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Kinktober 2022
Day 20: Daddy & Mommy | Fucking Machine | Rimming

Title: Man or Machine

Ship: not applicable | Placido/Yusei

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Rating: E

Word Count: 1,151

Warnings: Rape/Non-con

   Yusei groaned as he came to.

   His head pounded. There was a ringing in his ears. He couldn’t see well. It was blurry, at first at least. He tried to move his head, to take stock of his surroundings which were white. So very white but it hurt to even try to move more than just his unfocused eyes. Somewhere in the midst of the droning that was splitting his brain in half, he heard footsteps.

   Someone touched him. Caressed his face, only to grab his chin.

   “Finally awake, Yusei?”

   Yusei gasped as this person’s fingers dug into the flesh of his face. He grit his teeth and squinted through the blur of his disrupted vision. He recognised that voice. He thought he recognised that voice but any attempt to access his recollection was cut short.

   “Wh-What are you doing with me?” Yusei moaned, his words thick and garbled in his throat.

   “Giving you a taste of the despair that I have felt all my life.” 

   Those words - that simple motive - was enough of a shock to Yusei’s system that he was able to remember. Placido. This person was Placido and that realisation helped put more pieces of Placido’s personhood together. His grey hair, his half-clad face.

   Yusei paused with horror. He had lost to Placido but as he tried to claw at the remembering of those events in his duel, again he failed and panic took over. He should have won, he should have-!

   Placido let go of Yusei as he began to thrash. His animalistic, undying will to live kicking in, all instincts as he raged but found himself unable to. His fists bundled, his legs bound. He gnashed his teeth and struggled and in doing so, more and more of what he could see became refined, beyond that clinical white that burned his eyes.

   In his furor and confusion, more of Yusei’s surroundings came more understandable to him as well. He was suspended in an abominable way, like he was strung up on a saltire: his back to that crucifix but it felt hard like plastic rather than wood. In his periphery, he saw that his hands were underneath these large, metallic-looking hoods with a bucket-like shape and they were hot underneath; his feet in similar bondage.

   “When I lost Eurea…” Placido lamented. “I lost everything and now, you, too, have lost your comrades.”

   “N-No, that can’t be right.” Yusei barked at Placido but to Placido, who looked upon him with teary eyed pity, just shook his head.

   “They’re gone, Yusei, and now, to break you in, too, so you can feel the marvellous despair that has haunted me all my life.” Placido was utterly gleeful as he said this, making the most deranged of facial expressions as he bore his teeth and grinned sadistically.

   Placido snapped his fingers and on that cue, the machine that Yusei was attached to came to its most evil life. Between Yusei’s legs, a panel on the floor moved and from it, a device was raised. The device was phallic in shape but not nature as it was covered in spiky nubs, and then it began to buzz and vibrate.

   Yusei’s heart stopped and he yelled, “What are you planning to do with me?”

   “Just like me and my comrades have become one with machines, you as well will integrate with them.” Placido drawled, insane. 

   And so, the device - the dildo - shot upwards. It rocketed through Yusei’s pants and inside of him. He screamed the most blood curdling scream as it penetrated him. He clenched tight but could feel his skin tear and bleed as it fucked him over and over as part of a mechanical arm.

   Placido sighed a most blissful sigh, hugging himself as he listened to the utter melody of Yusei’s pain. Placido shivered in his pleasure as he observed Yusei’s agony. He screamed and yelled over and over as the dildo tore through him and his clothes. Never tiring and seemingly picking up speed. 

   Yusei tried to steel himself for every incoming impact. He tried, he tried so hard but every time, it was more painful than the last and he couldn’t take it. The inhuman nature of the fucking machine and the dildo, it cared not for how it rended and ruined Yusei’s flesh. It pumped in and out of him, his yells and cries of pain becoming wispier with each interaction as he just ran out of air.

   But there was more to it than that. He felt his own cock harden underneath what remained of the tatters of his trousers. His body betraying him from this unwelcome stimulation and he was close just from being abused like this. Every buck of his hips was involuntary as his body tried to thrash against the repetitive impacts of the dildo. Yusei’s eyes began to glaze over as tears dribbled down the side of his face as his mouth gaped. He tried to beg for mercy but Placido simply watched in bliss, in pleasure, with his hand on his cock. 

    He watched with an eager expression, licking his lips, eyes peeled, jacking off to Yusei’s torture. He was still wearing the biker leather from their Riding Duel from before, unzipped and messy, his cock hanging out, hard and throbbing, as he relished all of his punishment unto Yusei. He panted, sleazy, as he savoured how Yusei cried. 

   How he broke.

   His expression of despair as he came against his will was the most sublime deliciousness that Placido had ever witnessed. He came. They both did. A patch of wetness began to develop in Yusei’s crotch and Placido marvelled at it. And so, his own cock spurted with semen and disgusted Yusei.

   Everything about him felt heavy and stretched. He hated it and the machine was still not slowing down even though he was begging every afterlife for it to slow. The feeling of his come in his pants repulsed him, watching Placido come in front of him, getting his seed on the metal beams of the fucking machine repulsed him.

   He just couldn’t take it. He was tired. He was done. He was gone.

   His whole body was exhausted. His spirit was monstrously robbed. He didn’t want to be alive and in the wake of his unwanted orgasm, Yusei was fading out of consciousness again. But he was denied that, both from himself and from the machine which acted as an extension of Placido. 

   Every shudder of his body kept him awake. His eyelids felt heavy but he feared what would happen if he was knocked unconscious again. The machine’s perpetual motion almost a blessing as he couldn’t sleep with that vile dildo continually ploughing in and out of him, its spikes never once lessening with familiarity.

   And Placido could not wait to make more of a machine out of Yusei than what was already inside of him.