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The chariot race began. Weapons were laid out on the track, the first, a large warhammer hanging from a lone column in the middle of the track. Reaching it first was Joseph’s main objective, he cleverly gained a head start by knocking debris under Wamuu’s chariot wheels. The clever boy reached the hammer, all part of his foolproof plan. Wamuu ripping the column free and nearly crushing him with it, not so much. The Force of the strike launched the city slicker from his chariot but he quickly rebounded, landing on Wamuu’s. Joseph still had his hammer so to him all was still going as it should, even in these dire straits. He drew his hidden bottle of oil and coated the hammer in it. Now with his weapon oiled up, he was ready to destroy Wamuu in one felled swoop, with a hamon filled hammer down. In mid-swing, Wamuu appeared from inside the horse, surprising Joseph. Using his Divine Sandstorm, Wamuu sent Joseph whirled into the air, his body cut nearly to shreds. Joseph’s body crashed back onto his chariot, he was downed.
The audience of other vampires, Kars and Lisa Lisa look on. Lisa Lisa hoped that Joseph had some card up his sneaky sleeve but there was began to prepare for the worst. Wamuu made his way to Joseph’s slowing chariot ready to finish the fool for his master. He pauses, feeling that perhaps his Master would enjoy seeing the one of the last hamon warriors who could destroy them humiliated. Besides, Wamuu hated when a fight wasn’t taken serious and that was exactly what Joseph was doing. He let him down. Now filled with rage over a disappointing battle, he stops the horses and pulls Joseph from his chariot. He shows the ragged body off like a trophy, before bowing to Kars.
"Master if it would so please you, I plead to amend tonight's entertainment. For if I found it disappointing then you surely have found this to be displeasing. I beg forgiveness and for the chance to right this wrong."
Looking quite amused, Kars stares at Wamuu wondering what he will do to please everyone in the colosseum. Lisa Lisa had been calling out to her son, hoping that her voice will stir him from his unconscious state. The vampires of the court cheer and laugh uproariously as Wamuu strips Joseph of his pants with ease; the fabric already torn from his previous attack. Wamuu glances down and chuckles to himself that the young man called Jojo wore no undergarments. That made it easy for him, not that he would have mind.
As the chilled air whisked past Joseph, he awoke feeling very exposed. Looking down, he saw himself half nude, only wearing a single boot and his green cropped top. He tries to move, but the pain from the cuts halts his his attempt. Joseph looks up at the hulking mass of Wamuu before him, and laughs nervously.
“That attack really did a number on my clothes… I guess we can’t fight anymore. Not fair if I’m just swinging whilly nilly right?”
Wamuu was not chuckling nor did he even crack a smile at Joseph’s little banter. Instead Joseph’s throat was met with a heavy hand clenching around it; preventing him from using his hamon breathing. Joseph grasps at his arm, tapping it as his lips turn blue. Wamuu moves in close, claiming those lips for his own. It was a harsh kiss, one that felt like Joseph’s lips would be torn like his body was from the Divine Storm. Joseph tries pulling away but the strangling hand kept him in place. This couldn’t be happening, this had to be some horrible nightmare. Joseph reasoned that he must still be training with Caesar and Lisa Lisa.
The boisterous laughter of the vampiric audience pulls him from that delusion, that bit of hope that this could all be something twisted in his mind. He opens his eyes, not remembering he had closed them. Vision hazy, he spots Lisa Lisa, she had turned away from all this, gently holding a silver bottle and shaking.
Wamuu throws Joseph down to the ground, ripping the shirt he wore to slim strips. Vampires came to Wamuu’s aid, binding Joseph with his own torn shirt as well as the bandana he wore for his friend. Wamuu smirked using that as a special bind. Tying the multi colored band around Joseph’s cock. He had respected Caesar as he was a true warrior, but Joseph, he had failed him and now he will use everything he can to humiliate him. A friend’s memory wrapped around his most intimate part while their teacher is forced to watch, a good start to pleasing his master.
Joseph looked amazing to Wamuu; displayed as some delicious edible trophy but why eat what he had gone through the trouble of ‘marrying’. He indeed needs to consummate this marriage with his rival he concludes, pulling his loin cloth off. Joseph’s eyes grow wide as do the surrounding vampires. The ones who had helped Wamuu had scurried off, afraid of what Wamuu was hiding behind that thin cloth.
“There is no way that is gonna fit!”
Joseph croaked out those words, windpipe crushed as it left him breathless just saying those few words. He tries to squirm away but he was tied well and to his broken chariot no less. He had to laugh to himself that he didn’t see this as an outcome. Death maybe but raped in public, no way. He couldn’t let that happen; breathing through his nose, he tried to get strength in his body to do anything to stop this.
Above them, Kars pulls Lisa Lisa into his lap. He forces her to watch every moment of this, whispering to her that if she is lucky she will suffer the same fate as well as a toy for the rest of his minions.
Joseph had glanced up, quickly looking away. Great. Naked and about to be raped in front of his teacher. This was a disgrace, he was a disgrace. No, he couldn’t think that, he can’t let Wamuu win. He can still turn all of this around but right now he was not going to let Wamuu just have “it”. After all it may not be so pleasurable if it looks like he wants it.
Wamuu rests his flaccid cock against Joseph’s face and forces Joseph’s mouth open.
“I know you have no strength to bite down but if you do feel like getting cheeky, I would advise against it.”
Joseph glared at Wamuu, but went along with it. It was difficult to do and hurt his jaw but he managed to use his tongue to work along the bottom vein, trailing his tongue back up to the head. It tasted musky and he hated it but he continued to suck Wamuu off. Eventually he paused his glare to close his eyes and get really into it. He even began to hum around the head to send little vibrations through Wamuu, which made the vampire hum.
A hand gripped his hair harshly, pulling him down to deep throat the thick piece of meat, hurting him greatly. Now his throat stretched to it’s limit and now gagging; Joseph opened his eyes wide. With soft teal blue eyes, clouded over with tears, he begged him to stop and Wamuu obliged.
“Now you understand that you can not play any of your games, Jojo. You will be torn apart very slowly and before many eyes. You should have taken our fight seriously.”
Pulling his now hard cock out, he took pleasure watching as Joseph coughed and drooled. It was a beautiful sight to behold but not beautiful enough. Wamuu had melded a hand into Joseph’s rib, making him gasp in pain. He held it there until Joseph coughed up blood, which mixed with his drool. That was a better look for his beautiful Jojo.
Stroking himself, he glanced down a little disappointed that he wasn’t even leaking. It had figured with it being so long even a little attention would have made him excited enough to get this started.
“You fucker...even this is disappointing you? Nothing can make you happy, huh? Fighting or fucking!”
Wamuu choked him again, Joseph gasped wanting to cry but with his throat fucked raw by that log Wamuu calls a dick, he could barely muscle the effort to breathe. He gasped as tears edged at the corner of his eyes, as Wamuu released his throat.
“You are currently in no position to say a thing to me. I can find pleasure in using you as a toy, unless of course you decide to fight me seriously. I look forward to what you will do, if you will do anything.”
Wamuu leaned over Joseph, kissing at his neck. The sound of the blood flowing in Joseph’s body; being close to his jugular vein, made him shiver. Licking over the main artery in Joseph’s neck, his fangs had grown longer, Wamuu was at his peak of excitement.
The flow of the blood had changed, speeding up and Wamuu knew exactly why, as he began to kiss down to Joseph’s chest. Soft but firm pecs, shuddered underneath Wamuu’s mouth not sure if it was due to Joseph’s crushed windpipe or from him getting excited. Such supple and virgin skin, Joseph had. Even from all his training and battles, his skin was still beautiful and almost untarnished.
Joseph gave a choked cry from the pain as Wamuu's fangs pierced into him, blood oozing out from the puncture wounds. Wamuu lapped it up, grinding himself against Joseph’s crotch for friction. It was with that action that Wamuu felt that the shuddering chest from moments ago was due to excitement, finding that Joseph had grown hard and even twitched against him for attention. With the breaking of Joseph, Wamuu moved his lips away from the wounds he inflicted to Joseph’s now erect nipples. Humans were absolutely delectable with all the blood that rushed through their bodies. Every new spot that pooled with blood, made Wamuu want to tear Joseph apart.
He sucked harshly on the sensitive bud, biting it while a free hand pinched the other.
Joseph had gasped and fought back any moans that threatened to escape his injured throat. Floundering around on the ground, he once again found his fighting instinct, wanting to kick Wamuu away from him. This fight was to save his life, to avenge his dearly departed friend and to save the lives of others. The thrashing around had loosened some of the fabric that held him, using his arms to crawl away. Every bit of movement hurt, along with the dirt entering his small cuts. It was as if a billion paper cuts covered his body and he wanted nothing more than to just be thrown into this pit of fire.
At the corner of his eye, Joseph had spotted his bottle of oil that he used on the hammer earlier. It still had a good amount left over. If he could get it and lather up anything with it, he can charge hamon through it and use it against Wamuu.
As if reading Joseph’s mind, Wamuu had noticed the bottle as well, the glimmer of it caused his eye to twitch as the fire danced on the reflection of the liquid and glass.
As a warrior, Wamuu was not one to kick someone while he was down but in this case he will make an exception. Joseph was sly and he was probably cooking something up in that head of his. Stepping down, Wamuu kept Joseph in place but stepped down a little harder just enough to harm him. It was as if Joseph felt a rib crack and he was sure his ribs weren’t in the best condition from that attack earlier that hurled him into the air and on his chariot. He couldn’t even cry out this time, more like a pained chuckle, still clinging to that faint hope that this could all be some fucked up dream.
Watching Wamuu walk over to the bottle, Joseph coughed. He hated how weak he felt. The feeling that all was lost, no more tricks up his sleeves and giving up seeming to be the best option. Looking up to the sky; fighting back tears, he begged Caesar for forgiveness for having let him down. Closing his eyes he heaved a heavy sigh, groaning from the pain he was in.
Wamuu had come back over to him, lifting him by his hair. Joseph gritted his teeth, dragged away from the chariot, Caesar’s bandana the only fabric remaining tied to him.
With one more trick to his trickster name; Joseph reached his weak arm down, undoing the bandana from around his cock. He flung the taught material out like a whip to grab the oil from Wamuu’s hand. Wamuu’s eyes were alerted by the movement, he quickly grabbed the bandana while still holding the bottle of oil.
Joseph grinned to himself, breathing the best he could; weakened hamon coursing through the fabric. The hamon was just barely burning Wamuu’s hand.
Disappointing; this has all been disappointing to Wamuu as everything just seemed too predictable for him. He pulled Joseph in by the bandana into his arms, then he brought his knee up into Joseph’s gut, knocking the wind completely out of him.
Slumping in Wamuu’s arms, Joseph chuckled in response, all apart of the plan. Reaching his hand out he reached and yanked the oil from Wamuu’s grasp, quickly opening it and letting the oil coat Caesar’s bandana. He whipped the material around Wamuu’s throat. He took a deep breath only to cough and lose his hamon breathing. No, Not now. He tried to catch his breath but couldn’t, his throat burned.
“Was that all, Jojo? I see that you are into binding. Those tatters were poor for you and I apologize. I will get something stronger to hold you in place.”
Wamuu smirked when he saw the broken look in Joseph’s eyes. Now all hope was lost and he was broken before both their masters. The hulk of a man, grabbed Joseph by the throat to continue breaking him. He walked toward Kars and Lisa Lisa,Joseph’s body slumped in his hand. Kars had been comfortably sitting; enjoying a glass of wine while he had Lisa Lisa in his lap. She seemed to have been broken herself, lips moving ‘Jojo’ but no sound coming out.
Wamuu bowed to Kars and walked by him to their quarters.
Silence. No more cheers from crowds of vampires. No galloping vampiric horses and no crackling fire. It was dark and cold. With Joseph opening his eyes, he glanced around wondering where he was now. He was on a bed, bound to it with heavy chains and a metal collar around his neck. It prevented him from trying to breathe properly but just enough so that he couldn’t pass out. Surveying his surroundings, he noticed a sliver of light. A small fire, being fed wood to awaken and grow, the small crackling being the only sound in… wherever he was.
The smell; aside from the fire, was musky and heavy. It reminded him of Wamuu, which made him sick.
“Awake now? It appears you have gotten cold. I was disappointed to see that you had lost your erection when you passed out. You were still hard when you pulled your last trick. Even I was excited for what you were going to do.”
Standing up, Wamuu walked over to Joseph who had began to try to bundle up in a corner. Wamuu had shushed him, pulling him out from what Joseph could consider his protective ball.
“You lost, Jojo. Accept your fate.”
Joseph felt his arms go limp, his whole body numb. Wamuu’s arms enveloped him, his body heat warming Joseph. The musky scent didn’t bother Joseph so much now, the feeling of nausea ebbing away into something different. Joseph reached his arms up, the chains loose enough to allow him to hold Wamuu back. It was nice to have a hug right now. He needed it and he wanted to cry that he failed so many people but this hug took that sting away from him. That this was going to be alright. If he wasn’t killed right now, he’ll die by the poison in his heart.
In the warm embrace; Wamuu had slowly moved, lifting Joseph up by his waist to allow access to his chest. Plump lips pressed against his nipples before they opened up for teeth to graze against them.
Gripping hard enough to bruise, Wamuu lost himself in Joseph’s nipples as he continued his assault of the sensitive buds. Biting, licking, sucking and pinching. Wamuu completely sucked on Joseph’s pec, grinding himself against in between Joseph’s cheeks.
“I want to be inside you so badly right now, but I must savor this. Patience always makes the treat more delectable.”
Wamuu bit down on Joseph’s chest more, traveling down and leaving marks along his abdomen, his cock twitching against Joseph.
“You’ve gotten excited again, Jojo. You want this too do you not?”
Wamuu had sounded so heated and in love, Joseph’s heart began to race. Had that little threat of marriage actually had been a confession to him? Did Wamuu want him so much that he waited until their fated battle to finally have him. Joseph pulled Wamuu’s head close to him, looking down at him. Joseph’s lips were cracked, Wamuu seeking this as an opportunity to enjoy the blood from those normally supple lips. The two shared a hard kiss, Joseph fighting to gain dominance but losing to Wamuu who had laid him on his back now. Chains rattled slightly, Joseph losing mobility but accepting it.
Cinnamon hands explored down Joseph’s caramel body. Large and strong hands gripped at Joseph’s thighs, nails digging into his flesh to drag out a weakened cry from Joseph’s spent throat. Wamuu picked up from where he left off, kissing Joseph’s hips and down to his pelvis. He left marks all over his pelvic area, dancing around Joseph’s cock, proving to excite him more as it twitched and his testicles tightened up.
Wamuu continued to trail his kisses down, kissing Joseph’s inner thighs as he bit at the skin. He took his time on his thighs, sucking on the skin to leave dark maroon marks.
“T-Tease…”
The voice was hoarse but it caught Wamuu’s attention. Glancing up, Joseph’s face had gone flush, body now fully intoxicated with Wamuu’s actions. The vampire smirked, standing up from in between those bitable thighs. He walked over to the fully awakened fire, where a glass bottle could be seen. Half of the contents sparkling from the provided light.
Walking back over to Joseph, Wamuu had uncorked the bottle and poured the oil in his massive hand. Warmed by the fire, Wamuu worked the liquid onto his cock and poured more over Joseph’s entrance.
With his fingers now properly lubricated, Wamuu had pressed a single digit in. The strangled cry and jolt of Joseph’s body, made Wamuu chuckle. This reaction from just a single finger? He would love to watch him further curl in on himself. He felt he could even get Joseph off with his fingers alone.
Pressing in further, Wamuu had searched around inside for that one spot that made any man unfurl. Joseph’s toes curled and his stomach clenched. With his mouth hanging open, he would moan if the collar around his throat wasn’t choking him right now.
Wamuu decided to give Joseph a treat for behaving so well. He pulled off the metal collar, allowing Joseph to breathe and let out a deep moan.
With his finger pressing against Joseph’s prostate he rubbed against the bundle of nerves inside, Joseph’s whole body shaking and tensing up.
“You are quite beautiful curling up like this, Jojo.”
Joseph couldn’t stop the blood from rushing to his cheeks. A compliment from being so weakened by a finger. He felt like Wamuu was making fun of him but the vampire truly meant it, proving it with a kiss to Joseph’s lips. This kiss didn’t crash their lips together like a punishment but was one that was gentle, grazing the flesh just lightly enough that it tickled and that parting would leave an empty feeling. Joseph found himself kissing back, hungry for the attention and the need, holding Wamuu close to him.
As the kiss deepened, Joseph felt another finger pressing into him. He let out a mewl like moan, sounding whiny. It hurt with the new finger spreading him out now, Wamuu purposely scissoring his two fingers inside. With a gentle shush, Wamuu had done his best to comfort Joseph but he wouldn’t relax. The fingers hurt too much that it affected his stomach and he felt that he wanted to lurch but Wamuu wiggled his fingers against his prostate again, Joseph throwing his head back and openly sobbing from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Feeling Joseph loosen up around his two fingers, Wamuu began to thrust the digits in and out of him, adding one more finger into the mix. Joseph shook his head once the third finger was inside, begging in hiccups and stuttered words.
“N-no! I-It hurts please stop!”
Wamuu’s smile that had gradually formed on his face, melted into a frown. He didn’t like when Joseph seemed so weak. He was only now showing that strength again, that Joseph may even had taking control of the kiss if it lasted longer. Yanking out his fingers, Joseph shook, trying to curl up into a ball, but was stopped when Wamuu pulled him by his hips. He rubbed his aching cock against Joseph’s slightly stretched hole; finding the bottle of warmed oil and pouring the rest of its contents onto his cock.
Without hesitation, Wamuu pressed himself inside of Joseph, ignoring the gagged sounds that Joseph made.
It was too much, Joseph felt full and Wamuu only just started. Joseph reached his chained hands up, delicate hits to the vampire’s chest as the chains prevented heavy attacks.
Joseph kept trying though, his fight still not leaving but definitely diminishing. The smile was brought back to Wamuu’s face as Joseph tried his hardest to stop him. With one hand still gripping Joseph’s hip, the other pulled Joseph by the back of his neck to be close to him. He forced a kiss onto him again, but this time earned a surprising bite. Wamuu twitched inside of Joseph, excited with this new vigor of wanting him to stop.
Pulling away a moment, he licked at the blood on his lip as he stared into Joseph’s turquoise eyes. The fire in those eyes, made Wamuu growl in his throat.
Pressing their bodies together, Wamuu had barely pushed himself in entirely, Joseph stretched around him and visibly seen giving a bump to Joseph’s abdomen. Joseph tensed face was a beautiful mess. Tears had stained his cheeks, drool leaking down the side of his mouth and tongue out to prevent choking. Joseph may have had trembling arms, yet his hands reached up to grab Wamuu by his headpiece, ripping it off of him. The hands gripped at Wamuu’s hair, pulling at some strands. The action honestly confused Wamuu. He wasn’t sure whether Joseph wanted to pull him away or to pull him in close.
Joseph had initiated a kiss now, biting his lip again. The corner of Wamuu’s lip curled upward, body moving to an even pace. With his hips rolling into Joseph, the broken warrior continued his fight.
The smell of blood, made Wamuu’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. It was driving him mad! Wamuu laid Joseph on his back, biting his lip to taste his blood as he thrust into him. He felt it against his own stomach, the bump rubbing against him through Joseph. He thought he had taken the fight from Joseph once more as the biting to his own lip had stopped and Joseph had gone limp.
Looking down, he saw Joseph’s face completely in a state of euphoria. Confused he pulled back to find that Joseph had cum all over his stomach, the spend rubbed off against Wamuu’s own stomach.
Just before he could think that this could be another possible trick, Joseph began to roll his hips back against Wamuu, moaning softly.
“C’mon big guy, finish what you started.”