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The world was reduced to nothing but a spinning light, a bright lantern that circled around him with the gentle grind of stone. It curved to the outside of his peripheral, flashed brightly in front of his dulled gaze, before disappearing again behind him. It came in smooth, slow flashes that were so…noticeable. It was hard to explain, but it pulled enough attention to the forefront of his mind, allowing him to focus on its warm rays. It was stimulating every time it appeared. The rhythmic motion became something grounding. His mind just slightly perked up every time it circled around and dilated his pupils. Again and again.
There were other sensations too, ones that he registered but couldn’t focus on. The rough wood of the pillory held tight against his head and wrists. It was low enough that his chest was leveled out with his waist - his back arched as his hips were naturally held on display. There was a voice too, one deep and soothing that came from the robed man. There wasn’t much to say about him. He had a wide-brimmed hat, but other than that, he was uninteresting when compared to that entrancing, spinning light. Even the Dai Li symbol seemed to matter very little.
“You are a loyal servant of the Dai Li.” The words were slow and methodical, steady and grounded. Not that he could really think about them too much. No, as the lantern’s glow pulled his attention, the words simply were allowed to settle into his mind. “You serve the Dai Li.”
Aang’s parted to give the slightest sound in the affirmative. There was a motion behind him, something pressing forward and throwing him against the pillory in rhythmic motions. It was an odd sensation to be bounced between the rough wood and whatever softer material pushed against him from behind. Even then, Aang hardly cared to notice. He just..waited for the light…and followed it…
“There is joy in service to the Dai Li,” the deep voice continued. “The Dai Li is good. The Dai Li knows how to protect the Earth Kingdom. The Dai Li knows what’s best for the Ba Sing Se.”
Part of Aang knew better. He and his friends had seen the way the Dai Li worked. They were violent and cold. They worked in secrecy while pretending to do what’s best for people.
“The Dai Li is good.”
- while pretending to do what’s good for people. And some small part of Aang stirred at that. A fragment of his dulled consciousness tried to resist the droning words as they slipped into his weakened mind, stirring up his thoughts and making him dizzy. Dizzy, but then dull as the light circled back around and the motion that threw him up against the pillory quickened every so slightly. Aang shouldn’t be in this state right now. Not with them. Not when the Dai Li couldn’t be trusted.
“You serve the Dai Li.”
Not when Aang couldn’t be trusted. There was no reason for him to believe anything that came from a servant of the Dai Li. His own thoughts - the resistance he felt right then - it was all a lie. He should just disregard it. Just stop thinking and surrender his attention to the lantern’s glow. If he didn’t think, then he couldn’t lie. It would just be better to let the voice dictate his thoughts. Then, he wouldn’t need to think at all. There’d be no thoughts left to mistrust.
“Follow the light,” the man encouraged. “You can trust the Dai Li.”
Aang nodded dumbly. Yes, that’s right. If he served the Dai Li, then his thoughts could be trusted. He knew now that he was right. It was better to give in. Better to follow the light and let someone else take the lead. Better to not think at all. Better to trust the Dai Li, and follow the light.
Something pulled away from Aang. It left part of him feeling hollow, but warm. There was the sensation of running water, like thick droplets cascading down his thighs. The wet tip of a brush made his hips jump as it added another tally to his smooth skin. A small chuckle came from behind him as two people exchanged places. Something thick and warm filled that hollow space. The motion picked back up, and Aang felt his lithe body once again being thrown against the pillory. The pace was harsher this time, but steady in its rhythm nonetheless.
“You are a loyal servant of the Dai Li.” Even through his daze, Aang nodded his head because, yes, that was obvious. “Put your trust in the Dai Li. You are what the Dai Li says you are.”
Aang could trust the Dai Li. Aang was the Dai Li - or at least a servant of it. He could trust his own sense of loyalty for them, and through that, he knew he could believe their words. The logic was muddled inside his dizzy head, but it felt so easy to believe in. Aang was whatever the Dai Li told him to be. He could trust that reality.
“You are an eager servant of the Dai Li.” the unimportant voice informed him - unimportant because the light was back, pulling Aang’s eyes along its circular path. “Service brings you peace. Service brings you bliss.”
Aang nodded as little bubbles of joy floated up around his brain. Hands gripped his slender hips as the rocking motion intensified. They pulled Aang’s body back against whatever force was throwing him forward. A smile tugged at his lips.
“Nothing is better than serving the Dai Li.” Nothing. “You are happy to service the Dai Li.” So happy. “You are a loyal servant of the Dai Li.” Forever. “You love obeying the Dai Li.” Because service brought him bliss. “Service is pleasure.” Like the kind that started to ebb its way back into his numb body. “You are pleased with the Dai Li.” So pleased, especially when he began to better feel the way that force behind him grinded against his inner walls, stretching him in such a pleasant way. “You want to please the Dai Li.” Yes! Aang nodded his head so eagerly. The man behind him moaned from his tight heat, and it made the boy giddy. “You will please the Dai Li.” He will. Aang will! He clenched his cheeks, clenching around the thick insertion and making those hands around his hips tighten. A warmth filled him then, so pleasing and blissful. It had an odd sound pouring through Aang’s open-mouthed grin, something high-pitched and breathy.
The hardened rod slid out from between his cheeks, and another line was added to his skin. His insides clenched around nothing, and it felt so concerning. It should be servicing. Aang shouldn’t have an empty, soppy mess leaking down his wide, supple thighs. He moved however much he could, lifting his hips and pushing them back to try and rediscover the source of that wonderful, burning stretch. Thankfully, he didn’t have to search for long. The boy let out a grateful hum when a strong hand gripped his hip to hold him steady. Another slapped down against his backside. The low burn was enough of a lesson. They wanted Aang to be still and pliant. If he were to move, they would move him.
Aang eagerly went limp.
As the spinning lantern circled around once more, Aang felt the rough wood latched around his hands and neck suddenly come undone. Of course, he didn’t move himself from the circular slots. No, he kept his neck rested against the coarse material as large hands wrapped entirely around his small wrists. They pulled his arms back against his sides until they were as straight as could be. A large, bulbous tip pressed against his messy, gaping entrance.
The light slid into his line of sight before, unexpectedly, slowing to a halt right in front of the Dai Li agent. The man lifted his head up over the lantern. “Awaken.” With a flip of his palm, the stone object collapsed. The light vanished in time with a thrust upward from behind, the large phallus pushing through his insides and deep into his belly.
Aang’s eyes went wide. Absolute pleasure coursed through his body like lightning, igniting his brain and sending every little thought into oblivion. The length pulled out through the slickened walls before Aang was once again stretched around such a satisfying girth. It pushed a boyish moan up through his lips as the tip crushed his prostate. His body trembled. His tongue lolled out past a lewd grin as the man continued to slam forward against Aang’s perky cheeks. Heavy balls slapped his thighs, and the sting of the impact had never felt so nice.
A heady scent filled his lungs as something warm and wet pressed forward against his nose. Burning skin throbbed against his open lips as Aang tilted his head up to meet it. Firm fingers gently gripped his chin and kept it held in place. The warm appendage slid down Aang’s face and slid against his lolled tongue, staining it with the taste of earthy musk. He moaned appreciatively, and the man rewarded him by slowly sliding his cock deep into Aang’s warm, wet mouth. It filled him up, stretching his pretty lips thin, until it pressed against the back of his throat. The man readjusted, held either side of the Avatar’s head, and thrust it deep into his esophagus. Aang choked and gagged around the length, but the man didn’t pull away.
The powerful thrusts from behind sent choked moans and strained mewls straight to the phallus gliding along his tongue. Aang drooled around it freely, his chin becoming doused with spittle as the man began to earnestly fuck his throat, stretching those inner walls and reshaping it that match the shape of his shaft. The man from behind sheathed his cock deep into Aaang’s heat and grinded repeatedly against his prostate. It had his young body writhing as immense pleasure forced out squeals and squeaks Aang hadn’t even known he could make.
The air-bender’s eyes rolled back as his lungs burned for more air. Even so, he couldn’t stop the disappointment once the Dai Li agent pulled from his mouth and left him heaving hoarse breaths. Heavy ropes of seed spilled onto his face, painting him with its warmth as Aang watched that pulsing member with pure adoration.
Suddenly, he was pulled up off the pillory and walked over to the nearest wall. Rough hands, still coiled around his wrists, pressed his face against the tough earth. His tongue lolled against the structure as the girthy cock was pushed deep between his cheeks. It sunk into his sensitive heat over and over again. Lewd moans and salacious squeals tumbled from Aang’s mouth as he babbled like a madman. A hand, neither of which belonged to the man fucking him stupid, pressed against the back of his head and pushed him into the wall as solid earth turned to moldable mud. Aang’s vision darkened as cool earth swallowed him up. His body was pushed forward bit by bit. There was space to breathe, a box of air carved out ahead of time. Aang was maneuvered into it until the earth hardened once more around him. Most of him was trapped inside the wall. The only parts of him left exposed were his hands, his feet, and his round, curvy bottom.
The Dai Li agent finished inside, spilling another dose of fertile seed deep into his flooded hindquarters. When the man pulled away, he couldn’t hear Aang’s whine. No, to them, the boy, the avatar, was currently an object installed into their inner walls. And there he would stay for an immeasurable amount of time. He would remain completely pliant, eager to allow his body to be used and abused. Two fingers would push through his sloppy rim and stretch his hole - the opening loose enough to become whatever shape the individual desired. And Aang would revel in the way his body was reformed and repurposed.
Because Aang was eager to serve the trusted Dai Li.
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To many agents of the Dai Lee, Aang was a breath of fresh air. He was shorter than his fellow agents, and he didn’t hold the same stoutness in his expression. No, the boy remained bright and optimistic even through his repurposing. It was a rather welcomed addition. And that wasn’t even considering how powerful the boy was. Any squad would be happy to have him tag along. For more than one reason.
Aang often walked the halls of the Dai Li’s headquarters, an ever-present hop to his step as the wide-brimmed hat shaded his eyes. His time inside the wall had gone on longer than he could realize, but when he came back out, he was fully accepting of who he was, what he was meant to do, and who he was always meant to serve. And serve he did. Eagerly.
A small vibration ran up through his body. Aang felt a slight pull from the tiny stone embedded into the base of his spine. Immediately, he changed course, happily smiling as he made his way down the halls and to whatever agent acquired his assistance. Very soon he would be in the hands of another man, maybe the tenth just that day, as rough hands parted his robes and splayed across smooth, youthful skin. They would have their way with him, in whatever way that may be. And Aang would be left grinning and drooling as seed leaked down his thighs and he was sent on his way.
It wouldn’t take long before he was summoned again.