Taken

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.

Warning:  This chapter contains many scenes that some readers will find difficult. It you have a sensitive disposition you might want to skip this chapter. As always I’d like to point out that this is fantasy:  I do not condone acts of violence or non-consensual sexual activity. Without spoiling the journey for you, please know that I only do happy endings. Happy reading, and brace yourself!

I came around on the dirty floor in the back of the truck with a trickle of warm water in my face. I spat, and looked up. One of the men was peeing on me. I shuffled away quickly like a caged animal, to the back of the truck. I couldn’t see the man’s face as the tailgate was open and the sunlight was behind him. I noticed the two dogs sitting in the truck either side of the entrance like sentinels in silhouette. Another guy climbed up.

“He conscious?” The new guy asked.

“He is now” said the other, zipping up his fly.

The new guy laughed “You make him drink it, or just wash in it?”

They both laughed. “Just a wash - for now!”

A third man, the biggest of them, climbed into the back. “Drop off point has changed. Security is tight as fuck. They’re looking for him in a big way. We stay here for two hours then head to the dockside location.”

“Two fucking hours?” Said one of the other men. “What the fuck do we do for two fucking hours?”

The guy who had pissed on me came a little closer to me. “I say we do him for two hours. He’s a cutie. He’s a whore, right?”

The big guy said no.

“They said no?”

“I didn’t ask”

“They planning something special for this twink?”

“Nothing good.”

“But we get to watch, right?”

“Yeah, that’s the deal. Chance we might get a turn. That’s all I know. But we’re not fucking up the payoff by touching him. We’re getting a lot for this. And we’ll need it, because we’ll be laying low for a fucking long time when this is over.”

“I am not babysitting this little shit for two hours!” The other guy said.

“No need. Grab him for me”.

Two of them grabbed me again. The side of my already bruised face ached and my head ached too. It hurt where I was punched in the stomach. I would have cried, but I was just too terrified, too confused.

They dragged me into the light where the biggest of them took a packet from a chest pocket. It was sealed baggie with a rag inside. He took out the rag and shoved it in my face. I struggled, turning my head to get away from the foul smell.

“No, please” I said, almost begging. “What’s that?”

“This is an easier way of getting you to sleep than bruising your pretty face again” he said, shoving the rag in my face for the second time. This time he grabbed the back of my head too. I tried to hold my breath, but I couldn't. I took a breath and immediately felt a coldness which seemed to spread all over. It seemed like a hole had opened up under me and was dragging me in. I felt out of control. I was fading.

“Look, let me at least have a play. You know, touch him up a bit?”

“No, we make delivery........” and then darkness.

* * * * *

I woke with a bucket of ice cold water being dumped over my head. I coughed and spluttered and tried to break free, but i couldn’t. I was in what looked like a dentist chair. My arms were duct taped to the arms of the chair and my ankles were tied to stirrups. I still had my t-shirt on which was now wet and cold, but I was naked from the waist down. There was a ring of bright lights in a wide circle around me so I was struggling to adjust my eyesight and I could not see past the ring of lights.

I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Memories of the Prince came flooding back, and of the four old guys. I felt terribly alone and frightened like never before.

“Alright, he’s awake. Start” I heard someone say. He had the same kind of accent as the man, Pavel.

Quickly people rushed forward into the light. Three people had handheld video cameras, and there were another two big, strong men dressed all in black military gear. The cameramen started filming at once.

“We have a busy afternoon planned, boy” came that voice. It was like Pavel’s, but it had a menacing quality to it. “I have movies to make and then I’m throwing a nice party. Hey! You can be in my movies AND you can come to my party.” There was some low laughter. There must have been a crowd of people watching.

One of the men in black cranked a handle and the chair started to tip back until my head was lower than my feet. The other man checked my restraints thoroughly and then grabbed something from a trolley near the lights.

“You kind of have to be in the movie. You’re the star!” he said, and he gave a little chuckle. “You kind of have to be at the party to. There will be drinks and music and food and everything - and you. Yes YOU are the entertainment. You will be busy. Lot’s of guests coming. Coming and coming and coming, I think!” He laughed again at his own joke and the unseen group of people with him laughed too. “We will see how resilient you are. See how good you really are when faced with some proper action, not the soft bullshit you have been used to. We will see how many uses you have left in you before I claim my reward for finding you!”

I didn’t speak. I pulled at the restraints in a stupid attempt to break free. One of the men saw me and punched me in the stomach again. I knew it was far from his best punch, but it hurt and it winded me again and made me feel nauseous. “Don’t” he said.

I gave in. “What do you want? They said I wouldn’t be hit any more!”

There was general laughter around the room, which echoed off the walls. It must have been a big room somewhere.

“Who said these things? I think you must mean your last owner. He is a pussy. I have taken possession now and I say no such things. Pretty boys like you must be shared around and used to the full potential, yes? If your last owner cannot see that for himself, well....... then he must have his nice things taken away.” There was some more laughter. I could hear the man’s shoes on the hard floor as he paced around when he spoke, click, click, click.

“So, what do I want? This is a good question. You must have heard the other man’s silly rules: here is my rule: You must acknowledge my complete ownership of your life for now and forever. No more of this part-time bullshit! You agree to do anything - everything - I instruct or I kill you” he said. “because a little fuck pig like you has no life of his own.” There was laughter again. I had gone cold. I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of this.

“I need to hear you say it.” He added in quiet tones. There was a long pause. No-one moved. I shivered with cold and fear.

“So, just say it. Tell me you acknowledge my complete ownership of your life. Tell the camera. Go ahead” he said.

“No!” I shouted in anger. As soon as the word left my mouth a large wet cloth was pushed onto my face and into my mouth. Then they poured water over the cloth. It was like the water was everywhere. All I could focus on was this cold water. I couldn’t breath. I struggled and tried to scream but that only made it worse. I was beginning to panic because I couldn’t get any air. I started to gag. Water was getting into my throat. Then, just as quickly as it started the water stopped and the cloth was whipped away leaving me gasping for breath and coughing.

“Oh dear” said the voice. “That is frustrating. There is no need to be rude, boy. Are you sure you do not wish to pledge yourself to me......?” I screamed for them to let me go, still coughing and spluttering to clear the water from my mouth and nose. I struggled in the chair, throwing myself around as much as I could, but it did no good.

The cloth was slapped back in place and the water came again, this time for longer. My god, I thought, they’re drowning me! Then the water stopped and the cloth was gone again.

“Now you’re just wasting time, you naughty little thing. Or are you teasing me? You may as well give in. You know, everybody does in the end. Why make it difficult for yourself?” Between coughing and spitting I tried to scream, but it just came out as a whimper. Again the cloth was in place and again the water. I thought I would black out and I was panicking like crazy when the cloth was removed. My heart was racing out of control. He gave me a half a minute to recover before speaking again.

“I’ll make it more interesting for you. A whole new world of sensations!” He said. One of the men messed around with the stirrups that were holding my feet. He opened my legs and pushed them back exposing my naked ass. The cloth was placed back over my nose and mouth but before the water came the man held up a large dildo duct-taped to the end of a broomstick. My eyes went wide. Then the water came. Then the dildo was shoved into me.

After a few minutes of gagging, coughing, and being fucked and brutalised down below by the man with the dildo, everything stopped again. I panted for breath, still coughing up water from my mouth and nose. Tears were streaming down my face.

“Why fight it? Listen, in case it is not clear to you already…… I will kill you today anyway. I have to or I can’t collect. Hey don’t blame me, I didn’t make the rules. Blame your parents I guess.” He let that sink in as he paced around, but I had no idea what he was talking about. Blame my parents? Had to kill me or he couldn’t collect? What the fuck?

Click, click, click.

“So so we might as well have some fun first, yes? Because who will miss you? Not that drunk old man, what did you call him….? Your grandfather? He won’t miss you, that’s for sure. That old man sold you out. That’s the trouble with hired help. Unreliable. He’s gone forever, anyway. Who else is there? Not your last owner. Where is he now? He won’t come here to look for you. He doesn’t care. You have no-one. If you tell me what I want to hear now, we do the movie and we do the party and no extras. Maybe I’ll take pity and after we’ve used you, maybe I’ll make it quick. But if you hold out on me, well....... then I have some extra surprises and you might not like my kind of surprises!” He paused. “Now..... Tell me what I want to hear!” He yelled.

I cried then. Real, choking sobs and big tears. There was no sympathy here though. The cloth was shoved in my throat again, covering my face. More ice cold water was poured over me. The dildo was rammed into me again too. I tried so hard to be calm but I couldn’t do it. I was almost at the point where I was giving up when the cloth was pulled away. I choked up water and vomited. I was terrified. I felt faint and my eyes were starting to go blurry. One of the men whispered something to the boss man who said “Yes, go on”.

Both men came over to me. The one near my head raised the cloth, but at the last second he placed it on my chest. I whimpered a little, frightened to my very soul. He took a small bottle from a pocket and unscrewed the lid. He grabbed my head and held the bottle under my nose. As he did so, the other guy grabbed my groin, taking a giant handful of my shrivelled cock and balls. I took in a big gulp of air, taking in the fumes of whatever was in the bottle.

“The drugs will keep you awake. They have an unfortunate side effect, that you will certainly feel any fear or pain more acutely. You brought that on yourself. Now, if you tell me what I want to hear, we can stop all this foolishness.....? Make your last night easy o yourself? No? Ok, we go again and the movie is longer. Whatever”. As he said whatever the wet fabric was pulled over my face.

I was lost. By the time they had finished I had lost count of how many times I had been under the water. My lungs were burning. My bottom was bruised and in pain. At one point I passed out, I think, but they brought me back. My humiliation was complete when I wet myself.

One of the men grabbed my penis with both hands. He pulled my foreskin out, holding me between finger and thumb. He stretched and pulled hard, and it hurt. God, what were they going to do now.....?

“Now don’t sob. It is bad for the movie. I told you what would happen.” He chuckled to himself and some of the crowd laughed too. “It’s ok though, my little pussy boy.” There was a long pause where only his footsteps could be heard on the rough concrete floor. Click, click, click. He was coming toward me, nearer to where I lay.

“If you just tell me me that your life is mine...... and maybe tell me how much you would like to feel a cock inside you...... then this silliness stops, yes?” He said. “You have already held out for too long. I do not like stubborn whores. What? You think I cannot increase the pressure.....? Tell me what I want to fucking hear you little bitch!” He spat.

I sobbed again. “No......” I said, weakly. “Please......”. Tears were streaming from my eyes. I held on to distant memories of Master Johns, of TT, of Craig. I had to hold out, for them, I thought. I gritted my teeth and determined to never give this man what he wanted.

The man pulled my cock even harder. The other grabbed something from the trolley. He held it up to show me. Show the camera. It was a staple gun. While one man held my foreskin stretch out, the other stapled it together. I screamed. I shook in the chair and fought to be free, but I could hardly move. Another staple.

“Another chance....?” I didn’t even have time to answer, to get control of my tears and draw enough breath to say some words. The man pulled on my foreskin again, and the staple gun snapped for a third time.

“More!” The man roared. One of the men returned to my head and placed the cloth over my face again. The other tore the dildo from the stick and rammed it into me. He held it with his knee as his stretched out my scrotum. Water splashed down as a staple was driven through my scrotum. The man’s knee pushed the dildo in further. Another staple. More water.

I passed out again, my mind desperate to find some way of escaping. They brought me round again though, by whatever was in that bottle. I tried to cry out but my throat was raw and my lungs were burning. I was giving up. I couldn’t do it any more.

“So you know, the next staple goes through more than skin. They tell me you can still have the function of a little boy cock after it has had a staple through it, but I am not sure. I have never seen that. Maybe it is like getting it pierced? I don’t know, what do you think? Anything to say?” He asked.

I could do nothing except cry. I just wanted to die and if this was going to be the end of me, a tiny stubborn part of me still would not let these bastards hear what they wanted to hear. Just let me die!

The man seemed angry. “Why is this not fucking working, eh?” He yelled. “Fuck!” One of the men whispered to him again. He laughed. “Yes” he shouted. “Bring in the dogs!”

The men started to unfasten my wrists and ankles. One of them smeared something sticky around my anus.

“My dogs, they like peanut butter” the man said. “What can I tell you?” There was general laughter. My blood ran cold. Surely they would do this, would they?

The men pulled me off the chair. I slumped to the floor where I lay in a puddle next to an open drain, the staples still in my foreskin and scrotum. Blood was running down my thighs. One of the men put a toe on my back and pushed me. The other said “crawl to me little bitch”. I hesitated and received a booted toe in my rear for that.

I used every bit of energy to crawl to him. I wanted to slump down again, but he made it clear that wasn’t ok. “Strip” he said. I pulled off my cold and wet t-shirt which he snatched from my hands. There were “ooohs” and “ahhhhs” from the people behind the lights. “All fours” he commanded. I got to my knees and bent forward, supporting my body with my hands. I had to spread my legs a little because of the pain from the stapes but the man kicked me and made me close my knees together.

The man whistled and the dog huge dogs from before rushed to his side. The man bent down to my ear and said “I will tell the dogs to start. Keep your head low to the ground and your ass up or they might savage your neck. If you move from that position for any reason until I tell you, I will let the dogs kill you in the most painful and unpleasant way after they fuck you. You understand?”

I looked up at him with big sad blue eyes. I refused to answer. I wanted to say “Please don’t do this” but the lump in my throat prevented words from forming. He didn't care anyway. Hi eyes were hard and unblinking.

“Dogs!” He shouted. “Begin!”

I lowered my head down, my cheek touching the rough concrete floor, my ass sticking out behind me. I couldn't hold myself up anyway. The dogs began to circle me as if they were hunting me, sniffing the air. One darted in close, sniffing me around my head and my ears. He moved behind me, sniffed my ass. He licked there and got excited. Suddenly he began to mount me. I froze in horror and he shuffled forward on my back, humping toward me the whole time. I felt a thin, wet, hard object thrusting at me, first hitting my leg, then my buttock, then too low and hitting my scrotum, then it was in. It wasn’t big, but he started humping me madly as soon as he felt it penetrate me and I could feel him growing.

The other dog, the bigger of the two, made a fierce growl, his lips pulled back over his teeth. He jumped at the dog on top of me and bit him, knocking him off. He barked and snarled. I was petrified. The other dog gave up and moved away. He lay on the ground to the side of me where he proceeded to lick his cock.

The second dog licked my ass, slurping the peanut butter. He licked my balls too, tasting my blood. Then he was mounting me, almost leaping up and onto my back. He was so heavy I could barely hold my position, but I didn’t dare move. The dog thrust forward, his aim on target first time. His cock found my entrance and pushed straight in, thrusting through my sphincter, hind legs humping quickly the whole time. His front paws scratched my back and sides and drawing blood. He was trying to bite the back of my neck but he couldn’t quite reach and I could feel his hot drool running along my neck.

As he humped I felt his cock growing. It seemed to be twice the size now it was inside me. Now even bigger. My anus was stretched by something hard at the base of his penis which the dog managed to pop inside me like a massive cock head, and all the while he relentlessly humped and humped and humped. I was full, and this thing was still growing. It was pounding my rectum and stretching my anus and sphincter all at the same time. He pushed and humped and scratched and then, finally, he stopped humping and lay still over my back, and his cock exploded. Hot dog cum shot up into my insides, massive amounts of it over and over again just pumping into me. The dog’s whole body pulsed. Cum was running out of my anus and down both legs, mixing with the blood of my wounds. The pulsing turned into twitching, which eventually stopped almost altogether. The dog climbed off me and turned, but his cock was still inside me! I felt the whole massive thing move inside, turning all the way around as the dog now faced away from me. My guts wrenched and my sphincter felt like it was being pulled out of me.

“Stay” command the man. The dog stopped, joined to me by his huge hard dog cock.

The man’s voice came. “He has knotted you. We now wait for him to relax and pull it out of you. He must have liked you. Get this on the movie, eh?”

After at least ten minutes of kneeling, my ass being pulled from inside by this monster, I felt something start to give. I tried to push to help get it out of me. That only encouraged the dog to pull. It took a full minute or more before the bulbous knot broke through. The entire cock followed in one wet, slick, sliding movement. Huge amounts of cum drooled from my gaping ass. The dog turned and licked it up, his tongue in my ass.

At this point I was just crying quietly and continuously.

I had no time to recover. Another man came to where I was crouched. He was carrying something. It was a foot long and at the end was a metal shape that was glowing red hot. I was already in abject misery. I had nothing left to give in reaction to this new thing. I didn’t even know what it was.

The man spoke quietly from the other side of the lights. “I have no more time. The schedule keeps moving, eh? You will not tell me what I want to hear, which has annoyed me greatly by the way, so I have to put my mark on you and spoil your precious skin. It also means no easy ride today, not for you, uh-uh! You piss me off, I piss you off. It’s the way of things. And with my mark on you, everyone will know you are mine, dead or alive”. He laughed and the man thrust forward, pushing the red hot shape into my upper arm, by my shoulder. The pain was intense and all consuming. It burned like nothing I had experienced. I could smell my own burning flesh and that, for me, was the final straw.

I gave in to terror and I blacked out.

* * * * *

I woke some time later while they were administering a soapy enema. It was a rough process and I was pleased to black out again almost immediately. I woke a second time, again briefly, while they took pliers and removed the staples and then shoved my cock and balls into a very tight cage. This one covered everything, painfully squashing me into a useless ball.

Finally, I came around fully.

“We gave you something to keep you awake”. A man said as he pulled an empty syringe from my arm. “You’re needed out front in a little while”.

The muscled men were pulling me in all directions. One was fitting a gag to my mouth, the sort that kept my mouth wide open. Someone else was putting a leather collar around my neck. A third man was checking my cock and ball cage. Making sure it was secure. With the gag and collar in place, they proceeded to attach more straps around my legs, above my knees. They were rough with me, pulling and pushing and slapping if I didn’t move quickly enough.

“Bend over” one of the said. I complied. Someone slapped a glob of thick creamy lube in my ass, pushing several fingers into me to push some of it inside.

The men all looked at each other. “Can we have a go, you think?” One said, his voice low.

“Who’s gonna know?” Another said.

Two of them held me tightly, bent over almost in half. The third got behind me. He unzipped himself, took out his cock and smacked it on my back. “Fucking good looking hole!” He said, and he punched his cock into me and took me. They rotated their positions, two holding me still while the third used me as their personal cum hole. Mercifully none of them took long to finish.

They immediately went back to work. One of them took a metal device and very roughly pushed it up into me. I figured it was like a butt plug, but it was very uncomfortable and didn’t have a flat end. In fact, as much of the device seemed to be outside as in. The man did something with the device and it clicked loudly. I felt something extend from the sides of the device inside me, digging into me. I adjusted my muscles, testing whether I could push it out if I wanted to, but it was very firmly in place and it hurt to try. Finally they attached a contraption to my ankle cuffs. It was a long bar attached by chains that spread my legs open.

They stood me upright. One of the men checked everything one more time, then picked up a sheet of paper and seemed to check everything off against his list. “Nipples” he said. One of the others went to a metal table against the wall and brought back a long, thin chain with a large barbed fishhook attached to each end. He threaded the chain through a loop at my collar and then pulled the two ends so that they were equal in length. “I’d give you something to bite down on, but that wouldn’t help you much, would it?” The man said to me, a broad grin on his face. I couldn’t speak and I didn’t want to give them the pleasure of making any sound. I wasn’t sure what they were going to do. Spit dripped down my chin from having my mouth forced open.

“Hold him” he said. The other two grabbed my arms very firmly. One of them held tightly to my hair, too, while the other placed one foot on the spreader bar at my feet. The third stood in front of me. He took the hook at one end of the chain and held it to my face. It was exactly like an oversized fish hook. He licked it, smiled, and then dug it into and through my nipple. I cried out in pain. He pulled at the chain to make sure the hook was lodged firmly in place. It was. Blood tricked down my chest. He did the same with the other hook, driving it right through my flesh and out the other side leaving me whimpering.

“Ok, that’s him done. Let’s get him set in place. The cage first. “

They literally dragged me by the arms out of the little staging room, not willing to wait for me to walk bound and gagged as I was. We went out into what must once have been a warehouse or factory floor. Bare red brick walls rose up several storeys. There was a gangway around half of the building, about one storey up, and windows at the top letting in late afternoon light. My feet were scuffed and cut as I was dragged across the rough concrete floor. I could see a cage in the centre of the floor surrounded by tripods and camera. By now I was leaving a trail of blood from my feet.

We got to the cage. Two men lifted the top portion off and put it to one side. It was black with heavy bars. They lifted me into the cage and pushed and prodded me into an uncomfortable position. I was on my knees, my bottom pushed right out and back through a small square cut-out in the cage. They pushed a bar across my lap from one side of the cage to the other to keep me locked into place. Then they tipped my head back, bending my spine painfully. They attached a chain to my collar, the other end attached to the cage to keep me in place. The fed another bar from one side of the cage to the other underneath my chin, keeping my head pointed up. They dropped the rest of the bars into place. Part of my head and face was through a little hole just like my ass. They grabbed my hands and pulled them through each side, attaching me to the cage by my wrists.

It was a cramped and deeply uncomfortable space. My knees were already scuffed and aching. I hoped I didn’t have to be here for too long. My ankles were spread and my bottom was on full display at the back of the cage, plugged and locked. My face was pointing up at an odd angle, my mouth forced open by the gag. My wrists were locked into place. I could hardly move and the bars of the cage were touching me on all sides. I realised that I would be open to any kind of abuse in here, with every part of me available to anyone who wanted to take it.

Spotlights were switched on, blinding me, and men came to stand at the tripods with their camera.

“Action” someone shouted. I went cold, fearful of what to expect. A group of men, muscled and naked except for a mix of leather vests and straps across their chests. Each of them appeared to have big cocks swinging between their legs, from what little I could see.

Two men got up on top of the cage. They fondled my face and rubbed their cocks all over my face and head. Another went behind. He started to slapping my ass with an open hand, stinging my skin. He wasn’t holding back. He was hitting to hurt me. The other two came to the sides. They stuck their cocks in my hands. I had just enough movement to be able to stroke them.

The guy behind me stopped slapping. He started fiddling with the plug sticking out of my ass. I couldn’t see, but he seemed to have inserted a key or something, and was turning it. It felt weird. It felt like the plug was getting bigger.

The two men on the cage took red candles out of chest pockets. They lit them, two each, one in each hand.

The other two were getting hard now. They were each grabbing my hand, wrapping it around their cocks and fucking my fists.

The man behind was definitely turning something. The device in my ass was spreading my anus open. With nothing pushing against me it hurt and felt uncomfortable. Each time he gripped his key and turned his wrist, it opened further. By now it was open enough to get a finger inside me without touching the sides.

The guys on the cage started to drip wax on my face. It was hot and it burned as it touched, almost instantly cooling. I would have cried out, but with the gag in place I just made indecipherable sounds. They seems to be trying to get as close to my eyes possible, on the most delicate skin. I squeezed my eyes shut.

The two men at my sides ejaculated almost at the same time. Spurts of cum shot at me. Some went in my ear, up my arms, and on my body. They stepped back, and two new men took their place.

The man at the back picked up the pace and cranked the spreader to open my hole. Every couple of cranks he put two or three fingers in and rubbed around the edges of my anus.

The two men started to drip wax into my eyes and mouth. It burned and hurt and I didn’t have enough movement to avoid it. One of them handed his candles to the other. He knelt down and placed his cock in my mouth. It was only semi-hard, but it didn’t stop him fucking my face while candle wax was dripped over me.

The guy behind had opened me up to the extent that the device would go. I was spread very wide and I could really feel it. I thought my insides would fall out. He kept blowing into me, which was the weirdest sensation that gave me goosebumps every time. He took something and popped it inside me. It didn’t touch the sides but I could feel its weight. He came to stand where he knew I could see him. He had a small remote control which he dangled in front of my eyes. He pressed the button. A deep, throbbing vibration started inside my rectum. It was so much more powerful than any dildo. It was a deep rumbling and shook every part of my insides. It built and built.

The two new men sent cum flying at me and the guy in my mouth also climaxed, his cum running down my tongue and into my throat. The man with the remote pressed the button again and the vibrations got so intense they were painful. Suddenly I was urinating. I could not help myself. It was an uncomfortable process through the very tight cock cage. The staple wounds were stinging. Tears were streaming down my face now.

The men all cheered as they saw my pee pooling around my knees. The man pressed the button of his remote again and the throbbing pulses stopped. He went to my ass and pulled the vibrator from my hole. Each of the men stood around the cage, two still on top, their cocks out. I felt warm liquid on my rear and I realised that someone was pissing on me. Then another man started to pee. They were aiming for my open hole, pissing directly into my rectum. One of the men to the side started to piss. He aimed at my body. The two men on top started and I felt sick to my stomach as they urinated directly into my open mouth.

“Swallow” one them said. I did, taking as much of their piss down my throat as I could. I was disgusted. I brought some of it back up, but that didn’t stop them. They just cheered and laughed.

After they had all urinated all over me they took it in turns to put their cocks in my mouth and in my rear. Then they teased me with vibrators and dildos, shoving anything and everything in my ass and down my throat. They fucked stuff into me for the cameras. They covered me in hot wax, matting my hair and burning my eyelids and mouth. They ignored that I vomited several times. They just used me like an animal.

Finally they handed around sharpened bamboo sticks to everyone. They used them to smack my ass, my head, and they poked them through the cage to cause me pain, stabbing into my flesh and making me bleed from a dozen or more tiny stab wounds.

Twice more they inserted the vibrating egg. Each time they ramped it up further than before to make me pee. Each time I did, someone peed into my mouth and into my hole. I was slapped hard and abused for a long time. I desperately wanted it to end. I want to fade out like before, but whatever they had injected into me kept my eyes wide and made me feel every tiny thing. There was no escape. It was a living hell.

I thought of Master Jonno. I thought of Mister Connor. TT’s face flashed into my mind and finally Craig St.John. I wished so hard for someone to save me, but no-one could. After the third time they made me pee myself I stopped wishing for rescue. I just wanted to die.

Finally someone yelled “ok, that’s a wrap” and the men all packed up and left.

The three muscle men arrived on cue and started to disassemble the cage. They pulled me free, unhooking me from parts of the cage where necessary. They ignored the piss and other excrement that they were splashing through. They ignored the gunge that fell out of my still-open ass as they stood me up. They dragged me to another area. My feet were locked into rings set into the floor. I was forced to bend right over and my hands were locked down too. Poles were connected to my ankles and above my knees, so I could not bend my legs properly. I just had to kind of arch over. One of the men took the device out of my ass, which was such a relief as my ring started to close.

I was sore and bruised again and I hated that I couldn’t just die. Tiny trickles of blood ran from my nipples, my groin, and from dozens of marks all over my body where sharp sticks had pierced my skin. Everything about my bottom was sore and raw. The raw burn into the flesh on my shoulder throbbed and my head felt dizzy and beaten.

“Ok, go again” someone said. I gave a little sob. Not again, surely?

Two men appeared, dressed like the others had been. They both carried some steel implements and rope. Immediately one of them was behind me. I could see him upside down through my legs. He was attaching rope to a steel hook, but instead of a sharp hook it had a big ball on the end. He smeared something on the ball and then began to push it into my ass. It was big, too big even considering my anus had been held open for ages with a spreader. But he just kept pushing and using a lot of force. I tried everything to let it in, but i thought these men would just have to accept this one wasn’t going in. He withdrew it, then immediately starting pushing it in again. He withdrew it a third time, a cameraman intently following the action. He grabbed a jar of something which he held under my nose and mouth, and then he punched my in the ribs. I inhaled the fumes from the jar. A wave of relaxation seemed to flow through me and I felt like I was floating on a cloud. The man went back to my rear. He used all of his force to push this time. The pain was excruciating as it passed my sphincter and popped through into my bottom, but whatever he has given me was enough to let him ram it inside me. It filled me up completely. I shook and I wondered how it was ever going to come back out. Maybe it wasn’t, not while I was alive anyway.

The man passed the other end of the rope to his colleague, who left it dangling over my shoulder. The other man brought out long bamboo canes. He handed one to his friend and they stood back from me.

Whack! I yelled as much as I could with the gag in place. The cloud-like feeling vanished instantly with the immense pain. The man had taken a massive swing with the bamboo and caned my buttocks. I couldn’t do anything but cry with the pain. Snot was running from my nose and I was trembling with fear, pain, and dread.

Whack! The other guy took a swing. I was sure I must be bleeding. The pain was horrible. It was like fire on my skin. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! They hit me over and over, hit my buttocks, the back of my thighs, and my calves. I desperately wanted to pass out again, but I didn’t. It hurt so much.

One of the men took the end of the rope and threaded it through a ring in the collar around my neck. He pulled it tight, strangling me until I could hardly breath. I was being pulled from the anal hook and my neck. He tied off the rope in position. I was gasping for air, only able to take lots of tiny ragged breaths to keep me alive. My head was swimming.

The other man had thrown another rope over a bar suspended from the high ceiling. He expertly attached it to the ring at the end of the anal hook. They unfastened my ankles from the floor and then both hauled on the rope.

My body was lifted into the air, suspended by the huge ball of steel in my ass. My hands were still tied to rings on the floor so I was almost upside down. My body burned. My body pulled on the hook and my ass tried to expel it, but it was too big. Instead it felt like my insides were being made ready to be pulled out of me. Maybe that’s what they were doing. Maybe this was how I would die.

Whack! Whack! Two more hits, this time on my shins. Then four more, this time on the soles of my feet. I was beyond crying. So much had been painful, but nothing compared to the full powered hits with bamboo on the soles of my feet. The pain was nothing like I had ever experienced. I fell into a daze and blackness took over again.

I was roused almost immediately as something passed under my nose. My dip into unconsciousness was like taking a cool bath only to wake and find you’re still on fire. Someone injected my neck with something. He looked into my eyes and watched my pupils. I was suddenly wide awake, a cold sensation flashing through my blood stream, full of energy, and feeling every tiny cut, every welt, every burn and bruise like it was a dagger being plunged into me. I screamed.

The men whacked my legs again a few more times, then lowered me. Two men came to the front of me and one of them began to fuck my face. The other two began to smear thick lube around my ass. They were both plunging fingers into me, spreading me open and lubricating my back passage like never before. They were practically fisting me, my poor tight pink hole stretched out and red raw from the abuse.

The cock in my mouth came down my throat. He pulled out and inexplicably lined up a powerful punch to my face. It split my lip and sent shockwaves through my brain. Before I could recover another man had his cock down my throat.

The men at my rear were struggling with the hook. They stretched, pulled, lubricated. I was certain they would tear my hole or pull out my intestines, or both. Suddenly it popped out making a loud sucking noise as it came. I felt a strong stinging sensation back there and as they tossed the steel hook and ball aside I could see blood on it. My blood.

The guy in my mouth came and he hit me too. It was a vicious open-handed slap. A ring on his finger cut my face just under my eye.

Then there were many men, maybe all of them from the cage. I didn’t know. They fucked my ass, my mouth, they peed on me and in me. As each of them came, he hit or kicked me. Each one opened some new wound on my body. I was slowly being beaten to death. One guy finished inside my ass and then came to my side and kicked me with all his force, driving his boot into my side. I felt something give inside me and the pain was terrifying. I think he broke a rib.

Then, from nowhere, that same voice shouted “ok, let’s get ready for the party” and all the abuse just stopped.

I couldn’t even fall over, but I was practically dead. If not yet physically, I was mentally completely broken.

The men dragged me back the the room. They hosed me down with freezing cold seawater. The salt stung anywhere it touched a cut or burn. They bent me over and shoved chunks of ice into my ass. That was painful enough, but eventually it made me numb so I couldn’t feel the pain. They applied thick salve to my wounds and left me, my gag and leg spreader still in place.

They came back soon. I was given another injection. More drugs. They administered an enema and they used a caustic soap all over my body before they turned the hose on me one more time.

By the time they finished I was once again wide awake in the way only strong chemicals can achieve and my hole had closed up again after the abuses of the day. I had a chemical taste in my mouth and I could hardly blink I was so wired. My wounds had stopped bleeding for now. But everything hurt and my ass was raw. As a final touch they smeared thick lube around my passage and syringed more into my rectum. “This isn’t for you” they said. “This is so you can last the night”.

Once again I was dragged from the room. Colourful lights had been set up, and loud grunge music had started to play from a DJ station off to one side. They put my arms behind my back and attached my wrists to another spreader like the one at my ankles. They attached a ropes to my wrists too, tossing the rope over the bar in the ceiling. They pulled on the rope and my arms were painfully raised behind my back. I had to compensate with my body, sticking my bottom out and standing on my tiptoes. They tied off the rope to a ring in the floor, placed stage blocks and steps in front of me, and then left me there.

My arms ached, my side was in sharp pain where I had been kicked, and my shoulder and head throbbed. At least I had stopped crying. I had no energy for it. I was simply resigned to what was to come: my end. I hoped it would come quickly.

Guests began to arrive and drink and drugs were served freely. I was admired like some kind of living sculpture. There were wealthy people here, sure, but for the most part these guests were the polar opposite of the guests at my last party. They were a rough bunch. After an interminable amount of time the man from earlier got on the mic and addressed the assembled crowd.

“My beautiful guests, welcome. As you know, we are here tonight to take back an industry that has gone too soft. Tonight, when you party at Oleg’s......there are No Rules!” He shouted the last part, triumphant. Guests laughed and cheered. As they calmed down, he spoke again. “We have very special entertainment for you tonight, a beautiful orphan fuck toy. He’s a little bruised from his debut movie that we shot here today, but still worthy of your attentions. You can buy a copy of the movie before you leave, by the way. I promise it’s worth your money. And you can star in part two..... because tonight this boy is free for the taking. Do as you please with him.” More cheering. More laughter.

“You see, our pretty whore who is strung up over there is one of the two fabled lost boys.....” there was a buzz of chatter from the small crowd. “No,” the man continued, “They are not a myth. The other is gone, I’m afraid. Shot dead before my soft brother could steel him from me. But I stake my claim on this one. Yes, he has returned to the family for execution and I have marked him as my property to avoid any doubt. Tomorrow I claim my reward...... but we know what has to happen tonight so that I..... how do I say this? Validate my ticket.....?” There was laughter from the crowd. “So, enjoy yourselves and don’t be concerned because tonight, this is a consequence-free zone!”

Music thudded from the speakers on cue and the party started.

The evening was slow and horribly painful. I was strung up for a long time before I was used for the first time. A group of young men climbed the steps on the the stage blocks and fucked my mouth. At several points I had two cocks pushing into my mouth. Seeing that, another group abused me from behind. I was slapped raw and then fucked hard. Then there was a lull. Cum dripped down my face and from my ass, covering my thighs.

That happened several times. One guy or a group taking my mouth and another my ass.

I could no longer stand on tiptoes. I figured I must have broken a toe or something because I just couldn’t make those muscles work and my foot had gone numb. As a result my arms were in fierce pain the whole time.

After the fourth or fifth session the military men hosed the cum off me. They tested my restraints once more and then shoved the end of the hose inside me, a kinda makeshift enema. They held a bag of something to my nose and made me sniff up the contents. Again I was wired, and the fairground ride was ready once more.

As the night wore on people became more drunk and even rougher with me. I had lost count of how many times my ass and mouth had been raped by these people. I had puked several times and I think my body had given up and expelled anything I had left inside me. I wanted only to black out or simply to die, but the chemicals in my bloodstream kept me on the edge, experiencing every second in graphic detail. At least by now I was numb to all but the worst of the pain. I felt oddly detached, like this was happening to someone else. I was fading.

After some time, I have no idea how long, the small crowd had thinned. It was getting late, or maybe early. Two very large men were taking it in turns to dominate me. They were hitting me, punching me as if I were a bag at the gym, and fucking me. They had their cocks in me and makeshift toys in me. One of them fucked me with his beer bottle. He lost his grip on it and it slid from his hand to break on the concrete floor. In anger he picked up the neck of the bottle and jammed it into my side. It sliced into me like a jagged knife and he left it lodged in me. I could barely feel the pain any more, but I could see the gooey deep red liquid that was drooling from me to puddle on the floor.
That was the final straw for me. I was beginning to slump, the drugs were wearing off or perhaps my body was unable to process any more. The angry guy behind wanted my ass higher so he could get a better angle. He grabbed the securing rope and pulled. I moaned loudly, my shoulders not able to bend any further that way. I heard cracking sounds from my joints as my muscles, tendons and even bones protested and began to give way. He laughed, fucking into me the whole time like a maniac. He pulled again and again on that rope until, finally shooting his cum into my bowels, he pulled so hard that my shoulder on one side was wrenched out of its socket with a sickening popping, crunching sound that reverberated through my body. He let go of the rope, dropping me down again. But the damage was done.

Pain like electricity shot from one end of my body to the other. My arms were numb with pain, but my shoulder was agony on fire. I moaned, no longer able to vocalise the pain that my poor young body had endured. The flesh on my arm that had been branded, the fire in my ribs, the stab wound to my side and now the pain in my shoulder were focal points, but everywhere was beaten, bruised, tortured and punctured. My eyes started to close. I was going at last.

There was a sudden commotion. Colourful disco light were immediately replaced with bright white floodlights that momentarily made me squint. I was annoyed. Couldn’t they see I was trying to leave?

Then feet were running and people were screaming. There were ear-splitting bangs and bright flashes of light that left my ears ringing and my eyes unable to see. I felt myself floating as loud cracks like thunder echoed around the warehouse. There were smaller popping noises like lots and lots and lots of champagne corks. I remembered that I had liked champagne. But that was a lifetime ago. Or was that yesterday?

There was shouting, angry yelling. Some more champagne corks. Then, almost as quickly as it began the terrible cacophony of noise dissipated and lots of people seemed to shout “clear, clear, clear” over and over and over making my dizzy. The sounds sounds to be in the distance. A long way off.

Then someone was here, but I couldn’t go another round. I figured if I just let myself fall, let my eyes close and allow the darkness to consume me, I could go now. It was my time. They could do whatever they wanted with my corpse. Memories of that big tattooed man, Jonno, came unbidden to my mind. And then Craig, such a handsome figure with his wonderful smile, a boy who made my heart sing. At least I had known love before I end, I thought, and I felt a single tear fall from my eye.

I looked up one last time, my vision narrowing now as if the sides of my eyes had started to fail. There, in front of me, was a familiar face. Master Johns. He looked pale, like he was in pain. Or was it concern? I didn’t know and I didn’t care. It wasn’t real anyway. It couldn’t be. Just my mind playing tricks on me before I left. The black curtain was being drawn across my vision.

Finally, I was gone.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Against all the odds, I came around for a few minutes. I had been freed of my shackles. I was on a gurney. Ice packs were everywhere around me and on me and I was shivering. I had IV lines in both arms and someone was injecting me with something. Someone else pulled silver foil blankets over me. Someone stroked my forehead.

“I have to know what they gave him” someone said as I drifted away again. It sounded urgent.

I woke again. I was still on the gurney. My arm throbbed. It was bandaged tightly to my body. The sharp pains all seemed to be further away. I could feel them, but they were less intense. Someone was injecting something into me again. It was the doctor. He looked into my eyes and shone a light in my face and he frowned, shaking his head. He nodded toward the middle of the warehouse when the cage had been. I was just able to tilt my head to one side to look.

Master Johns was here. He was angry, his fury on full display. He was being held back by lots of huge men. A thin man was on his knees on the floor, and Pavel was standing before him. Other men were on their knees too, watched over by tough looking armed soldiers.

Was that Mister St.John standing with them? I couldn't quite make it out. I thought I saw Christian there too. I must be dreaming, I thought. None of this could be real, surely? Was I dead? There was a noise beside me. I turned my head but the sudden movement caused me to be dizzy and my eyes closed again. I though I saw TT and Craig...... but surely it was my mind playing tricks on me still.

I woke again. I was still bandaged and now on my side. The gurney had been moved around and I could see the crowd in the centre of the warehouse clearly now. The doctor was doing something to my back, which was numb. Two other people in medical gowns were here too, circling me, around and around and around.

I could hear the people talking.

“Pavel, don’t make this mistake. Let me go now.” Said the man on his knees.

Pavel stood unmoving. “The mistake is yours Oleg. Your men left Connor alive. He recognised your man. It took time to track down which shit hole you would run to. But finding you was inevitable.”

“Mother would be ashamed at what you have become Pavel. So weak. You destroy your business for what? Moral authority?” The man on his knees spat on the ground. I was taken by how similar these men were. Their voices were identical.

“Please do not mention our mother. She was a hard woman in hard times. She knew when to evolve, when to change. Your ways are the old ways. They are dead. Like mother”. The penny dropped at last. These men were brothers.

“Pavel, if you do this you will regret it for the rest of your very short life. We are brothers for god’s sake! The family will hunt you down! Arina will see to it. You’re already out on your own since Father threw you on the street!”

“I don’t care” said Pavel quietly. “You came into my house. You took something from me. You broke my personal seal and you took something from my friend and I.” He looked over his shoulder at Master Johns. “I should tell them to let him go. It would be amusing to see him, how did he put it.....? Ah yes, rip off your head off your shoulders and shit down your neck. Jonno…. always so colourful.”

“Jonno, why so cross, eh? Over one boy. Fuck, man, you can have any stinking boy you want. You pair of faggots are too fucking soft. Too soft to hurt me anyway” he shouted. He seemed confident. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Too soft?” Said Pavel. He sounded like I had never heard him before. He was angry, but it was more than that. There was a fury hidden away. “Break his arm”. He said.

One of the huge guards came forward. It only needed one. He pushed the man face down on the floor, his foot on the man’s back. There was nothing the man could do. The guard grabbed one arm in both hands and pulled it backwards. He yanked and twisted at the same time. There was a sickening crack and the man howled. He writhed on the floor, unable to nurse his arm which had had been broken behind his back. He was in pain and furious, breathing heavily, spitting.

“You fuck! I’ll fucking kill you for this! The family will rip off your balls and feed them to you! Fuck!” He spat.

“The family will do no such thing” another voice. Female. From the other end of the warehouse. A tall figure, impeccably dressed in a black and red suit with black stilettos, strode from one end of the warehouse to the centre to join the others. She appeared to glide to them. She was beautiful.

“Brother” said Pavel. “You mentioned Arina? Our sister? Here she is.”

Arina spoke before the man on the floor could answer. “You are a disappointment to the family, Oleg. I run our business interests now. You have gone too far and left me with no option but to rescind your shares. We voted. You were not there.”

The man spat on the ground again, but he was quiet now. That had shut him up.

Arina crouched to look at her brother. “Jonno came to me. We talked for a long time about how you have been operating here...... I am ashamed to call you brother. You found the lost boys and kept that to yourself? Then you kill our flesh and blood? For what, a pocket full of coins? How dare you! If father were alive he would boil you alive and you know it. You were always damaged, Oleg. But your sickness has gone too far. When I found what you have done...... I can scarcely believe it!”

“All this? All this over one dumb fucking whore boy? Over a stupid legend?”

“You still do not understand? Let me explain. You moved against your family. The boy you shot was the missing boy. It has been verified. Of itself, it is unforgivable. But brother, what you did has dishonoured us. The other boy was under Pavel’s personal seal. You knew this thing?”

“Ah, fuck you all” he said, and spat again. He rolled on the floor in pain before getting to his knees. “Dishonoured? Pavel has no honour. Father stripped him of his right to be called family. He is faggot filth!”

“I tire of this.” She said. She turned to one of the men holding Master Johns. She took something from him, turned back. There was a flash and a sharp crack that echoed around the warehouse. The man toppled to one side.

The doctor leaned over me. I flinched and moved my head too quickly, nervous and scared of someone getting too close. He looked into my eyes. “Are you alright?” He said. I had made myself dizzy again. My eyes rolled up into my head and I lost consciousness.

Over the next few hours I came around for only seconds at a time. I caught tiny snippets of conversation. Tiny sensations. I was cold. Numb. No sooner had I opened my eyes than they would close again and that black curtain would close for a while longer.

“He’s strong” I heard one time. “He’ll make it”.

“I can’t pump any more into him. I’ll kill him faster than they were going to!” Another time.

Another time I woke to panic around me. “I can’t stop this bleed. We need blood immediately. Christ, he’s going to bleed out.”

“I have the same blood type. The same blood. Use mine.” A familiar but foreign sounding voice.

“Let’s do this quickly then. You, get a line into him. I need to clamp this or all the blood in the world will be for nothing.”

Another time: “He needs more specialised care. I don’t have what we need. We need to get him to a hospital”.

Another time, followed by “No, how would we explain..... and they can’t help anyway. We need specialist care. Specialist surgery. Otherwise even if I can keep him alive…. just look at the state of him….. poor bastard.”

And then finally: “It’s arranged. He’s standing by.”

“Get the car”.

“No need. He’s sending his helicopter and armed escort”.

From there, I was peaceful and I knew no more until I woke much, much later.

To be continued......

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