My first story in English, so please bear with me! Had it in my draft for ages and decided to put it out now.
If u want a specific pairing, please write a comment, and I'll see if I can make it happen.
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Harry stumbled across the street. Only 2 blocks until he got to his apartment.
He had been out drinking with some of his friends. Ron, his best friend since middle school, got a promotion, which they celebrated with way too many shots and beers for Harry's liking. Normally he maybe got one or two beers on a night out, liking still to be in control of himself. But this time he couldn't say no, Ron was way too happy, and it had been a long time since he had seen the others.
His apartment was now only one block away, he could already feel the comfort of his bed. He was just about to cross the street when a car abruptly stopped. Dizzy and swaying, Harry looked perplexed at the vehicle that turned out to be a silver van. The door swung open and hands grabbed him, pulling him inside the vehicle. Someone shouted something and Harry tried to fight the hands grabbing him. He landed hard on the floor, the door slamming shut and the van on the move again.
He wanted to scream, shout, and call for help, but a cloth was pressed over his mouth and nose. It reeked of chemicals that stung in his eyes and nose. He tried not to breathe in, but the memo didn't reach his drunk brain. He opened his mouth to shout again, but quickly his body became heavy and the world and the surrounding noises started to fade away.
"He out?" A gruff voice barked. The man who held the cloth to Harry's mouth and nose let the unconscious man go and proceeded to hop into the passenger seat. "Yeah." He grunted and pulled his phone out.
He called the only number programmed in it. It rang twice, "We got one." He said, the person on the other line didn't respond and ended the call.
When Harry woke up again, the world spun and he felt sick. He gagged, pressing his hand to his mouth. After a few seconds, when he was sure he wouldn't puke, he slowly opened his eyes. He expected to see his bedroom walls, instead, he saw a lattice fence. He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on what had happened. But his head spun, and he got more and more dizzy again.
A rattling sounded from far away, and he was suddenly grabbed and pulled upright. His knees buckled, and he was held half upright tightly. "He's still high." Sounded a voice, surely from the man holding him upright, but it sounded so far away. Harry saw black and white dots before his eyes and was sure he would faint any minute.
His head couldn't form a clear question or thought, and panic crept up.
Suddenly, the man holding him started moving and dragging him out of the room. The metal-on-metal sound of the door of the makeshift room sounded loud and made Harry flinch. He tried to lift his head, but a wave of nausea greeted him again.
He was being dragged along a corridor and through the dark and dingy light, he could see more 'rooms' with the metal fence that separated them. He saw shadow figures in some, but he wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks.
"As soon as he has his first, he will be fully awake." A man said impatiently, and a door was being pulled open.
Harry was then hoisted into a wooden box with a mattress on the bottom. It was small, and he immediately curled up to fit in. Someone then grabbed his legs through a hole on the other side of the box. He tried to fight them off and pull his legs back, but it didn't help.
The person who put him in the box held him still while, to his horror, the other man started to strip his lower half. Once fully naked, the man holding his arms ripped his shirt over his head. Then he was handcuffed to the walls and his legs were pulled upwards.
His now bare ass was hanging outside the hole, his genitals freezing, and Harry felt incredibly embarrassed and exposed. What was happening? He was still woozy from the drugs he by now figured out someone must have given him. No way, this was from a hangover.
Suddenly a light went on and he was blinded by the brightness. He screwed his eyes shut, and his heart started beating rapidly, what the fuck was happening? He heard footsteps approaching and men talking. Suddenly he felt much clearer in his head and he started to pull on the handcuffs. "Let me the fuck out of here!" He cursed, trying to get free.
"Shh, you don't want to get in trouble!" A Voice ushered him, which made him stop. Were there others here? He couldn't continue his thought as the door he was hoisted through into the box flew open and sharp pain suddenly stung across his face.
The man's face was screwed in an ugly grimace, but he didn't say something. Instead, he brought a red ball connected to leather straps into his view. Harry started to shake violently and pulled away. The man yanked his hair so hard, that Harry was sure he ripped half out. His eyes burned with tears, the first escaping as the man put the gag ball in his mouth and fastened it around his head.
"Another word and I'll cut your tongue out!" He spat and slammed the door shut.
Harry shut his eyes as hard as he could, tears running down his cheeks. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! This must be a bad dream thanks to the tequila shots!
He gasped and froze when he felt a rough hand on his leg. "New ones mine!" A dark voice dangerously close and no doubt the owner of the hand barked. Harry shuddered and tried pulling away, but the grip grew stronger until Harry groaned pained.
He tried to lift his head and look down on himself, his vision and head now finally not fogged from the drugs anymore. Confusion turned into horror and angst. Through the hole where they had pulled his legs, he could see a man or more the crotch of a man. Harry tried to scotch backward to get away, but the restraints prevented him from that.
The tears started to roll down his cheeks in streams and he sobbed. Drool due to the gag ball running down his chin. Why? Why him?
The man started to open his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Harry let his head fall back and screw his eyes shut again. He tried to say something, tell the man, no, but the gag ball was in the way.
In the background, he started to hear moans and groans as the sound of skin slapping against skin started to sound through the room. His eyes widened in horror, this was some kind of glory hole!
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