Stockholm Syndrome (Narry Boyxboy)

{5}

Niall

I was the last one to leave work, and of course I had no ride and was walking home at 11:00 at night. The weather was freezing and if I didn't know any better I would say it was going to snow soon. The walk home consisted of me shivering and pulling my coat impossibly closer to myself whilst cursing under my breath about how lame my car was and how I should have just taken a damn bus.

I was walking down town so I felt somewhat safe, at least I knew there were witnesses around me. I passed a pub and only one man was outside smoking a cigarette, even he looked freezing cold. I passed one of London's night clubs, there wasn't anyone outside besides the bouncer and a couple people probably dealing drugs in the ally next to it.

I'm not dumb, I know not to go down allies at this time of night. Even if it is a short cut. Which it isn't....

I continued walking with my hands in my arm pits and my coat wrapped tight around me. I tried to walk faster in hopes I might warm up, but it wasn't really working.

I was nearly three blocks away from my flat when I heard someone behind me. I turned my head quickly to see who it was and then I kept walking. I didn't know who it was and it didn't seem as if they were following me. It was someone with a large coat and gloves on, they had a beanie on and I couldn't see their face. They paid no attention to me so I didn't assume anything of it.

They kept coughing behind me, and I began to wander if it was some hobo with bronchitis or something. I turned around to ask the man if he was okay (because I was stupid enough to do so) and as I began to speak he looked up.

"Are you okay?" I asked. I didn't recognize the man, I didn't feel unsafe or anything. He stopped walking, and he just starred at me.

"Are you okay, sir?" I repeated myself.

I gasped when I felt a pair of cold hands grab me. One hand was holding a cloth and it was draped over my face. I inhaled what ever was on that cloth and struggled to breath. Was I dying?

Shit!

I struggled to release myself from the strangers grip but I was loosing consciousness. I felt sicker than sick, I was ready to throw up everything I've eaten this year when I heard a voice say, "Open the van." And that's when I blacked out.

***

When I woke up I was in a room with my hands tied behind my back. I was laying on a bed, face down in the pillows with nothing on but my boxers. I panicked, I tried not to make any noise incase someone else was in the room but the sound of my heart beat was a dead give away that I was awake and officially panicking.

I rolled my head to the side, trying to get a better look at where I was but the room was too dark. The only light was the sun trying to push its way through the closed curtains that covered a tiny window on the wall. I was guessing I was in a basement maybe? The walls were cement and the room was rather cold. I could not see anything else, and for that I just closed my eyes.

Not even ten minuets later there was someone coming into the room. I tried to see who it was by habit, but before I could figure out where to look a blind fold had been placed over my eyes. My breathing increased and I panicked.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"What are you doing?" I was panicking, the anxiety building inside of me and giving me a head ache.

"Just be quiet. It'll be over in a minuet."

I freaked. That was it. I began to squirm, trying to free myself.

"Knock it off!" The voice yelled. I received a slap to my face and something hard hit my head. I cursed and then stopped moving, I was trying my hardest not to pass out. But maybe if I just passed out, this situation wouldn't seem so bad.

My boxers were pulled down, leaving me naked to this random stranger. My heart was beating out of my chest, I couldn't breath let alone move.

"Please." I whispered, unable to speak. I heard a cap open and I knew what it was. Lube. The stranger had propped me up on my knees and then spread the lube around. I began to cry into the pillows. This was my worst nightmare.

"Please! Stop!" I could hardly hear myself, it was too hard to talk.

"This will be quick." And without notice, the stranger had entered me from behind.

I cried into the pillow, letting myself stretch and get use to the burning sensation. It stung for I haven't had sex in months and this person was rather huge.

"Please stop." I cried.

"Oh god. Your ass is so tight." He moaned. I cried, this was terrible. I wasn't enjoying any of this.

"Stop." I sobbed.

"Shut up!" I received another slap to my face, causing me to cry harder into the pillow. My ass stung as my kidnapper continuously pounded into my back side.

"Fuck. I'm gonna come." He moaned into the back of my neck. I cried, I cried so hard into the pillows. Silent tears escaping my eyes as this man continuously raped me.

"Ah!" He was rather loud as he let his load go into the condom. Making loud grunting noises while doing so. I felt so violated and awkward. I couldn't even see who this was. I didn't know anything about this person besides the fact they were a man, and they were gay. Maybe they were bi... I honestly don't know.

"Fuck! God that was so good." He moaned as he pulled from my backside.

"I'll put your boxers on for you." He said. His tone was softer as he slid my boxers back up my legs. I sobbed into the pillows, the blind fold catching all my tears.

"Why are you doing this?" I cried into my pillow.

"Because I want you, Niall. And I will have you."

How did they know my name?

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'll bring you something to eat in a little bit. And I'll bring you something for your bum." I received a light slap to my bum, making me jump.

"Please take this blind fold off."

"No."

"The ropes. Please my arms are cramping." I begged. Something had to be taken off.

"How do I know you won't take your blindfold off?" He asked me.

"Please!" I sobbed into my pillow.

The ropes were untied and my hands were free. I moved my arms in front of me, letting my shoulders stretch out. It felt nice to have my hands untied. I knew it wouldn't last long, but it was nice to be able to use my hands.

The sound of the door closing made me slip the blind fold from my eyes, getting a better look at my surrounding.

I cried.

That's all I did, nothing else.

What else could I do?

I've been kidnapped and I can not escape.

So I cried.

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{A/N} first authors note! I just wanna say that this smut was soooooo bad and I'm sorry! I've never written gay smut before, this is my first time and I've defiantly never written rape before... So I'm sorry that it sucked so bad! And sorry for not uodating, I've been going through some shit...

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