The Abduction

My day was going like any other ordinary Wednesday. I had just finished watching my TV show obsession The Office after a tiring day at work and decided I’d better go to sleep since it was just past 12 am and I’d have to get up early to go to work again tomorrow. I finished up my nightly routine and snuggled under the covers on the cold January night.

I’d been dreaming about riding a horse through rolling green hills when a rustling at the door startled me awake. I heard some shuffling of feet and the clink of metal. I looked at my clock.

“That’s strange,” I thought. “It’s 3 am on a Wednesday my roommates are never usually up and about this late."

The shuffling steps continued and inched closer. In a moment of terror, I remembered that we always left the front door unlocked since it was a safe college town, and I remembered with increasing terror that I also always forget to lock the door to my room at night. What if it’s some crazy murderer coming to kill me? I kicked myself for not locking either door, and I told myself if this happened to be my roommate then I’d lock the doors from now on. But to my horror, the shuffling of steps continued to get closer and eventually they stopped in front of my door.

"Please be my roommate," I thought.

Maybe I’d remembered to lock the door by chance, hopefully. I heard the knob turn slowly. I held my breath. The door creaked as it slowly opened and gave way to a dark silhouette of a large muscular man.

“That’s not my roommate,” I thought.

The man took a step forward then locked the door behind him.

“Yup that’s what I should’ve done,” I thought as I gulped.

I wanted to scream or run but I was frozen, unsure of what he wanted or what he was capable of.

“Don’t make a sound,” the man growled menacingly.

He crept forward as he raised his arm to reveal a silhouette of a knife. He slowly pulled the covers off of me and left me shivering in my shorts and t-shirt, partially because of the cold but mostly because of my fright. He reached into his pocket and pulled out hand cuffs. He grabbed my hands and cuffed them—everything he did was slow and deliberate.

He smelt of dirt, alcohol, and the outdoors. I wondered if he’d tried at other apartments and mine was the lucky one that was unlocked or if he had chosen me intentionally. I still could hardly see his face in the dark. I could make out a scruffy beard and sharp facial features. Once my hands were cuffed, he took off his shirt, which I thought was strange. The moonlight creeping through the blinds showed his chiseled abs and hairy chest. Then, he took off his pants and his underwear.

“Oh no. Is this really happening?” I thought.

He placed the knife blade against my neck and his limp penis against my lips.

“Try any funny business and I’ll kill you. You can’t stop it, so you might as well try to enjoy it,” he said with a cruel smile.

With that, he placed the knife on my desk and shoved his dick into my mouth. The warm soft skin of his penis was a weird sensation in my mouth. I’d never done anything gay and had never given it serious thought, but I did what he wanted without resistance because I was in survival mode. He thrusted his dick slowly in then out. His dick hardened and grew larger in my mouth. Then, he grabbed the back of my head, put both knees on either side of my head on the bed, and started thrusting violently. I gagged and tried my best to breathe. He thrusted as far forward as possible to where his balls touched my chin, my nose was in his rancid pubic hair, and his dick was far down my throat. He held the position for a few seconds while I flailed for breath and tried to stop the discomfort of a dick in my throat. When he finally pulled his dick out, a mess of my saliva came with it, and I gasped for air.

“Good boy,” he said. “Now suck my balls.”

I didn’t have much choice as he rested his balls on my lips. I opened my mouth to receive the hairy and shriveled skin of his scrotum. I tried not to barf from the new texture on my tongue as I sucked on each nut then held the full scrotum in my mouth.

“Keep sucking,” he moaned as his head pulled back and he stroked his penis.

For some reason, I had a sudden strange attraction to seeing him pleased, maybe because subconsciously I knew that if he was pleased, he’d let me live. I sucked on his nasty balls like my life depended on it for some time until he pulled them out.

“Very nice,” he grunted, caressing my face.

He flipped me over and stuck my butt in the air. I gulped as I anticipated what was next. Then, I felt I warm wet feeling as his tongue circled my butthole then he jammed his tongue in. I was shocked at how pleasant it felt. He squeezed my butt cheeks and seemed to want to clean out my butthole with his tongue. Then, drops of gel which I assumed to be lube dripped onto my cheeks. He rubbed it in with his hand then stuck his finger into my butt. It caught me by surprise, but I was also surprised about the pleasant sensation. I bit my lip, frustrated that I was enjoying it.

After one finger was easy, he stuck two in and rotated his fingers around. Then he pulled them out and I kneeled there staring at the wall for an agonizing minute as I waited. I heard the squirt of the lube onto his cock and the squish of him stroking his cock. He continued stroking it at a slow consistent pace, presumably to get it as hard as possible. When he felt it was time, he kneeled behind me and slapped his dick against my butt. I winced in anticipation.

Then, he forced the tip of his cock into my hole, he kept sliding it forward until I yelped in pain. He slid it out then thrusted forward again, this time going a bit further than before but I again I yelped in pain.

“Relax baby, you’re too tense,” he purred.

Again, he stuck in the tip and this time continued sliding in his dick until he had stuffed his entire dick was his balls were touching my balls. I whimpered as I felt the full size of his massive penis inside me. He slid his lubed cock in and out. It was a peculiar new sensation for me, but I might have enjoyed it if he had eased into it and wasn’t so rough. I couldn’t tell him that though.

“You like that? Say yes daddy.”

“Yes daddy,” I said reluctantly. I felt humiliated, violated, and in pain.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes daddy,” I said louder.

He began to thrust quicker. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes daddy,” I cried out.

By now he was thrusting back and forth like a jackrabbit, no more was his slow demeanor. I gritted my teeth to refrain from screaming, but I didn’t know how much more I could take. Right when I felt I couldn’t take it anymore, he slowed as he crescendoed into a loud groan. His warm cum shot up my butthole as his cock throbbed inside of me. He squeezed out any last bit of cum still in his shaft into my butt. Then he threw me onto my back and stuck his cock near my face, now smelling like my feces and his cum.

“Suck it clean,” he demanded.

Begrudgingly, I did what he asked. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and smiled.

“I like you,” he said.

If it were anybody else, I would’ve taken it as a compliment, but since it came from a predator I only stared back at him in horror.

“You’re coming with me,” he said.

And as quickly he as he came in, he swiftly dragged me out of the bed by my hand cuffs. He threw me into his gigantic arms, cradling me like a baby as he walked out of the room and out the front door. Again, I froze, unsure if what to do and terrified for my life.

“You and I, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he said as he kissed me on the forehead. Then he threw me in them to the back of his van.