From the Hidden Cupboard

Stolen

A/N -trigger warning: uh... it bad.  kidnapping, non cons, violence, sadism, the big r... yeah read at your own risk...

I thought because I was ugly that I was safe. It was what made me careless. I walked alone back and forth to school hundreds of times without thought. Even as I stared into the smiling face of my kidnapper, I was more confused than frightened when the needle went into my arm. I hardly felt it. I didn't think to fight. I wasn't even sure what was going on.

The trip was surreal to me. The drugs they gave me made me pliant and dazed. I couldn't understand what they were saying between them. I tried explaining that my parents weren't rich enough to pay a ransom, and it didn't even occur to me that they all showed me their faces during the whole thing. That meant I was never leaving, at least not alive or alone ever again.

I didn't know that at the time, but I would learn. I would learn things no one should ever know. First lesson was that a person can live in a very small space and survive on liquids. Second was that I could not disobey my captors without dire consequences. Third was that some people don't care what you look like, they just want a toy and they will pay to get one.

The first months were very hard on me. I was being cleaned out and readied for service, but of course I had no idea about all that. I felt like I was being starved and tortured. I was given foul things to drink that made me spew my guts and empty my bowels. I was tied up and had water forced inside me, over and over again. If I resisted or refused, then they beat me until they could just force me to anyways.

I tried begging them to feed me or be gentle with me. They told me to save it for the clients. I didn't even know what they meant at the time. When the day came that I left my tiny prison I was relieved, but I shouldn't have been. I was left hanging by my wrists in a room with no windows and one door that bolted from both sides. It had tables against one wall draped with cloths to hide what was on them.

Someone had filled me up with something before they left and it was running into my underwear and down my leg. I looked around when I heard the door open, but my back was facing it so I couldn't see who it was. I just heard the footsteps as they drew nearer. The person reached around and put a cloth over my eyes so I couldn't see a thing.

I was scared. I heard the rustle of cloth and then I felt the cold of metal against my skin. I heard a snipping noise as my clothes fell away piece by piece. I whimpered and the person patted my head. I was cold now, stuck hanging in the middle of the room, naked and afraid. A finger trailed in the liquid that ran down my leg.

"Are you a virgin, little man?" The voice was male, and a little mocking. I nodded hesitantly, wondering why he was asking such a thing. "Mmm, good. Glad to know I am getting my money's worth." I opened my mouth to speak, but he used it as an opportunity to shove something hard between my lips. It was a gag that he strapped tightly about my head.

It was uncomfortable. More so though was the way the unknown man ran his hands across my body gently. My skin crawled with the cold air and the hot hands of an unfamiliar entity. I tried to squirm but it made my wrists hurt and the hand pulled away to smack me harshly for my efforts. I felt the cold drip of liquid on my stomach and tensed.

A hand wrapped around my privates and fondled them. I couldn't even manage a protest around my gag. I shook my head no, hoping beyond hope it would stop. It didn't. In fact, I was humiliated by the realisation that they were making me hard. The tugging strokes were building the feeling inside me against my will. It made my stomach tighten in dread.

How was it possible that they could do this to me? Was I so out of control of even my own body that I couldn't make it stop? I felt my tears wetting the blindfold around my eyes. I heard the man snicker and he let go of my d*ck. I felt the pinch of something wrap around it now, it dug in painfully as he put it on me.