Mendo stalked his prey mercilessly. The session with Tachi had gone so well yesterday that he felt somehow justified in doing this little thing. Mayhap it was some sort of revenge over Tachi's murmured "Ranma..." as they had dozed side by side in the warmth of that glen. His attention was brought back to his objective as it crossed the street. Perhaps, just perhaps, his prey was smarter than Tachi and would actually be able to comprehend exactly what this was going to mean. A steely smirk worked its way across his face as his hand reached for his sword. Yeessss, the prey was unaware. So ridiculous really, he should have been more alert. Perhaps it was just that he was attuned to the Other that always sought him and had no time for paying attention to the minor stalkings of Mendo.
Mendo stepped up behind him and whapped him over the head with the pommel of his sword in a quick motion, catching the other boy's limp body and hauling it into the nearby alleyway. With a smirk, he pushed the boy into the nondescript car that he had waiting. Yes, this was going to be a lot of.. FUN.
Ataru moaned as he came awake, blinking. He didn't want to open his eyes because they hurt so badly and his head throbbed as if in sympathy with them, or perhaps it was the other way around. He tried to lift a shaky hand, feeling as if he'd had about a dozen of those tall blue drinks that someone had been telling him about the other day. The curious thing about it, really, was that he COULDN'T move his arm.
Even though his eyes kept telling him no, Ataru knew that he had to open them and find out what this was. Probably another weird kidnapping scheme by one of those alien friends of Lum's.... He frowned. No, it could be something more serious like Mujaki[1] torturing him again. With a great deal of effort, he pried one of his large dark eyes open...and then both eyes opened in shock.
The room was exquisitely sterile with stainless steel decor, the only instrument of comfort the feather tick that he was laying on. Even that was simply placed over a stainless steel table and Ataru gaped in wordless amazement. The next thing that struck him was that the place looked more like a gynecologist's office than an alien space ship -- he was strapped down tightly to the table, his knees raised in stirrup-like contraptions. The third thing was technically more important than the first two --- the realization that he was completely and totally *naked*.
Ataru, for all his good nature and pervish ways, was *angry*. NO ONE had the right to do this to him!! No one!! A violent flush spread over his face as he trembled and began to struggle weakly against the leather straps holding him in place. Damn them, damn them, damn them!!
Soft laughter echoed somewhere out of his line of vision and he shouted angrily, scathing words brought from terror as he sputtered uselessly, still tugging at his bonds.
Mendo stepped into his line of sight, arms crossed over his bare chest. For once, his hair wasn't slicked back but was waving wildly, tumbling into his eyes. He looked down at Ataru with a small smile and shrugged in answer to Ataru-kun's request to be let go. "No. "
"What do you mean, 'NO'!?" Ataru growled. "What is this, some trap to get Lum into your power, you bastard?" Ataru thought that this would be one hell of a way to do so -- they'd probably all end up fried with the amount of metal in the room. He also thought that this was extraordinarily dishonest -- better to ask up front and receive one's punishment freely than to keep such things hidden in the dark.[2]
Mendo leaned close to Ataru and whispered softly into his ear. "Oh, no, Ataru-kun. It's simply an attempt to teach *you* a little.. lesson."
Ataru swallowed, the sound of that voice making him shiver violently in reaction, his immobile hands clenching and unclenching as his lips began to tremble. "L..lesson? I d..don't need any lessons from *YOU*, Mendo!" he sputtered.
Mendo idly ran his hand down one of Ataru-kun's bare legs, feeling the light smatterings of golden hair there and smiling with the pleasure of it. Slowly, oh, so exquisitely slowly, he brought his fingers to bear, taking Ataru's softness into his hands and beginning to -squeeze-.
Ataru's aching eyes screamed open wide, his head throbbing with pain as he gave a strangled little moan, Mendo's touch aching, making him want to cry as he jerked his head to the side. "STOP! I'll tell everyone about you, Mendo, I swear!" His voice trembled with uncertainty as he choked back a sob, Mendo's fingers squeezing harder.
"Will you, my boy? I think not," came the smirking reply. Mendo slowly let his fingers move open, eyes closing as he smiled to hear the sigh of relief that hissed from the boy's throat. "After all, then they'll know you for what you are, won't they?"
Ataru's teeth chattered with his fear, face covered with confusion. "What I am, Mendo? What's that supposed to mean?" Ataru's anger was draining away rapidly as the realization of his situation struck home. Mendo's hands weren't idle as he spoke, fingers dancing their way across Ataru-kun's flat belly, pinching and pulling at the sweet innocent nipples. His smile was sardonic as he pulled open a drawer in the exam table and eyed the rubber-tipped stainless steel clothespins dispassionately.
"Oh, come now, Moroboshi Ataru! You think *I* don't see through you? Lum offers herself to you, drapes herself over you... She goes around half-naked the majority of the time and you DON'T EVEN NOTICE. Instead, you go running pell-mell after any woman who'll stop in the streets so that they can pummel you into a pulp. You don't think that says something about your character?" Mendo raised an eyebrow.
Ataru-kun's voice was soft, considered in his response for probably the first time in his teenage life. "She deserves better than that, Mendo. So what, so I seem like a pervert! It keeps my mind off the fact that she's naked half the time. Mendo.. I DON'T like guys." His eyes almost seemed to plead with Mendo to let him go, that he would keep it to himself if he could just be let *go*...
It made no difference. Ataru's back arched and he gave a strangled little sound as the pin bit tightly into his innocent chest, the hard kernel of his nipple screaming at him to be let loose again. Tears began to stream down his face and he struggled so valiantly to be let loose that he almost made it before Mendo tightened the straps again and oh, so tenderly began to lightly pinch and pull the other nipple to excitement before he clamped a pin down on it as well.
Ataru's face was flushed and tear-stained as Mendo gently ran a hand over the boy's cheek, pressing his palm against the soft mouth, open to moan. With fine cruelty, he leaned down and whispered softly, "You know what, Moroboshi? I...don't...care."
Mendo's hands were strong as they stroked around the tiny nubs, gently twisting every so often to hear the loud cries of pain. His voice was soothing, whisper soft as he pulled away and looked at the writhing boy there on the pallet, legs widespread. It was so tempting, the idea of just burying himself deep inside of the virgin boy, and yet he must resist, must wait for the fever pitch that made it impossible to wait any longer. Sooo many possibilities and only another hour or two before someone realized that he was missing and began to search. Mendo sighed -- a job that was rushed could never truly be done to one's satisfaction.
With a sigh and a quick decision, Mendo picked up his nearby glass and drank down the melted ice in the bottom. Ataru's moans had settled into soft, pleading whispers to be released, but Mendo could see his cock begin to respond to the touch of Mendo's hands, the pain rippling through his sensitive body. Each shudder shook the boy harder and Mendo leaned down to engulf that hardening shaft, unable to resist as his tongue flickered out to touch, sweet and tender.
Ataru moaned loudly, his hips rocking up off of the table, feet planted firm in the stirrups and giving him a certain leverage. The warmth was incredible and the flashing thought of Lum doing this ran somewhere in the back of his mind, making him gasp for breath and whine softly in the back of his throat. Mendo's fingers were gentle as they cupped the soft treasures of his balls, gently juggling them back and forth between them. The motion was lulling and so he didn't realize that Mendo's fingers were parting his tight buttocks and searching for his anus until the fingers were outside of him and pushing to get in.
"NO!" Ataru cried loudly, shaking his head back and forth and trying to jerk his hips to the side to get himself away from those prying digits. Mendo wouldn't allow that, though, his fist closing about Ataru-kun's shaft tightly to hold him in place as his fingers did their work, opening Ataru, making him moan with some kind of intense pain-pleasure that rocketed through his senses. He could feel Mendo's fingers somewhere deep now, warm and covered in some kind of liquid that made this easier to take as he gave a garbled little gibber of language and then it was too late because he came, spilling seed all over his belly and his hip and in Mendo's hair and on his face.
Mendo's voice was rusty as he demanded stridently, "Did I give *permission* for you to do that, Ataru-kun?"
The tone of his voice left Ataru trembling and sobbing anew, pleading for Mendo not to touch him again. The pleas fell on deaf ears as Mendo dipped his fingers into his glass and pulled out a fistful of the crushed ice. With nimble (if numb) fingers, he carefully began to shove the little clumps of ice deep inside of Ataru's rear passage.
Ataru screamed aloud, his hands becoming corded by the leather straps holding him down as he fought to get loose, the ice stinging his delicate tissues and making him hurt and making him burn and making him want to come again and making him want to die all at once and he couldn't keep control as he began to shudder violently, shaking all over and wanting to push it out but Mendo's fingers just kept cramming and cramming and cramming and then they were inside of him and against the ice and he could only sob his misery as he felt Mendo's mouth close on him again, suckling away the salt of his seed.[3]
Mendo reveled in Ataru's pain, suckling and kissing the soft rod as it began to return to hardness, fingers deep and cold inside of Ataru, tremblingly pressing against his prostate. He removed his fingers slowly, purring as the ring of muscle closed tightly to hold the cold water in no matter how badly Ataru might want to expel it. His hands reached up and deftly twisted the rubber pins, reminding Ataru of the things attached to his nipples.
Ataru moaned hoarsely, his throat aching and his eyes dry and burning, headache forgotten as Mendo twisted up and away and released the little pins. Concentrating on his chest took his mind away from the cool water and he was unable to stop the still clear liquid from trickling out of him as he sobbed helplessly, feeling returning to the blazing skin of his chest. Mendo rummaged and drew a towel from nearby, tenderly wiping away the trickling water as his other hand reached up to caress Ataru-kun's face with a light touch of his fingers, whispering a soft, "Shhh, shh," to the sobbing boy. His hands began to jerk at the ties of the soft black cotton pants he was wearing and he stepped out of them, making himself just as bare as Ataru.
Ataru's mind was a welter of confusion, pain, indecision, humiliation and all he could do was moan and hope it was at an end, although he knew it wasn't. He felt Mendo's hands on him again, smoothing the cream deep inside of his sore bottom and he was deeply afraid. He could feel one of Mendo's hands against his belly and then he felt Mendo pressing against his entrance and when he opened his eyes and saw Mendo's second hand wrap around his shaft with slick fingers, he knew that he was lost. With a heart-broken sob of terror, Ataru turned his face to the side and wept.
Mendo frowned, his brow knitting together as he held still outside of Ataru. He had thought that Ataru would enjoy this -- Tachi-chan certainly had the first time that they had played these little games. He couldn't understand why Ataru-kun wasn't enjoying this as well. Mendo's own senses were wildly enflamed, his body rock-hard. The thought that perhaps Ataru-kun would like this next part better overruled the small part of him that was screaming for him to stop before he hurt the boy irrevocably but he ignored it utterly.
Ataru groaned loudly through his sobs as Mendo began to apply pressure. It felt as if he were being torn open, ripped apart! And he wanted to die, completely and utterly, the pain searing him down to his soul. The muscles spasmed open suddenly and Ataru's sore throat managed a single, high-pitched cry of agony before he went completely limp, sobbing hysterically and shaking his head back and forth. For some reason that he couldn't quite comprehend, his shaft was again as hard as it was before, and Mendo's fist was stroking him roughly even as he buried himself to the hilt inside of Ataru-kun's ass.
Mendo couldn't believe the tightness, the incredible feeling of it!! It had been years since Tachi was a virgin and Mendo couldn't remember whether Tachi was so tight. Ataru's scream and successive moans of pains were ignored as he withdrew, pulling out almost completely to his tip, and shoved deep again, reveling in the feeling as Ataru strained manfully to keep from screaming again.
Ataru-kun's lip was bitten tightly as shards of water dripped from his aching, tightly closed eyes and slid down the bridge of his nose. He could feel excitement welling up inside of him as Mendo pressed past parts of him that were oh-so-sensitive and somehow hurt and felt good and made him want to scream again simultaneously. Thoughts of Lum shattered through his mind, her smile, her tender looks and he wanted, he wanted, he wanted, and Mendo continued to thrust inside of him roughly, his touch and his kisses spreading across Ataru's tearful face, tasting the salt and then pressing to his mouth and catching the sobs of agony. Ataru felt parts of him wearing out beneath the steady motions and he screamed again as Mendo gave an especially deep thrust and bit Mendo's lip as his teeth came down to bear on his own.
Mendo jerked back, his lip just barely bitten as he saw the drop of blood trembling on Ataru's lower lip, the tears sliding down his face, the look of humiliation and began to tremble. His thrusts came faster, harder as his mind completely ignored Ataru's lack of enjoyment and then he came deep inside of him, leaving Ataru breathless and sobbing and then, with a final light touch as he slowly pulled out of him, in a dead faint.
Ataru moaned softly as he came around. His vision was blurry and he ached all over, his entire body feeling as if he'd been run over by a very large truck. A soft cry of, "Dahling!!" came from nearby and he turned his head, blinking away the fog that seemed to cover them. The girl had already wrapped her loving arms around him, making him hurt even worse and yet making him feel extraordinarily loved as well. Her voice was broken as she sobbed against his stomach, whispering softly, "Oh, Dahling, Dahling, what were you doing in that part of town? You were lucky that Mendo happened to drive by when they were..." her eyes shadowed with pain in sympathy, "hurting you. Oh, Dahling, I couldn't bear to lose you!"
Ataru closed his eyes tightly and smiled down at his Lum-chan, purposefully wiping away all of the memories -- all of them. He would go along and pretend that whatever Mendo had said had been what actually happened. He would agree... so long as Mendo *NEVER* touched him again. That decision made, he buried his face in Lum's beautiful green hair and began to weep quietly, her arms around him. THIS was where he wanted to be -- for the rest of his life.
[1] I can't spell and you aren't allowed to make fun of me. See UY Movie 2 "Beautiful Dreamer" if you wanna know more.
[2] You have to admit, Ataru-kun is NEVER shy -- nor is he sneaky. You see him coming from a mile away -- no puns intended. ^_^
[3] *groan* My eleventh grade English teacher would *SHOOT* me for that run-on sentence!