This is a fictional story involving characters 18+. It contains strong scenes. If it's not for you move on. If you like it, happy wanking.
Where exactly am I?
I remember going out for drinks after a difficult day at work. I sort of remember saying enough is enough after about 7 pints, 3ish shots and maybe a beer or two.
I left the bar and started walking home. Or did I? Maybe I went to Andy's house?
I walked on, don't remember the rest.* Why am I having trouble seeing? * *What's wrong with my legs? . Despite my effort to try and open my eyes, I can't see.
Am I fucking blindfolded?
Without my sight my other senses pick up the slack. I can feel a warm, intermittent breeze across my bare bum. Jesus, what did I do with my damn pants? Where are they?
"Morning buddy; I thought you wouldn't wake up for a while"
I hear a deep, smooth voice. It's hard to tell what side it's coming from. It has an authoritative sound to it, a note of command, a hint of danger.
"Where am I?"
"Shut up, you're in my barn now slut"
I recoil in shock, in doing so I discover I can't move my legs or my arms. They feel heavy. It kinda feels like I'm on one of those things gymnasts use for vaulting. I can feel and smell the solid wood beneath me. The wood smells of linseed oil and something else, sweat maybe.
"You might be wondering where you are"
"No-one knows you're here. No-one can hear you. No escape has been successful yet".
"No-one cares.
I hear footsteps circle to the front of me. Silence. Then the warm breath against my ear I hear a soft, dangerous whisper "You try to escape, I'll kill ya. You bite my cock, I'll kill ya. You hurt my friends in any way, shape or form, I'll kill ya".
"DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME YOU FUCKING MAGGOT. YOUR ASRSE is MINE
He screams into my ear, assaulting my poor ear drum.
I briefly hear a whistle before an unholy stinging burn is unleashed on my naked butt cheek. I never heard the second whistle. If only now was I aware of how damn much I would come to hate that sound I would vomit. I'd rather suck some stranger's dirty, smelly cock and swallow their putrid, salty load than hear that sound. All I hear is the sound of leather hitting flesh and my own hellish screams of pain. I've identified the other smell of the wood, it'sfear, mine to be exact.
Eventually the beatings stop. My arse burns and stings from the thrashing it received. I have been reliably informed it was a riding crop, a proper one.
With my head hanging in exhaustion I feel something cold against my neck.
"Feel that?, That is a razor sharp Fairburn Sykes World War 2 commando knife against your neck. Any moment I could turn it sideways and slit your throat. You'd bleed out and no-one could save you."
"LIFT YOUR FUCKING HEAD AND OPEN YOUR BLOODY GOB"
I struggle to comply.
"Hold it steady and wide open Princess" as I hear the unmistakable hiss of a zipper.
Jesus no I don't want this not this fuck no fuck he's going to make me suck his cock.
"Remember the knife" as my hair is grabbed in a fistful and I feel something hard yet soft brush against my lips. It invades my virgin mouth and tastes musky. Urrgh I gag as more of his length pushes in, deeper. I can feel the bulging head of his dick filling my mouth, making me drool. His veiny girth stretching my lips. Every vein and bump rubs against my lips as he pushes it all in while I gag and spit. Fuck I can't breathe
I wretch as he pulls out.
Two thumbs faintly smelling and tasting of motor oil invade my mouth and forcing it wide open. Extended like a boa constrictor eating a rabbit HE jams his cock back in my mouth all the way to his pubic hair. In and out he fucks my mouth while I cry inside. I can feel his meat fucking me like a pussy and the head pushing into my throat. The more I drool, the easier it gets.
If I suck a bit on the way out it keeps my slobber in place.
After a while HE lets go if my hair and grabs my ears. HE picks up pace and starts pushing his cock to my limits. Faster and deeper he pushes,my tongue massaging the bottom of his shaft,holding on with greedy desire as he fucks my mouth. My drool coating his length as my lips wrap around his veiny girth. I can feel his prick periodically twitch with my tongue and lips.
His hands squeeze my ears tight as HE grunts and jerks. His cock twitches in the depths of my throat as I feel it pulse load after thick load down my neck. His salty cum fills my mouth and threatens to choke me. I have no choice. He still has his cock lodged in my mouth. I swallow the best I can, I gulp it down in two disgusting gulps.
I can feel it coating my lips and throat.
I burn with shame. Please kill me now
I must have fallen asleep at some stage because I'm awakened by a freezing cold jet of water blasting my body all over. It sends shivers up my spine as icy riverlets run down my legs. To my embarrassment I discover I am fully naked and not just pantless as I first thought. I can feel the cold water shrivelling my balls, drawing them tight against my body. I try to recoil against the assault and find I'm still restrained by the "horse".
"Morning my obedient cock sucker" my captor calls out .
Gradually the temperature of the water changes from freezing cold to pleasantly warm. I can feel the jet focused on my butt hole, stimulating the nerves in my ring. I feel a twitch of my traitorous cock as it hardens. That is as far as it goes, something is wrapped around my cock, restricting its growth.
With a click the water stops and I hear a clang of metal on metal. I feel a pair of strong, rough hands grab my cheeks and give them a squeeze, spreading them wide, almost painfully so. I feel something rough and bristly almost like a brillo pad behind me. Then something soft licks at my hole.
Jesus fuck no not this this sick fuck is licking my arsehole why would anyone do that?
HIS tongue circles my hole in a smooth rhythm dipping in deeper, probing it's way in. In and out his tongue slides. Against my wishes I admit it feels good and much to my dismay, I find myself pushing against the stubble and trying to ride his tongue like a dirty whore. I shamefully let out a moan as HE picks up the pace and furiously laps at my hole. It seems to drive him mad because I can feel his own moans through the flesh of my butt cheeks. I've lost track of time and don't want to admit it felt good.
Suddenly it stops; and I'm disappointed. I hear a hawking sound followed by phoot. Something warm and wet lands between my cheeks. It dribbles down my sensitive hole and onto my balls.
It dawns on me as to what is going to happen next. He's going to fuck me, invade me against my will. The sick fuck is going to sodomize me and rape me. I rail against the idea and thrash madly against my restraints, rocking back and forth trying to free myself. It is useless and I am trapped. I scream and scream until my throat hurts. I can feel the straps digging into my wrists and ankles, holding me tight.
"Hold steady Meat, you're not going anywhere. I have to loosen you up and get you used to taking a cock"
I start sobbing as I feel a squirt of something cold on my hole, I'm only assuming he has put some lube on me, who knows.
I flinch when he presses the head of of his shaft against my hole and I try to squeeze shut to deny him. It is useless as he keeps pushing. The bulbous head works it's way inside causing an unusual burning sensation that stretches me open. With a push of his hips he succeeds in entering me and holds still. My sphincter spasms in response trying to repel his cock. Slowly he he pushes on, filling me with his cock.
"Fuck it hurts"
HIS hands grab my hips as he bottoms out and I feel his wiry pubic hair rub against my cheeks. Quickly he pulls out and pop, I feel empty and the need to shit. My relief is short lived as he rams back into me and starts fucking me vigorously, driving into my arse. Each stroke pushing me against my bonds. His cock rubs against something sensitive inside me because my cock twitches in its cage and a warm feeling in my belly makes itself known. I feel frustrated that my cock can't get fully hard and to my disgust I can feel pre-cum oozing out my slit.
Faster and faster he fucks me, burying himself in my arse, doing me like a cheap whore as his cock slides in and out of my slippery hole. I start moaning each time he brushes my prostate and elicits a cock twitch. "This is somehow better than being mouth fucked. At least I can breath"
He slows down a bit and I can hear him grunt and moan as he uses my arse. His grip on my hips tighten and I feel his thick, long cock twitch inside me. With a beastial roar he rams his cock as deep as it will go and holds still. His cock pulsates inside me, filling me with his seed. Each spurt of his cock unleashes more cum, filling me up. He pulls back slightly and pushes forward driving his hot load deeper into my bowels. He pulls out after with a plop and I feel his warm cum dripping out my arse and dribbling it's way down my balls and leg. My arse burns along with the shame that I can feel burning in my cheeks and I start sobbing afresh.
"Congratulations, you didn't shit yourself. Most fresh meat virgins shit themselves after I fuck them. Sure, you might have fucked some pussy back in college but I sure as shit bet you've never been fucked before, have you Boy?"
"You're a real, regular sissy faggot bitch now Boy. A boy pussy is what you is"
"Now shut up and listen, listen real carefully" as I hear footsteps come towards my head.
"Remember the knife" as something cold settles against my throat.
"Normally I'd threaten to slit your throat, but now you just might take me up on that offer now's you just been fucked huh?"
"Wells I have some different motivation". Something pointy and sharp is put near the bottom of my right eye and digs in painfully.
"I could slit your throat but I'm giving you a choice here Boy. Its been a while since you last saw daylight. Suck my cock clean and don't bite me OR I pop one of your eyes out. Just like the lid off a bottle of sody pop she'll go poppp"
"DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?"
I go to nod and feel the prick of the knife in my eye socket.
"Good, I'm glad we had this talk and understand each other. Now, I want to feel some enthusiasm, I want you to suck every square inch of me clean. I want it spick and span. Suck it like your sight depends on it. Now open wide Princess"
I open my mouth wide as I feel his shriveled, slimy cock being fed into my mouth. I recoil at the salty, musty taste as his cum, the lube and my own shit settles on my tongue. In reflex I almost gag and retch but think of the knife against my eye; my soft, sensitive and very vulnerable eye.
I pretend I'm detailing a car and start sucking. I push his foreskin back with my lips and suck on the head eliciting a shiver and a moan from my captor. Circling the fat head with my tongue I polish this God forsaken cock and push it deeper into my mouth. I sob gently as I slurp on his meat, sucking it in and out. The taste is foul yet I gulp it down to the point of almost gagging.
It gets more difficult because I can feel his cock getting hard and filling my gob yet I keep sucking, licking and slurping.
I must be doing something right because I can hear HIS filthy moans as he pulls out and starts jerking his meat. After a short time he grunts and I feel his hot load blast my face in three thicks spurts as it runs down my face and coats my lips, I can taste the saltiness and lick my lips out of reflex.
"Good, now suck it clean again"
"Do you want to see, or do you want to eat?"
I'm too shocked to think about it clearly. When did I last eat? I can hear and feel my stomach growling and it can't be long before hunger cramps start attacking my empty stomach. The only thing to have passed my lips in God knows how long is my captor's cum when he fucked my mouth and emptied his sack down my neck.
"I just want to go home" I cry weakly. I have a second of hearing that dreaded whistle to process the sound before pain explodes in my right cheek followed shortly by another whistle and and a searing pain in my left cheek. Another two brisk whacks the sadistic cunt clips each of my ears leaving my head ringing.
A whisper in my ear says "I asked if you would like to eat or see!. Are you hungry or would you rather see your new home?" He asks with menace.
At this stage I'd rather die but I don't think death will be coming for me anytime soon.
I haven't seen anything since I blacked out on my way home from the pub. Losing my sight has me disoriented as hell and confused. All I can feel is the numbness in my arms, legs and feet. My hands tingle from lack of circulation and it will be a bitch if I try to hold something. I can still feel HIS cum leaking out of my poor abused, gaping hole. To make it worse with the cum dripping out of me, I know what it tastes like.
"I want to eat" I say, embarrassed by the whiny tone in my voice.
WHACK The inside of my thigh receives a stinging blow.
"I want to eat, please"
WHACK My other thigh now matches the other one. I feel the crop rest against my scrotum and a feeling of horror and dread fills my stomach. He taps the crop softly, tap, tap…….tap, tap, tap…….tap. With each pause I expect him to rain a heavy blow down upon my exposed ball sack.
"Think real careful Boy about your next answer. What do you want?"
"I would like to eat Sir" I say as I cringe at the last word leaving my lips, wondering if I said the right thing, hoping he does hit me in the balls.
"Good, now we are learning something. Don't you feelproud?. I might just give you a gold star. Do you deserve a FUCKING cookie. If you were a FUCKING GIRL SCOUT I'd give you a bloody badge". Leaning in close I feel his warm breath on my ear. What I hear next scares me; it's not so much the words themself but more the cadence and the way HE says them.
"I have to teach you one more valuable lesson before you eat. You must have thought getting hit in the balls was the worst feeling you could experience, am I right?" I feel this is rhetorical and nod my agreement. "You must have thought sucking a cock was pretty bad I bet"
"Yes..Sir" I answer and hear him chuckle a bit.
"Now this is for your own good. You need to know it gets worse. I need you afraid, do YOU UNDERSTAND?" He ends with a yell.
"Good"
I don't hear the whistle before the riding crop connects with the soles of my feet, raining blow after blow. An unholy pain explodes from my feet. My body jackknifes in response and tries to recoil in fear. It would be comical if I wasn't naked and tied to a wooden bench with my cock in a cage and some stranger's cum leaking out my arse and dripping onto the hay covered floor of a barn. Jesus fucking christ it hurts. I can feel my toes curling as they try to protect my feet. And yet still HE continues while I scream, knowing that no-one will help me, no-one cares!
He stops in the end, leaving me a pain wracked, crying mess. Agony is my identity and suffering is my personality. I try uselessly to curl up in the fetal position and hug myself but I can't.
I feel something course wrap itself around my neck and hear a click as HIS strong, calloused hands fumble briefly at the back of my my neck and I hear the click of a padlock. Something hard and cold slithers it's way partly down my spine and settles in the small of my back.
"It's a chain, a leash"
"Come on Pig, it's feeding time"
"Come on Pig, it's feeding time"
The phrase runs around inside my head. What does this guy want?
I hear a metallic ratcheting sound as my "horse" slowly starts tilting back inducing a sense of vertigo. I hear a snapping hiss and am unceremoniously dumped on the hay covered, dirt floor. My limbs scream with the shock of electricity as circulation returns, tingling all the way to my fingertips .
"Now crawl" I hear as I feel a jerk on the leash. I'm led on my hands and knees with the collar threatening to choke me if I don't keep up. My hand lands in something soft and mushy; I try not to think too hard as to what it is.
"Stop"
A jingle of keys and a clank proceeds the sound of a heavy, wooden door squealing open. For some reason I believe I can smell fresh linen and soap ?
"There's 3 wide steps and a flat in front of you Boy, crawl up until there's no more steps". The wooden steps creak as I blindly crawl up and HE jerks me to a stop.
He pushes on the back my head and ties my collar to the deck with a rattle of the chain. I'm hunched over on my hands and knees with my arse pointing to the sky. I feel his hands between my thighs and with a soft click my cock falls free of its cage. Relief washes through me and for some reason my balls stop hurting. It's almost like I'm a teenager with blue balls and need to bust a load.
With a ceramic scrape something slides under my face. I can smell it and it smells divine. I haven't eaten in over a day I imagine and my tummy hurts with anticipation. I can smell potatoes, minced meat and something else.
"Eat"
I start eating like a dog and I don't care. I bury my face in the bowl and scarf down mouthful after delicious mouthful. I gulp it down barely chewing, just swallowing. When the food hits my belly it hurts but I keep eating anyway. As I'm eating I feel HIS hand grab my cock firmly. He's not rough, just holding it in his lubed up hand.
Why is it lubed up?
I don't care, I need to eat.
Slowly and gently he starts pulling my cock, pulling my foreskin back and rubbing his thumb over the glans; it sends shivers down my spine and my legs almost buckle. As he glides his hand down my shaft he gently squeezes, milking my cock with his palm. Occasionally he rubs his palm over the head of my dick and I briefly see stars. It's not long before I'm moaning. This is probably the best handjob I've ever had. I feel his other hand start caressing my balls and cupping them in his palm. He gives a gentle squeeze, bordering on the painful while he rubs them. Up and down his slippery hand glides over my cock bringing me closer to the edge. I forget about the food and focus on this man bringing glorious pleasure to my cock. I feel his tongue probing at my hole, lapping away. Up and down he strokes my cock, a little bit faster, gripping it a little bit more firmly. In and out his tongues slides until it stops. I hear the sound of spitting followed by his thumb entering my arse. It doesn't hurt so bad this time around. He presses firmly on my prostate causing my cock to twitch in his grip, I bite my bottom lip in divine pleasure. It almost feels like I'm going to cum every time he presses that magical button and my balls ache deliriously with pleasure and the need to cum.
"God I need to cum badly…..but am I allowed?"
"Please Sir can I cum?"
"Yes Pig, you can cum"
He increases the pace, jerking my cock faster and faster. I feel my balls jiggling around while he focuses entirely upon my cock while he resumes tongue fucking my hole and burying his face between my cheeks. I let out a strangled moan as my balls tighten up and my cock starts to jerk, I can't hold on any more. With one final stroke I feel the orgasm within me explode and I grunt/moan as I feel the cum shooting out of my cock, each spurt sending a big, heavy rope of cum splashing onto the wood beneath me. My cock is super sensitive and twitching when I feel his lips wrap around my spent meat and start to suck me. He sucks me clean while I moan like dirty slut.
With a click I feel some slack in my leash as HE lets me go. I am free for now, still blind….but sort of free.
"Good night Pig. Rest up for tomorrow for you gunna be a busy boy".
I hear the door creak and slam shut behind me. With a jingle and and clank He locks me up. I am no freer that I was before yet I have had some food. It hurts to sit down because I have been fucked. I have sucked a cock against my my will. I swallowed his cum in fear of choking. I am lost and don't know what to feel, if anything, I feel broken. I will suck cock again just to not lose my sight, I will let someone fuck me just so I can eat. One thing HE said earlier still bugs me.
"What did he means by 'friends' ?"
I stumble blindly on my hands and knees in the darkness, groping blindly before me with an outstretched arm. I find two walls and the door before I discover the bed. A simple double mattress in a box frame resting on the ground. I crawl beneath a cozy feather doona and two luxurious flannelette sheets and rest my weary head upon an amazingly soft pillow. It's not long before sleep claims me, a long awaited friend drawing me into its warm embrace. I drift off with thoughts of confusion and despair fogging my mind. I unknowing suck my thumb as I did as a small child, waiting for the Boogeyman.
"Is he real?" "Yes he is" I decide as I know no more.
In the land of slumber I hear a foreign sound from the outside world intrude upon my waking dreams. Knock knock
"It's time to wake up"
I go to open my eyes and realise I can't see. It wasn't a nightmare. The horror dawns on me that what I thought was a horrible and twisted dream did indeed happen. I can't help but let out a long, pitiful howl of despair bordering on madness and filled with pain.
"ON YOUR KNEES BITCH AND KNEEL BEFORE ME. REMEMBER THE KNIFE AND REMEMBER THE FOOD"
I struggle to kneel and feel myself swaying slightly.
"HANDS AT YOUR SIDES AND REMEMBER THE CROP"
The head gear is removed and my newfound sight is assaulted by the blinding brightness of the world. Starbursts of light invade my eyes and I squint in pain, I swear I can almost hear the light.
Before me stands a man, a large man, a terrifying man. He must be six foot four at least. Heavy leather boots with big buckles encase his feet, his legs are covered by olive drab army pants. A thick black leather apron hangs from his waist while a slight, bulging belly hangs above it.
"Is that what blacksmiths wear?"
His muscled pecs stand proud and defined, covered as they are in tattoos.
His broad shoulders sit below a thick neck and I can see the muscles bulging beneath the skin of his arms; they too are covered in tattoos. His tatts form a spiral pattern around his arms working it's way across his pecs. Screaming skulls, ghostly flames, twisted trees along with fish and birds cover this man from the waist to his neck.
A short 3 day beard covers his strong, square jaw. The eyes hit me, the most vibrant blue I have ever seen. They draw me into their depths like a glacier, holding me like a snake's prey, bluer than blue.
In his hand he is holding a collar connected to a shiny length of chain that ends with a padlock. The other hand holds the dreaded riding crop.
"Turn around"
I go to say something and think better of it, for I seen the knife in a leather sheath hanging from his belt. I almost didn't notice as it is obscured by the apron.
I turn around
I hear a thudding footstep and feel his strong arm wrap around my neck like a boa constrictor. His other hand darts forward and grabs my balls eliciting a squeak. He slowly starts crushing my balls in his hand, rolling them in his palm, each new angle sending a fiery bolt of pain into my stomach. No words, just him almost choking me and mangling my nuts. When he lets go I feel relief, that is until he slaps my balls with his palm. Tap, tap, SLAP….tap, tap, SLAP. During the onslaught I can feel the bile rising in my throat and I want to throw up. I know if I do it will bad. Sir would not like me throwing up. I swallow the bile down and feel it burn like acid.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? I just thought of HIM as Sir and he didn't even say anything. All he's doing is hurting me, for no damn reason "
"If you're a boy today and don't squeal or holla or bite no-one you'll get a bath, dinner and a bed with no blindfold. Do YOU understand?"
I gulp. "Yes Sir" and lower my eyes respectfully as he puts the head gear back on. Once more my sight is taken from me.
Without warning I'm jerked forward while I flail blindly and try not to lose my balance. I count the steps, 10 in total before I'm pulled to a halt. I feel his feet inside mine as he pushes me forward and I fall briefly before landing on the"horse" as it knocks the breath out of me. While gasping for air I feel my ankles and wrists being tied down. This time I feel a strap circling my waist holding me down further. Something cumbersome is wrapped around my neck and holds my head up slightly, I can smell the smell of new plastic of whatever is around my neck. Much later in my depraved captivity I'll learn that it is a neck brace for suspected spinal injuries.
I hear a click and a strange buzzing sound, it drones in my ear like a nest of angry hornets. Not long after I discover that this bastard is shaving my head. I feel my once luxurious curls falling free and leaving my shawn scalp exposed to the breeze. Click and he is finished. A soft pop is followed by something cold being squirted on my arsehole. It's lube. His thumb works it's way around my hole pushing the lube deeper inside me. For a brief second he rubs my prostate and sends a jolt of pleasure through me, then stops and pulls his thumb out. I almost want it back in me.