Sex Taxi

This is an rp me and my friend did so it's in a different style. It is also based on the Hentai 'Sex Taxi' only with Kingdom Hearts characters. I have no beta so please bear with the mistakes. And now we begin, please read and review:

Translation of the Japanese in this story:
Onegai/Kudasai please
Doyatte...wakaru? How do you know?
Yamete/Yamero Stop
Yurushite Forgive me
Doyatte How
Demo But
Hayaku Hurry
Kitte/Iku Come
Warui My bad
Kirai Hate
Hebi Snake
Dare no Whose
Minaide Don't look
Hazukashi It's embarrassing
Ki o tsukete be careful or watch out
Boku o mitte Look at me
Ima Now
Soshite And
Goshujin-sama Master
Boku no ban My turn
Zuruii Meanie
Shikashi However
Wakarimasen I don't know
Neechan/Neesan Big sister
Niichan/Niisan/Aniki Big brother
Tousan Dad/Father
Kaasan/Kaachan Mom/Mother
Otouto Little brother
Imoto Little sister
Daijoubu/Dajoubu ka Fine/How are you?
Yakusoku Promise
Arigato/Arigatou Thanks or thank you
Honto/Honto ni Really
Iku Come
Ja/Ja ne See you or see you later
Ja ashita See you tomorrow
Kowai Scared or scary
Kyohakusurun ka Blackmailing?
Tozen Of course

Act One: Targeted Rock Artist – Demyx


Demyx sighed after a long day of recording. He waved his hand for a taxi with his girlfriend, who was only 15, on the phone. “Aa. Yes. I know, Minami. I'll be there. Anyways ja ne. Mo dai suki.”

An orange taxi pulled up and the door opened. “Please get in,” said the driver. He had on a blue taxi driver's hat and it was down over his eyes, so one couldn't see his identity very well.

Demyx smiled and thanked him as he pocketed his phone, “Tokyo Marriott please?” He asked.

“Tozen desu,” said the driver. “Demo, can you look in the envelope beside you?” as he drove off once the door was shut again.

Demyx blinked and picked it up. Inside were pictures of him touching or kissing Minami. He shot a glare, “What do you want?”

He played a tape in between the two front seats, his own and the front passenger one. It was a conversation between the pair. “You know, if I were to release this to the press or the Internet, your reputation would go down the drain. Your girlfriend would be in trouble for sure also. Would you really want that?”

He growled, “What do you want from me? Money or something?” He asked tearing up the pictures.

“Iie,” said the driver. “I only want one thing: ownership of you, Demyx-san. Mo, those pictures are copies. I have the originals. Do you know what this means?”

“Ownership?” He sighed. He didn't want to hurt Minami, “Fine. What do you want me to do?”

“Call your manager and ask for a leave of absence,” said the driver. “That shouldn't be too bad, ne?”

“Aa.” He growled and called to get leave then called Minami to not worry her. He pocketed his phone. “Now what?” He was pissed.

“Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” he said, driving to an old, abandoned school. He found a parking spot and parked in it. After killing the engine, he turned to Demyx. “Here we are,” and he got out. Then, he opened the door for Demyx also.

Demyx got out and followed, “An abandoned school?” he blinked, “Why are we here?”

“You will see,” he said. He led him inside the school, down a hallway, another hallway, and slid open the door of a room marked “music room”. Then, he shoved him into it and shut the door behind them.

Demyx caught himself before falling. “What the hell? What do I do?” He didn't like this but he didn't want to hurt Minami.

“I want you to be part of our collection,” he said, with a smirk in his voice. He held up a collar and a chain to attach to it. “Because you belong to us now, Demyx-san.”

“Fuck no! You fucking touch me and I'll have your ass sued.” He backed up until he hit the wall.

The driver chuckled. “I don't think that's going to happen,” he said, moving to him and grabbing his wrist in a tight, tight grip. He began tearing off his clothes.

He growled and tried to break free. “Yamero!” He attempted to hit the man with his other fist.

The other dodged easily and hit him. Hard. “You better not attempt that because it won't be pretty if you do.”

Demyx growled and fell to his knees, “Kuso.” he sighed with a little cough. “Baka yaro!” He snapped, glaring up at the driver.

He left Demyx's lower half still clothed and fastened on the chain and collar, which had a lock on it. He held onto the other end of the chain. “Will you listen to me now?” he asked, pulling on the chain.

Demyx shivered and looked away, “Now what?” He growled.

“Do you really want to know?” he asked. “If so, lie down near the conductor's stand.”

Demyx growled and moved closer into the wall, “Iya! I'll never submit to you like that! I won't be your fucking bitch.”

He yanked the chain again, making the blond get pulled closer to him. “Iie, you will be.” He forced him to the floor and his other hand rubbed Demyx's crotch through his pants.

Demyx gasped and moaned a bit. “Yamero. Why are you doing this to me?”

“I told you that you belong to us now,” he said, rubbing him more. “Is your back virginal?” If so, he'd thoroughly enjoy him before passing him around with the other drivers.

Demyx snarled a 'fuck you' and smirked, “Sorry my first time isn't yours.” he acted like he'd slept with guys but truth was he'd only slept with a few women.

He chuckled lightly. “I suppose I'll find out if that's true or not,” he said, unzipping the blond's pants and yanking them down, along with his underwear. His hand had never let go of the chain.

Demyx snarled and ripped at the chain, in hopes of getting it from the male. “Iya. Saruwanaide.”

He held it away from him and kicked his side. “Behave or I'll have to punish you,” he glared coldly.

Demyx choked and coughed, “H-Hai...” his arms shook a bit. “So you're not going to hurt me if I'm good ne?” He smirked sexily,

“If you listen to me, it'll make both of our lives easier,” he said, stroking him between the legs again.

Demyx panted and gave in, “Aa. I'd rather feel pleasure than pain anyway.” he moved his hips a bit, “Demo will you at least kiss me? It's boring without that.” He asked cutely; running a finger across his lips.

The other felt very suspicious about his sudden actions. “I do not take orders from my possessions.”

“It wasn't an order.” He smiled and kneed the man in the groin. Within seconds he was on his feet and to the door. He tugged on it to try opening it. 'Fuck fuck fuck' he thought as it didn't budge.

“Did you really think I would let you go so easily?” he asked, wincing a little from being kneed. “I was going to be easy on you, but I've changed my mind,” and he grabbed the chain again and yanked him back to his side. His fingers twisted a nipple sharply, aiming to bruise it.

Demyx hissed at the yank then squealed at the twist, “I-Iya!” He pushed at Zexion to get free.

He put an elbow on his arm and loomed above him. “Will you listen to me then? By the way, it's too late to try to avoid punishment,” he said, twisting the nipple more.

Demyx cried out. That had to bruise it. He looked away and swallowed his pride, “Yurushite kudasai.”

“I will after,” he said, “depending on your conduct,” and he let the little bud go. It was turning purple. Almost. “Deal?” His hand was ready to punish its partner if need to.

He looked at the man with his hand's shaking a bit, “A-Anou...” he nodded, “After this you'll destroy the pictures and tape ne?”

“Maybe,” he said. “Again depending on how you act towards me. Spread your legs.”

Demyx took a breath and closed his eyes. Biting his lip, he spread his legs a bit.

“Ii ko,” he said, stroking him now. “A little more and move them up and bend them.”

Demyx's cheeks turned red in shame as he did so. It felt so weird to have a man staring at him. He'd asked women to do this before but this was embarrassing. He looked away.

“Boku o mitte,” he said. “Ima desu.” He continued to stroke him, his other hand letting go of the chain (once he'd fastened it to the floor) and placing a leg onto his shoulder. Somewhere along the line, Demyx's pants and underwear had vanished from his body also.

He shivered and looked at him slightly; one eye staying shut. “Just hurry and get it over with....” he gulped, “O-onegai.”

“That's not up to you to decide,” he said, stroking him more, but not allowing him to come. He would stop when Demyx got close.

Demyx panted and closed his eyes in pleasure. His fingers touched Zexion's forearm, “Yamete kudasai.” he begged.

“I told you to shut up,” he said. “Or I will have to gag you.” He stroked him a bit more, while his other hand slid back behind Demyx's sac and tried to locate his entrance. The driver was still wearing his hat.

Demyx bit his lip and looked away again. He panted slightly but said nothing. His hand gripped the floor.

“It's so ironic, ne?” he asked. “Getting assaulted here in the music room?” and he moved closer and turned him onto his side and licked over the blond's crack. “What do you think, Demyx-san?”

Demyx moaned softly and stayed looking away. His eyes focus on a lone drumstick and a small mallet. No matter what happened he didn't look away from them.

“Answer me,” he said, coldly, squeezing his member a bit too hard. “You have to listen, remember?”

He squealed and nodded “Hai.” He still tried to look at the objects.

“Ii ko desu,” said the other, spreading his fleshy cheeks and licking the rim of Demyx's entrance. He briefly wondered if he should use lube.

As if reading Zexion's mind, “Onegai. I'll be good master so please don't be too hard on me. Onegai make my first time unforgettable.” He hoped that would help cause it sure as hell was embarrassing.

“So you were lying,” he said. “I thought so, but for doing that, I can't let it go so easily.” He stood up and went over to the drumstick, which he picked up and returned with. “What would this be like inside you?” He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a tube of lubricant. “Hmm...so I had it on me.”

Demyx cursed himself for looking at those. “N-No please.” he begged. He shook in fear. That thing would hurt and maybe tear him. “O-onegai.” he pleaded.

“If you're good, I might just make it more pleasurable,” he said, dropping to one knee and showing him the lube. “Will you obey my every whim?”

He nodded vigorously, “Onegai.” He begged and looked at his torturer.

“I'll be watching you,” he said, uncapping the tube of lubricant and using it to coat the drumstick thoroughly. Once it was lubed, he recapped the tube and put it back in his coat pocket. A finger at the bill of his hat, which pushed it off his head and to the floor. Dark hair fell loosely around his face, his bangs covering one eye.

Demyx stared at the man. He was handsome. The blond felt the urge to run his fingers though that dark hair; forgetting about the drumstick.

The other looked at him, but didn't say a word. He lifted one of Demyx's legs and positioned the tip of the drumstick at the blond's virgin entrance. “If you don't want it to hurt, then you'll need to relax,” he said, then pushed the tip inside him.

He groaned in pain and closed his eyes. Though it hurt, he tried to stay relaxed.

He let him adjust a little, then pushed in some more. Then, a bit more, until it was a bit more than halfway inside the blond. He watched Demyx's reactions closely as he did so.

Demyx whined in pain and kept his eyes closed, “O-onegai. Yurushite.”

“Your doing well, so I might just do that,” he said, beginning to move it in and out of him, the lube on the thin stick making it rather easy to slide back and forth.

His brow and closed eyes shook with each thrust. After not to long the pain fade and soon after that, the stick hit a soft spot that made him see white. “Ahh!” he cried as his eyes shot open.

“Do you know what I just hit?” the emo-looking taxi driver asked. “In case you don't, oshiete kore. That's your prostate, also known as your sweet spot. I'm sure you might have known where a girl's sweet spot is, but not your own, ne?” as he moved a little faster. He could hardly wait to bury his own member inside the tightness, as he watched the little mouth of Demyx's opening trying to grasp the stick as if it didn't want to let it go.

Demyx's hips shook in pleasure and he fought to hold in his moans. He panted and whined in pleasure.

He moved it a little faster, quite enjoying the look on his face. “Oshiete kore, do you really know your body that well?”

He moaned, “I g-guess not.” He looked away and gave soundless moans. “Onegai...Teach me more.” he gave in to the pleasure and moved his hips with the stick.

“That is up to me,” he said. “Soshite, if you want to learn my name, you will have to earn the right to know it,” and he pressed the stick deeper, stroking over his sweet spot each time.

He screamed in pleasure. “Onegai...I wanna make you feel good t-too.” he groaned. At the scream a knock came to the door.

“Stay,” he told Demyx, and got up. He put his hat back on, tucking his hair under it. “Dare desu ka?” The stick remained inside of the blond, since he'd left it in.

Demyx wiggled his hips to try to get more pleasure. The voice on the other side, “Yo it's me. The superior wanted me to see the new pet.”

“The question is did you find your own pet yet?” he asked, not willing to open the door. “Just tell Superior that I'm busy.”

“Geez fine. Well I have the drug you asked for so I'll leave it here.” he set it down and walked away. That was Xigbar for you.

The emo driver, Zexion as his name was, opened the door briefly, took in the object, and shut and locked the door again. “This will make things more interesting for you, Demyx-san,” he said, sitting down beside him and showing him the object he'd just brought in. “For now, screw yourself with the drumstick. I want to watch it clearly.”

Demyx stared in disbelief, “Nan da?” he had to have heard wrong, That would be way too embarrassing. His hips still wiggled slightly for more stimulation.

“Spread yourself enough so I can see what you're doing. I suggest you don't test my patience,” he warned, sitting back. “I didn't tie you up, after all, so you can do it.”

Demyx looked away in embarrassment and spread his legs as wide as he could. He didn't want to get hurt. If the bastard wanted to watch, then he'd put on a show. He slowly reached down and started thrusting the stick in and out, hitting his sweet spot. He moaned and thrashed his head in pleasure. His other hand stroked his manhood slowly, though he didn't know if that was allowed.

Zexion chuckled to himself as he watched him. “Keep going, you're doing good.” He didn't say a word about Demyx stroking himself; rather, it seemed he liked that combination.

Demyx looked away from the shame and continued; moving faster and harder. “Ahh ahh.” he cried closing his eyes to not look at his rapist. The way the stick hit him was driving him insane, making him stroke harder.

He continued to watch, as the stick was moved in and out by his victim. He decided he'd definitely take him after this. Catching sight of the drug Xigbar had given him, he began to get ideas. Should he give him a pill whole or put it in a drink?

Demyx tightened his closed eyes and bit his lip as he came. He didn't want the other to hear him.

“Tsk, tsk,” said Zexion as he watched the come spray all over. “You weren't supposed to hold back anything. If you try it again, I'll have to do something drastic, but I'll let it slide this time.”

Demyx nodded but didn't open his eyes, “G-Gomen.” He closed his legs which made him look like a shy school boy.

“Keep them apart,” he told him. “Soshite, open your eyes. Don't ever close them unless I tell you you can.”

Demyx opened his eyes yet still looked away and parted his leg about half of what they were. He didn't like Zexion seeing him. He was blushing, sweating and shaking.

Zexion took hold of the drumstick and yanked it out of him sharply, watching as a little blood spilled out also. The drumstick itself had a bit of blood on it as well, but he retrieved a cloth to wipe the stick off, though not Demyx.

Demyx whined in pain. He wanted to close his eyes and disappear. He looked at the conductor's stand above him. “Yurushite, goshujin-sama.”

“Iie,” he said. “Get on your hands and knees and raise your rear into the air. High.”

Demyx slowly did what he was told though it was more on his elbows than hands to make his butt higher.

He parted the fleshy cheeks of the blond's butt. The little hole seemed to be quivering after being abused by the drumstick. There was also a bit of blood still. “Not bad. Ima, boku no ban.” He let him go and removed every bit of his own clothes, setting them into a messy pile.

Demyx shivered and moved away slightly, “Iya onegai.” he pleaded. The drumstick hurt enough.

“I'll use a little extra lube on myself, but not very much. You have some inside you already,” and he used the lube to lube himself up. Then, he positioned himself at Demyx's entrance and thrust in the first inch in one instant.

Demyx moaned and closed his eyes in pain, “yamete kudasai.”

He ignored him and pushed in some more, hardly waiting for the blond to adjust to his size. “Anata wa boku no mono desu, oboiteru ka?”

“I know, goshujin-sama. I'm yours demo please make it hurt less.” he whined.

“Maybe another time,” he said. “When you're better behaved. Your punishment isn't over just yet,” and he thrust hard to the hilt.

Demyx started to cry as he scream and tried to more away, “Iya iya!” He ripped at the ground.

“Don't move away from me,” he said, moving out of him, then thrusting back in again. He repeated the motion over and over, being quite rough and not caring about whether he made him tear or bleed.

Demyx cried. “No more! No more!” He buried his face in the floor.

He continued raping him, only caring about his own pleasure. He also took hold of Demyx's member and stroked him roughly there, squeezing rather hard, as if he wanted to choke it.

Demyx screamed and wiggled. His insides squeezing the other hard.

Zexion was enjoying the way Demyx's walls were squeezing him, as if not wanting to let go. He felt something tear against him as he speared into him, sometimes hitting the blond's prostate head on.

The slight pleasure was nothing compared to the pain. He was crying hard and on the verge of darkness.

He continued to pound into him, hitting his sweet spot more and still stroking him roughly. He was loving it. A lot.

After a few more thrusts he passed out and fell.

Zexion shook his head as he came soon after. Demyx's seed had spilled also, across the floor and his hand. He removed his hand and licked off the come from it, but he didn't remove himself from the blond's rear.

Demyx was out cold.

He removed his member from him finally and stood up. Zexion watched as his own come and some of Demyx's blood slipped down the backs of his thighs. He used the cloth from earlier to wipe himself off and got up, dressing and pocketing the drug Xigbar had given him, but he hadn't used. “Sore wa tanoshikatta,” he said with a smirk as he went to the door and opened it (once he was dressed again). “I think I'll be enjoying you. Ja ne,” and he left, shutting the door behind him.