Deception

Another DA story trying to survive.


I slowly pull my arms down, inching them so that they're level with my shoulders.

The leather wrapped around them snaps tight, and I wince.

I turn my head to try and listen to whatever could be behind me, and close my eyes underneath the tightly wound blindfold that covers any sight I may have.

I try testing my legs, pulling them tighter against my chest. I can't quite move them, and open my mouth to protest.

"Don't even say a word, or you get left like this, Dib."

My entire body is chilled by that tone, that voice. I'm sorta grateful I still have my clothes, and a hand hovers just above my throat.

"He's running a little late. I'm preparing you tonight."

I shake my head, and the hand moves lower. "Don't worry. I won't do anything you dont want me to."

I lick my lips, and snarl a reply. "I know your idea of preparation, Johnny and I can't say I'd enjoy a knife up the ass."

There's a snicker from somewhere. "Jhonen warned me, I'm being good tonight for some happiness."

I pull tightly at my bindings, and give up half heartedly. "So, nothing sharp near me?"

"Hm, not quite. Jhonen said I could cut your clothes off."

My blood runs cold, and I freeze. "Wh-what!?"

Something cold slips round the back of my neck, and I try to wail as something is jammed tightly between my lips.

"He did say, I could do what I wanted as long as I didn't hurt you."

I squirm, and, remembering that I'm dealing with the famous Homicidal Maniac, fall as still as possible, not even breathing.

"Diiiib....you're not moving...." He snickers, and I relax, moving more naturally than I was.

"Better. Now, I hope you aren't too attached to these clothes, Dib."

I shake my head, and something cold and undeniably sharp pushes up against my neck. I freeze, my heart pounding madly. "Much better. Now. Back to business."

I whimper as the blade moves away from my throat, and down towards my chest, trailing down lazily.

Johnny slices once, straight down the center of my chest. I scream in terror, and he gently moves the fabric. I feel thin gloves moving over my body, and the knife slices again, each time drawing a scream of terror as I feel the sharp tip brush millimeters from my skin.

Johnny grabs the fabric from under me, and pulls it free. I pull my hands down, my fingers wrapping uselessly around the bindings, unable to do anything else.

"Let's see, I guess that would make my next task...your pants, eh?"
I twist my head away to the left, my teeth sinking into the gag. Cool metal weaves its way down my chest, causing some mild spikes of pleasure. I try to arch away from the metal, and Johnny laughs.

"Too cold for you, Dib?"
I half-nod, closing my hands tightly around the bindings. A kiss is placed gently against my stomach, and I jerk up at the sudden motion.

"Don't like that from me, huh? That's ok."

I swallow thickly as Johnny steps away from me. There are swift swishing noises, and I push my head back down as I realise he's cutting through the fabric of my black jeans, not moving an inch.

"You're so gorgeous..." Johnny's voice is rough with lust, and I shrink back, my fingers clawing gingerly at the bonds holding me still.

"Oh, Dib."

I cry out loud as something smooth and cool smooth pushes against my puckered entrance, and pull harder against the bindings, trying to scream against the pain of something unnatural in my body.

"Shut up Dib." Johnny snaps, and I scream as he rests the blade across my stomach.
Johnny throws the blade, and I hear a dull 'shwick', panting in relief.

Sharp fingers slip across my inner thighs, sliding around the backs of my legs. I shake my head, but give in. What's going to happen is going to happen. Johnny laughs softly and whispers in my ear.

"I'll make this really nice for you, Dib. I promise."

I jerk as I feel the tip of a cock push gently against my entrance, and with a soft sigh, force myself to relax, trying to think of something distracting.
"That won't work." Johnny groans, and I swear at him, or at least try to, through the gag.
"You want to know, just why Jhonen wants this to happen, right?"

I shake my head as he leans forwards, his body pressing into mine.

"You....are a huge...distraction.....he wants.....to....make you see......." Johnny pants, pushing gently towards me. I groan through the gag, pulling harder on the bonds.

"Take the gag out." Johnny orders, and as my aching lips are forced open, I manage to scream, my lips sore and cracked.

I cough a little, my throat oddly parched as a finger pushes gently against my lips, making me try to suckle on them. I shake my head, and wince when Johnny starts to move, his body rocking gently over mine.

"Dib..." Two voices, both almost identical, echo around me, my mind unable to seperate the two from each other.

A hand cushions the back of my head as Johnny makes his thrusts harder, and i let out a low moan, my hand pressing harder against the restraints. A set of thin fingers gently press against the back of my head, and I feel them pull the band on the blindfold, sliding it up over my eyes.

Finally free to open them, I stare blankly up at Johnny.

Who is the wrong way up.

A sharp thrust makes me tilt my head further back, and as I wail, Johnny smiles, his fingers twirling the blindfold around his slim, ungloved fingers.

Ungloved?

I jerk as the thrusts slam me towards the smirking maniac, and manage to lower my head to stare at the person who is forcing himself inside me.

Dressed exactly like Johnny in a striped red and black vest, buckled pants curled around his lower legs and cruel boots slipped over his feet is none other than Jhonen, his new black hair slicked into evil spikes.

I press my lips together as Jhonen smiles, his hand reaching towards Johnny. I make an impatient noise, and wriggle my body. Jhonen's thrusts make me look up towards the man watching us, and I wail, as Johnny threads his fingers through mine, staring down at me with a fierce intensity as I grind down against Jhonen, my arms pulling against the bindings as we slam together, white heat streaking across my stomach and chest.

Jhonen lets out a low laugh, and Johnny snickers in the same way, dirty and perverted. I feel my whole body go slack, and a chuckle erupts from above me. Unable to tell just who laughed, I swipe lazily at Johnny, and close my eyes lazily, exhausted.
"You should cosplay more often, Jhonen, I think he likes it."
As they both erupt into even more laughter, I give up, collapsing into an exhausted sleep.