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They got bored of him.
They got bored, or they finally ran out of methods to torture him.
Majima hasn't been visited in the hole for a few days. It was the biggest break between each torture session yet. His body started to heal the deep wounds and bruises as he was enjoying a few consecutive days of peace. As much as his body was appreciating the much-needed rest, his mind surely wasn't. The routine of getting beat up and having his body reduced to a meat bag was awful, but at least it was predictable. It was a pattern he could get used to. But now he hasn't seen anyone in days.
He was left half naked, tied to the concrete wall. His body felt woozy from not changing position, not to mention he hadn't been fed in a few days. His stomach was cramping, and his throat was dry, which led him to try to lick condensation off the walls. They also didn't untie him to let him use the toilet. At least he didn’t piss himself again. Or at least not yet. Last time he did, after a particularly awful punch to a stomach that also happened to hit the bladder, they threatened to put him in a catheter if he ever did that again. Majima was trying his damn best to avoid that.
All he could do was sleep to kill time, and he was gladly doing so. When he was sleeping his aches and hunger weren’t bothering him as much.
Majima was scared. He was scared they were leaving him to starve here. That would be much worse than if they just killed him in the regular yakuza execution way. He was begging for them to change their mind. Fuck, he would rather them take out his other eye than let him just starve to death!
Majima was really going crazy. Every time he heard the tiniest noise, he prayed it was one of his torturers. He couldn't handle waiting patiently for his body to give up, and one day, his prayers were finally answered. The door opened.
“Ah! I see you are relaxing here.” It was some random yakuza who previously also partook in his torture. Majima raised his head in his direction. He was too malnourished and way too tired to show it, but he really wanted to smile right now. The man was holding a bag with a few things inside it. He took out a water bottle from it before unscrewing it and putting it next to Majima’s lips.
Majima immediately started chugging the water, trying to get that painful scratch in his throat to go away. He was left dissatisfied as the water ran out way too quickly. Feeling still desperate, he started licking his lips, trying to get the remaining moisture off them.
The man before him laughed at him. At this little show, he was putting in front of him. He was acting like a dog who couldn't control his tongue licking all over his snout.
But he knew he was here to begin a completely different performance,
“I have a gift for you! I know you’d rather want food, but this will make you much more happy!” Man laughed in Majima’s face.
It didn't scare him. He didn't know what he was about to do to him, but he truly wasn't scared. They already did everything they could think of to his body. He wasn’t scared of torture.
The man took something else out of the bag. He grabbed Majima's limp hand and started to touch his forearm. Slowly and delicately. Almost as if with kindness. It made Majima forget where he was - he hadn't been touched like that in a few months. He closed his eyes as memories of better times flooded his mind.
Majima wasn’t paying attention when he felt a stab in his arm. But it wasn’t a knife or a dagger. It was a syringe. His eyes opened immediately, expecting to see something gruesome, but instead, he saw the man pressing down on the syringe's pump. He knew he couldn’t do anything about it now. Whatever they just injected was already spreading around his body in the rhythm of his beating heart. And after a few seconds, he didn’t care.
He felt a certain warmth spreading under his skin. Slowly wrapping his every digit, his every limb, and his every muscle. It felt like something was growing inside his veins. Something warm, happy, and familiar. His eyes became droopy, and his body felt like jelly. Oh, he felt so nice! Any of the past wounds and bruises were melting off his skin, leaving only healthy skin behind. The air was getting in and outside his body much less frequently. And he simply didn’t care about anything anymore.
He didn’t care what it was that made him feel so at peace. He didn’t care that he was still stuck in this prison and probably would be tortured even further now. For the first time in months, he truly felt safe. No amount of additional torture could make this feeling of pure bliss go away.
For the next few days or maybe weeks or even months, someone came into the hole every day to inject Majima with the same substance before taking care of his basic needs. Every single time, he was loving this euphoric feeling. He reminisced about better times and better people and was completely out of it as he remained in half awake state.
The lack of care for any human needs Majima expressed while under the influence ultimately forced his captors to install the catheter on him, with how often he started peeing himself during his highs. Majima only noticed when he sobered for once. His usually damp urine-soaked pants were dry.
Days were merging together as Majima spent most of them nodding off.
But suddenly, his doses stopped coming. Once again, he was left alone for a few days with no one coming to take care of him.
The reality hit him like a brick. Majima quickly became feeling sick. He was sweating like crazy. All his muscles were aching, not to mention constant nausea and vomiting. Suddenly, the position he was in for weeks became uncomfortable again as he would do anything to be able to lay on the floor. He tried his best to tilt his head towards the floor, but every single time, without fail, he ended up vomiting on himself instead of the floor, sometimes gagging on the puke as it blocked his airways. His whole skin felt itchy as if he was infested with lice. His nose was constantly running, and since he couldn’t wipe it, the snot just ran down his face to his chest and then to his pants, making a disgusting mess of fluids on his body and the floor.
He started to wonder if he got a cold. Then flu, then food poisoning, then some weird case of pneumonia, but ultimately, he was sure they just poisoned him. The thought this was a withdrawal wasn't even close to appearing in his mind yet. Honestly, through the whole course of his getting forcibly addicted, Majima didn’t take into account that the thing they were injecting him was a drug. It seemed too nice of them to willingly make him feel better with something to numb the pain. He was sure it was some acid or toxin that was about to eat him out from the inside, and since his highs made it impossible to think rationally, he never abandoned that belief. Even now, when he was feeling so ill and trying not to vomit, he just thought the poison finally caught up to him. He was too sick to wonder if that sounded any bit rational.
Instead of the days merging, every single minute was deeply making itself aware in Majima’s mind and body. Every single hour of this agony felt like an eternity, and he couldn’t even sleep this sickness away.
He thought that was the end of him. He thought he was dying. It had to be the end because he would do anything to feel better.
Finally, an occasion struck, but it was only Majima’s choice how far he would go.
The familiar man entered the room. Majima’s head popped up as he heard the noise of an opening door.
“How is my favorite druggie doing?” The same voice he heard at the beginning of all of this rang inside Majima’s head.
Druggie? He had never done drugs before. What was he talking about? – ran through Majima’s head, mostly screamed over by the thoughts of how bad he felt.
The man came close to him and started untying him. The limp, aching body hit the ground with a loud thud as Majima squirmed on the floor. It was cold and felt nice against his hot, sweaty skin.
“I see you are sick. Well, I have something to help with that!” The man laughed in some animalistic howling way, making Majima's head explode. He put his tired arms up, trying to cover his ears. He closed his eyes shut as every second was making it worse.
He didn’t notice the man unbuckle his pants before pulling his dick out. He stroked it, looking at the display of a broken man under him. This was fun! And to think it only took a few days and some money to completely destroy him. They should’ve started pumping him full of substances earlier.
“Hey, Majima look up! This will make you feel better!” He shouted at him. Majima opened his eye slightly, but when faced with the hardening dick above him, he tried to somehow wiggle away. The man grasped Majima’s hair before pulling him up by them to the eye level of his length. As Majima kept trying to trash away – much weakly due to his state, he watched the man get some tiny bag out of his pocket. It was filled with not entirely white powder. The man opened up the baggie before putting the powder on his dick in a sort of line. Majima was beyond confused, but he didn’t stop thrashing around, making some of the powder drip down on the ground.
“Now Majima, if you want to feel better, you know what to do! It’s the same thing, you just have to put in the work yourself this time.”
Majima looked up at him with disgust. He wasn’t about to do anything, and he would rather die. He bit down on his lip, sometimes jerking, trying to itch various parts of his body while still sweating profusely. Both men just stared at each other for a few minutes until the one standing sighed.
“I see you still don’t get it. That shit really ate away at your brain. Though I wouldn't be surprised If you were such an idiot, naturally.”
He took some of the powder of his slowly going soft dick on two of his fingers. Majima bit down on his lips even harder, expecting him to try to make him eat it, but something completely different happened. The man stuck both of his fingers up Majima’s noseholes. Majima, surprised, tried to get away and get his fingers out his nose, but the struggle didn’t do anything. After a minute of fighting, Majima unintentionally inhaled through his nose and at the same time, sniffed the powder.
The man let him go as Majima hit the floor behind him. He held onto his nose as somewhat of pain radiated through it up his forehead. But after a few minutes of rolling on the floor, that pain started disappearing as the familiar blissful feeling of relaxation once again spread on his body. But It wasn’t enough. It was just a quarter of what he usually felt. His body was still itchy and sweating. His head popped up from the floor as he saw the man massaging the underside of his dick with the rest of the powder on top of it. But even now, Majima wouldn’t put his face near that thing.
Instead, he threw himself on the ground and started scopping the powder that landed on the ground due to their struggle and trying his best to sniff it up. It was mostly dirt he was inhaling as he could feel the bigger chunks of gravel go through his nose. He knew that was still not enough as this half-assed feeling was even worse than being completely sober. He couldn't stand this. He needed the full regular thing.
He continued to itch at his arms and almost mindlessly crawled to the man who was smiling, showing rows of his white teeth. Majima fell right into his trap.
Mindlessly, Majima put his face close to the man’s length. If he does it, he will be so euphoric he will forget about all of this in a few minutes. He tried to snort it off without his nose touching the man’s dick, but it proved to be useless. He already humiliated himself like that! It would be even worse if he did all this just to not be satisfied!
He put his nose on the tip before dragging it against the length while snorting the substance. It was a little damp and smelled awfully like sweat and precum, but Majima wasn’t bothered by that right now.
He leaned back on the floor as he felt the substance slowly work down his body. He felt his symptoms melting away with his body into the concrete under him. This was amazing. He smiled to himself, as he closed his eyes and warmth wrapped around his body. It felt like home. Nothing mattered to him. Not even the man standing above him.
He kicked Majima with his feet, not with much strength, just to check if he was still conscious. He didn't appear to as he completely ignored it plastered on the floor. Well, unconscious whore's weren't really his thing, but he could still try it.
He kneeled next to Majima and grabbed his hair. They were getting nice and long down here, though due to lack of hygiene, they were greasy and awful smelling, but they still made him look more like a woman.
He pulled on them, raising Majima's head up and then down on his lap. His dick was still hard and leaking when he positioned Majima's lips on it. First, he just pulled on his head, making him run them up and down his whole length. He laughed, seeing this degraded Yakuza, completely unaware of someone forcing him to make out with a dick. He was just smiling with his closed eyes as the man rubbed his precum all over his cheeks and lips.
"Smell it." He ordered before running his dick under Majima's nose laughing at his own joke.
He knew the initial best feeling only lasted a few minutes, so he had to hurry up before he got some control of his body. At least enough to be able to bite his dick.
The man put his thumb on Majima's lips and spread them open, being wary of his teeth. He scoffed as the stink of his mouth reached him. It smelled awful, and the man thought his teeth must be rotting. Well, he didn't brush his teeth in a few months.
He decided to ignore it. Smelly breath probably never stopped anyone from fucking someone's throat before. He positioned the tip of his dick at his lips before slowly pushing in, making his jaw open. When he got past his mouth and started reaching the back of it, he pushed harder and faster, opening up his throat. Majima remained still, mostly unaware as he coughed and gagged.
He was conscious enough to realize something had been forced down his throat and was choking him but not aware enough to realize someone was raping his face.
The man slapped Majima's face as he kept his dick deep inside for a few seconds enjoying the convulsing warmth wrapping around him. He really wanted to piss in here, but he didn't want to risk him vomiting or straight-up suffocating, though the idea of his pee ending up in his guts made him more than excited. Whatever, another day. Not like he was getting out of here any day soon.
He started moving his head in long fast strokes by pulling at his hair, basically fucking his mouth. Majima was letting out many varying lewd noises, from gargling to gaging, as he quite easily took the man.
"Bet you used to do it often." The man spat out, continuing to please himself with his warm mouth. He wondered if anyone else decided to also do this to Majima down here. He didn't hear about anything like this, but with how pretty this boy was, there surely had to be few cases. After all, who would say no to a hole like him?
If he only had more time, he would rape his ass. If his throat was already feeling like it was burning him, his guts must be only better. But he knew Majima was about to start getting back to his senses. Not entirely. He would still be high for a few hours but would be aware enough to see what was happening. And this is not what the man wanted. He was planning to turn Majima into a willing whore rather than just a victim. This was just a bit of a taste test.
As he imagined all the things he will be able to do to him now, when he was finally hooked on, he continued to fuck his throat, turning the red walls of it raw. The nasty spit was everywhere as Majima wasn't really in the right mindset to swallow anything. That didn't bother the man to move back from his throat to his mouth and cumming inside it right on his tongue.
After that, he just tugged himself back in his pants. He knew he would have much more fun with him later, but this was just a taste.
As Majima started to slowly get back into his own body he could feel an awful salty taste in his mouth, but he just shrugged it off as a weird aftertaste of vomit. After all, he puked his guts out before this.