Andy and Sebastian

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.

The next morning, Andy woke up to a light turning on above his head. He felt the man from yesterday sit down next to him on the bed and start stroking his hair.

"Good morning," he said in a smooth, thick voice.

Andy grunted, wishing he could turn the light off and go back to sleep.

"Did you sleep well?"

Andy nodded groggily, wanting to turn over and wrap himself in the blankets that weren’t there. 

"Good. Ready to have some more fun?"

Andy started to wake up at this point, as he remembered his situation, and the day before started to come back to him, and he realized it wasn’t all just a bad dream. Fuck, I’m still here…

Andy whimpered in response, and his ass tightened as he thought about the pain he had to feel the day before. “More fun?” He’s gonna fucking kill me.

"Come on, let's get going." The man untied the ropes on Andy’s cuffs and clipped that leash back on his collar. He followed obediently as he was led into another room connected to this one through a wooden door on the wall next to the bed. How long had this been here? 

On the other side of the door was a scary-looking dental chair with stirrups that supported the knees, both of which had an excess amount of leather straps. 

"Into the chair,“ the man directed, unhooking Andy’s leash and giving him an encouraging pat on the ass. He winced and hesitantly sat down. The man pushed his shoulders down so he slid further into the chair and lifted his legs up into the stirrups. He strapped him in tight around the legs, arms, chest, and head so he couldn’t move even a little bit. Now, with Andy securely restrained, his legs spread up and to the sides, the man went into a closet in the back of the room and returned with a metal cart. On it was a tray with a folded white towel, a washcloth, a bowl of water, a roll of cotton gauze, and a strange, pen-like device.

He held the pen up to Andy’s face so he could get a better look. "This is a device of my own creation," he explained. "It's made for permanent hair removal. You put it over a hair, and a sensor targets the follicle, pierces the skin with a needle, and burns away the hair at the root with electricity."

Andy whimpered in fear. “Does… does it hurt?” he asked nervously. “That sounds painful.”

Of course it hurts. Why else would I be strapped so tightly to this damn thing?

The man went down next to Andy’s right leg, which was up in the air, exposing his gaping asshole. He touched the tip of the pen against the skin on his shin and pressed a button. Andy felt a sharp sting — not too horrible like an actual injection, but more like a wasp sting. He yelped and jerked his leg, but it was held tightly in place by the restraints. A small drop of blood appeared where the hair used to be, which the man wiped up with a pad of gauze.

The man kept pricking Andy over and over. Individually, the pricks only hurt a little, but as he did them repeatedly with very little time in between for the boy to recover, it became increasingly painful, like getting slapped multiple times in a row in the same spot. Because of the electricity, it hurt roughly twice as much as getting a tattoo. The man would pause occasionally to wipe up the blood, which gave Andy just enough time to catch his breath before he started again.

After about two hours, Andy’s right leg was completely hairless, but covered in red spots: some still fresh and bloody, most healed to scabs. Tears were streaming down his face as he stifled sobs from the pain.

"Alright, let's take a little break,“ the man said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "I think we both need it."

Andy nodded, trying to catch his breath. “Yes. Yes please.”

The man pressed the bottom of the pen against the underside of Andy’s chin. “Yes, what?” he asked, smirking.

Andy grimaced. “Yes, Master,” he said quietly.

The man chuckled and undid the straps securing Andy to the chair.

"You probably have to use the bathroom. It's right there to your left."

Andy nodded, realizing he did have to go — really bad. It’d been a while since he first woke up now. He quickly got up and went to use the bathroom.

When he got out, he looked around the room and found that his captor wasn’t there. He tried the door leading into the room with the bed, but it was locked. Of course.

Andy paced around the room for a bit, then tried the closet door behind the chair. Also locked. Not that it would probably help him out, but he was a bit curious as to what else was in there.

After about fifteen minutes, the man came back, holding two plates of flapjacks with fruit and syrup. He handed Andy one of the plates, as well as a napkin and some silverware, and sat down against the wall, patting the ground next to him as an invitation.

Andy sat down next to him and took a bite. As soon as he did, his stomach growled and he realized just how hungry he was. He started to wolf down the dish.

About halfway through his pancakes, Andy put down his fork and looked at his captor sitting next to him.

“Blugosi?” he asked suddenly.

“Yes?” the man answered. “It’s pronounced B. Lugosi. Have you been reading it wrong the whole time?” He chuckled.

“I— I—“ Andy sputtered, unsure how to respond.

“My friends usually just call me Sev. Short for Sebastian. You—“ He poked Andy in the stomach, “are not allowed to call me that.”

Andy nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Sebastian smacked him in the back of the head. “You’re just not getting it, are you?”

“Ow— sorry. Yes, Master.”

“That’s better.”

Andy went back to eating his food quietly for the rest of the meal. Once breakfast was over, they both felt refreshed. When Sev had come back down he’d also brought a gallon-full water bottle for sports players, so they could drink whenever they wanted. Nobody gets dehydrated. He stood up and put out his hand to help Andy to his feet.

"Alright, onto the left leg,” he said. Andy got back into the chair and Sev strapped him in. The left leg took another two hours, after which they took another half-hour break where Sebastian let Andy get up and stretch. The whole process was long and horrible, each sting so close together and fast that it seemed like an endless assault. After the legs, Sev did Andy’s arms, then his chest, then the pubes around the base of his cock (but not his balls) and his face. In between each body part, they took another break, one of which was for lunch. 

“Do you know what's next?" Sebastian asked.

“My balls?” Andy asked nervously, sniffling and teary-eyed from the assault on his cheeks and chin.

“Nope, it’s your ass!” Sebastian then got all the hairs around Andy’s asshole. It hurt significantly more than his face, which he previously thought to be impossible. It didn’t take too long, though; only twenty minutes. 

"NOW it's time for your balls." To Andy’s surprise, this part hurt twice as much as his ass, each prick like a rabies vaccine in the arm or leg. He screamed in pain, thrashing violently in his bindings and sobbing hysterically as he tried to endure this torture, waiting for it to be over. All the struggling he was doing caused the process to be much slower than the rest of his body. Sev was forced to grab the base of his balls tightly to try and hold them still, and it caused a decent amount of pain the way the weights did yesterday. But after an hour, it was done. Everything was done. It took the whole damn day. 

“Alright,” Sebastian grunted, undoing Andy’s bonds again, "We're finally done."

Andy tried to regain his composure. He wiped away his tears as they continued to flow and sniffled the snot dripping out of his nose. 

Sebastian looked at him, covered in blood from chin to toe. 

"You really need a bath,” he remarked casually. “Come with me." Sev took Andy’s hand. He led him back to the restroom and drew him a warm bath.

As Andy settled in with Sebastian’s assistance, the water stung his sensitive skin at first, but quickly became soothing. 

“There we go. Let's get you cleaned up. Lean forward for me."

He did as he was told, fully aware that now was not any time to be disobedient. Sebastian put some women's body soap on a loofa and started to scrub Andy’s back, which had the least amount of blood on it. Then he leaned him back against the tub and did the front of his body. He used a cup to pour water on him and rinse his skin, turning the tub a transparent pink.

“Thank you, Master.” The words came without him even thinking about it. The principle of the sentiment was all wrong. Andy shouldn’t have been there in the first place. He shouldn’t have had to endure any of the pain he was put through, and he certainly shouldn’t have been thanking the man who was responsible for his abduction; who catfished him and toyed with his emotions before making him his victim. And Andy definitely shouldn’t have been enjoying his suddenly gentle, soothing touch.

The man kissed his pet on the shoulder. He then started to wash him under the water, taking some time to grope his dick and balls a little, in a way that was gentle and avoided irritating the sensitive skin. Then he massaged a pleasant, floral-scented shampoo into his hair.

By the time the bath was over, Andy was thoroughly relaxed. Sev helped the young man out of the tub and wrapped a soft, plush, clean towel around him. It was incredibly comforting. He didn’t even put the leash back on him when he walked him past the chair and into the room next door.

He led him back to the bed and lightly pushed him down; really more as an instruction than in force, and climbed into bed next to him.

Sebastian laid his boy on his side and wrapped his body around him, becoming the big spoon and heating him up with his warmth. The way he was holding him felt like he was caging him in, but was also weirdly comforting; protective.

Just like the night before, exhausted from the day’s ordeal, it wasn’t long before Andy drifted off in the arms of his captor.