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. The subject of the first two chapters, bc of the original intent of the story, are directly inspired by other erotica I've read online in the past. Unfortunately, I looked everywhere and was unable to find the stories that I essentially stole from. If anybody knows what I'm talking about and is able to find them, please message me and I will link and credit the original authors immediately. I tried to come up with something to replace the first few chapters for the sake of publishing the story, but was simply unable to come up with anything that was such a perfect and hooking segue into the meat of the story. Finally, I'm working on creating a more inclusive version of this story that's open to more readers so please stay tuned.

Blugosi: Hey. :) Wyd?

DeusexAndy: Nm, you?

Blugosi: Same. :p

Blugosi: Bored, lol.

DeusexAndy: haha that sucks ;)

Blugosi: Can… I ask you something?

DeusexAndy: Sure…? Am I in trouble?

Blugosi: Nonono, it’s not that.

Blugosi: Would you be completely mad at me if I told you I was actually a guy?

DeusexAndy: …..

DeusexAndy: are you serious?

Blugosi: … Maybe.

Blugosi: Are you gonna ghost me now?

DeusexAndy: *sigh* no. I wish you would’ve told me sooner.

Blugosi: I’m sorry.

DeusexAndy: it’s okay. I kinda had a slight suspicion, honestly.

Blugosi: I may have dropped some hints.

Blugosi: Do… you wanna see it?

DeusexAndy: I mean…. idrk.

Blugosi: Are you gay?

Blugosi: I mean, bi, obviously.

DeusexAndy: No. I mean, I don’t think I am. I don’t know tbh.

Blugosi: That’s okay. You have plenty of time to explore. And I’m here to support you. :)

DeusexAndy: Thanks :)

It was just like any weekend morning. Andy woke up briefly for a bit, decided he was still tired, and went back to sleep. When his eyes opened a second time, he noticed his room was darker than usual. Was it still nighttime? He felt like he’d been asleep for long enough that it should be day by now. Unless he slept the whole day. He was laying on his back, which was an unusual position for him. He almost always slept on his side, although occasionally he’d wake up on his stomach. Andy shifted his weight as he tried to turn onto his side, but found that he couldn't move. His position started to fade into view as the realization hit. His wrists and ankles were spread wide, held in place by leather cuffs. He was completely naked with no blanket to cover him or protect him from the chill of the room around him. As his vision came into focus, Andy could see a dark room with only a single lightbulb dangling from a chord in the ceiling.

“Hello?” Andy called as he craned his neck to get a better view of the unfamiliar room. Looking past his naked body, he noticed a tall figure in a darkened corner.

“Ah, you’re awake,” the figure spoke as he stepped into the light. It was a man, fit but not overly muscular, with light skin and locks of straight back hair and a black goatee. He had a straight poker face, but Andy noticed a very small tug at the corner of his lip as he smirked subtly.

He felt an urge to ask the kind of questions that one has in a situation like this — “Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?” But he held his tongue. He knew they wouldn’t be answered right away, but he’d eventually find out. And he didn’t want to look stupid and generic. Why did he care at all what this person thought of him? He didn’t know, but he cared.

Despite this, there was one question he just couldn’t push out of his head. He had to ask, “What are you gonna do to me?”

"All will be revealed shortly." The man moved around next to the bed and placed a hand on Andy’s stomach, sending a rigid chill up his back. "First, a few rules."

Andy’s flesh started to heat up as a swelling anxiety built inside him, and beads of sweat formed on his pale skin. He was 20 years old and a bit on the scrawny side, with straight, brown hair that came halfway down his neck and highlighted his perky, green eyes.

“Rules?” He repeated nervously. “Well, what are they?”

The man sat down on the bed next to Andy and stroked his belly and chest gently.

"Rule number one: I am your master, and you will address me as such. Understand? This is when you say 'yes, Master.’”

Andy gulped audibly. No, he didn’t want to play Into this sick game. He wanted to close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else; somewhere safe. But at the same time, he was practically paralyzed with fear. His heart was beating heavily in his chest — hard enough he could feel it thumping. And he figured the man could, too, as his hand moved up and down his chest and stomach. It felt soothing on his skin, and yet heightened his anxiety tenfold.

“I … I….” Andy whimpered indecisively.

As the man’s hand went over Andy’s chest, he gave his left nipple a sudden, harsh pinch and twist, stretching it out away from his body roughly. 

"Try that again?" he asked suggestively.

Andy moaned suddenly — not a moan of pleasure, but more like a gentle yelp of surprise and pain, followed by a soft groan as his back arched upwards with the man’s fingers to try and alleviate the pain.

“Y-yes, Master,” he muttered, as his only goal in that moment was to make the pain go away.

The man let go of Andy’s nipple and rubbed it in small circles, causing any lingering ache to fade away.

“Good boy,” he said, continuing to rub and gently flick Andy’s nipples until they were hard and erect. "As your master, you are my slave, and as such you will do everything I say without hesitation. That's rule number two."

Andy whimpered as his situation settled in his mind even further. It’d been less than two minutes since he woke up, and he still hadn’t quite adjusted. 

Before even realizing that he hadn’t responded, the man suddenly took ahold of Andy’s other nipple and gave it that same pinch and twist.

“‘Yes, Master…?’” he prompted.

Andy yelped again and quickly barked, “Yes, Master!”

The man let go again. “Rule number three — the last one for now — You are never to look me in the eye unless I tell you to or turn your chin up like this.” Sev put his finger under Andy’s chin and tilted it upwards, and the boy’s eyes automatically darted towards his.

“Yes, Master,” Andy sheepishly answered again, knowing the alternative.

Sev let go of Andy’s chin and smiled. "I'm going to untie you now. This was just so you wouldn't make a run for it soon as you woke up. Speaking of which--" He shot Andy a warning glare. "Don't even think about it."

Andy nodded, wanting nothing more than to be released from being bonded and exposed.

The man started to undo Andy’s bonds, removing the leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles from the ropes keeping them tethered, but leaving the cuffs on him. He also put a black dog collar around his neck and attached a matching leash. 

"Follow me," he ordered.

Andy swung his legs around the side of the bed and stood up, following the direction of the leash. His hands immediately went down to cover his groin, even though there was nothing left to hide. He figured he’d probably already had a full examination when he was unconscious. A shudder ran up his back at the thought.

Andy quickly took a look around him, wanting to get a good view of the room. To his right, he saw a heavy, steel door bolted to the wall. If it was locked, which it almost certainly was judging by the ID swipe on the wall, there was no possible chance of escaping through it.

On the wall to the left, he noticed a diverse assortment of instruments of minor pain hanging from the hooks; floggers of all sizes and materials, paddles, and even a whip. And next to that was a full-sized bedroom dresser.

The strange man was leading Andy to the other end of the room, opposite the bed. A set of wooden stocks stood five feet from the wall.

The man unhooked the leash from Andy’s collar. “Go ahead,” he encouraged.

Andy hesitated and wondered what would happen to him if he refused the order. Surely nothing good, but once he was in the stocks, he would be completely exposed to any kind of torment. Not sure what to do, Andy froze up and pinned himself to the spot he was standing in.

“I’ll make myself clearer,” the man said in a more authoritative voice, giving Andy a firm, threatening smack on the ass. “Get. In. The. Stocks.”

Andy recoiled from the unwelcome touch and sunk down to his knees, facing the stocks. He sat down on the floor and held his knees in his arms, wanting to make himself as small as possible and hide his vulnerability.

The stranger grabbed a fistful of Andy’s hair and yanked with incredible strength, forcing him up to his feet as he exclaimed in pain. Still holding him by the hair, the man pulled Andy backwards towards him so his face was right up against his ear.

“I don’t want to have to tell you again, boy,” he hissed. His free hand made its way up Andy’s chest and pinched his right nipple threateningly, enough to make him wince in pain. “For disobeying me twice you’re already at twenty lashes. Would you like to make it thirty?”

Andy whimpered loudly, his knees barely supporting him as his weight was almost entirely hanging from the clump of hair in the man’s grip.

The man pinched harder, causing Andy to groan loudly. “That is per cheek,” he spat, enunciating each consonant incredibly clearly, causing Andy’s stomach to drop as the fear settled in further. 

Lashes of what? he wondered, remembering the whip on the wall, next to the floggers.

He nodded as much as he could with his head being held in place, his sudden goal now to be released from this grip and to lessen his punishment as much as he could. 

“Y-yes, Master,” he muttered, before remembering the question. “I mean — no, Master, I don’t want that.”

The man let go of Andy and threw him to the floor. He got up to his knees and stood up as fast as he could, then bent over and put his neck and arms in the stocks obediently. 

The top piece of wood came down and he was locked into place securely. Andy felt his stomach rumble as the anxiety settled into his lower intestine, and his breathing became shaky to keep up with his racing heartbeat.

The man moved around behind Andy and squatted down, putting his hands on the insides of his thighs. 

“Spread those legs, boy,” he ordered.

Andy hesitated again, but the thought of being punished further prompted him to obey.

He felt them being spread further as a spreader bar was shoved between his ankles and attached to the leather cuffs that were already there. Andy’s back arched upward as he recoiled from the feeling of his bits dangling, clear as day, completely exposed to any kind of treatment his captor desired to inflict on them. And in that moment, another thought crossed his mind. Bent over and held in place by the stocks, his ass was just as vulnerable as the rest of him. And the thoughts that followed that… They made him pucker in apprehension.

The next thing Andy felt was a firm tug on his balls as the man grabbed them around the base and stretched them downwards to secure a thick, metal cuff around the base of them, squeezing them and causing them to bulge at the end. The man then placed a leather device around the bottom of the metal cuff, which also went around his balls. Attached to it were three silver chains and a ring, which he hooked some weights on, stretching Andy’s balls even more.

He groaned in pain and jerked his hips forward as if trying to shake it off, but the swinging weights caused even more strain on them, forcing him to groan louder. He wanted to beg the man to take them off, but he knew it wouldn’t do him any good, and would probably make him look stupid.

The stranger grunted and stood up, and Andy could hear the clicking of his heels as he walked to the wall on the left side of the room. When he returned, he passed in front of Andy holding a two-foot-long bamboo cane. He swung it around, and a loud whistle rang as it cut through the air. Andy knew it could cut through skin just as easily.

The man walked around behind his prisoner and tapped the cane against his left cheek, laying it across horizontally. He reared his arm back, and the cane came down, slicing through the air, and, as it came in contact with Andy’s skin, a loud CRACK filled the room. He yelped in shock, and for the first second, the pain was very dull from the impact thud of the cane, but soon the sting started to resonate in him as an intense itch spread from the site of impact throughout his ass cheek. A thin, red welt appeared on the skin where the cane made contact.

Andy whimpered as the pain of the hit caused him to jerk forward again and the weights on his balls to swing, reminding him of the stress that was there, as well. Twenty — no, forty of these? He wasn’t sure he could take it.

The cane came down on the other cheek, and the same thing happened. Andy exclaimed in pain and jerked forward, causing the weights on his balls to swing. 

“Please… have mercy…” he begged quietly.

His captor ignored him and continued the assault, whipping his ass over and over, opening the skin and drawing red, sweltering stripes in the flesh. Andy groaned louder and louder with each swing, silently counting them in his head until it was finally over. Each cheek had received twenty painful lashes.

The man dropped the cane on the floor and admired his work. The boy’s ass was thoroughly striped — there was hardly a white spot still visible between the marks he’d left. Andy was crying now, squirming a bit in his restraints. 

“Is it over?” he asked, his voice quivering as it stifled sobs. “Can I stand now?”

“No. That was just your punishment for disobedience. Now we can get back to our regularly scheduled programming.” The man walked back to that wall and hung up the cane. Andy could hear a dresser drawer being opened before he walked back and kneeled behind him without showing what he had.

The next thing Andy felt was his captor’s hand on the crest of his ass, spreading the cheeks wide and further exposing what was between them. He braced himself for the worst, and, to his surprise, felt something slightly unexpected — the opening of a plastic tube pressed against his hole.

“Are you ready?” the man asked, as if there was any way the kid could’ve known what he was supposed to prepare himself for.

“No, please —“ Andy was cut off as the tube was suddenly shoved in, causing an immense amount of pressure and pain that almost went away as soon as it stopped pushing. Just as he thought the man was done, he felt a thick, gooey fluid start to pump out of the tube, filling his ass. Andy groaned loudly, not holding back any of his moans as the pressure quickly built up. As soon as no more could fit inside, the man removed the tube and immediately replaced it with a massive butt plug, 4 inches at its largest girth, effectively trapping in all that fluid.

He gave Andy a pat on the ass and moved around the front, smiling down at him in his incredibly uncomfortable, hunched-over position, which put strain on his back and legs.

"Comfortable?" he asked, smirking.

“No…” Andy whimpered. Actually, that massive butt plug was more painful than the pressure of the fluid inside him.

His captor chuckled. "Good. I'm gonna go chill out for a while, so I suggest you do the same," He walked behind him to leave.

“Wait, don’t leave me here—“ Andy started, but he was cut off by the sound of a beep followed by the metal door opening, closing, and locking as he was left there, stuck in that horrible position for who-knew-how-long.

As he waited, Andy started to feel a strange tingling in his ass. The tingling continued as the enema inside him started to warm up. It proceeded to gain heat until it was uncomfortably hot, then to the point where it was burning — burning so much that he felt like an actual fire had been ignited inside him, or like someone poured molten lava inside his ass. This was easily the worst pain he’d ever experienced in his life.

Andy screamed in pain to the point where it strained his vocal chords. He bucked his hips wildly, and any time he moved even a little, the weights on his balls swung, and the prolonged tension in them turned them blue as they ached horribly. But this he barely noticed compared to the burning in his ass.

After enduring this for about fifteen minutes, the aphrodisiac in the enema started to kick in. Andy’s cock started to slowly gain length as he felt himself getting more and more aroused, until he was at maximum hardness. His cock throbbed and pulsed, desperate to be touched and sensitive to the air in the room.

An hour of this torment passed, and with no way for him to know what time it was, it felt like so much longer. But once the hour was over, Andy’s captor returned to see him standing there, sweaty and bent over, a puddle of pre-cum on the floor beneath his throbbing, bouncing cock and swollen, purple balls.

The man chuckled. "Having fun?"

Andy only groaned in response, lacking the energy to do much more.

He laughed at his expense and moved around next to him, putting a hand on his sweaty, aching back. 

"I guess you could use a little relief now, huh?"

Andy nodded vigorously. “Yes — yes, please, Master,” he begged shamelessly.

The man removed the spreader bar from between Andy’s legs, removed the parachute and the weights from his balls, and unlocked the stocks, allowing him to finally stand up straight. Before he could do anything, the leash was back on the collar. 

"Back to the bed, my sweet,” the man directed, leading him to the other end of the room.

Andy stood in front of the bed, and the man gently pushed him down on his back (although laying down after having his spine curved for so long was incredibly painful at first) and tied him back down with his arms spread like before, but this time he tied his legs to some ropes suspended from the ceiling, keeping his feet straight up and wide apart so his ass was exposed.

The man started to pull the plug out, then slid it back in. He did this a few times, lightly fucking Andy with the plug to tease him before finally pulling it out, but then it was immediately replaced with that same plastic tube as before. Andy got a glance at the tube this time — it was actually a giant syringe without a needle, heavy enough to be held with two hands, and big enough to hold about a liter of clear liquid.

He felt a strong pressure as his ass was filled even more. The pressure became increasingly intense before the tube was finally removed and a bucket was placed under his ass hole. 

"Push it out," the man ordered, fully aware of how humiliating this would be for Andy.

Desperate to relieve the pain in his ass, Andy did as he was told. The man watched with a smirk as the red, now less viscous liquid squirted from the boy’s asshole and into the bucket, relieving him from the pressure. Before he could enjoy his recovery, the tube was put back in and filled him with more water, the coldness soothing the horrible burning. When the water filled him back up, and he pushed it out again, it flushed out any enema left behind and relieved him of all the burning that was left over.

Andy’s face burned red with embarrassment, but it was nothing compared to the relief he felt in that moment. He wanted to thank his captor for it, but quickly remembered that it was his fault he was in that situation in the first place, and decided to give a deep, happy sigh instead.

"Now, for another little issue...." the man said, putting a finger on the tip of Andy’s rock-hard cock, which was dripping with pre-cum from the aphrodisiac in the enema. He wrapped his hand around the tip of his clock, then very, very slowly started to push his hand down Andy’s length, using his own precum as lube. Andy moaned audibly, so aroused he forgot to show no interest in the pleasure he was receiving. The man started to jerk him off, slowly gaining speed. Andy was already on the very edge of orgasm, to the point where the slightest bit of attention would make him explode. He kept jerking his hand up and down Andy’s length, not too fast or too slow, taking time to make sure his hand went around his sensitive head….

Andy jerked his hips upwards and closed his eyes, then bit his lower lip as his captor’s hand brought him over the edge. 

"I’m cumming!" he moaned out. His hips and legs twitched, his hands balling up into fists as semen erupted from his dick. As he shot his load, the man pointed Andy’s cock towards his face, causing it to spray all over his chest and stomach. He then picked some of the mess up with his index finger and held it in front of Andy’s lips.

“Eat it,” he ordered. Sick with disgust, the boy shook his head. “What’s rule number two?” he reminded his prisoner.

Andy whimpered and reluctantly opened his mouth. He took in the man’s fingers and sucked them clean.

A wide smile spread across the man’s face. "Gooood boy. Very good." He kissed him on the top of his head and untied his ankles to put them back the way they were when he first woke up. He also removed the metal cuff that was around his balls, and a new sense of relief came with that. "You must be exhausted."

Andy nodded. His body was still incredibly sore from the day’s work.

"Alright. Let's get you to sleep then." The man kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight; I'll see you tomorrow. We have a long day ahead of us." He locked the door behind him, leaving Andy spreadeagled in complete pitch darkness. But after all he’d been through, despite being tied up on his back, sleep came incredibly easily.