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.

I woke early. I was hungry as I had skipped dinner yesterday.

I was struggling with conflicting emotions. It had only been three days since my life had been turned upside down but it felt like weeks. In that time I had experienced enough to give anyone doubts about their sanity. Sometimes I thought I had experienced an incredible sexual awakening. I must be gay, I enjoyed anal sex with other men, I loved the way these men looked at me with hunger in their eyes, and I had been given an opportunity to experiment with my secret fantasies in real life. However, sometimes my emotions swung the other way leaving me worried sick about rape and molestation, and about why I felt that some of the things I had been forced to do were enjoyable. I worried that I was sick, or somehow damaged. The problem was I was left to my own thoughts too much. I watched TV to escape, but I was bored and I tended to over-examine my situation. I needed to find a way to come to terms with it quickly or I feared I might end up...... in trouble.

I got up, showered, and prepared myself as Master had instructed. I sat on the edge of my bed, naked, waiting for someone to bring food and to instruct me about today.

To my surprise two men came barging into the room. I had not been briefed about a client and had not seen these men before. It was before breakfast too, so it must still be early. The men were quite young, maybe in their early thirties. They looked rough, with shaved heads and lewd tattoos on every exposed piece of skin. They both wore black boots and skin-tight black jeans with white sleeveless tops. Both had a number of piercings in ears, nostrils, eyebrows and lips.

“Grab him” one of them said. The other rushed to me. He took hold of my arms and twisted them behind my back and he pulled me onto my feet and over to the armchair. I cried out, more in surprise than pain. The other man administered an open-handed slap to my face which shut me up.

The man who slapped me grabbed my hands and pulled me over the arms of the chair. The other man grabbed my hips and pushed me down so that I was bent over, my arms stretched out in front of me. The man on my hips stood on the back of my knees to keep me from moving and digging my knees into the old carpet. I cried out again, this time from the pain of having the man’s full weight on my legs. I got another slap for that.

“Shut the fuck up boy” the man on my arms said. “Keep silent and take cock like a good little whore and we’ll leave you alone. You understand?”

I did my best to ignore the pain in my legs and replied “Yes sir, sorry sir”.

The men both laughed. “Nice manners” the man behind me said. He was pulling down his jeans. He got off my legs and groped my ass.

“Cute kid” the other said. “Bet he’s got a tight pussy”.

The man behind me lined up his cock and skewered me. I wasn't quite ready, so it hurt going in. I did my best to adjust and relax but it was much harder when someone was already half-way in. By the time I could react he was already fucking me hard. Tears were falling from my eyes but I kept quiet.

“Hold him” the guy in front said. The man behind me leaned heavily on my back as he shoved himself into me over and over. The other guy dropped his jeans and shoved his cock into my mouth, pushing hard right to the back of my throat.

My heart was racing. Was this normal? Was this a client or had people broken into the house? I just didn’t know and all I could do was submit and allow myself to be raped. What could I do against these men anyway? If I fought back they would murder me, most likely.

I focused on pushing my ass out, on making it easier for him to thrust forward. It only took a few seconds and already it was less painful. I just needed to stay in control.

The guy behind settled into a pumping rhythm. “Fucking hell this is tight. Tight going in and tight all the fucking way up” he said.

“Yeah, slut’s got a great mouth too. You reckon he’s legal?”

“Don’t know, don’t care” the other man said. “Too late now anyway” he said and laughed.

“Hurry up then. I want a turn”

I did my best to stick out my bottom for the man raping my ass. At the same time, I swirled my tongue around the other man’s cock head. I figured if I could make them come, they’d stop and leave me alone.

The man in my rectum sped up faster and faster, thrusting like a mad man into me. He was hurting me now. His cock was quite long and it felt like I was being punched inside over and over. He stopped mid thrust, made a strangled noise in his throat, and then I could feel him coming. The guy in my mouth pulled out and moved behind me. “Come on” he said. “Move over.”

The man pulled his cock out of my ass and the other guy jammed his into me right away. As I had no time to close up, it didn’t hurt so much. He began pumping away just like the first guy. His cock was shorter, but a bit thicker. I was just glad I was no longer being punched in the guts.

The other man came around to my head. He grabbed my face and squeezed so that I would open my mouth and then he shoved his semi-hard cock in, sliding it along my tongue. I made an effort slide my tongue out to make it easier for him. “I don't known which end is better” he said. “He’s got fucking great tongue action”. He slapped my cheek.

The other man was huffing and puffing. “You’re right about his cunt” he said between breaths. “Best I've had, no doubt”. As he finished the sentence he rocked forward and spewed his cum into me, too.

He pulled out quickly and came back to stick his cock in my mouth alongside his friend. I now had both dirty cock-heads jostling for my tongue. The laughed and joked as they fucked my mouth, often leaning over to slap my ass or to finger me.

“Shit, I'm gonna come again “ one of them said after a few minutes.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah” was all the other could manage. First one, then the other, pulled out and shot cum over my face. One of them pulled my head up by my hair and spat in my face. “Dirty cum slut” he said, and he winked.

They both laughed as they pulled up their jeans. “Fucking cute cum slut” the other said. He came over to where I lay over the arms of the chair and slapped my ass hard. “I could take that to bed and fuck it all night, know what I mean?” He said.

The other guy came over. He also slapped my bottom and he shoved some fingers into me, two or three, I wasn’t sure. “Yeah I know what you mean. Can't be legal. Not this tight. Or he was virgin. Or maybe a goddam angel sent here for a good fucking” He pulled his fingers out and slapped me again.

“Boy” he said and he grabbed my hair again. “Did you enjoy that? Being fucked by my friend and me?”

I looked up at him with my big blue eyes. They were still full of tears, but I guess I was mostly ok by this point. “Yes, sir. Thank you sir” I managed to say in a quiet voice.

The man laughed again. “Shit, this one’s so fucking cute. You hear this?” The other guys laughed and made some affirmative noise.

“Boy, you liked my cock in your cunt?” He asked.

“Yes sir” I said. Despite the rough sex, I was turned on by how they spoke about me. I wanted to tease this guy, to encourage him to say more slutty things. “I didn’t realise a man could put his cock…… inside me, sir” I said with a twinkle in my eye.

The man’s eyes went wide and he gripped his cock with one hand while he pulled my hair with the other. He looked hard at me. “But did you prefer my cock in your mouth or your cunt? Answer me boy. Choose?”

I did not know which to choose but I guessed it didn’t really matter anyway. “Sir, I prefer you in my bottom, sir” I said and I stuck my ass out as far as I could.

“Fuck!” Said the man loudly. Under his breath he said “you fucking slutty cock tease”. He practically had his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He called over to his friend. “I’ve got to go again. You go wait in the car. I won't be long.”

The other guy complained but I could hear him leaving. “Fucking horny bastard” I heard him say.

The guy who stayed behind slapped my face but it wasn't hard. He grabbed my hair and pulled me off the chair and onto the carpet. I was face down, my ass slightly raised as he got behind me. He couldn't be bothered to take down his pants again so he just pulled his cock out of his fly. I took a chance and said, in a quiet voice “please don’t hurt me sir”. I knew I shouldn't speak, but in the moment I found that this man’s pulling me about and his desire to have me to himself was intoxicating.

The man grunted loudly as he pushed forward and shoved his hard cock back into me. I couldn’t believe he was hard for me again, but he was.

“I have never fucked a slut so pretty as you” he said as he pushed forward. He was slower this time. Maybe he was sore. I knew I was!

He put all of his weight on me, crushing me into the carpet. He lay on top of me slowly fucking in and out of my hole, flexing his hips. His mouth was by my ear and he had gripped my upper arm very tightly as he fucked me. He whispered obscenities into my ear, calling me a faggot, a cum slut, a gay whore and so many other things. For some reason his words turned me on.

He pulled out and got up. He grabbed me and pushed me to the bed where he made me bend over it. He was almost gentle as he slid his cock into me and fucked me for a few minutes before pulling out again and tuning me over and pushing me further onto the bed. He climbed up too and pushed my legs back, lined up his cock with my entrance and entered me again. He was much calmer now. He was really fucking me trying to get the best angle with every stroke. This had gone from being a hard group fuck to a hot, intense fuck.

After a few minutes he slowed right down, pulling out a little way and then grinding into me. He started to whisper stuff again. “You’re a pretty little thing” he said. “Fuck your cunt is the best”. He was grinding his body against mine, the full length of his cock inside me. “You’re just the best.” He said. He surged forward with a few more strokes. “Fuck how are you making this so tight you little bitch?” He said. He grunted, spasmed, and came for the third time.

The man lay there, pushing my legs back and just allowing his cock to finishing pulsing inside me. For a few minutes he didn’t move, his cock buried deep inside my rectum. He was breathing heavily and sweating now. Eventually he started to get up, slipping the length of his quickly softening penis from my insides. I felt raw. Raped and raw. But something about that feeling was pretty good.

Before he pulled away from me he leaned forward and kissed me. He licked cum from my lips and shoved his tongue into my mouth, swirling the juices around with my saliva. It was a passionate kiss and I loved it.

He broke the kiss and got off the bed, put his cock away, and held out his hand for me. I was surprised, but I grabbed it and he helped me up. I was again surprised when he pulled me in for another deep kiss. His tongue probed far into my mouth. He pulled away and said “if I could afford you twice I'd come back and take you soft, like a girl” he grinned. “I reckon you deserve that.” He kissed me again and groped my ass, running his fingers around my entrance.

“Hey, sorry about the slap earlier. I didn’t mean to hit quite so hard. If I had know how fucking awesome you were gonna be I’d have held back a bit more, y’know?” He said. He kissed me again, groping me everywhere he could reach. He was all over me and I wondered if it was possible that this guy could go again.

“I’m gonna remember you and it's not often I can say that. I’m going to leave a tip for you downstairs. Least I can do. Don’t think anyone has ever been hot enough to make me shoot three times.” I smiled at him and gave him a kiss back.

“Nice fuck, you horny little slut. Thanks. I’ll remember you.” He kissed me one last time, slapped my bottom and walked out of the room, a broad grin on his face.

I sank to my knees, aware of the juices dribbling onto the carpet from my ass. I lay down on the carpet. I guessed maybe only twenty minutes had passed since the two men had come into my room. My face hurt again from being hit those first two times which was more frustrating than anything as I knew it would hurt all day. For some reason it didn’t seem so bad now the guy had apologised. I was sore back there as those two were not gentle. And I was hungry. And I loved being called a horny little slut.

After a few minutes of just laying there getting my breath back, Master appeared.

“Get up and pull yourself together” he said. I guess he thought I was crying or something.

I climbed to my feet, cum running out of my anus and down my thigh. “Yes master. Sorry master. I’m ok, I just needed to….. Master” I said, not finishing my sentence. It seemed stupid to say that I needed to get my breath back so I just stopped.

“Good.” He said with a knowing smile. He came over to me and lifted my chin with his hand. He looked at my cheek where I had been hit. He turned me around and instructed me to touch my toes and he examined my anus and buttocks. I felt like a sexy piece of meat.

“You are fine. You need a hot shower and some food and to prepare yourself. I will have something brought up. You have two more clients today. The first is in just two hours. The last will be two hours after that.”

“Yes master. Thank you master” I said.

“Go and shower. We can talk later.” He said. I acknowledged him and did as I was instructed.

My second client was certainly easier on me, but because my hole was sore there was nothing much that was pleasant about it. He was an older man, tall and muscular with an ornately trimmed grey beard. He came into the room and ordered me over the bed in a loud, booming voice. He undressed fully while I stood bent over, already naked. He pushed his cock into me slowly, allowing me a little time to adjust to him, then he slowly but surely fucked me.

All the while he made loud comments like “a good boy knows how to bend over and take a man’s cock” and “boys should be bred early and it is never wise to spare the whip”. It didn’t take him long to come, pumping me full of his very hot spunk. He dressed himself, bent down over me and said “well done, boy” before leaving, which made my heart sing momentarily. I probably would have enjoyed him a lot more but I was still quite sore from earlier and that detracted from the experience. He seemed nice enough and I liked the way he wasn’t in a rush and took things slowly. I must admit that I used more lube that I should have done for that client and I fully intended to use even more the for next one.

The third and client of the day took longer to service. He started by having me suck his cock for the longest time until my jaw ached. It was nice cock with a short shaft and a long head. It was an average sized penis and he giggled and squirmed around the bed when I licked around the top. Then he had me get onto all fours on the bed where he fingered me for ages which again, I might have really liked if I hadn’t been sore. He seemed to really enjoy digging around with his fingers, swapping hands and making all sorts of approving noises. Finally he mounted me, laying across my back while he thrust his hips at me. He came very quickly once he was inside, his salty cum stinging my asshole.

Neither of them had hit me, and neither were rough. I thought to myself that they would have been easy to service if I had felt better down there.

By late evening I had showered yet again, cleaned myself up again, eaten, and was laying on the bed alone. I was tired, laying on my front, my legs spread wide, and I had opened the window a little to let the evening air cool my hole. I had switched the TV off ages ago. I was just here with my thoughts, wondering about this strange situation.

The door opened and Master Johns came in. I quickly sat up and shuffled to the edge of the bed. I did not think it was polite to stay face down. He sat down in the armchair and looked at me.

“How is your face?” He asked. He had a softer tone now than he had had all day.

“It’s.....ok” I lied. In truth it hurt and it felt bruised even if it wasn’t. One of the slaps from earlier must have aggravated the bruise that hadn't quite gone from my first day.

Master got up, reached out and touched it my cheek and I winced and pulled back. “Hmmm.... As I thought” he said. “You have a red mark and it might bruise a little.” He got up and left, returning shortly with a tube of cream. He smeared some on my face with his fingers, finally rubbing it in with his thumb while he held my face. It hurt a little, but I didn’t complain. I was too busy enjoying the attention.

“Listen, you help no-one by concealing when you are in pain” he said. “If I ask you how you are, you must tell honestly me so that I can help you. You have enough to think about without enduring pain that can be taken away. We can agree on that, can’t we?”

“Yes master” I said, my eyes low.

“Good. Let me help you where I can. Now, how is your entrance?”

I looked up at him. I didn’t want to show weakness, but I figured I needed some help. “Sore, Master”. I said.

“I thought so. Show me”.

I flipped over on the bed so that I was bent over. I figured I may as well go all the way so I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks wide. Master touched around my anus with gentle fingers. He placed both his thumbs on my ring and gently pulled them apart, spreading me open a little. I relaxed and let him do it. His attentiveness was like a drug to me and even though I didn’t want to be fucked again, I had to admit that his fingers on my hole made me horny.

He said “hhmmm.” He spat onto his fingers and inserted one, using the saliva as lubrication. He moved his finger around very gently and while it was a little sore, it felt good. Actually, it was already starting to feel a little bit better. I started to get hard as I lay there.

Master took his finger away and sat on the arm of the chair. I turned around, trying hard to hide my disappointment and my growing erection as I shuffled back onto the bed and sat cross legged.

“Have you used your ointment today?”

I flushed red with embarrassment. I suddenly realised that I had not. “Er...... I forgot Master”. I figured I was due a beating for that but instead Master laughed.

“Then you’re an idiot!” He said softly, a broad smile on his face. “Use the medicine. Use it after each time if you have to. It will take a while before you’re used to being taken daily and sometimes you’ll need it even then.” He paused. “Have you serviced all of your clients today feeling sore?”

“Er..... yes, Master” I said sheepishly.

Master rolled his eyes. He muttered “wait here” and he left the room. I felt stupid. I had completely forgotten that I had that ointment despite the fact it was sitting in a bottle on the dresser the whole time. I kicked myself.

Master reappeared and made a spinning gesture with his finger. I took that to mean roll over and so I did. “Boy, this is going to sting. It’s a stronger version of what you have in that bottle. The good news is that I think you’ll be fine tomorrow. There’s no damage and your hole isn’t very red. You’re not used to these new feelings, I guess, and I think it probably feels worse than it really is.”

I was propped up on my elbow and turning my head to see what he was doing. He poured out some of the medicine. It was thicker than the ointment I had, more gloopy like the lube. He smeared a blob of it on my hole and then pushed his finger inside me. I took a sharp intake of breath. It stung like crazy, like a nest of hornets was attacking my asshole from the inside out. I bit down on the bedsheets as Master Johns put more and more of this stuff into me. I couldn’t stop tears falling from my eyes.

Finally he slapped my bottom gently and said “There you go”. I clenched my buttocks together in an involuntary reaction to the stinging, but already everything was starting to feel less spiky and sharp.

“Thank you Master” I said. “I am sorry to have been so stupid, Master” I added for good measure.

Master looked at me with a strange expression on his face as if considering something. After a pause he said “Let’s not worry about it. But much as I enjoy touching that little bottom of yours, I'm not going to be your personal nurse. Use the damn ointment!” He said in mock anger.

I grinned. “Yes Master!” I replied. I wanted to add 'I enjoy you touching my little bottom too, Master’ but I thought better of it.

Master smiled back at me. “You really must” he said. “I know some of what you’re going through. There is no reason to add physical discomfort to whatever is going on up there” he leaned forward to tapped his finger on my forehead. “Tell me if you need help, but make sure you help yourself, ok?” He seemed so kind and caring and it made my heart want to burst. My rational brain was screaming that this guy was my captor, but my heart just craved the attention, the nice comments, and his closeness. My cock craved it too.

“So, how was today for you?” He asked.

Once again I did not know how to respond, my mind too caught up in my stupid internal argument. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I wanted to say that I enjoyed some things but I was embarrassed to talk about them. I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t enjoy anything about this. I should hate Master and resist everything...... but I didn’t and I didn’t want to. How could I put that into words.

Master seemed sympathetic. He did not push me too hard. “It was difficult?” He asked.

I shook my head and gulped. Master raised his eyebrow at that and continued to bore into me with his eyes. Finally he spoke.

“You do not see it, I think, but you have done well again” he said, a slight smile on his face. “All of your clients today were pleased. More pleased than we have any right to expect even of someone far more experienced than you. You have done well to observe the rules and you have handled everything that our clients have required of you.” He stopped to study me again. “Your client of this morning left a tip for you, some extra cash. I thought he was on drugs, to be honest, but I think he was just in a state of euphoria. I can’t remember a time when a client gave a tip to one of our service personnel. It’s highly unusual. You obviously can’t spend it, but…… well, I see no reason why I can’t keep it and give it to you when the time is right.” He smiled, but seeing no reaction from me he tipped his head to one side and just looked at me for a while.

“I think you’re troubled” he said. “What’s on your mind?”

I stammered a few times but Master waited patiently for me to collect my thoughts. “Take a deep breath” he said gently.

“I...... I'm ashamed of myself” I said and tears came to my eyes.

Master nodded. “I understand” he said simply. There was a very long pause in the conversation. I looked down miserably at the sheets and I knew that Master was studying me again.

“Are you ashamed that you like men?” He asked. I had expected him to ask if I was ashamed at what I was being made to do. He seemed to know that wasn’t the case and managed to get right to the heart of the matter.

I looked up and nodded slowly. “Partly, Master” I said, my voice quiet. It was hard to admit that I liked men but that was better than admitting worse things.

“I see”. He said. “Partly”. There was another very long pause. “Is the other part that you have enjoyed some of your experiences in the last three days?”

I looked him in the eye. I couldn’t lie to him. He would know. I knew he would. I nodded, hardly moving my head. Hardly admitting anything really.

“May I give you some advice?” Master asked.

“Of course Master. Please.” I said quickly.

“Be true yourself.” He said. He added “It’s as simple as that.” He reached over and he touched my shoulder. “No-one else’s opinion matters. Not mine, not your grandfather, not anyone. It doesn’t matter if you’re free or in service. Give yourself permission to like what you like but most of all, like yourself.”

He smiled warmly and immediately I saw the truth in what he was telling me and my face brightened.

“I came here tonight to tell you something else completely.” He said. “But now is not the time. I think we both need rest. I will come to talk with you tomorrow morning. Think about what I said.”

Master smiled. He placed a hand on my thigh and stroked my leg. “You’re an incredibly beautiful boy” he said. “And you have approached the work you have been given with diligence. You told me you would try hard, and you have been true to your word beyond anything I could have expected. Thank you.”

I opened my leg a little. I was tired and emotional and sore, but I wondered if he wanted to take me. Part of me wanted to encourage him so that I could lay in his powerful arms.

Master smiled very warmly. “Tonight you need rest. Listen, I'd like nothing more than to lie here with you, but I do not wish to hurt you, my pretty little thing”. He gripped my thigh now. He stood, and pushed me back. He took a blanket and covered my naked body, leaning in to kiss my forehead before he left. 

To be continued......