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The moon's light shone down on the beach. On the soft sand, the quiet figure of the walrus-like Zudomon rested, his body covered in the dried cum from his earlier session. His chest heaved upwards along his gentle breathing, unaware of the world around him.

In such a deep slumber he couldn't notice... That shadow that swiftly moved around him, mixing with the night. It shot upward and all of its weight fell down on Zudomon, who jumped awake as the crushing pain travelled through his body. He couldn't even scream due to the lack of air in his lungs.

But the shadow didn't stop there. It grabbed Zudomon's arm and threw the confused walrus at the same rock he had been admiring moments before. Sharp pain shot up Zudomon's back and the rock cracked behind him. As he fell to the ground, consciousness slipping away, he caught a glimpse of what seemed like armored black scales.

Heavy footsteps echoed across the empty hallway. White walls illuminated by the lights on the ceiling; far too clean to be the kind of place you would take kidnapping victims. Or at least that's what BlackWarGreymon thought.

The black-scaled dragonman walked tall; the armor covering his body only accentuated his muscular physique, making him exude an air of masculine strength. The helmet also covered his head, leaving only the stern-looking eyes and short blonde hair exposed.

"Um..." BlackWarGreymon stopped and turned towards the naked Zudomon. It had been a while since the walrus had woken up, but he had said nothing until now. He had just silently raised his arms to the cuffs and chain that BlackWarGreymon was currently pulling him by. "W-Will you tell me what's going on?"

BlackWarGreymon sighed. "As per my master's orders, you have been cautiously observed, and have shown certain qualities that my master finds attractive. As such, you've been brought here to serve under him," he said in a cold, bored tone, as if reading it from a script for the millionth time.

"I don't... understand..." the look on Zudomon face was strange to the dragon; instead of the fear he had grown used to, there was confusion. "Who is this master?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Come," BlackWarGreymon pulled the restraints through a final door, leading the walrus-like Digimon outside.

They were greeted by a rush of warm steam and the rocky layout of an outdoors hot spring. The light of the moon reflected on the clear surface of the water and the air was heavy with the scent of-

"This..." Zudomon whispered before taking a deep breath. BlackWarGreymon knew why he was doing this, what had caught his attention, but decided to not interrupt with an explanation just yet, letting him enjoy and watching as his chest puffed forward as it filled with air. "This smell..."

"For many years now, several men have bathed and released their seed here," BlackWarGreymon kept his monotonous tour. "Their essence exists within these waters as its scent and flavor. As per my master's orders, you shall bathe here in preparation and release your own seed so that it may join that of the men before you"

"W-What...?" Zudomon stuttered as the restraints were taken off his wrists, rubbing them gently.

"Clean yourself up and then jerk off," the dragonman said dryly, heading for the door and leaving the walrus alone.

Zudomon may have said something else, but he didn't want to hear it. He just shut the door close behind him and leaned against the wall, grinding his teeth in anger and shame. He had already lost count of how many men he had brought to this place, how many times he had given the same speech-

He banged his head against the wall. He couldn't allow himself to regret; he didn't deserve it...

Instead he walked down the hallway, towards a set of stairs the led to the room where his master would be waiting. He always dreaded the moment he would have to meet with such foul creature, but it wasn't like he had any choice.

"I have brought him, just as you wished for..." BlackWarGreymon said, kneeling to a robed figure. The demon turned around, the large bat-like wings on its back creating a slight draft that reached the dragon's face; other than a pair of shining yellow eyes, nothing could be seen under the black cloak covering its head, crowned by two thick, white horns.

"I am fully aware of that," Daemon said in a deep voice. The demon Digimon was covered by a dark red and white robe, adorned with gold embroidery, hiding all but the tip of his clawed fingers. The whole image called to mind the image of a holy priest, which BlackWarGreymon always considered a sadistic irony from him. "You have brought a rather interesting specimen," Daemon turned back to the window from which he had a clear view of the moonlit spring. "Quick to adapt"

Curious at that final statement, BlackWarGreymon raised his head. From his position he could see Zudomon, lying in the water, one hand washing his prominent chest as the other rubbed his throbbing erection. His face contorted with pleasure as he stopped the attention on his pecs, cupping his hand to carry the water to his mouth, barely swallowing any as the rest fell off his body.

Soft moans left his throat as he, as BlackWarGreymon deduced, was taken by the powerful taste of the liquid, and the thick member he had been caressing gave in, releasing several ropes of thick cum, each one growing in quantity as his moaning grew in intensity, falling to the water where they would be lost forever.

"Exquisite"

BlackWarGreymon came out of his stupor when he heard Daemon's voice. He let out a small sigh; he didn't know how long that had been pressing against his chest, nor when a certain other member had started pressing against his thighs.

"Exquisite indeed," Daemon breathed heavily, most likely as turned on as he was. "Such quality... His will definitely be a delight to savor during my more... Stimulating nights"

BlackWarGreymon scowled, half at the crude perversion of his master, half at himself for having a similar train of thought. And despite belittling himself about it, he couldn't stop looking at the walrus Digimon as he used the water to clean the semen clinging to his chest.

"He needs to be trained, though," Daemon concluded, turning around to face the dragon. "I believe you, of all people, should be up to the task, correct, Black-War-Grey-mon?"

BlackWarGreymon hesitated. There was no way he would take part in Daemon's activities... Was what he wanted to say. But the undeniable truth was that he was already part of that dark world, and it wasn't in his best interest to defy his master's orders.

"So...?"

"Of course I'll do it," he replied. "If you order me too, I'll do it, Lord Daemon"

"It's good that you know your place," Daemon turned back to the window. "Now leave. Make sure he's ready in three days"

"As you wish, my liege," BlackWarGreymon said, standing up, relieved to leave the room and the demon's presence.

Zudomon was led down a hall. Unlike before, this one was dark and lushly decorated, exuding a mansion-like air. His hammer, his shell and the leather straps he used to wear had been taken away from him. He was naked and ashamed; he felt cold and violated, but he didn't feel scared. No, he had already accepted that the worst could happen.

Rather ironically, the one thing he wasn't prepared for happened: The guards leading him opened a black door and tossed him into a fairly illuminated black bedroom before closing the door behind him.

Surprised, Zudomon stood in the middle of the room. Other than a small wooden cabinet to the side and a pair of doors in the back, most likely a closet, the black walls were simple and empty. Instead, Zudomon's attention was drawn to a large window, reaching all the way to the ceiling, and to the dark sky outside.

The moon, that old friend of his who had looked over him for years, was not as he remembered. This moon was blue, and the light it gave was soft and cold. He felt the nostalgia the large satellite he was used too made him feel, but at the same time felt alienated from this new moon.

"It's strange, right?" Zudomon turned around. Next to him, on the side of the room he still hadn't seen, was a large bed with black satin sheets. And lying on that bed was the same dragon-like figure that had brought him in.

BlackWarGreymon looked at him from the bed, his face lighting with every breath he took of his cigar. He was only wearing a pair of tight leather pants and a tuft of blonde hair contrasted with the black scales on his exposed chest.

"The moon, I mean," he said, putting off his cigar on an ashtray next to the bed. "The sun never comes up here. It's always that weird moon"

"Where is... 'here'?" Zudomon asked.

"The Dark Area," BlackWarGreymon got up, walking up to him. "You were brought here to be-"

"A sex slave, right?" BlackWarGreymon didn't reply for a moment.

"You're quite perceptive..." he rested a hand on Zudomon's chest, but the walrus quickly took a step back. BlackWarGreymon flinched slightly. "Um... Lord Daemon tasked me with prepping you"

"Straight to business, I see"

"Don't be like that," BlackWarGreymon's voice suddenly felt softer. "You get a toy for Daemon or you become the toy; that's how it is. And I don't wanna go there again"

At that moment the dragonman turned around. And Zudomon saw them. Countless scars lining up his back, some so long and deep that they seemed like they would open back at any moment. Zudomon raised an arm, his fingers barely touching the black scales, and BlackWarGreymon still winced.

"This will happen to me...?" he asked, unshaken.

"Yes... In the end I'm selfishly protecting myself"

"No. I understand," Zudomon replied. As true as his words were, there was a hint of contained venom in them. "Besides, as long as I'm here I should do my best to get on Daemon's good side, right?"

BlackWarGreymon turned around, but swallowed his words in shame. The two of them looked at the floor, silent, surrounded by the blue light of the moon and the strong smell of tobacco the cigar had left permeating the room.

"He said..." BlackWarGreymon started, struggling to find the appropriate words. "Daemon said we had three days. If you're not up to his standards, he..." he couldn't finish the sentence.

Zudomon's shoulders slumped as he walked past the dragon, getting on the bed, kneeling on the soft sheets and waiting. He didn't need more; from the very beginning he was aware of what the next step was.

BlackWarGreymon leaned on the bed, gesturing for Zudomon to raise his arms and tightly tying them to a pair of silk cloths hanging from the ceiling. He left Zudomon's side to go to the closet and came back with a red gag ball.

"Open up," Zudomon reluctantly did as he said and the object was pressed against his lips. "Now, Daemon likes it when they scream. I'm gonna put this on you so we don't make too much noise, but he'll want you to let it all out. Don't hold back, ok?" he finished strapping the object on the back of his neck and whispered in his ear. "Don't be a hero"

Once again, the dragon got off the bed. Zudomon could feel a shiver travelling up his spine, perhaps in anticipation. He heard some sort of whistling and snapping and his eyes shot open as he came to realization of what was about to happen.

"Daemon is a full-blown, boundless sadist," BlackWarGreymon said, snapping the whip in his hands again. "The one he'll use against you will probably be shorter; it might hurt more..." and with that he snapped the whip at Zudomon.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!"

That was Zudomon's muffled scream. The whip hit his skin, leaving a bright red wound that made him scream in agony as it the burning pain in his back was forever etched in his brain. BlackWarGreymon gritted his teeth in response to the sound, trembling in anger and fear, but tightened his hold on the whip's handle and breathed in to calm himself down.

A second snap and Zudomon's mind flared with pain, already pulling at his bindings in a desperate attempt to release himself. A third snap and tears started flowing out of his eyes, already dreading the next strike; cold sweat started dripping down his back and chest, some droplets already falling to the bed. A fourth snap and he felt a pressure in his crotch as his cock slowly came to life, hardening at the whipping.

After the fifth snap the pain drowned Zudomon's mind and he simply stopped counting. Hit after hit, his back kept stinging and his body kept sweating in fear. His member hard at the sexual implication rather than actual arousal twitched every time that sickening sound whistled through the air. Every hit meant his eyes would shut close, his throat would grow sore from screaming and his hands would scratch at the silk cloths, the bindings now becoming an anchor for his sanity.

BlackWarGreymon whipped him one last time and stopped, his breathing rushed and shaky. Painful moans came out of Zudomon's mouth, kept down by the gag ball. Tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with the sweat covering his whole body, making him feel a disgusting sort of cold. His back burned, however, and the pain still made him tremble.

"Ok..." BlackWarGreymon said. "I think that's enough whipping to start," he sat on the bed, giving his back to Zudomon, unable to confront him. He looked down at the floor, at his own pants; at the bulge that at some point had formed in them. When did that happen? How did this, of all things, turned him on?

"Mmm..."

"What?" BlackWarGreymon turned around at Zudomon's grunt. The sight of his scalding red back caused a slight twitch on his pants, which was felt this time. BlackWarGreymon swallowed and got up, looking straight at the walrus' back.

"Mmm..." Zudomon kept grunting, slowly moving- audibly wincing with each move -to lean forward just enough for his ass to stand up. His hole, seemingly tight and inviting called upon BlackWarGreymon.

"You... You want me to keep going...?" he asked. Zudomon nodded. BlackWarGreymon bit his lip, his gaze shifting between the tight pucker and the reddened back, unsure what turned him on the most. A finger unconsciously rubbed his package through the pants and he silently moaned at the touch. "What's wrong with me?" he wondered as he unzipped his pants and took out his thick black meat, throbbing in anticipation.

He slowly stroked it from base to head, getting dizzy from the arousal. His pants dropped on the floor and now completely naked he jumped on the bed, reaching to touch Zudomon's back. The walrus-like Digimon cried in pain and instinctively jerked away from the hand, but that only made BlackWarGreymon's cock jump excitedly. Unamused, he noticed there was no precum; his cock was dry and he had no form of lube. But that was good too.

"Daemon will have no mercy at all"

Without warning or concern, BlackWarGreymon rammed his dry erection all the way inside Zudomon's tight hole, tearing him open to make way and making scream out in more agony. Zudomon's teeth sank hard on the gag ball as his wide open eyes teared up and his toes curled from the pain.

The dragon didn't stop and instead of giving Zudomon time to breath he started fucking his ass, ramming his length over and over again, up to the hilt every time, getting more muffled yells from the walrus, which in turn only enticed him into continuing. The sickening regret BlackWarGreymon felt at this newfound interest was widely eclipsed by the sheer sexual drive the screams produced in him.

And then he did the unthinkable. He grabbed Zudomon's pecs from the back, squeezing them and pressed himself against his back; against the red welts his whipping had caused. The shot of pain that surged into Zudomon was unbelievable and his claws pierced through the fabric binding him to the ceiling as his teeth got stuck on the rubber ball silencing him.

"I..." BlackWarGreymon weakly started, but couldn't bring himself to finish, not out of guilt but of the daze his mind was in due to his libido. Instead he went for action and pressed his own claws against the walrus' chest, piercing his skin and causing more painful grunts. His hands drifted down, opening new wounds on the other Digimon's abs, easily sliding thanks to his sweat. BlackWarGreymon breathed in, trying his best to calm down and continue his explanation. "These are... pretty superficial wounds that won't leave scars... But Daemon will go deeper... You have to be ready..."

"Mmm! Mmm!" Zudomon shook his head. He was scared. Terrified. But Daemon wouldn't care, and for both their sakes neither could BlackWarGreymon.

"I'm so sorry," he said and instead kept pounding Zudomon, only now gushing some pre to help him in, even though the damage was already done. His hands clawed back up, making new wounds, some even up to the walrus' neck. One hand went back down, puncturing the chest again while the other fell lower, harshly squeezing Zudomon's hard cock, making him cry out louder. "This is..." BlackWarGreymon stopped for a second, trying to remember just exactly what it was that Daemon did this for.

The answer was nothing. Daemon never squeezed any length. This particular action was BlackWarGreymon's and BlackWarGreymon's only.

"I-"

"MMM!!!"

BlackWarGreymon shut his eyes closed and just started jerking Zudomon off, never softening his grip, never slowing down his fucking or never backing away from the gases he had caused him. He made him suffer more and more, not because he wanted him to survive against Daemon, but because he was actually enjoying it; and he was enjoying it too much to remember he was disgusted by it before. Instead BlackWarGreymon had become a sexual beast, only looking for his own pleasure. The body before him was nothing more than a tool and he had no reason to care for it.

At this point he was a sadist.

Zudomon's body trembled and he let out one last loud, yet weak scream as his cock pulsed and jerked with each thick rope of digital cum that came flying out of it, falling on the sheets, all the way to the pillows and even on BlackWarGreymon's hand. The dragon's own cock flared up inside Zudomon, coating his insides with his white cream as he too screamed in victory and fulfillment, his hands squeezing harder one last time before letting go.

BlackWarGreymon took his cock out and fell back on the bed, exhausted. His mind slowly cleared up and he came to the realization of all he had done just now. At what point he had become a sadist he didn't know; perhaps staying in this castle for so long, in such close proximity to Daemon and his underlings had made him one, but that wasn't the case. The thing that worried him was how little he cared; how quickly he accepted it. How he didn't feel any regret after hurting someone else so bad.

That's when he remembered Zudomon. He got up from the bed to the image of the walrus Digimon's back, hunched forward in pain, his breathing erratic. A small tinge of regret started getting to him now that it was all in front of him, but he kept telling himself it was necessary.

"You came too soon..." he said, trying his best to remain in a business-like demeanor. "Daemon will put you through intense edging, so you have to learn how to keep it in. Otherwise you won't stand it and you'll have a stroke before he's done with you," he reached forward, intending to take off the gag from Zudomon, but he jerked away desperately from his hand. The regret hit BlackWarGreymon even harder and he sat on the edge on the bed, giving his back to Zudomon again. "L-Let's take... f-five minutes or something..."

And then there was Zudomon, still bound, still in pain, still full of sweat and blood and tears. He was scared, hurt and alone. But he was also aware of his fate. This was all there was to it now, and he accepted it, ready to silently endure this pain until the end.