Stockholm Syndrome

Zhao paced his room on the iron-clad ship considering what he should do with their newest prisoner. He had captured the banished Prince Zuko and could now finally concentrate on his search for the avatar.

But that was the problem. All Zhao could think about was Zuko. He himself had personally thrown Zuko, kicking and screaming death threats into the cell. He had to think up a suitable punishment for the once prince. Torture didn't seem good enough after what he had put Zhao through and death was too easy. A sadistic smirk lit up his face as the perfect idea came to him. He walked down the hall, motioning for two guards to follow him.

Zuko waited inside his cell, silently plotting his escape. If he didn't do something soon he would be dead or worse. His fears were confirmed when he heard footsteps approach then stop in front of his cell. When he saw who it was that had entered he mustered up his best glare and sneered.

Zhao shivered in anticipation of wiping that look off Zuko's face. He instructed the two gaurds to grab the boy and hold him down. Zuko struggled but in the end, the lack of food and little water had made him weak and he was pinned to the ground. But he still had a plan of sorts. If he could get Zhao so worked up that he ordered the guards to leave, he might be able to make a run for it.

"So Zhao, I see you still need assistance when you do your dirty work. Can't take me on by yourself?" he taunted. Zhao hissed in fury but then realized this would work into his plans just fine. He ordered the guards out and right after Zuko made it to his feet he advanced on the teen.

For every step he took, Zuko took one back until Zuko realized that he was backed up to a wall and couldn't go any further. Zhao grinned as he pinned Zuko to the wall, grabbing his wrists roughly.

"What are you-?" was all Zuko got out before his lips were claimed in a bruising kiss. Zuko gasped giving Zhao the opportunity to slip his tongue into the younger boy's mouth. Zuko fought desperately but Zhao just shoved himself harder against him. As Zhao moved down to Zuko's neck the teen tried not to moan when the older man hit a sensitive spot. Soon Zhao had Zuko stripped and when he let go of him to unfasten his own fly Zuko tried to cover himself. Zhao's cock leapt out of his uniform already drooling pre-cum. Zuko looked away but gasped as his hair was grabbed and he was forced roughly to his knee's.

"I think you know what I want Prince Zuko and if you value your life you will not bite." Zuko voiced his response by shutting his mouth tightly and glaring.
Zhao sighed and backhanded Zuko while keeping a hold on his hair so he wouldn't go flying. Zuko grunted in pain but did not open his mouth. Zhao smirked and hit him again, this time pulling him into the hit. Zuko gasped in pain and Zhao shoved his cock down the teens throat. Zuko gagged and went to bite down on the offending object that was in his mouth. A tug on his hair reminded him of the warning he had been given.

So Zuko tried a different attack only this one much more pleasing to Zhao. Zuko grabbed two fistfuls of uniform and started licking and sucking. Zhao threw his head back in a deep groan as the Prince began this different assault on him. As the boy deep-throated him he pulled Zuko off. He yanked Zuko up and shackled his hands above his head. When he looked down he saw that not only had Zuko stopped struggling but his cock was hard and rigid standing out from his body. He prowled behind the boy and growled in his ear,

"Had I known you would like this I would have chosen a different method. But I still have ways of making you scream." With that said Zhao spread the boy wide and shoved into him with only pre-cum and Zuko's spit as lube. Zuko screamed and couldn't stop as Zhao shoved in and out of his virgin hole. The blood made the passage easier somewhat and Zhao was reviling in the feel of the writhing body in front of him. He grabbed Zuko's hips roughly to steady his thrusts as he sped up to reach his peak.

Zuko was sobbing quietly as Zhao wiped himself clean and re-buttoned his pants. He un-shackled Zuko before he left and let the smaller body fall to the floor. Zhao noted that Zuko's cock had not wilted and was still hard. He shrugged and left for his chambers with a much clearer mind.

Zuko lay on the floor shaking. He thought that if he played along, Zhao wouldn't hurt him but he had been wrong. He was furious with himself to discover that he was still hard. He smiled ruefully and opened his hand. The key to his cell was lying in his palm. He had swiped it off of Zhao when he had grabbed his uniform.
He chuckled and waited until nightfall.