Sokka's New Toy

Response to Akari_Tenshi's challenge. Lame title is lame, maybe I'll think of a better one.

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Aang, Katara, Sokka, and to a lesser extent, Toph, all wore mixed expressions of surprise and anger and reached for thier respective weapons when Appa moved aside to reveal their enemy, Zuko, standing before them. The bigger shock came when instead of attacking, the Fire Prince smiled. Yes, SMILED at them. "Hi," he said, raising an arm in awkward greeting. "Zuko here."

The group was too puzzled to react. They glanced at one another, and back at Zuko.

"I heard you guys flying around so, I thought I'd wait for you here," he continued. Appa approached him and growled, but proceeded to lick him affectionately, the same way he would Aang or Sokka. Aang cocked a brow. Zuko made a noise of slight disgust and wiped off the bison's slobber. "I know you must be surprised to see me here," he said to the group.

"Not really," Sokka spat sarcastically, "since you've followed us all over the world."

Zuko looked down uncomfortably. "Right, er...well...what I wanted to tell you," he said, "is that I've changed." He looked at his foes, particularly at Aang, as he spoke. "And, uh, I'm good now. And I think I should join your group. Oh, and I can teach firebending. To...you."

A short, tense pause followed. "You wanna WHAT now?!" Toph broke the silence.

Katara glared daggers at Zuko. "You can't possibly expect any of us to trust you, can you? I mean, just how stupid do you think we are?"

"Yeah," Sokka said. "All you've ever done is chase after us and try to capture Aang!"

"I've done some good things," Zuko defended himself rather pathetically. "I could've taken your bison in Ba Sing Se, but I set him free. That's something, right?" Appa licked his back again, catching him by surprise.

"Appa does seem to like him," Toph muttered to Sokka and Katara.

"He probably just covered himself in honey or something so that Appa would lick him," Sokka argued.

"I can understand why you wouldn't trust me," Zuko admitted, "I've made some huge mistakes, and done some really awful things in the past..."

"Like when you attacked our village?" Sokka asked.

"Or when you stole my mother's necklace and used it to capture us?" Katara added.

Zuko sighed and looked at Aang. "Why aren't you saying anything? You once said you thought we could be friends. You know I have good in me."

Aang didn't answer. He looked at Zuko's face, trying to decide if what he saw was sincerity. He glanced at his friends, and caught a dissaproving look from Sokka.

"There's no way we can trust you after all you've done," he finally said to Zuko. "We can't let you join us."

"You need to get out of here," Katara demanded.

Zuko clenched his fists at their answer. He felt familiar anger bubble up in himself, frustrated that they couldn't accept that he'd changed. "I'm trying to explain I'm not that person anymore!" He shouted, failing to keep his anger hidden. He began to step forward, but stopped as Sokka brandished his boomerang.

"Either you leave, or we attack!" Sokka warned.

"If you won't accept me as a friend," Zuko said dejectedly as he dropped to his knees, "maybe you'll take me as your prisoner."

Sokka took a glance at Katara. Her eyes narrowed, her patience was obviously all but depleted. As her hand poised at her water pouch, ready to attack, Sokka reach out and touched her arm. "Not so fast, Katara," he whispered. "Maybe we should--"

"What?!" She looked at her brother in disbelief. As Sokka looked back at Zuko, kneeling, his head bowed and arms presented willingly, a devilish grin spread over his face. He couldn't ignore such an opportunity.

"Alright, Zuko," he said, approaching the fire bender. "You want a chance to prove that you're a nice guy now? Fine, we'll make you our prisoner. But listen up." Zuko looked up at him. "I expect you to obey my EVERY order, the instant I give it, without question. Got it?" Zuko nodded hesitantly. He saw this as an opportunity as well; it may not be pleasant, but he had to somehow prove his earnest desire to be Aang's teacher.

"I won't take any defiance," Sokka continued. "If you resist, you'll be severely punished. Understood?" Again, Zuko nodded. "Alright!" Sokka stood upright and clapped his hands in excitement. "Toph, make sure he stays put for a minute." Toph wasn't sure where Sokka could be going with this, but she did as he asked, bending some earth around Zuko's legs and hands to be sure he couldn't attack. Sokka went for their supplies, hurriedly digging through his things until he found what he was after. He returned with several lengths of rope.

After Toph released him, Sokka began to bind Zuko's wrists. "Sokka," Katara asked in exasperation, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Come on! A chance to humiliate this jerk and make him do whatever we want? He offered himself willingly, why pass it up?"

Katara saw that gleam in his eye, and in spite of herself, she started to like the idea too.

Sokka continued his work, tying rope around Zuko's neck and leaving some slack to make a leash.

Zuko looked at him awkwardly. "Err, is this really necessary, Sok--"

"Silence!!" Sokka shouted. "You will speak only when spoken to, slave!! And you shall address me as Master."

"What about the rest of us?" asked Aang.

"Oh yeah, that goes for them, too," Sokka said casually. "But then, you won't be doing much talking," he thought out loud. "So why don't we just..." He took some more rope and put it in Zuko's mouth, tying it behind his head to make a gag. Zuko's face turned red as he wondered what he was getting himself into.

"I don't know," Toph said nervously. "Even if you tie him up, can't he still fire bend? He might attack us."

"Hmm, maybe." Sokka rubbed his chin, looking at the still-kneeling Zuko. An idea struck, and he tied a sash around Zuko's eyes as a blindfold. "Not perfect," he said, "but at least it'll make it harder for him to attack when he can't see us." Sokka grabbed the makeshift leash and tugged as he headed back for camp. "Hurry up, slave!" Zuko stumbled to his feet and followed obediently, but clumsily.

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Later that evening, as they sat around the campfire, Sokka removed Zuko's blindfold long enough to order him to prepare the tea. Katara grinned; she hadn't taken long to get on board with this plan. Part of her was taking grim pleasure in seeing the cocky prince reduced to such humiliation. Toph, of course, had grown up surrounded by servants, and despite her decided rejection of her wealthy upbringing, she didn't mind being waited on. Aang, on the other hand, ever the voice of morality, was conflicted, but had yet to voice it.

Zuko served each of them their tea, struggling not to spill any. He got to Katara last. She took a sip and made a face. "You call this tea?" she scoffed. "Terrible!" With a deliberately snobby flair, she splashed her tea on Zuko's clothes. It wasn't hot enough to burn him, but a mean-spirited gesture still. Sokka and Toph chuckled.

"Yeah, it's pretty sucky," Sokka agreed with a smile. As Zuko passed him, Sokka planted a rough slap on his backside. "Make it again!!"

Zuko's face burned in a combination of rage and embarassment, but he brewed another kettle. He cursed the spirits that he'd never had his uncle's knack for making tea.

Aang furrowed his brow. "Sokka," he said firmly. "I don't think I like this. Zuko may be our enemy, but we shouldn't treat him this way!"

"Are you serious?" Sokka sighed. "Come on, think of all the crap he's done to you! He's a thug! You can't really have pity for him."

"The monks taught me that--"

"Yeah yeah," Sokka interrupted. "All life is sacred, I know. Look, we're not doing anything to hurt him, okay?"

This seemed to stop his protesting. Sokka knew that even Aang couldn't be without a dark side, like the rest of them.

As Zuko served the next batch of tea, this time slightly more palatable, there was a sudden loud groaning noise. The group realized it was Zuko's stomach and laughed. "Oh right," Toph said. "We all ate, but we forgot about Zuko."

"I guess we do have to feed him," Katara said.

"You're right." Sokka looked into the cooking pot that had contained Katara's stew. Not much remained, but it would suffice. He removed Zuko's gag and poured what was left of the food in a bowl and put it before Zuko, without a spoon. With his bound hands, Zuko awkwardly picked it up and brought it to his mouth.

"No no," Sokka snatched the bowl away and put it back on the ground where it was before. "Eat like a doggie." Too hungry to argue, Zuko leaned down to eat, but was stopped when he felt a hand roughly grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back up. "Hey! Are you even going to thank me, ungrateful slave?!"

"Ow ow ow ow--!! Y-yes, thank you! Thank you, Master!"

"Hey, I was the one who cooked it!" Katara said.

Zuko bowed in her direction. "Thank you, Mistress Katara."

"Oooh, Mistress Katara," she repeated. "I like it."

Demeaning as it was, Zuko ate in the way he was ordered to; like a dog.

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Toph bent some earth onto the fire to put it out when it became bedtime. "Hey, what should we do about Zuko?" She inquired. "I think it'd be too mean to make him sleep outside."

"Plus he might try to run away," Sokka said. "I guess we can find him a room." Pulling him by his leash, he lead the re-gagged and re-blindfolded Zuko into the temple to find an empty room for him. He found one and made the bed reasonably comfortable, then gently pushed Zuko to lay on it. But of course, he couldn't leave him there as he was. With some more rope, he securely tied Zuko's arms behind his back, tied his legs together, and all but immobilized him.

Sokka was about to wish him good night and leave, but he stopped. He observed the prince's form on the bed. Prone. Utterly defenseless. He raked his eyes up and down the fit body, ropes pulled tightly all around. He felt himself getting hard.

The urge to touch his helpless slave was almost overwhelming. Still blind, Zuko couldn't see him standing there staring, but he could sense that Sokka hadn't yet left the room. For the first time, Sokka and Zuko were alone. Well, not entirely, the others were just a few rooms away....but still, Sokka couldn't help himself.

He gently rested one knee on the mattress beside Zuko. One hand felt in between his slave's legs. Zuko's entire body tensed instantly at the touch, and he began to squirm and make noises of protest. Sokka shushed him. "Don't forget what I said about resisting me," Sokka whispered.

Zuko quieted reluctantly. His heart pounded in his chest. He really HADN'T known was he was getting into. He shivered as the hand continued to grope him. His pants were then pulled down just enough to expose his cock, which Sokka continued stroking until it became hard. He felt the weight shift as Sokka got on top of him. He felt something press against him, which he realized was Sokka's sizeable erection. Taking both of their cocks in one hand, Sokka started pumping them together.

Zuko had never wanted to escape as badly as he did right now, and the knowledge that he could do nothing to fight back weighed on him heavier than if Appa were sitting on top of him. And at the same time, the pure physical pleasure of the water tribe boy's touch was starting to build. Zuko squirmed and moaned. He felt his body become increasingly hot.

Sokka stopped what he was doing as an even better idea hit him. He pulled out Zuko's gag. "Sokka, please--"

"Shhh! Quiet!" Sokka moved his body up towards Zuko's face. Before his slave could figure out what he was about to do, Sokka put his cock in Zuko's mouth. Again Zuko made displeased noises and struggled, but Sokka held his head firmly in place. He moved in and out of Zuko's mouth. It wasn't as nice as he'd expected; forcing a blow job from someone who didn't want to give it wasn't so easy. But it was still pleasurable, and certainly didn't involve as much tooth-scraping as it could have. Sokka didn't keep at it for long; he was so turned on he didn't think he could last a lot longer, and he'd gotten another idea.

He pulled out of Zuko's mouth, got up and stood next to the bed. With his left hand, he held Zuko's head where he wanted it, and with his right, beat off furiously. Even without being able to see, Zuko could figure out what was coming. He heard some heavy breathing, a few moans, and finally a shuddering but restrained sound of pleasure. Sokka came, letting his cum spray Zuko's face. The fire bender could say nothing. He kept his mouth clamped shut, only able to fume quietly in disgust.

Sokka quickly righted Zuko's pants and cleaned the mess from his face, so no one could tell anything had happened. He put Zuko's gag back in his mouth. "Don't even think about telling anyone," Sokka warned, before leaving and retreating to his own sleeping quarters. He so wished he could do more, but it would have to wait. The others would have to leave sooner or later.