The Hikari Report

The Hikari Report – Chapter Two – Protoman's Prediciment.
By Kahnevi.

Rating: See first chapter.

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Megaman. I plan to use him as a tool for the next little while. Also once again, if you do not like the concepts of rape you should go away.

Summary: See first chapter.

Pairs/Activities: See first chapter.

Introduction: Hmmm...thanks muchly for the reviews...I won't say that I by any means thrive on them I thrive merely on creativity...anyway, you know where I left off and if you don't you can just go and find out can't you?

Megaman circled his prey, smirking with just a hint of playfullness, dangling behind a wall of lust. Megaman thought only that it was regrettable that he had wasted a half-hour transporting Protoman, strapping him down, and waking him up. “No matter.” Megaman mumbled to himself, eyeying his prize with content. "Obviously the end more then justifies the means." Leaning over the table he could sense the fear within Protoman. The very same fear he never thought he would see. The Red Wonder, was supposed to be an elite Navi. Impervious to fear. Megaman was quite proud that he had reduced Protoman to mush. This was the sort of thing that Megaman thrived on. “We have an hour my pet...an hour to play...” Megaman said, licking Protoman's ear fleetingly, and sauntering toward a table that had eluded Protoman's notice.

Quickly shifting his head Protoman inspected the table. He gulped. Dildos. Nipple clamps. Vibraters. Testicle Umbrellas. He knew he was in for the long run, only when he spotted the sexual lubricant, shuddering. Little beads of sweat began to form on Protoman's head as he felt his face flush. Megaman stood in front of the table pointing and "huuring" and "huumming" at each of his toys, smiling at Protoman, who he noticed was eyeing him. Protoman was at this point willing to admit that he didn't entirely mind his captor. Megaman was of medium build. No six pack, but no excess fat. His arms matched his abs. Not overly muscly, but enough to do the job, and enough to put meaning behind threats. His spikey hair, generally covered by his helmet, was thick, and luxurious: a compliment to the bush of fine black hair at the base of Megaman's privates. Mentally noting that he was beyond the point of regretting or turning back, Protoman slowly and torturously turned his attention to what would inevitably be the subject of his torture. And what a subject it was. Protoman sharply intaked the next few breathes as he beheld what was hidden under blue boy's body suit. Megaman's erection, at the moment purple and throbbing as the blue wonder picked through his toys, was at least seven inches erect to the naked eye, with a pair of golf-balls to match. Protoman was only able to imagine what the sadistic blue planned to do with those. And as he did what he was only able to do, his body began betraying him. Protoman blushed in dismay, wishing only to cover his growing erection.

Megaman turned slowly, weapons in hand, and surveyed what he saw before him: Protoman shifting uncomfortably on the examination table, beads of sweat now heavy and numerous upon his forehead. Smiling in a complimented sort of way Megaman casually walked over to his prize and sat next to his hips. Staring into his eyes he slowly began stroking the other's platinum hair, long since untied and allowed to roam. “Well, well. Protoman. You know, I've been wanting to do this for a very long time.” Protoman shifted uncomfortably. Struggling against the chains, desperately trying to avoid the prying hands who had now seeked out his sternum and chest. “Me-Megaman...I knew you were sick but...no...you WILL let me go...I...” Megaman merely chuckled. Testing the boy's chestnut nipples with his fingertips he looked back into his eyes with a slightly resigned smile. “And what,” he asked pinching down hard on one of the nipples, eliciting a low hiss from the other, “do YOU plan to do about it?” Megaman finished, as he pinched the other nub, eliciting an equally low hiss, and a small arch in Protoman's back. Smiling, Megaman retrieved the attached clips from the table, and clipped first one then the other onto Protoman's already sore nipples.

Protoman's breathing began to quicken as he looked down at his chest. He was definitely sweating now, but he no longer knew what for. He could hardly breathe. His voice wouldn't work. His chest was on fire and his mind awash with strange feelings of pain, sorrow, adrenaline...enjoyment? Lust? Protoman's eyes widened as he began to realise the horror of what was taking place within his senses. Surely he couldn't be...enjoying this? Making one last attempt to free his wrists from the shackles he looked up at Megaman. The face that looked up was not the face that Protoman was accustomed to his face being. All the resolve was gone. The deadly leadership. The eyes had lost their flare. Looking up at his captor, Protoman began to cry. “Please Megaman...I don't want to do this...Please just...let me go back to chaud...I...I'm scared...” Protoman rested his back on the table, breathing heavily, truly realizing that with his wrists shackled to the corners of the table above him, his ankles to the table below him, and his body betraying him (now painfully so,) he was in fact at the mercy of his rival.

Megaman looked down at the pathetic mess below him and smiled. He didn't think it would be that easy to break the red wonder, and yet here he was, in tears before him. Megamn couldn't help but grin in absolute delight. Leaning over Protoman's chest, Megaman wiped a tear from his cheek and stared into Protoman's eyes. Protoman looked back at him, hoping to find a shred of sympathy. Megaman, however broke the moment with a stinging backhand across Protoman's tear-stained face. “BAKA!” Megaman shouted looking down at him with contempt. “After all the trouble I went to, do you really think that I would simply let you go? Tell me, why do I waste time talking to you? Maybe you want me to gag you? Is that it?! Hmmm Baka?!” Protoman's head snapped up to face Megaman. Imagining having something shoved into his mouth, he immediately began shaking his head furiously. His voice was all the Protoman had left now, the only key he might have to freedom. Megaman began to smile. “So you'll stop interrupting me then hmmm? You do know I went to a lot of trouble for this don't you?” Megaman took ahold of the piece of chain connecting the two nipple clamps and sharply yanked upward. He was satisfied to hear a the moan of pain in the older. Panting, yet noticing that Megaman still had the chain clasped firmly in his right hand, Protoman nodded quickly, receiving, as he'd hoped, a small smile from the other. Megaman released the clamp chain, allowing it to fall to Protoman's chest. He positioned himself next to Protoman's erection, now a fully erect six inches, and leaned against the table, facing the silver haired beauty once more. “Say Protoman...”Megaman began slyly, “Do you ever...pleasure yourself?” Protoman gasped inwardly and glared up at Megaman in horror, receiving only a slight smile. His mind flashed back to his days alone in the PET pleasuring himself...did megaman really mean to?! Protoman could only watch in horror as Megaman's hand, formerly entangled with the other's navel, slowly slid downward, stopping only momentarily to test the bush of silvery-blonde hair at the base of Protoman's cock. When he had reached his prize, Megaman paused to look up. Protoman's head was looking over his chest at Megaman. Megaman chuckled slightly. Even victoms like to watch. Taking Protoman's erection in his fingertips, he slowly tested the uncut flesh, running his fingers up and down from the base of Protoman's organ, to the hyper-sensitive head. The entire time Protoman squirmed, and struggled. Attempting to lean, to shift, anything to move away from the hand of his enemy. Megaman smiled to see the other struggling, and slowly he allowed himself to speed up. He took the midsection of Protoman's erection in a fist grip and began pumping from base to tip. The reaction was immediate. Protoman stopped struggling, his eyes widened and his hips involuntarily lurched forward, pumping in and out of Megaman's hand to the rhythm. “P-please...” Protoman pleaded, no longer in control of his own body, or of his own emotions, “Please stop...” Megaman smiled and stopped abruptly removing his hand, and cocked his head as a small mewl of protest escaped Protoman's lips. Megaman smiled sadistically and looked at Protoman. “Your mouth says no...your body says yes...which am I to believe? Perhaps if I gag one the other can speak for both.” Protoman began shaking his head again, but Megaman was ignoring him. Turning on his heels, Megaman made for the table of toys and retrieved a red ball gag.

Protoman was sobbing into his shoulder. He had allowed the unthinkable to happen. His rival had captured him, taken away his body, and now had taken away his voice. He had put up a long fight (Megaman eventually had to bite the nape of Protoman's neck to get him to open his mouth) but now it was all over. Protoman felt used, and trapped. Within his own body as well as within his own bonds. Left at the hands of Megaman, Protoman worried for his health.

Megaman sighed in content as he looked down at his captive. Tied spread eagle and ball gagged was exactly how he liked the red wonder, as it left him able to do however and whatever he pleased. Hopping back off the steel table, Megaman sauntered toward the toys table and picked up a red, two inch thick by five inch long dildo, as well as lube, and returned to his seat next to Protoman's hips. Looking down at the predicament he noticed something more pressing then screwing the hell out of the sexy navi before him. His cock needed relief.

Protoman watched as the blue sadist set down the two items and kneeled near his head. He began trembling in fear...and in lust, as the hand that had not long ago been masturbating him took his chin. He heard his enemy speak, not as a voice, but as an echo. Protoman was already beginning to slip from reality. “Protoman.” the other stated, “One way or another you WILL be fucked today. You will be screwed right into this table to which you are chained until your ass bleeds. However. The whole thing will be a lot less painful if I use lube, you see. But you need to earn the lube, Protoman. Do you know how you do that?” Staring up at his tormentor through blurred eyes, Protoman shook his head in horror. Megaman nodded. “Suck me off.”

Rising from his position, and releasing Protoman's chin, Megaman hit a button on the side of the table. The table, and the chains, reformatted themselves, dragging Protoman along with them. The table disappeared, and the chains bound Protoman's wrists and arms together behind his back, and his ankles together on the ground, leaving him kneeling before Megaman's erection. Smiling down at the pathetic mess before him Megaman removed the ball gag. With a shark yank of Protoman's nipple chain, and a shouting of “NO TEETH!!” Megaman forced the head of his cock against Protoman's lips.

Protoman looked at what he saw before him, unable to comprehend how he had gotten to where he was, but unwilling to anger a navi who had no compassion for his body. Opening his mouth slowly, Protoman reluctantly flicked his tongue out at the tip of Megaman's erection. Looking up, he noticed that Megaman was still glaring. Deciding that it didn't taste as bad as he thought it would, Protoman ran his tongue up the bottom of the head eliciting a small moan from Megaman. Knowing what he had to do now, Protoman began to get more brave. He swirled his tongue, covering the top and the bottom, then eventually worked his tongue down towards the base, but not daring to touch the balls or the hair. Suddenly, Protoman felt a fist in his hair. “Stop fooling around baka. Take it in your mouth.” Swallowing hard, Protoman opened his mouth to allow the intruder. Taking only the head at first, Protoman switched his game plan, allowing it to be to do whatever he could to please Megaman, and to end his torture. Suckling on the first third or so, Protoman began swirling his tongue around the bottom and the top, he was rewarded as Megaman threw his head back in pleasure. “MORE!” he screamed, taking the other's hair in his hands and pushing himself further in, “More you baka! MORE!” Choking, Protoman took as much as he could. Deepthroating Megaman, while choking slightly. He swirled his tongue more, his throat involuntarily massaging the head of the enemy. Protoman began crying, sucking on the tool as it gagged him, alarmed by his own erection that was betraying him. Megaman began to moan more and more, thrusting in and out rhythmically. Finally there was a pause as Megaman stopped thrusting and tensed, spilling his hot seed down Protoman's throat.

Pulling out of Protoman's mouth, he wiped off what cum had spilled on Protoman's cheek (it would appear the red wonder is a swallower...) and immediately replaced the ball gag. He looked down, and felt a moment of sympathy for the red boy, as he knew that what he was going to do next would be painful, and he was fairly certain the other was a virgin. All of this lasted for only a moment though, because without remorse, Megaman hit another button, and the chains dragged a sobbing, pathetic, Protoman through the air to tie him once again spread eagle on the table, only this time, face down. Megaman took the lube in his right hand, replaced the dildo with his left (deciding to use the real thing instead) and walked to meet the face down sex object before him. “You did good Protoman.” Megaman said smiling. “That means that just for you, I'll use lube.” Megaman began applying a coat to his freshly hard dick as he was saying this. “I suspect you're a virgin aren't you? Word of advice. This'll hurt.” Megaman positioned himself on top of the table, between Protomans legs. He could see the other's head desperately flailing around trying to see what was going on. Megaman smiled. He knew from experience that this was a lot worse when you couldn't see what was happening. Placing his cock-head at Protoman's entrance, he used his hands to pry apart the perfectly symmetrical half-globes, and slowly began to push in to Protoman's tight, virgin ass. “Mmmmnfffgh.....” Protoman began, breathing heavily. He felt as if his ass were being torn in two, already beginning to tear. Megaman seemed to obsorb every moan of pain as he took pleasure in thrusting all seven inches in as slowly as he could. “About a third of it's in now baka!” Megaman mocked, enjoying himself on a deliciously evil level. “How we doing?” Protoman tried to scream, but couldn't. Only able to make extremely loud and unintelligible “MNGGHHHFFS!” and “ARHHHGGGH!” sounds as each and every inch of Megaman's manhood ripped through Protoman's aching, contracting entrance. Finally, Protoman took him to the hilt and he sighed through his gag in relief. “You think it's over don't you?” Megaman had to laugh. Without warning Megaman pulled out and rammed himself back in, forcing Protoman into the table hard enough to cause painful bruising. Protoman was beginning to feel reality slip away once again as he screamed inwardly. Megaman's yellings of “What Baka? Getting tired? Do we need a nap? Well fuck life's tough, huh?!” and things of that sort began to grow quiter and quiter as Megaman fucked him over and over. The small amount of pleasure that Protoman shared in the experience as Megaman hit his sweet spot again and again were the first to fade, as Megaman smashed Protoman's head into the table repeatedly, never once breaking the rhythm. Megaman thrusted in and out of the ass, that in his eyes, had been earned. Each and every thrust was a prize to Megaman. Each and every thrust brought Protoman farther away from consiousness and realization. "MGHFFGHHHH!" came Protoman weakly, sobbing as his hips involuntarily arching up and down to Megamans rhthym, to meet his greedy ass, his own erection throbbing painfully against now warm steel. Megaman laughed sadistically, feeling the warm blood of his captive flow against his hardened cock, acting as a second lubricant. "AMMMNNNN!!!" Protoman moaned, half with pleasure, half with thankful closure, arching his back as his own dick exploded with cum, splattering the table as Protoman fell, unconsious. Grinning, Megaman thrusted in one final time, and moaned, filling Protoman's ass with his semen; and by doing so, marking him forever as his victom. Megaman, convinced that Protoman was un-consious, pulled out, and redressed himself. Megaman smirked at the sight. His beauty tied to a cold, steel table, blood and cum leeking out of his perfect ass, shackles, marking his perfect limbs. With a sense of accomplishment, Megaman jacked out, leaving Protoman as Chaud's problem.

Wow. That was fun, let's do it again! Lol, I jest, I jest. Please read, review. I hope you appreciate! Again, compliments and constructive criticism only please. None of that silly flaming stuff. Ah, one more thing. It would be not out of the realm of possibility to think about chapter three fairly soon. I was actually jotting down the little space filler earlier when my computer decided to eat it. URG. But I'll get back on that horse soon. I'll actually give a little plot snipit for my...ahem...devoted readers. Ready?

"Chaud's tears now flowed freely from his eyes at the scene before him. His best friend, and his perfect navi reduced to...to this before his eyes. Chaud felt imputent. He felt weak. He felt helpless. And yet, for the first time Protoman had asked him to do something for him. He would do it. For Protoman. And for all the other navis in the world that could be under the blue sicko's glare. "I...I WILL avenge you Protoman..." Protoman looked up at Chaud, and drawing his last bit of strength he spoke his last words. "Chaud...I...I love you." As Protoman's head hit the floor, and Chaud looked on in disbelief, Protoman began to fade away. Chaud didn't even have time to think about saying 'I love you too' or anything else before the computer spoke, very deliberately, "PROTOMAN DELETED.""

Enjoy.

Kahnevi.