WARNINGS: INCEST NCS LEMON AND BDSM AT END OF CHAPPIE!! IT WILL BE SEPARATED BY A LINE OF “*********************” AND CLEARLY MARKED “NCS BELOW.”

NOTE: IF YOU ARE BOTHERED BY VIOLENT BDSM OR INCEST, DO NOT READ THE LEMON!

I do not own Tim Horton’s, but my wife would be a worse coffee-junkie is she did. She’d never get any sleep! ‘JUST HOOK IT TO MY VEINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’.

Yami Dragon: ALL HAIL, TIM HORTON’S!!!

Bakurasgirl: *shakes head*

LAST WARNING: INCEST IN THIS CHAPPIE! BDSM! LEMON IS NOT PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Joey’s Toys

Seto’s POV

Randy and Casey were two of the best people in my “public relations” department. These two stood in front of my desk waiting for me to make a life and death decision.

Garner was late on his monthly payments. He was paying me to keep the IRS off of his back. Nobody robs Seto Kaiba of money and gets away with it!

“I think we have to go to Mr. Garner and…”encourage” him a little bit to pay up.”

I called Donny, my driver, and placed a small pistol in my suit jacket. You never know when you have to protect yourself. My members of my “public relations” department are all armed, too.

KaibaCorp is not a business to be trifled with! We make the newest technology for Duel Monsters. We are not to be taken lightly!

I get in my limo and we drive downtown. When we arrive, I step out. I look around at the dirty streets around me. This place is such a dump! How can anyone live here?

Nobody was out at this time of night, except one lone figure walking slowly.

“You two go inside. I’ll be in shortly. Don’t break anything unless you have to, Casey.”

“Yes, Mr. Kaiba.”

Garner has his own set of hired goons. I had better make sure this isn’t one of them.

I turned my head to see the figure walk into the alley. The shadows almost concealed him from view, but I thought I saw…..Joey.

No. It can’t be him! Let me look closer….the figure kind of has his hair, but I can’t be sure. It’s stupid of me to look at a figure in the dark and think it’s the mutt.

Joey isn’t too bad, but he can be a klutz sometimes. When I saw him looking at me in the hallway, I didn’t know how to react, so I reacted the only way I knew how: sarcasm and a smart-ass comment.

Even if I was blind, I could still have noticed him looking at me. How OBVIOUS was he when he “accidentally” dropped his pencil????

Subtlety must not be the puppy’s strong suit.

Oh well. I’m here to do a job. I have to no time for lost puppies.

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Joey’s POV

Friday!!! Oh yeah! Pizza and movies…but most importantly….PIZZA! Today is going to be a great day! I’m always so much more happier when I wake up in my alley-home. No one to back me against walls and shit like that.

I remembered my bucket in the rain. I examined it for any dead rats. Nothing. I washed my hair in the bucket of rainwater and dried it with my blanket.

Who cares if I go to school in the same clothes I wore yesterday? Nobody gives a flying crap, so why should I?

I went to school and went through my day. Once again, I looked at Kaiba’s ass in the hallway. Yup…still looks good. Watched him in class….yup….still the same sexy Kaiba. Watched him eat….mmm…Kaiba eating! I’d wish he’d….I’d better stop there and not think about it. Mmm….Kaiba.

Anyway…I watched him in gym. Geeze….do you think I look at him too much????

Nah.

It’s worth every second!

After school, I went home with Ryou. I walked into the house and saw the place in shambles. I raised an eyebrow and Ryou scratched his hair nervously.

“Umm….Bakura….had a little tantrum this morning, Joey. Sorry about the mess.”

“What was it this time? The sky wasn’t the right shade of blue for him??”

Bakura appeared before me. Crap. I hate it when he does that!

“Listen, mutt, it’s rude to treat your host that way!”

Nothing more would please me than kick Bakura straight in the ass for the way he treats Ryou!

“Listen, freak-boy! Ryou deserves better than you and what right do you have to treat him like shit?”

Bakura grabbed Ryou’s wrist. “He’s MY shit! And if you have a problem with it, Wheeler, there is the door. Don’t let it hit your ass on the way out!”

Ryou let out a little whimper and tried to pull his wrist away. Big Bully of a yami!

“Screw you, Bakura!”

Bakura threw Ryou to the side and approached me grinning. “The last man who told me to screw myself ended up scattered across Domino in pieces! If you enjoy your head where it is, you’ll shut your big, fat, ugly mouth before I have the pleasure of cutting it off in tiny pieces!”

I looked down at Ryou trembling on the ground. I kneeled down to him. Poor Ryou. I feel for him.

Ryou looked up timidly. “Joey…..we have to clean this place up.”

Bakura growled. “Not another Pizza Party, Ryou!”

Ryou cowered again. “It’s…..It’s Friday, Bakura.”

Bakura rolled his eyes. “That’s just another excuse for you to act like an idiot, hikari!”

Bakura disappeared. What an asshole!

Ryou gripped onto me tightly for a long time. I know how he feels. Sometimes after my father puts a beating on me, I want nothing more than to cuddle up to someone. The thing is about Ryou…he’s so damn cuddly! I can get lost in his white hair. So soft.

“Look, Ryou, don’t worry about Bakura. Tonight, we’re going to have a fun time!”

“I’ll…I’ll try. Although I really don’t want to be alone tonight.”

My father kicked me out of the house the day before, but, I know he doesn’t remember a damn thing about last night. Last night was a blur because of his Tequilla Sunrise.

“I have to go home to my dad, Ryou. Maybe I can stay sometime next week.”

Ryou nodded. “Okay, Joey! It’s a deal!”

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Yugi and the gang came over and we had pizza. My favorite toppings were piled up really high! Nothing beats a pizza with pineapples, pepperoni, mushrooms, sausages, extra cheese and just dripping with sauce.

I lost track of the movie for a while as I pictured Seto covered in my favorite pizza toppings. Mmmm….sauce-covered Seto.

I ate my fill. About half the pizza, that is.

“Joey, man, leave some for the rest of us,” Tristan growled when he realized I ate five slices.

Otogi had to add in his two cents. “Yeah, Tristan needs something to soak up all that coffee in his system.”

What was I supposed to say to Tristan? ‘Sorry, Tristan, I woke up sleeping in an alley! I couldn’t eat breakfast and I didn’t eat last night because my father beat the shit out of me.’

That would be as popular as rugburn!

The group laughed at Tristan. I have no idea how someone can drink that much coffee and have no heart problems! Tristan is a coffee-junkie.

“You can’t quit coffee, Tris! Admit it!”

Tristan smirked. “Sure I can!”

“Yeah, right. And I’m the Prime Minister of Canada!”

Tristan finished his Thermos of coffee. “Yeah, my dad says there’s a real good place that has kick-ass coffee called Tim Horton’s.”

It was getting time for me to go home. If I was late coming home, my dad would kill me!

“Guys, I have to split!”

Ryou gave me some pizza to go home. I ran home and put the pizza in the refrigerator. My dad didn’t pick up the torn picture that he ripped up of Seto surrounded by roses. I ran upstairs to my room, locked my door, and I taped my picture back together and hid it with my other paintings.

My father banged on my door hard.

Not again!

Let me out!

I ran to my window, but I didn’t have enough time to escape before my father burst through the door.

He held out another picture I was working on of Seto. Seto was holding a bundle of roses and there was a body of water behind us. The moonlight lit up the pond. Seto and I were kissing. I drew a heart around us and two doves holding a ribbon made of a heart.

“What the hell is this piece of crap, Joey Wheeler?”

My body quaked. My father had a bitter smell on his breath….beer. “What…what do you mean?”

“I found this drawing!” My father pulled me back into the room. “Where the hell were you all night?!”

Shit.

My father held my arms tightly. This was not going to be good.

“Where were you, my little whore?”

My father slapped me and I fell back onto my toybox that I had since I was a kid. “You were out fucking somebody else, weren’t you!”

I shook my head. “No! No! I was at a Pizza Party!”

My father unbuttoned his shirt. “You lying sack of shit!”

My father grabbed me and opened my toybox.

My toybox was decorated with clowns, balloons, and circus animals. My father opened it up to reveal its contents that had been in there since I was seven years old: rope, blindfolds, whips, handcuffs, massage oil, towels, and a dildo, and a leather cock ring.

Finally, I had a little green towel with a giraffe that was stitched with my initials. Daddy always used that after me made love to me to clean us both up.

That towel is 8 years old and it’s amazing it hasn’t frayed or tattered, considering how often it is used.

My father gripped me by the collar and shook me. “What shall we use tonight, daddy’s little whore?”

“Daddy! I don’t want to do this!”

My father laughed. “Nonsense! It isn’t making love if you don’t use a toy, Joey! What has your daddy been teaching you all these years? Love isn’t love if it doesn’t hurt!”

I gripped my father’s wrist as he grabbed the rope and the cock ring.

“You were out with Seto Kaiba weren’t you? Don’t tell me you weren’t!”

“I wasn’t, daddy! I was with Ryou and my friends!”

“So, it was one big fucking orgy! So, you’re fucking all of your friends, too, besides your daddy! How dare you allow anyone to stick it in you besides me! Your body is only meant for me!”

****************NCS LEMON BELOW!!!!!*************

My body tensed as my father pinned me to the bed, tying my arms and finally my legs to the bed. My father used the scissors in my toybox to cut off my clothing. Damn! Those jeans were my best pair!

My father put the cock ring on me and it gave me a pinch. My eyes filled with tears as my father removed his clothing piece by piece.

Gods…no! Not again! Somebody! Anybody! HELP ME! Not again!

My father reached into my toybox and grabbed the whip.

“My boy is such a pretty, obedient boy. Aren’t you, Joey?”

I want to go back to my alley!

“I know you wouldn’t let anyone but your daddy take you. You wouldn’t let anybody into you besides your own daddy. Am I right? Joseph?”

This is not happening!

I nodded, knowing what he was going to do with that leather whip. It didn’t matter anymore. He was going to make love to me and there was nothing I could do about it but ride the horrid waves of perverted lust.

My father put the handle of the whip to my chin. “I know you enjoy loving me, Joey. I can tell. You just love it when I take you, don’t you? Like a good little boy.”

“Daddy…I didn’t sleep with my friends. We watched a movie and had pizza.”

“Don’t lie to me, boy! Where were you?”

The leather cords crashed against my chest, coloring my chest red. I let out a scream and I tried to struggle with my ropes. No good!

“Just who were you fucking tonight, Joseph?”

The cords crashed against my stomach. “STOP, DADDY!”

“Who did you fuck tonight, Joey? Answer me! Or so help me, I will beat the answer out of you!”

I couldn’t take this anymore!

“LET ME OFF OF THIS BED, YOU SICK BASTARD!”

My father crashed the cords over my arousal, making me shriek! Shit! Fuck! That really hurts!

“YOU GOD-DAMNED SICK-O!”

My father backhanded me.

“I’M GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS SOMEDAY, DADDY!”

My father dropped the whip and crawled on top of me. I think I made things ten times worse.

“Better put your mouth to better use, boy!”

My father pulled me into a deep beer-bitter kiss. He ran his fingers through my blond hair and I hated every second his slimy body rubbed against me. This cock ring he had on me would make sure my climax was delayed, while he could orgasm a multiple number of times.

God, I hate that toybox!

Always have. My father kept all our sex toys in there since I was seven years old. I can’t even tell when he properly cleaned any of these toys or if he ever cleaned them at all.

He rubbed himself against me, trying to tease me and excite me.

Truly…it made me want to vomit.

My daddy thought I loved this! I hated it!

“Daddy! Get off of me!”

My father looked down at me with his brown eyes. “I have to make sure nobody stuck it in you, Joseph. I have to protect what is mine.”

My father kissed down my neck, placing searing hot kisses against his skin. His hand went to my nipple, twisting it, enjoying the sound of my whimper.

Did I just do that? Whimper?

My father groped me, enjoying his twisted little game. He reached down between my legs and suddenly shoved two fingers into me.

“Let’s see if anyone else has been here, shall we?”

My father stretched me more forcefully than he did before. He kissed down my belly and to my arousal. He looked up and straddled my chest. He waved his arousal in my face as if tempting me to do what he wanted.

What other choice did I have, bound and overpowered?

I did what he wanted me to do to him, hating myself every minute. The worst part was I was excited by this!

I tried to pretend this was Seto. That might make this a hell of a lot easier.

I closed my eyes, but my father slapped my cheek. “Keep your eyes open, Joseph.”

He looked down at me as I gave him the blowjob he wanted. Freak. He began to caress my cheek.

“My boy is such a good little whore. I have taught you well, Joey.”

Freak!

The cock ring started making me uncomfortable. Damn, this thing hurts. It wasn’t bad a few years ago, but every year it seems to get tighter and tighter. My daddy says I was a growing boy when I told him it was getting tighter. He was right in more ways than one.

When my father was done, he settled himself between my legs and lubed himself.

Defeat. Okay, daddy. Go on. If you must do this to your own son, then go ahead. Infect me with your sick, twisted disease. Fill me with your filth. Hug me with fear.

My father slips into my tight channel with a long, satisfied moan. “My boy is so fucking sexy.”

A chocked sob escaped me as I turned my head away. My father turned my head towards me. “You’re mine, Joey. You know it’s true. No matter who you fuck senseless, you will always be mine.”

You will always be my enemy, daddy.

“Do you like it when your daddy plays with you like this?” My father asked as his hand stroked my chest.

You are a sick piece of shit, dad!

“Yes, daddy,” I answered. I found out the hard way to always lie and says it feels good. One time I told my dad it hurt and it wasn’t good and I couldn’t walk for a week! My dad broke my arm when I was ten. I had made the mistake of telling him I didn’t like it when he played with me like this.

“Joey….so tight. My boy is so sexy!”

The cock ring constricted me to the point where I wanted to scream. My father moaned louder as the mattress squeaked its daily symphony.

“This is the only way to make love, Joey. Bound. Pain is love. Love is pain.”

Love is pain. Love is pain. Love is pain. Why does it have to be this way?

My father’s body began to shake as his orgasm consumed him. He slammed into me and I felt his hot release corrupt me inside.

I needed release. I didn’t want it, but I needed it. My father arousal had diminished, but he remained inside me. He placed his entire body weight on me. He was heavy. He needs to lose some weight.

To my horror, he began getting hard again. Not again.

For another hour he pounded into my body. I had not climaxed once. My father had climaxed a grand total of three times.

My body couldn’t take much more of this. My body started to shake. Daddy held my chin. “Keep your eyes open, Joseph. I want to look into your eyes as you come for your daddy.”

I hate myself! I’m just as dirty as he is. Nothing but Daddy’s Fuck Toy since I was seven years old.

I started to shake and I let out a scream as my release erupted out of my body.

My father moaned in pleasure. “My boy…..so sexy when you do that for your daddy.”

Just untie me, you sick freak! I hate myself. I’m dirty. I’m filthy. I’m useless.

My daddy crawled out from between my legs and grabbed my green towel which was embroidered with a happy little giraffe.

He cleaned himself of my release and cleaned myself up. He untied my wrists and ankles and kissed my cheek.

“That’s my boy. Goodnight, son.”

My father left the room.

I curled up on the bed, clutching my stomach. Gods…it hurts.

I can’t stay here anymore. I have to leave here. Can’t go on.

There is only one place for me to go…..Home Sweet Home….my alley.