Shock Treatment

I love writing things at 4 in the morning as much as I love chocolate with Butterfinger pieces inside.

This oneshot fanfic is inspired by a oneshot manga I absolutely adore following one key element. Don't want to say what 'cause you'll find out in the story. I'm not copying the storyline or anything besides this one object and the kink of it. But since when is anything anyone writes anymore 100% original? XD Especially FANfiction, lol. Plus I drew a pic for it so I had to follow up with a story.

Enjoy!

Title: Shock Treatment
Rated: PG-13 or R, whatever you may think.
Warnings: Mild slash. TORTURE. D/s. Murdoc + 2D.
Summary: Watch as Murdoc "helps" 2D rehearse.
Disclaimers: None of this is mine. Okay, done.

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2D's entire body was shaking incredibly so, he swore he could hear his bones rattling, echoing in the empty stadium. The place was nearly dark, except for the dimly lit stage. A single spotlight shined down on his quivering body. He felt suddenly very humiliated, and scared. It was as if all those thousands of seats each had a face and a grudge against him.

However, it had nothing to do with stage fear.

Beyond the shaking, the pale look on his face, the sweat that matted at his bangs, he looked completely normal. Levi pants, white and red sneakers, black shirt over yellow sleeved one. All except, the one thing that stuck out of the ordinary of 2D's original style was a thick black collar around his neck. It was loose enough to keep him from suffocating, but peeking out from beneath and above the collar, the flesh was taunted slightly red.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't tell me you're spent all ready."

2D swallowed and winced. He turned and glared over at the second single person in the room. Murdoc lounged comfortably in a studio chair, a lecherous, mischievous and proud grin along his stubbled face. He looked utterly pleased, like some sort of voyeur watching some good porn.

2D narrowed his eyes, showing his disapprove in his expression. Murdoc feigned a sad little sigh. "Don't give me that," he whined, "I'm just helping you out."

2D refused to lower his bullet shooting, knife throwing glower.

Murdoc ran a hand around his bare neck. "Come on. I'll take that thing off when you're done rehearsing. You've got only a few minutes left," he assured. 2D looked just slightly relieved. Murdoc chuckled deep in his throat, spread out his arms. "Besides, it's not my fault. You should has asked what the thing was before I put it on your neck!"

2D's eyes instantly went back to enraged flames of black. How stupid he had been! Murdoc had been so kind to him this morning, offering him the collar as some sort of "apology" for "last's night drunken disaster." The two got totally wasted at a pub, and 2D accidentally started brawling with him. Murdoc got a nice big bruise on his arm, but 2D lost the fight by ten even worse bruises.

2D should have known from past experiences that Murdoc doesn't give gifts. Didn't the Romans and the Trojan Horse teach him nothing? Murdoc did, however, give revenge. But, in joy that Murdoc was trying to make an effort at being a good guy, he took the collar. He thought it was just one of those bulky, punk necklaces he always saw at the underground stores with all their leather and chains.

As soon as he put it on, Murdoc declared that the collar was, indeed, a collar--but it was no ordinary one. The collar was used on animals; whenever they barked, the collar would give them a nice shock. 2D went to tell him to take it off, but as soon as he spoke, he felt a small volt of electricity hit his throat and cause him to hiss in pain.

Now, that arsehole Murdoc had him practicing his singing an hour before their last concert in this city. It was horrible. 2D wanted to beat the shit out of Murdoc. Tear him apart. He wanted to do this, but he never did. Held back by fear and respect. Besides, Murdoc had the key to unlock the collar. He wouldn't tell 2D where it was if he punched out his teeth.

"Now, let's work on 'Feel Good,' yeah?" Murdoc snickered. He gestured 2D closer to the microphone on the stand. 2D sighed and walked an inch forward to the device. "Now... go on, go on..." he chuckled, pyramiding his hands.

2D looked at him pathetically, just like a sad puppy. Murdoc just showed him his green teeth in his large grin. 2D took a deep breath, leaned in and spoke softly, "F-feel--" He had to stop when he felt his throat tingle.

"Louder," Murdoc swooned, "I can't hear you~"

2D clenched his fists until his knuckles went white. He cleared his sore throat again and whispered, "Feel..."

"Are you singing or are you humming?" Murdoc inquired, leaning forward, cupping an ear.

2D, positively fed up, forgot his situation and shouted, "FEEL GOOD--AAAGHHH!!"

Instantly, he was shocked in the throat hard by the raise of volume. It caused him to jump back four feet and squirm about. When the shock wore off, and the pain begin to settle, he took his desire to kill Murdoc and turned it into pacing in a circle, huffing and puffing heavily.

Murdoc was laughing his ass off, slapping a hand on his knee. "Do--do it again!!" he cackled, wiping a tear from his clear eye. 2D was about to grab the microphone and throw it at him. 2D was about to walk off stage, before Murdoc whistled, "Where are you going? You do realize that there's no way you can get that off--not without the key. It's too dangerous or stupid to try anything else. That material is thick, and you know there are very dangerous wires under there..."

2D froze. He widened his eyes. He was just about to go try to cut the thing off with some scissors. He drooped, shoulders slumping, his entire posture sagging. Murdoc chortled from his shadows lowly. Murdoc rose a hand and waved it, gesturing for him to come back. "C'mon," he said.

2D very slowly peeked one large black eye behind his shoulder. Murdoc was giving him a commanding yet pleasurable face. "C'mon. Get back in here. Now," he ordered. 2D turned his head away, bit hard into his bottom lip, mouthed a few curses then reluctantly dragged himself back to the spotlight.

"Good boy," the Satanist purred. 2D shivered at his tone. "Now... go on. Do the lyric: 'is everybody in.' You know, where the 'in' trails..." he giggled almost like a giddy school girl. 2D threw his hands in the air. That would hurt like fucking Hell, carrying on a tune for that long!

"Do it," Murdoc said, "and you're free to go."

2D brightened a little. Exhaling loudly, he told himself just to get this done and over with. He marched over to the microphone stand, grabbed it tightly, furrowed his brows and snarled, "Is everybody in--AAAAHHH!!"

2D not only felt a shock in his throat, but it coursed down into his arm, meeting the electricity from the microphone. He jolted for a second before his tight grip managed to break free and he fell back. He laid in a crippled, sweaty, panting ball on the floor, the tips of his fingers and palm of his left hand bright red with burns.

Murdoc was just laughing it up. "Idiot! I told you not to touch the damn thing! You'll get shocked worse!" he cackled. 2D just laid there, trying to compose himself and relax his shot nerves. "Now, c'mon, ged up," Murdoc chided, snapping his fingers a few times.

2D grunted as he painfully lifted himself with his shaking arms. Murdoc grinned happily. "That's a good boy," he said. 2D made some sort of pleading hand motions. But Murdoc just replied, "I don't speak Hand, love. Too bad. Get this lyric finished and it's over with."

2D dropped his head, sweat running down the tip of his nose. Carefully, very carefully, he got to his feet and staggered tiredly and painfully to the microphone. He went to grab it, before flinching and instantly whipping his hand back. He released an internal sigh of relief; he almost forgot again. He glanced angrily at Murdoc, then leaned in. His mouth close to the microphone, he prayed that his body had grown used to the shock and sang:

"Is e-everybody iinn--eeeghhh!!"

2D jumped back and grabbed the collar in frustration, now trying to rip it off. "Good work, mate!" Murdoc cheered with tears of joy in his eyes. He stood and clapped for him. 2D limped back, allowing himself a moment of painful victory. "Now..." Murdoc sat back in his chair like a mighty throne and said, "Kneel before me and say, 'please remove this collar, Master Niccals.'"

2D threw his arms in the air. THAT WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL!

Murdoc examined his chipped claws. "You're wasting your time--precious freedom awaits..." he sighed, blowing on his nails.

2D wibbled, feeling completely defeated. He limped over to Murdoc, slowly dropped to one knee and took in a deep breath. Murdoc looked down at him like Satan himself. "P--please--!!" SHOCK! 2D grasped his collar, tightening his face. Murdoc just nodded. 2D took another breath, gasping, "remove thi--ssss!!" He fell on his ass from the shock. Murdoc laughed and waved him back up. 2D panted as he forced himself into a kneeling position again. Then, very slowly, he continued, "... this... collar!! AGGHH!! MASTER NICCAALSSSAAAAHHH!!"

Steam was just about to fizzle out of 2D's ears. It only made Murdoc even more pleased. "One more thing," Murdoc sniggered, raising his finger. 2D's jaw unhinged; was this going to continue all day!? Murdoc pointed at his face. "Give Master a little treat as a thank you for helping you."

2D blinked, before blushing and looking down at his lap, embarrassed. Murdoc grabbed the tip of his chin, titled his head back, running his tongue along his top lip. 2D sat up straight in his kneeling position, pressing a kiss to Murdoc's mouth. Murdoc slowly shut his eyes and slipped his tongue inside.

Then, 2D grabbed Murdoc by the head tightly, keeping his mouth against his and tongue in his mouth. "JEERRKKKAAHHH!" he gagged. A shock of electricity ran through his throat and right into Murdoc's mouth, causing the bassist to squeak in pain. Murdoc shoved him back, stood and placed his foot against 2D;s head.

"Oh! You're a kinky one, are you!?" he snarled, wiping his slightly burnt lip.

2D looked up at him with one squinted eye... and smiled.

Murdoc snickered deep in his throat then lowered himself...

THE END.

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Yes, I think putting shock collars on animals is wrong. Okay? But on people... MWAHAHAHAHAHA. j/k

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