure Megumi feels the same.

Digging his cock from his pants is a bit of a hassle when Megumi keeps trying to fight him, but one good slap to his ass gets him to stop squirming as he shoves Megumi's panties to his knees.

"Relax, baby, just watch the cartoon, okay? Look, it's at the best part," Satoru coaxes when he angles his tip against Megumi's hole.

"I don't think I can–" Megumi gasps, lifted by his thighs when he's spread apart and pierced by the head of Satoru's cock. "Aahh! Wait! It- I can't take it!"

"Cartoon, darling, you don't want to miss it, I promise." Satoru kisses Megumi's nape, leading  to the space between his neck and shoulder and bites down. A claiming bite that renders the boy pliant in his grip with a mumbled groan.

Each inch sucks him tight as Satoru squeezes in. Megumi's contorted cries drown out the television as he struggles to hold back the noise.

"Ah, ah, no hiding your voice, baby. Let me hear you. It's your first time, let's make it special," Satoru moans when Megumi's fully seated back onto him. He presses against the bulge in Megumi's stomach, feral with the sensation of being so deep inside. It feels so good, he might just come right there.

"Fuck- fuck, I can't, take it out, I can't-"

"No swearing, Megumi, that's highly inappropriate for such a child," Satoru growls, licking up the side of his neck before forcing the boy to angle his face toward the side, just enough for Satoru violate his mouth and lick all his incisors.

He picks the boy up and drops him back down, swallowing the cries that come with it. Thrusting in and out of Megumi's hole, becoming the new sound effects to the scenes on tv as their skin slaps together.

Megumi whines, reaching for his own pathetic cock that bounces useless against his belly, but Satoru snatches both his wrists and holds him captive.

"Nope!" he sings. "Touching yourself is dirty, Megumi-chan, not allowed!" With one hand securing the boy's skinny wrists, the other holds tight to his hips, gravity dragging him back down to Satoru's lap even deeper than before.

"I'm gonna– can't take it..." Megumi pleas, head bobbing against Satoru's shoulder.

"Already? How cute! Come on Megumi, come. Come untouched and let me see that pretty face you make when you orgasm."

Megumi squeezes his eyes shut as the burning in his gut boils up, mind going blank as the pleasure takes over his logic. He shakes his head like a dog, too embarrassed to be seen.

Satoru growls, gripping Megumi's chin so he cranes his beck to the side and Satoru can get a good look as he pounds further into his baby boy. "Let me see." Squishing Megumi's cheeks together, the boy comes with a shout, dewey mist building at the corners of his eyes.

"Unngh- please, ahh!"

"How pretty, Megumi-chan, so pretty for me." Satoru pulls out, driven by the high of being the first to see Megumi orgasm, to make him come. It makes his cock impossibly harder and he flips the boy to his stomach, hiking his ass up in the air as he slams back in.

The new angle providing easier access for Satoru to fuck him through the couch.

Megumi wails. "Stop! Stop! I can't! Not anymore!"

Satoru rolls his eyes and yanks him back by the hair. "Shut up and watch the cartoons, Megumi. That's why I put them on for you."

He drops the boy back to the cushion, head facing the tv just like he wanted as he grabs the boys hips and fucks him harder.

Satoru deserves his own release, too.

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"Wh-where am I?"

Megumi wakes up in a room he doesn't recognize. Bright white walls, lined with blue wired lights and the smell of something metallic that tickles his nose.

"Oh look, he's awake."

"About damn time. Do humans always sleep this long?" Someone growls.

"Satoru, we did give him an extra dosage. Be nice."

Megumi blinks and attempts to rub his eyes, only to find his arms bound to a table and– is he naked?

"What the fuck?" Jerking against his restraints does nothing. His senses kicking into gear tells him it's useless. There's a collar around his neck, beeping softly. "What the hell is going on?"

Two men step out from the shadows into view. Alarmingly tall and indisputably good looking, much to Megumi's estranged annoyance. In another fantasy, this could be a dream.

The man with long black hair smiles kindly but seems deceitful, stepping closer to monitor Megumi like some kind of lab rat. "According to Shoko, humans are quite fragile, should we lessen his bonds?" He looks towards his partner.

A white haired man with a smuggish grin that sends warning bells off in Megumi's ears.

"No way, what if he bites? I heard humans have rabies." He comes to step on the opposing side of the table, both men hovering over Megumi like a feast.

"What the hell are you two talking about? You're human, too! Release me!" Megumi growls, thrashing around. The rabies comment might have gotten beneath his skin, just a little. "...Aren't you?"

"Haha! How cute! He thinks we're human, Suguru!" The white one mocks, throwing his head back.

"Be nice, Satoru," Suguru chides, casting a pitying smile towards Megumi. "We took this form because it would be most natural to you. To not scare you as much. I believe your kind would call us something along the lines of 'aliens'."

Megumi blinks. "What? Aliens aren't real."

"Oh we're real all right," Satoru grins. "Do you really think you're the only life forms in the universe? How self centered."

"Satoru."

"Just sayin!"

It doesn't make any sense, Megumi still can't wrap his mind around the whole situation. "But why me? And why am I... naked?"

"We've been watching you for quite some time now, and Satoru, here, thought you were the cutest—"

"Hey!"

"—so we decided to snatch you up, you make it quite easy. Maybe humans really have no self preservation skills after all, and that's why you all die so fast," Suguru rattles, unconcerned of the offended look on Megumi's face. "In regards to your nudity, we had to make sure you weren't carrying and secret weapons, and we wanted to study the human body."

"Yeah," Satoru chimes in, leaning down closer as he trails a finger up Megumi's stomach to his ribs. It causes the boy to shudder involuntarily. "What makes you tick... what makes you squirm..." His hand caresses Megumi's face before sliding down and pinching his nipple.

Megumi gasps, eyes blown wide.

"...What makes you make such cute faces," Satoru chirps.

"That- that's! Not! Hey! Don't touch me there!" Megumi  shrieks when both men tweak his pink buds. To his horror, it makes his cock begin to stir.

"Hmm, interesting," Suguru ponders with a finger to his chin. "You know, Megumi, unlike you humans, our species have no need to reproduce by connecting with each other through our bodily organs, so we find that quite fascinating that humans engage in this act of what you call 'sex'."

Megumi pales, jerking at his restraints. "What does that have to do with me? I can't reproduce, I'm not a girl."

"Oh, details." Satoru waves his hand. "Not every human has sex for reproducing, which is why we're so curious about what makes it so special. It must feel good right?" Without warning, he grabs a hold of Megumi's cock, a little too rough when he squeezes it dry. "We want to try it."

"What? But I–"

"Megumi, is it true humans are sensitive here?" Suguru asks calmly before bending over and licking a stripe up the column of Megumi's neck, pinching the boy's nipple and nibbling on his ear.

The noise that erupts from Megumi's mouth is all the confirmation they need.

"You know, Suguru, I hear humans love to incorporate toys during this sex act of theirs. Should we test out some theories?" Satoru pulls out a bag that surprises both Suguru and Megumi, when he fishes through it and brings out a handfuls of various colorful toys.

"Satoru, did you go shopping when I wasn't looking?"

"Guilty as charged." The man shrugs with no remorse. He lays out the toys across Megumi's stomach, both men eyeing his collection. Satoru picks up a pair of balls on a string and a pair of pinchers on a silver chain. "These look like toys for a pet."

"Fitting, don't you think?" Suguru chuckles.

Megumi stares at the duo in horror. "No way, I'm not your pet. Let me go," his voice trembles as two sets of eyes stare him down with hunger.

Suguru takes the clamps from Satoru's hand. "Hmmm, I think I have an idea of where these go," he purrs, opening the clamps and attaching them each to Megumi's nipples.

The boy howls at the pain, before it dulls into a throb against his chest. Face and neck flushed pink from the embarrassed noises coming from his own mouth. "Ta-take them off."

"Ah, but this?" Satoru twirls the beads around his finger. "What's the point of these?"

"I think it goes inside of him."

"But why do that when they have organs meant for penetration?"

Suguru doesn't have an answer and Satoru tosses it aside. "Why don't we find out what makes these organs so special?"

The pair pull down their zippers and release their cocks at once, each throbbing and hard and bigger than Megumi would like to admit.

Satoru gives his a tug and rolls his head back. "Oh fuck, they're right. It does feel good."

"Mm, must feel better when it's inside, yeah?" Suguru groans, eyeing Megumi like prey.

Four hands start to roam all over Megumi's body, pinching and squeezing his muscles, digging into his flesh, and pulling at the chains of the nipple clamps. Each movement sending tidal waves of pain mixed with confused pleasure coursing through Megumi's blood and making his cock stand tall.

It's when they get to his ass, does Megumi jolt from the prodding of his hole. "Wait! You, you need to prepare me first," he stutters out, too ashamed to look them in the eyes. "It'll hurt if you don't...."

Suguru and Satoru exchange looks. "Prepare?"

Satoru scours his bag again, fishing out a bottle and turning it over. "The lady at the counter did give me this. Said I would need it and gave it to me for free because of how many things I bought."

Suguru furrows his brows but Megumi nods hurriedly.

"Yes, yeah you need to... to... finger me open... with that," he mumbles, voice going quieter from embarrassment. He desperately wishes he could hide his face. Why the hell is he telling them this anyway? Must be the blood pooling south instead of north. They are rather attractive....

Suguru steals the bottle, uncapping the lid and spreading it on his fingers, giving it a sniff before shrugging.

"Hey, why do you get to do it? Give it back." Satoru complains, snatching the bottle and repeating the actions.

They each grab a leg and hike Megumi's knees to his chest, eyeing his hole with wet fingers.

"Wait– I don't need both of yo- aughh!"

One finger each gets pressed inside, both ignorant to how the human body limitations as they groan at the delicious tight squeeze.

"Holy shit," Suguru breathes, losing his calm demeanor.

"Fuck, he's gonna feel so good," Satoru agrees.

They pump in and out of Megumi, the boy desperately shifting his hips to adjust to the new intrusion.

"Unggh, please, wait-"

"Do you think this is enough?" Satoru asks, only getting another shrug in response from his partner.

"No! No, please, more-" Megumi begs, for what, he doesn't know at this point, but the pain is slowly dulling into an odd sense of pleasure and his cock seems to enjoy it.

It kicks the two into gear as they thrust their fingers inside him faster, adding more and stretching him further. Megumi arches his back into the touch, the table digging into his shoulder blades as he cries out.

"Who gets to fuck him first?" Satoru asks, licking his lips. "I was the one who picked him out, so me?"

Suguru rolls his eyes. "I came up with the plan, moron. We wouldn't have gotten this far without it."

"Tch, I could have easily done it without you. It woukd have just been a little... messier."

Suguru arches his brows, unimpressed, before looking down at Megumi's flushed face. "Same time?"

"What? No way!" Megumi screeches, freezing up. "You'll break me!"

"Eh, we can fix ya. Alien technology is way more advanced than humans ever got. You guys are kind of dumb." Satoru smirks.

The insult makes Megumi wrinkle his nose.

"Satoru, we can't break him just yet, we just got him. Let's take it easy just this once. We can rock, paper, scissors for it."

"Unbelievable," Megumi huffs. If he were to tell his friends that two aliens played a children's game to debate on who fucks him first, they wouldn't believe him.

Satoru grumbles an acceptance, while Megumi watches with horror as his fate unfolds in such a childish way.

Suguru wins.

"Fucking hell, I totally deserve that," Satoru complains.

"Shut up, help me get him off this table, I can't reach him properly like this," Suguru commands, working on the straps that secure Megumi's arms. He pauses to look down at their captive. "Don't try to run away, you won't win."

The collar around his neck seems to tingle in response. Megumi wishes he could bite him for that, but he keeps silent, thankful to just be freed from his restraints.

His freedom of being released is short lived when Satoru pulls him into for a kiss, capturing his mouth and holding him tight in place as he's being invaded.

"Satoru–"

"What?" Satoru retorts, pulling apart with a pop. He's a messy kisser. "You take his ass, I get his mouth. He has two holes doesn't he?"

Megumi's too lightheaded from having his breath stolen to properly register the situation, until Suguru's grabbing his hips and yanking him back.

"You're just as much of a handful as the human." He frowns, but his attention quickly is recaptured by Megumi's ass that now in better view. He pinches and squeezes the skin, groping the flesh with greedy hands.

"Yeah well, if you don't hurry up, I'm gonna flip and fuck him first," Satoru challenges, cupping Megumi's face with both hands and smashing their lips together.

Suguru doesn't respond, preoccupying himself with Megumi's hole as he fingers in and out a couple of times before lining up his cock. With a roll of his hips, he pushes inside.

Megumi gasps into Satoru's mouth, moaning vibrations against the tongue that teases his. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to adjust to Suguru's large cock pulling at his walls. If Satoru wasn't holding him up, he surely would have fallen.

"Ahhhn! Fuck!" Megumi whines.

"Oh shit, he really is tight," Suguru grunts, sinking in further until he hits the base. "No wonder humans like this so much."

"Quit bragging and hurry up," Satoru frowns, returning his attention to Megumi's dazed look. "Come on, show me that pretty mouth of yours." He guides Megumi's head down to his own leaking shaft, coaxing it past the boy's lips with a groan. "Damn, your mouth is just as hot, baby."

Being thrusted forward and back, pierced by Suguru's cock and stuffed from Satoru's in his mouth, Megumi can only take it as his body is rocked to their hips. Tears prickling his eyes when Satoru thrusts a little too deep and makes him gag, makes his body tighten and his hole clench around Suguru as he's fucked harder in response.

"Ahh, so small, humans are so weak," Suguru groans. Enthralled by the size difference of Megumi's small frame against his own, how easily he dwarfs him, how his hands almost connect around Megumi's waist. It drives him crazy with desire as he punctures deeper.

Megumi screams, the pain in his ass becoming overwhelming and unable to voice his cries finally pushes the tears out.

Satoru shoves his head down with a growl, hitting the hilt and choking the boy on his cock. "Fuck, Suguru, hurry up. It's mine turn."

"No way." Suguru slams his hips into the boy, before grabbing Megumi's shoulder's and pulling him back against his chest, freeing him from Satoru's cock and pulling his knees to his chest to expose the full view of his cock buried in Megumi's ass. "I think he can take two."

"Wha-? Wait," Megumi blubbers, limbs weak from burn out as he's bounced like a doll on Suguru's lap.

Satoru's eyes widen, immediately crawling in closer and invading Megumi's space. "I think so too."

"No way, won't fit...." Megumi tries, but his resistance goes ignored when he feels the head of Satoru's cock line up next to Suguru's.

"You can take it, don't worry. And if not, we'll fix you. Right, Suguru?" Satoru's already starting to push inside, stretching Megumi's walls further than he ever thought imaginable.

"Right," Suguru pants, too lust blown to give a shit what Satoru is blabbering about.

Megumi tightens further around the two, but Satoru still manages to bully his way in.

"Holy fuck, you weren't lying, he feels incredible," Satoru praises. He doesn't waste time, jerking his hips and starting a brutal pace that Suguru never committed to. And somehow, it makes Megumi grateful Suguru was the one to fuck him first.

It kicks the other into gear as they both start thrusting in and out of the boy in between them. Megumi digs his nails into Satoru's shoulders as he feels himself being torn apart. The chain connecting his nipples bounces against his chest, pulling on them just enough to drive him crazy.

His head falls back with open mouth shrieks. He won't survive this, he's sure of it. Not with two superhuman entities intent on tearing him apart from the inside out.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, ahh!" Megumi swears. His orgasm ripples through him out of no where, surprising the trio as his come splashes against his stomach.

"That's hot," Satoru groans, pulling at the chains and licking it off the planes of Megumi's chest.

"I can't take it... anymore... ahh!" Megumi whines, falling limp in their grasp. His whole body feels like a deflated balloon, popped twice and then rolled over by a truck. But the aliens don't listen, continuing to fuck him without care as they chase their own superhuman climaxes.

"Oh yeah, we're keeping you," Satoru growls in his ear.

How long has it been? There's no way to tell. Not where he is or how much time has passed or how long this will continue to go on. Megumi can only chew his lip and hold on tight.

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Dammit, Satoru was too late.

"Stop this. You don't want to do this, Suguru. Let Megumi go."

Suguru smirks. The helplessness written across Satoru's face is so comical he could cry. Standing amongst his followers, bloodied knuckles at his side. "How many people have you killed so far, Satoru? Do you feel any regret at all?"

He keeps one hand locked around Megumi's neck, not that he'd go anywhere anyway. The boy sits obediently in his lap. Such a good little dog,  no wonder Satoru favors him.

"Let Megumi go," Satoru repeats. His voice doesn't waver but his eyes do. His cursed energy does.

"Oh? Does seeing your precious little boy like this make you angry? So pliant on my lap, so willingly flushed and humiliated amongst my followers? He came right to me, you know. Begged me to do this, strip him naked and fuck him in front of everyone."

Satoru's cursed energy spikes and Suguru could taste Blue and Red and all the shades of Purple in between but nothing ever sparks. No. Satoru can't risk such a thing.

"No he didn't, you brainwashed him, just like you did with the rest of the crowd. They're all blinded by your scum teachings and you know it. No one is properly delusional enough to think you're right."

Suguru sighs. "You're no fun anymore, Satoru. What happened? Does this troublesome brat really mean that much to you? I thought I was the only one you ever considered your closest?"

He feels his cock twitch inside Megumi, the boy gasps and squirms ever so slightly in his grasp.

"Gojo–sa- ah!" Megumi's pupils dilate. He must feel Satoru's energy nearby, how cute. How ugly.

Suguru tightens his grip. "Hush."

"That ended the day you massacred that village, Suguru. Your family!" Satoru growls.

Boring. Suguru fakes a yawn. "Family? Since when did you ever care about family? Last I heard the Gojo's haven't heard from you since we graduated  all those years ago. Unless you consider this kid your family now, because you bought him, right? Stole him right from the Zenin clan and here you are claiming to be special to some middle schooler like a pervert."

A bullet of Blue zips through his hair slicing his cheek in the process before exploding to the wall behind him, like a spiderweb of chaos.

"He's not Zenin."

Suguru frowns. Wiping the blood from his cheek and sticking the finger in Megumi's mouth. The boy groans around the finger, dazed and glossy eyed and desperate desperate desperate. For what? For whom? Suguru's getting tired.

"Don't you have any manners, Satoru? You could have hit us."

"I wouldn't hit Megumi." Satoru stands firm. That damn blindfold hiding those blue eyes like a coward.

"Then take the shot already," Suguru challenges. "Or are you scared? Scared because Megumi's so wrapped up in me, you won't know what would happen if you killed me without breaking the curse first, hm? He could be gone forever. A brainless sack of meat that can only think of me no matter how many times Shoko tries to heal him. You and I both know curses can be unpredictable like that."

"Let him go, Suguru."

"Hmm," Suguru taps his chin, bouncing Megumi on his lap in the process and filling the room with his guttural moans. "I don't think I will. You see, he's quite the catch and he-" Suguru thrusts up and slams Megumi back down onto his cock

"Aahh! G-Geto-sama!"

"–feels really good on my cock, Satoru. Don't you wish you could have a taste, too? Or have you already defiled him?" Suguru's having too much fun, playing with Satoru's world in his hands. He could crush it in an instant with the snap of a windpipe. Maybe he should.

"Suguru! Let him go before I blast every head off of your followers' bodies."

"Go ahead," Suguru offers with a half hearted shrug. What would it matter to him? They're all cattle anyway. Monkeys with no willpower. He doesn't really need them. "Get more people killed due to your own negligence, isn't that what you're best at?"

Satoru growls and takes a step forward. "At least I'm not a reckless serial killer."

"Hmm, perhaps." Suguru doesn't ponder on it too long. His cock is being so deliciously engulfed it's a little hard to think. "Fine, don't kill them. You can sit back and watch the show like the rest of them."

He produces a slim metal rod from his robes and holds it up in the air, letting the light catch and reflect it back to the stargazed crowd.

"Megumi," he speaks into the boy's ear, loud enough for Satoru to hear. "Would you like to try something new? I'm sure you haven't felt anything like it before."

"Suguru, don't!"

"Mmm," Megumi mumbles. His pupils nearly cover his irises. "Mmhmm, okay."

"So eager, so useless," Suguru grins. "It's a wonder why Satoru even likes you. He shouldn't, you know. He only likes strong people and you, Megumi, are not strong." He lowers the rod so it dances around Megumi's tip.

"I'm... not... strong?" Megumi breathes, eyes never seeing the man right in front of him.

"Nope! And that's why Gojo doesn't like you."

"Doesn't like me?" How pitiful Megumi sounds.

"Don't listen to him, Megumi! I'm right here," Satoru tries, stepping closer, but Suguru meets his eyes and tightens his hold around the boy's neck. A warning. A taunt.

"Not one bit," Suguru growls in Megumi's ear. "Satoru only likes me. You're useless."

Tears welled up in Megumi's eyes. It breaks Satoru's heart.

"But don't worry, Megumi. I like you. I'll prove it right now." He slides the tip of the rod down the hole of Megumi's shaft. The boy screams, tensing up as the metal forces itself in further.

"Ahh! Geto-sama!" His body jerks with the few drops of energy it can muster as he resists thrashing further. Trying to get away. Trying to save himself.

"See, Megumi? I'm giving you pleasure. This is love. Satoru wouldn't give you this, he doesn't love you, but I do."

"Suguru!" Satoru can't feel anything but the spike of his own energy, suffocating the air around him. "Stop that!"

Megumi's gasping like a fish out of water, blubbering garbled nonsense, eyes darting around. "Gojo... doesn't love me... why? Why? Why?"

"Megumi, stop, don't listen to him, I'm right here, please. Hear my voice, Megumi. Break through, you can do it, I know you can." Satoru looks so pathetic when he begs. Suguru wishes he could record it.

"Why do you try so hard for this boy, Satoru? I thought you were done with brats after Riko. What makes him so special?" Suguru spits out the last word like it poisons his tongue.

Satoru's gaze pierces the air and rebounds off Suguru's impenetrable wall.

"See, Megumi? He doesn't love you. He won't come save you. How cruel, isn't it? Satoru is really really cruel." Each word inches the rod down further, punching wails from Megumi's throat.

"He doesn't love me," Megumi cries, fat tears rolling down his rosy cheeks. "He doesn't love me. He won't save me. Please, please, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Gojo! Help me!"

"Suguru!"

"Don't you see how much you're breaking his heart, Satoru? If only you'd save him. Such a shame. Letting him get fucked in a room full of people like this, by me, watching him cry for you and you still just stand there. A worthless man. What good is your Six Eyes, Satoru? What good is being the Strongest if you can't save the ones you love? If you can't save Megumi? Save me?" Suguru rolls his head back to the ceiling and open-mouth laughs. Cries out in hysterics. Punches the walls with his voice cracks of thunderous roars.

"I don't love you!" Satoru growls. There's steam coming from his nose, Suguru thinks. Like a kettle, about to explode. "I could never save someone like you!"

Suguru's mind is somewhere else. Maybe it's buried inside Megumi. It feels really good there. He should stay here, Meumi should stay like this. With him. Forever. Fuck anything else.

"You hear that, Megumi?" The boy's cries are drowned out by Suguru's voice. "He doesn't love us! He won't save us! He won't save us! Gojo Satoru, the strongest, can't save us! Hahahahaha!"

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Humans are sensitive. Annoyingly so.

"It hurts! Please stop! S-Sukuna!"

He ignores the pleas and drips the wax further onto Megumi's skin. Tied up and pretty and painted by different colors of melting candles, following the scripture to the smallest of detail. Everything must be perfect.

"Aren't humans supposed to enjoy this shit?" he grumbles, pouring more over Megumi's nipples, down his chest, pooling at his stomach. It's supposed to be ritualistic, but the boy's desperate pleas make his cock twitch.

"N-no, these aren't right. This isn't right!" Megumi screams when the hot wax hits his cock, tears bursting from the corners of his eyes. IT hurts so fucking bad. Each drop feels like it's tearing his skin open and searing every nerve ending. These aren't even normal candles.

Sukuna bends down to lick the salt right up. Delicious. Can't have tears ruining the markings he so expertly placed, can we? "Wax is wax, isn't it?" He dips his hands in the melting colors and swirls it over Megumi's skin. "Quick fucking moving, I'm not finished." If his lines get blurred hemll have to start all over again and he doesn't want to waste more time.

"It hurts! It's too hot!"

Sukuna doesn't think so. It doesn't even register as warm to him. Why are humans so terribly weak? He pours more wax over Megumi's wrists, lining the new patterns that match his own just like the book teaches. The combination of the rope and hot melt turns his skin bright red. Like watercolors bleeding on paper.

"You bitch too much." Two large fingers push their way past Megumi's lips. "This ought to shut you up."

Megumi immediately latches on, sucking Sukuna's fingers like a lifeline when the hot wax becomes too much. It muffles his whines to a better degree. He stops moving as much at least, Sukunams two other arms holding Megumi's shaking body captive and still. One free arm to still pour more wax. Four arms is quite handy, get it?

When the next drip of wax falls onto his blood beaten skin, Megumi screams and bites down.

Sukuna feels nothing.

Humans are weak.

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"Come on, baby, drink a little more."

"Shhhtop... dad... too- ugh, too much." Megumi fumbles around like a newborn deer, unable to even stand on his two feet. Seems like the injections worked a little too well.

Toji tips the alcohol a little further into Megumi's mouth, despite the protests. Can't be too cautious, can he?

The park is mostly empty, save for the single parent of two every here and there, but if they choose to look, that's their fuckin' problem. Toji doesn't give a damn. Their apartment is still forty five minutes away, Shiu's running late, and Toji's getting impatient.

Wouldn't have been a problem if the bitch at the karaoke bar wasn't so overly cautious of Toji's offer. Seriously, who could deny the best fuck of their life in exchange for, maybe, a slip of the wallet.

No one suspects it when you have a kid with you.

But that didn't go as planned and now it's getting dark and Toji's half hard and pissed off.

And well, at least Megumi's here.

But shit, his kid always pitches a bitch fit when plans go awry. Toji needed to shut him up somehow. Make him a little looser. A little more compliant.

He downs back the rest of the bottle himself before tossing it somewhere he shouldn't for a playground and hears it shatter and doesn't look back.

Toji plops Megumi down on one of the benches when he gets tired of hauling his ass. Fixing to undo his belt because the alcohol is making his other head bloom and it's getting quite bothersome, and he knows Megumi's dealing with the same issue. Might as well knock two birds with one stone.

"You... you gave me- too much," Megumi whines, eyes half lidded as he scratches at the injection site in his arm. The boy always was more susceptible to intoxicants, unlike him.

Toji clicks his tongue. "Had to make sure it was legit, didn't I? Can't always trust these street sellers on their shit. Could have been scammed on it's potency." He frees his cock and the evening air does little to calm it down. If anything, he's harder when he looks at it standing expectantly in front of Megumi's flushed face.

"Soo, you gave me... all of it?" Megumi complains, every syllable slurring more and more. Does this kid do anything else? Toji rolls his eyes.

"Shut up and suck," he orders firmly. The alcohol is starting to buzz his brain and Toji is not going to start with a headache before getting head.

"'m not... a replacement fuck." Megumi's swaying on the bench like there's an earthquake only to him.

"No, you're worse because you don't shut up. Now get to it." He presses the head against Megumi's lips and finally the boy opens his mouth.

It's hot and a little cotton mouth dry, but Toji fucks himself in anyway. Yanking the boy's hair to keep him upright and stable enough for Toji to start thrusting in.

"Mmggh- waai—"

Toji doesn't listen. His body starts to feel like a sauna and his cock is being expedited through the heat of Megumi's mouth. "Fuck, feels so fucking good." Not as good as a pussy, but it will do.

Megumi's mouth goes slack with his drooping limbs. Toji doesn't like it. Makes his cock feel too loose inside. He squeezes Megumi's heat riddled cheeks and growls. "Tighten up."

"Aaahh, can–" Megumi protests. His lids blink heavily, slow arms and weak fingers coming up to grip onto Toji's wrist. He can't do anything but try to hold on.

Toji grunts, slipping himself out of Megumi's mouth. "If you can't keep your fuckin mouth tight, I'll fuck your ass instead. Turn around."

He doesn't wait for the boy to comply; moves too slow and Toji's not keen on betting for a turtle race. He pulls Megumi up himself, flips him over, and bends the boy back onto the bench. He'd have fallen face first if Toji didn't take enough care to prop him up stationary on the rim before yanking his pants down.

"Wait–!" Megumi rocks back, sticking his ass out as he tries to turn his head. "We're... park!"

"Don't care. Stay put." Toji's careless when he slicks up his fingers with his spit and pushes it inside Megumi. At least he's still a little loose from earlier. Just enough to fit two fingers in and work him back open properly.

"Ahhn! Ahh! T-Toji!"

So much for keeping on the down low. Toji can feel eyes on them, Megumi can sense it too, the way his head tries to dart around and hide, but he really doesn't give a damn. Not when he's already this close.

He thrusts in without fanfare and it's so much better than Megumi's mouth, if not a little too tight.

Megumi's wailing now, and if they don't want another police chase, Toji better hurry up.

"Da- ah! Fuck, fuck, ahhn–" Megumi shakes, rocking back into the feeling of being stuffed too hard. His untouched cock sways, red and leaking.

Toji fucks into his son faster, a brutalizing pace as his hips clap against Megumi's bare ass. He slaps a hand over Megumi's mouth and grunts, diving in deeper, pulverizing the boy from the inside.

Vibrations rattle his hand as Megumi continues to sob into it, breaking past the physical sound barrier.

"Shit, shut up, I'm almost finished," Toji seethes. He comes hard inside, making sure to milk every last drop inside Megumi's body before pulling out and tucking himself back in. Can't leave DNA evidence when the police finally arrive, what a mess that would be.

Megumi goes limp against the cold metal of the bench, gasping for air. Toji has to pull up his pants for him and carry his dead weight like a spoiled princess. But he can't just dump the kid, Megumi wouldn't hesitate to rat him out as payback. Kid's got a mouth on him when he wants to be a little shit.

A mother is shouting something off in the distance, no time to wait and find out to who.

Toji runs off, carrying Megumi to another location. Maybe they'll have a more thorough time when they get home.

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"You're a little fucked up, aren't you Megumi-chan?"

Satoru's eyes glow in the dark, peering down at the half broken boy amongst the gravel. Bloodied and bruised and bleeding from his head, his nose, his various wounds, and yet he stares up at Satoru like an angel amongst the heavens.

"Please.... Sensei..." He thrusts his hips, the obvious tent in his pants from a near death experience is trifling to say the least. Just what is it about meeting god that makes one come to such a hardening conclusion?

Satoru lowers himself and licks the blood off Megumi's lips before giving him a chaste kiss.

"Must be that fucked up Zenin blood in you." He fished out his blindfold from his back pocket and secures it over Megumi's head. The boy does nothing to stop it, how trusting and naive. "But Megumi, I can't have you looking so indecent in public like this, rutting like a dog after being beaten to a pulp. Who knows what kind of curses would take advantage of such a docile little thing?"

Megumi whines softly, when he attempts to raise his arm. His fingers are crooked wrong, his mouth agape and pink tongue darting out to grasp and Satoru's breath. "Please... touch me."

Satoru shakes his head, chuckling to himself because Megumi can't see him like he can. Swift fingers move to play with the new blooming scar above Megumi's hip bone, spreading the blood across his hip line, dipping just barely into the waistband of his pants. Satoru could lick him up clean right there, he might.

The delicate touches spread goosebumps across the pale skin, moonlit and tainted and begging for more.

"Sensei, I need you." Megumi hardly ever pleads, only when he's really needy. Deranged, even. Must be the blood loss; escaping his body or pooling south.

Satoru plays with the button of Megumi's pants, flicking it open to reveal the chastity belt that lay beneath like a secret. A punishment from last night. He smirks. How endearing Megumi didn't take it off. What a good boy.

"No can do, Megumi-chan. You're still banned."

"Sen-aahh... sensei..." Megumi ruts up in the air like a mutt in heat, flushed and panting and debauched.

Satoru hums, digging into his pocket as he turns up the dial that sits there. Megumi's body jerks on impact, a short cry bursting free from bloodied lips.

"Such a naughty boy, Megumi-chan. I might have to extend your little punishment."

Pulling out his phone, Satoru takes a quick snap of the scene before him. Just a bit of jerk off material for the longer missions.

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"Daddy, please– no more," Megumi cries. Legs bound, knees to his chest, arms secured behind the chair, straining his muscles, nearly cutting off his circulation as he twists and turns. It hurts it hurts it hurts.

"Come on, baby, keep looking at the camera. Do it for daddy."

Toji finishes securing the cage around Megumi's dick, the resounding click as it's locked in place makes Megumi cry harder. "Shhh baby, no more crying, your friends don't like it when they can't hear you over your bitching."

"'m–" hiccup "'m sorry, but daddy, I don't– I don't like this!"

The red dot of the camera blurs against his tears. How much longer? How long has it been? He's glad that at least he can't see his own disgraced image looking back at him on the worn down laptop. Or see the comments flying through the screen. His friends' praise don't make him feel any better.

"Megumi." Toji's voice ricochets off smoke stained walls in the one bedroom apartment. "Do you want to go back into the kennel?"

"N-no! No! I'm sorry!"

"Behave and sit still."

Toji turns his back and heads for the kitchen. "You like ginger, don't you, Megumi?" he sings. It sounds off pitch.

Megumi sniffles, trying to conceal his whimpers behind stuttering breathes. "Y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy."

The fridge creaks open followed by the chopping of a knife. Ginger fills the room, sharp enough to make Megumi's eyes sting and his tear ducts sore.

"Good boy."

When Toji returns, it's with a piece of peeled ginger root. He holds it up to the camera, reading the new comments that zip through. The laptop dings as a few thousand yen are collected from chat. He smirks.

"D-daddy?"

"Are you ready to show them what a good boy you are, Megumi? Don't you think you deserve a treat?"

"But... but I can't eat it like that..."

The man spins around, a devious grin on his face as he crouches down and waves the skinned root in Megumi's face. "Oh, baby, you're not going to eat it."

"Huh?"

The ginger is cold and wet when Toji places it against his hole, angling himself off center so the camera gets the best view. "Look right at the camera, Megumi."

"Wait! Wait, it... it feels weird!" His hole starts to tingle until a slow burn begins to creep up. His muscles tense on instinct before trying to wiggle his butt to get away.

Toji clamps one hand on his hip to keep him still, covering more than half of Megumi's waist. "Don't be a little shit, sit still and smile for your audience. They love you, Megs."

The ginger is pushed inside, splitting Megumi apart as the root begins to burn his walls. Megumi yelps, reflexively squeezing the ginger even more. Burning fire courses through his lower half as the ginger seeps into his skin.

"Aah! Take it out! Please, take it out!" Megumi wails, but Toji starts thrusting it in deeper.

His chin gets yanked, forcing him to look straight ahead and watch as the crowd goes wild. Donations flood in as the laptop chimes like crazy. Toji returns his attention to the device, choosing to scroll through people's messages and leaving the ginger stuck in place.

Another ding echoes through Megumi's cries, a bold message flashing across the screen that Megumi can read from here with a seven digit number attached.

「Shove it all the way in」

Megumi doesn't think he likes ginger anymore.

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How embarrassing. Caught like a fly in the curses's spiderweb trap, befit for its arachnid appearance. A special grade, just his luck.

Megumi can't move, can't even lift a finger as he's shackled to the sticky substance in the middle of downtown Shinjuku in a rather compromising position. Clothes tattered, blood spilling from the gash above his left eyebrow. His limbs are going numb from being strung up like a puppet, suspended a good twenty meters like a damsel in distress.

Fuck, if only he could summon Kon to shred these binds.

The screeching howl of the curse bouncing off buldings as it rears the street corner and pins Megumi's location.

The crowd below jerks their heads, to the sound of something and seeing nothing. It's aura? Megumi wouldn't be able to tell what they see, but they can sense something is off.

Megumi needs backup, but how? Screaming out would make him look  even crazier than he already seems. Can they see the web too?

The curse starts bounding towards him, cutting the distance quick, he has no time to figure it out right now.

Screw it. "Run!" he yells, to the people below. Some gaze up, gasp, tilt their heads. Stuck in motion. How the fuck is he supposed to do this?

Itms too late. The monster leaps, sticking to its self-made trap and roars, hovering above Megumi and blocking out the sun. Its freakish legs extend like snakes, stretching and stretching. Megumi shuts his eyes.

It's over.

He feels something slide up his thigh and... sneak its way through the tear in his pants. It's cold, slimy even. What the hell?

Peering one eye open, horrified to see a limb tear at the fabric of his pants as more come to assist. Ripping his clothes into shreds.

"What the hell!" He can't fight back. "Stop!"

No use, the monster keeps tearing at his clothes, squeezing around his legs, up his chest, encircling his waist and arms and neck, and he might as well be dead right there. The draft on his exposed body makes him shiver, stripped nearly naked and flushed from embarrassment. Hopefully he's too far up in the sky for the crowd down below to see.

Seriously, where is everyone?

Then something presses against his ass, slides between his cheeks and brushes against his hole. "Stop!" Megumi shrieks, louder, desperate. His clothes are hanging on by threads, buttons popped, chest exposed. Another tentacle tears off the front of his pants and underwear, freeing his cock, while others tend to massaging his nipples.

What kind of curse is this?

There's a scream from the crowd, someone noticed. Megumi doesn't really want to know what they see.

He squirms when a tendril wraps around his front, rubs him in all the wrong—right?—wrong ways that make him moan and force his body to betray him as his cock starts to harden. The one in the back plays with his hole, presses against it until it forces its way inside.

"Aughh! No! Please, this is–" weird, not normal behavior, fucked up, feels good.

Megumi moans and it's full of shame when he pinches his eyes shut and prays this isn't happening. When the tendril in his ass dives deeper, when he  moans from it, when his cock thrums with excitement as being teased and fondled.

"Fushiguro!"

Oh great, now?

A chorus of his name comes from somewhere, but he recognizes the voices. Itadori, Kugisaki. Together.

For once he wishes they weren't here when he needs them most. Go away. Don't look.

Why are you both frozen in place?

"Itadori! Call Gojo-sensei!" Kugisaki calls, but she isn't making any attempt to do it herself, to grab her nails and help. She's just standing there, stanced as a statue and staring wide eyed, mirroring Itadori.

Megumi's about to yell, beg them if he needs to, do something, anything, help! But the second he opens his mouth, another tentacle zips right in, stuffing his throat and choking him silent.

Feels like it's expanding and contracting inside, everywhere, makes Megumi feel like he's going to burst and all he can do is gargle out moans around this creature's beastly limbs. Penetrated up and down, in and out, and violated in front of his friends and strangers.

He can never show his face here again.

His body hurts and feels good and hurts and the polarizing sensations give him a headache. Stomach bulging from the tentacle in his ass, thickening as it pumps him full and stretches his body in ways he never thought possible. Someone help. The monster strokes his cock too well, it makes his body burns and then he comes and it's so overwhelming he hopes he passes out and doesn't have to live through however long this lasts.

"Megumi."

Ah shit. Megumi knows that voice anywhere, he could cry. From joy? Shame? Everything and nothing?

He blinks away his blurred vision to see Gojo floating between time and space just a few meters away, eye level, best seat in the house, sunglasses off and hands in his pocket. How long has he been there?

"Got yourself into a bit of an incident, I see? Pretty nasty curse."

Fuck you, Megumi wishes he could spit. Save me.

Gojo-sensei, please.

Gojo raises a finger and swirls a bullet of red.

Ready, aim, fire.

Straight through the curse, a whisper of a second as it screeches to comprehend its defeat before it disintegrates into nothing, taking Megumi's dignity with it.

The web goes with it, his restraints and his captivity leaving without remorse, and Megumi thinks he's falling. Rocketing towards the ground like a dead weight meteor where he'll crash and burn and hope to disintegrate too. His mind is already halfway there.

Except Gojo-sensei is here. He wouldn't let Megumi fall. Catches him swiftly like the wind and

Megumi pretends not to notice Gojo's erection pressed against his body.