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It had been 5 years since the Second Iron Fist Tournament. Heihachi Mishima was confirmed dead for good, and shortly after, Kazuya renounced his claim to the Mishima Zaibatsu, married Jun Kazama, and had a son. As for Kazuya himself, he couldn’t be happier. His abusive father was gone and he had a family that cared for and loved him now. Unfortunately, that was all about to change. 

It was just supposed to be a regular night. After Kazuya had put his son to bed, he went back to his room, bid Jun goodnight, and thought nothing of it until he went to sleep.
He woke up (well, at least he thought he did at first) in the darkest dimensions of his consciousness and memories. In front of him stood the demonic incarnation of himself. “Why have you come for me? I live a life of peace now.” the original Kazuya asked. “You cannot escape your past. I am you. You will never overpower me.”  “Never. I have overcome much to reach my happy ending, and I will not so foolishly give up my progress to your ambitions.” “Well then, I think we need some convincing here.” Before Kazuya could react, the demonic version of himself whirled behind him and grabbed him by the throat. Kazuya instinctively tried to move out of it, but the grip was strong and he couldn’t move an inch. He was forced onto his knees and before he could push himself up, his hands were thrown behind him and tied by heavy steel chains. 

At least he thought they were chains.

Oh no, they weren’t. 

Kazuya’s restraints zapped him with every attempt he gave to escape. These chains were imbued with the EWGF energy, and the only way to counter it was punching it with another EWGF. Since Heihachi was defeated at the end of the Second Iron Fist Tournament, Kazuya could no longer EWGF, only Wind God Fist. So he tried to WGF. It just zapped him again. “These chains will electrocute you if you try anything but the Electric Wind God Fist.” Devil Kazuya explained. “You son of a bitch! You knew damn well I couldn’t, so you just made it so that I can’t escape!?” “Precisely.” Devil Kazuya proceeded to slap his cock against Kazuya’s face. “Suck it. Now. ” Reluctantly, Kazuya complied, opening his mouth to let his rapist’s cock into his throat. Due to having never given a blowjob to a guy before, it was difficult for him to get the cock into his throat, but somehow he managed. Just as he felt like he could get away, however, the cock was abruptly pulled out of his throat. “Turn.” Devil Kazuya commanded him. And so, Kazuya obeyed like the rapewhore he had been made out to be.

Devil Kazuya stood above him, unlubricated cock positioned directly at Kazuya’s asshole. And then with one thrust, he hilted directly inside. Kazuya screamed out in pain as he felt his own demon self raping his prostate, heavy balls slapping against his ass every time he felt it pull out only to slam back inside him. No mercy was spared, the pace increasing each minute. It felt like Kazuya was being beaten by his father again back when he was a child, but internally instead of externally. Without warning, his devil form came inside him, filling Kazuya’s prostate with demon cum. “I hope you’ve learnt your lesson.” With that, he pulled out, causing some of the semen to leak out, and flew away into nothingness, leaving Kazuya there, shaking, traumatised, and alone. 

Back to reality, Jun had been shaking him for minutes now until he finally woke up. “Kazuya, are you alright? You were screaming in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare?” she asked. Kazuya sighed. “Oh, do I have a story to tell you…”