Andy and Sebastian

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains themes of kidnapping, rape, sexual assault, and torture ranging from mild / sexual to severe / intense.

Prologue

This story was originally written as a roleplay and some parts (specifically some by Andy's character) are credited to an anonymous rp partner. Also, I'm working on creating a more inclusive version of this story that's open to more readers so please stay tuned.

The next morning, Andy woke up shivering, as there was no blanket, and Sebastian was no longer in the room.

Sev returned with a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage, and biscuits — a traditional American breakfast. 

"Eat up," he said, handing the plate to his prisoner. "We've got a big day today."

Andy took the plate and ate his food quietly. As soon as he finished, Sev took the plate and put it by the door to the outside. 

"Let's go back next door," he said.

Andy got up and followed Sebastian through the door next to the bed. On the other side, he saw a scary-looking table in the shape of an X, with leather straps at each of the four ends. There was a larger, cushioned platform in the middle for Andy to rest his body and head on. Sev nodded and walked over to the table, gesturing for Andy to lay down.

Again, he hesitated, but ultimately obeyed. It was as easy as laying with his arms and legs spread out along the wood. 

Sev took the straps on the table and weaved them through the loops on Andy’s shackles, strapping him securely in place, and patted him on the stomach. 

"Comfy?” he asked.

Andy tugged at the straps, unable to move, and nodded, relaxing into the table.

"Good boy." Sev leaned down right next to his head and whispered into his ear, "I'm gonna have some real fun with you today." 

Andy could feel the hot moisture of his master’s breath against his neck, sending chills down his back and a little bit of blood to his groin. He whimpered in slight arousal and fear as his heart rate started to pick up.

Sebastian went into the closet in the back of the room and returned with a black, metal box and a foot-long metal rod, the thickness of a pinkie finger. He walked up between Andy’s legs and held up the rod, holding his limp dick in his hand and pointing the tips of each together.

Andy squirmed a bit on the table, staring at the rod. 

"Master?" he exhaled in a shaky and low voice, his face slightly twisted in confusion. He had an idea what was about to happen, and he didn’t like it one bit.

Sebastian smirked and started to insert the tip of the rod into Andy’s urethra, as slowly as he could possibly do it without stopping.

Andy threw his head back and panted wildly in pain, his fists balling up as he tugged on his restraints. 

"Please, please, please! Master, please, no! I'm a good boy — please stop, please," he begged and pleaded, wishing that his master would at the very least go easy on him.

Sebastian pushed the rod in deeper. The deeper it went, the thicker it felt. The pressure in Andy’s dick built up more and more — and not a good pressure — more like the kind that a dentist will warn about before drilling into your teeth. The metal inside his urethra burned intensely, as if the steel had microscopic little teeth on the surface that irritated his sensitive insides. Andy panted and tried to breathe deeply, fighting the loud, low groans and moans of pain that pushed from his throat.

"Just a little deeper..." Sev muttered. Nearly the entire 5-inch-long length of the rod had been inserted. At the end the rod thickened, then shrunk down, then thickened again, so the end of the hole on Andy’s dick closed around it tightly, not letting it go in either direction. The pain was still there, but wasn’t nearly as bad once the rod was static as when it was still moving inside him.

Andy panted as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck…” he cursed. “No more…”

Sev picked up the metal box from the ground, and Andy could see a wire hooked up to it, which was attached on the other side to the metal rod. The box had a number of dials and buttons on it. Sev turned one of the dials, and looked at the rod, waiting.

Andy started to feel a heat build up in his dickhole, similar to that in his ass the other night. His eyes widened as the realization hit what Sebastian was doing.

The heat got more and more intense, until it became a major burning sensation from the inside out. Sev turned the dial more, and the heat got progressively worse.

“No, no, please don't, master, please!" Andy cried as he felt the heat building up inside him. Tears started to stream down his cheeks as the pain became too much for him to keep them at bay.

110 degrees Fahrenheit now, Andy’s skin on the inside started to sear. 110 increased to 120, increased to 150. The rod was so deep inside his urethra, the heat from it started to heat up the fluid in his bladder. A burning smell filled the room, and the two of them could hear a slight sizzling sound.

Andy was screaming in pain and squirming wildly in his bindings. He sobbed hysterically without holding back, and tears puddled on the platform he was laying on.

“PLEASE! STOP!” he pleaded between sobs as he regained the breath from his screams.

Sev got up and kneeled next to Andy. Watching the boy suffer made his own dick stand upright, forming a sizable tent in his pants.

The heat increased as welts formed around the tip of Andy’s dick, red and wet and painful, but much worse on the inside.

The heat went up to 200 degrees, and Andy’s urine started to simmer, burning the inside of his flesh. Sebastian waited for a few minutes, soothingly rubbing his hand on the boy’s chest as he watched him scream and squirm in pain. All the flesh exposed to the rod was developing third-degree burns.

After a bit, Sev decided his boy had had enough, and turned off the electricity. He waited for it to cool before touching the rod and watched as Andy’s piercing screams and restrained thrashes slowly deescalated into sobbing, whimpering, and squirming.

As Sev saw Andy calm down into a snotty, teary, but relatively quiet mess, he hesitantly tapped his finger against the tip of the rod, jostling it a little. Feeling that it was cool, he grabbed the tip and started to slowly remove it from inside the boy’s urethra. 

Andy cried more as the rod rubbed against his raw and sweltering insides, his chest heaving and his head turning from side to side.

The rod was covered in blood and pinkish plasma. Sebastian wiped it with a tissue and set it aside, looking at Andy’s abused dick. The tip of it had red, oozing sores around it, and he still had a lot of burning going on inside him. 

"Time for me to show you something," Sebastian said, grabbing the attention of his victim. He stuck his thumb in his mouth, and Andy could hear a sick crunching sound as he bit into it, wincing. Blood started to pour down Sev’s hand and wrist. Quickly, he placed his hand against Andy’s dick, letting the blood drip down onto it.

Andy suddenly felt another intense pain — a different one, this time —starting at the tip of his dick and going down his urethra, into his bladder. His whole nether area tingled strangely as the burnt part burned in a whole new way.

Andy screamed again — not nearly as loud this time, but more of a strong exclamation of pain as he squirmed more in his bindings.

Eventually the pain subsided, and Andy felt an incredible sense of relief. The welts on his dick were gone, and there was no lingering pain as he was completely healed inside. All that was left was a subtle, pleasurable tingling in his dick. 

He panted and stared down at his cock, mostly confused but also amazed and intrigued. 

"What? What was that?" he asked breathily and relaxed his neck, closing his eyes and untensing his body.

"You've been healed, with my blood." Sebastian held his hand up where Andy could see it and the boy watched as the bite mark on his hand completely mended itself. "I'm not …  a normal human, like you."

“Not … human?” Andy repeated, spellbound by what just happened.

Sebastian sighed and put his face near Andy’s, curling his upper lip and baring his teeth. Inside his mouth, Andy could see two incredibly sharp-looking … Fangs? 

"Do you understand?" he asked, giving the kid space.

“You’re … a vampire?”

Sebastian nodded once. "You want to know why you're here, why I torment you the way I do?"

Andy’s eyes widened. He wanted to jerk his neck up, but was held back by the strap on his head. “Yes!” he shouted. “Yes, please tell me.”

"I'm thousands of years old. Thousands of years I've spent in this god forsaken world, with this wretched body." Sev took his thumbnail and dragged it against his cheek, creating a long, deep cut that mended itself after a few seconds. "I can't feel anything anymore. After being undead so long, feeling everything there is to feel, I've become numb to it all.

"Long ago, there was this underground society of vampires like me, where we would try everything we could to feel something -- anything. There was a lot of sex, lots of BDSM. But even that started to get dull after a while. It got to the point where I needed four guys and a car battery to get off.

"But now even that isn't enough. Nothing is. I would cut myself every day just to feel a little something. So in a desperate attempt before resorting to suicide, I tried one last thing. Torture. Not on myself, but on others. I kidnapped someone, just like you, and tortured her to death. And it was so arousing, so stimulating, that I was finally able to feel joy. And I devoted my life to getting that high again. Which is why you're here. You are the only thing that can satisfy me now."

Andy stalled as his brain tried to register everything he’d just heard. “So, basically you’re saying you’ve uprooted and ruined my entire life, and have me here, keeping me captive like a caged dog, never to see my loved ones again, just for a high?”

Sebastian’s expression twisted into that of frustration. "It's not just a high! A euphoria! It’s the feeling of being alive again! To feel mortal, gain back my humanity for just a little bit! I have a reason to live again!" Sev started to look crazed — dangerous, even, as he shouted, his face inches away from Andy’s. "And the best part is, it never gets old! Torturing myself, it became so pointless after a while, I couldn't feel it anymore! But this thrill, of seeing you squirm and beg for mercy and get hard for me, that has never faded. I've finally regained my humanity."

“You’re a monster!” Andy yelled back, daring to look his master in the eyes for the first time since he heard the rule. “You have no empathy! How can you gain back your humanity when you have none left? Doing this is making you less human than you were before! You’re gonna burn for your actions.”

Sebastian grabbed Andy by the chin, forcing him to look at him, and Andy could see the madness in his eyes. 

"I... Don't ... Care. Without this, I will go completely mad until I kill myself. Your suffering is my nourishment, and there's NOTHING you can do about it."

Andy’s eyeline fell, defeated. He was right. There was nothing he could do. All he could do was obey and try to lessen the man’s wrath by not giving him any reason to punish him. A miserable existence.

Sebastian stood and started to undo the straps holding Andy down. "In fact, today I plan on doing some obedience training, to turn you into a proper slave,” he continued. “Get yourself washed up, and I'll make lunch. When I return, I expect to see you on your hands and knees on that bed, ready to serve your master."

Andy sat up on the bench, and suddenly noticed that the lashes on his butt from the bamboo cane the other day had also been healed. 

“Yes, Master,” he responded in defeat.