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Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Ainosuke Shindo, Tadashi Kikuchi

Warnings: The whole kit and caboodle. Dubcon, Sexual Abuse/Torture, Bondage, Size Kink, Double Penetration, Incontinence, Verbal Abuse, Burnplay, Injury, Snuff

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: When Tadashi defies Ainosuke to enter his tournament in an attempt to make his master stop skating, Ainosuke shows him exactly what he means by "illustrating that to [his] body." [Year of the OTP 2023 @yearoftheotpevent. September: hurt/comfort, Part Two]

Part One

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“Hands.”

As Tadashi obeyed, placing them behind his back, Ainosuke looped the rope over his wrists, tugging on it sharply before knotting it in place and stepping back to look over his work. The other man knelt before him, ankles lashed to thighs, before the rope crawled up his back and over his chest. A loop of it around his neck was secured in front, forcing him to keep his head bowed. The hemp was already beginning to chafe the pale skin: Ainosuke had tied it tighter than usual so that Tadashi would have entirely no freedom of movement. It wouldn’t take long for it to grow uncomfortable, but he was counting on that.

Satisfied with his work, he stepped away to grab the next items he’d laid out. Returning to Tadashi, he laid one of them down where the man could see it: a dildo as thick as a clenched fist, and far longer than any he’d made the other man take before. The startled, anxious look in those wide green eyes gratified him a little, easing the anger that simmered in the pit of his stomach. Of course, Tadashi knew that it existed—he’d been the one to purchase it, after all—but Ainosuke had only ever used it as a threat. Until tonight.

But Tadashi didn’t try to voice any words of protest as Ainosuke tied a clean rag around his mouth, knotting it on the back of his head, and that made the beast inside Ainosuke snarl. If he had said anything, made even the smallest whispered plea, Ainosuke might have relented a little. Yet those eyes continued to stare at him, the emotion he’d pried out of them settling back into their usual placid resignation. Before he could give in to the temptation to tear them out, Ainosuke settled another piece of cloth over them, knotting it in place, too. And then he picked up the toy before walking around behind Tadashi, tugging off his glove to drizzle some lube over his fingers.

As always, Tadashi’s body yielded easily to him, his insides hot and clenching around his fingers. Ainosuke wanted to sink himself into it, rutting into the other man until they shared a burst of star-spangled euphoria. But that wouldn’t do tonight. Tonight was a lesson, just like all the ones Ainosuke’s own father and aunts had given him. A lesson in obedience, reinforced through pain. Because he loved him.

Because he loved him, and he hated him. He didn’t understand. Why was it that the only times Tadashi spoke up was to oppose him? They’d been friends once, sharing stories and snacks, whispering secrets in the shadow of the rose bushes. He’d taught Ainosuke how to skate, had shown him that there was life beyond the endless lessons and strict self-discipline, had given him the only breath of freedom in his life. Ainosuke hadn’t forgotten that. He never could. And yet, Tadashi had also tried to take it away: not just once, but now twice.

The memory of those steadfast eyes staring at him in defiance, seeing him only to cause him pain, made Ainosuke’s fist clench, and he grabbed the dildo, covering it with more lube before pressing the tip against Tadashi’s hole.

It slipped, sliding up Tadashi’s ass, and Ainosuke hissed in frustration, using his fingers to try to spread him open to ease it in. He didn’t bother trying to order the other man to relax: he couldn’t feel even a hint of resistance, not until his fingers had already stretched him wide… but still not wide enough for the toy.

He didn’t understand why Tadashi was simply accepting this, either. When it was just sex, he usually got off too, but Ainosuke had made it clear that tonight was about punishment. He didn’t intend to let Tadashi feel good: he wanted to hurt him, to see him cry, to beg for forgiveness. He was going to take everything he knew about the other man and push him past his limits. He was going to break him, so he’d never stand up to Ainosuke again… because if the only time he spoke up was to push him away, it would be better for him to simply become a dog, slavishly loyal and never opposing his master.

So Ainosuke pushed, twisting the dildo and trying to get it in, watching the lube bunch up against the edge of Tadashi’s hole before dripping down to the ground. But finally, it caught, and Ainosuke watched as the ring stretched around it, turning thin and white. There was something erotic about watching Tadashi take something so big, hearing the small whimpers that caught in his throat… Ainosuke’s own breathing stopped as he slowly screwed it inside. Nobody else would do this to him—nobody else could do this to him—and the sight was for Ainosuke’s eyes alone. Honestly, he’d doubted that it would fit, but inch by inch, Tadashi’s body accepted it, trembling with the awful strain of doing so, until the base was seated snugly against his skin.

Tadashi was hard, too, pre-come drooling from his cock in threads that connected to the floor. Ainosuke couldn’t help marveling at it, that he could somehow feel good despite the abuse his body was taking, and then he found the remote, setting it to the highest setting before turning it on.

Tadashi’s body jerked as it was assaulted, and Ainosuke’s lips curled up into a disdainful sneer before he slapped him on the ass.

“Filthy dog.”

Then, he took a seat on one of the containers, lighting up a cigarette as he watched. It didn’t take long for Tadashi to come for the first time, shaking as he came all over the floor… and then he groaned low in his throat as the toy continued to bump and move inside him, giving his overstimulated body no time to recover. Ainosuke could hear his quiet pants into the gag under the hum of the toy as his body was forced to the edge again… and again… and again… until his cock hung limply under him while the dildo continued to torment him without pause.

As his body began to twitch independently of the vibrations, searching for relief from the ropes, the small sounds came with increasing frequency, each one settling into Ainosuke and easing some of the pain he felt deep inside. Whatever else, Tadashi was his: the proof of it lay at his feet, small and curled up and hurting, just like him. His own breath seemed to come a little easier as Tadashi struggled, and Ainosuke lit up another cigarette to simply enjoy the warm smoke that filled his lungs.

When he’d almost finished the cigarette, he stood up, stepping over to Tadashi to extinguish the flame on his shoulder, twisting the butt against the pale skin until he’d left a bright pink flower dusted with ash.

"A dog cannot disobey his master," Ainosuke told him coolly, even as his heart began to thump anxiously in his chest. While he’d been waiting, he’d thought carefully about what he would say to Tadashi, how he could make him give up. "If you understand that… if you'll take back your words… then I'll be magnanimous and forgive you, this time. You're still useful, after all, and it would be a waste to lose a man of your talents, whatever your other faults."

His eyes were fixed on Tadashi, taking in every inch of the man, every spasm of his muscles… and Tadashi shook his head. Ainosuke’s heart sank, even as his frustration flared. Why? Why, why, why? Why wouldn’t he give up and just listen? Why did the man who always had no opinions need to have an opinion now, on this? Why did he have to take away the only good thing in Ainosuke’s life, why did he have to make Ainosuke hurt him like this?

But all he said was, “I see,” before he knelt down to press a finger against the still-vibrating toy. Even though Tadashi groaned, this wasn’t enough. He still hadn’t broken him. What more did he need to do, to make him see reason?

Ainosuke toyed with the dildo, pulling it in and out a little and watching Tadashi flinch and squirm: his sweat had soaked into the ropes, letting them slide a little over his skin and giving him the slightest room to move. His mind shied away from what he could do next: he wanted to break Tadashi’s spirit, but to break his body...

But how was it any different from his beefs? He hadn’t intended to break the redhead’s arm, but it wasn’t like he could control how he fell. All the other injuries he’d caused had been the same type of accident, overenthusiastic challengers who didn’t know the basics of protecting themselves. That wasn’t his fault.

But if Tadashi died...

Ainosuke lowered the speed before pressing his fingers to the slick surface of the toy, drizzling more lube over all of it before he began to test the edge of Tadashi’s hole. It was tight, too tight, but when he inched the dildo forward, his finger could just barely breach it.

“Take back your words,” he repeated when Tadashi moaned, fighting to keep the plea out of his voice. Surely this threat would be enough. Tadashi had already suffered so much that he couldn’t possibly take anymore, and he had to know that, too. But he remained stubbornly silent, continuing to pant into his gag, and Ainosuke continued to stretch him out carefully, alert for the slightest hint of surrender… whether of his voice or his body.

He couldn’t believe it when he was able to slide three fingers in beside the dildo. He was certain that Tadashi would have split open by now, but it seemed that all of him was far more resilient than Ainosuke had expected. Still, his fingers shook slightly as he guided himself to press against the dildo, carefully sliding both of them inside.

Tadashi screamed, the sound making Ainosuke flinch even with the gag, but he couldn’t back down now. A part of him didn’t want to, either: Tadashi was tighter than he’d ever been, squeezing his cock like a vice, while the vibrations from the toy thrummed through him. It felt so good, and Ainosuke exhaled in a slow hiss as he carefully eased inside, feeling Tadashi shudder and spasm around him. Tadashi had been stretched completely, stuffed fuller than he ever had before, and still, he took it. He always took everything that Ainosuke gave him.

Ainosuke couldn’t help himself. He began to fuck Tadashi in earnest, thrusting his hips while he set up a rhythm with the dildo, the sensations rising to his own head. He’d been hard ever since he’d first forced it into Tadashi, but he’d had vague thoughts of having Tadashi suck him off when he lay exhausted in his bonds, quiet and defeated. A moment of gentleness at the end, to show that he forgave him, that everything would be alright. But nothing had gone right tonight, not from the moment he'd seen Tadashi on the track, sneaking into the tournament behind his back.

So he fucked him, each thrust pulling another muffled cry from Tadashi's throat, the sound equally infuriating and arousing. As he began to reach his peak, he shoved himself in deep, feeling Tadashi's rim stretch around him, and he started to come into the tight warmth with a snarl.

Then, he collapsed against him, spent but still hurt. Still angry. He could feel Tadashi's whole body trembling under him, but he still refused to give up. Before he realized it, his fingers were wrapped around Tadashi's neck, squeezing while Tadashi just accepted it. If Tadashi was just going to leave him behind like everyone else, then Ainosuke would just kill him first.

But he didn't want Tadashi to die.

His grip loosened, but he was aware that Tadashi had fallen limp under him, held up only by his bindings.

"Tadashi?" Ainosuke ventured, pulling out of him. The dildo dropped to the ground with a soft thud, and Ainosuke's heart thumped as he tugged off the blindfold and the gag, staring into closed eyes. Tadashi didn't seem to be breathing, and Ainosuke quickly untied the rest of him, grimacing as his fingers slipped in urine before he lay Tadashi flat on the ground, resting his ear on Tadashi's chest.

He really didn't seem to be breathing, and his heart was quiet, too. Ainosuke's hands scrabbled at his neck and wrist, trying to double-check as his blood pounded in his ears… but he couldn't feel a pulse either.

No, no, no, no, no. He hadn't meant… he didn't want…

He pressed his lips over Tadashi's, trying to push air into his lungs before starting chest compressions, counting them off in his head before giving Tadashi another breath. He felt something crack under his fingers, but he continued to alternate between the positions until Tadashi coughed, and then he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Tadashi was still unconscious, but Ainosuke could see his chest rising and falling shallowly. He was filthy, lying in a mixture of come and piss… and as Ainosuke watched, a trickle of blood dripped from his ass to his floor. Not enough to be of immediate concern, so Ainosuke stood and headed to the faucet in the corner of the warehouse, filling a bucket with water and returning to slosh it over Tadashi. A second bucket rinsed away the rest of the mess, and then Ainosuke sat down on the edge of the shipping container again, his shaking hands lighting another cigarette to steady his nerves.

Then, he waited.

Too much time had passed before Tadashi gasped and began to cough in earnest. Ainosuke had to fight the urge to turn around, to rush to him and make sure that he was okay. He simply listened to the small sounds of Tadashi moving around behind him, undoubtedly in pain, but alive.

If he was willing to risk his life to make Ainosuke stop, then Ainosuke ought to at least respect his determination. His life against Ainosuke’s freedom… well, they were satisfactory conditions for a beef.

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