When Layne gets kidnapped, he wakes up to find himself paired with a severely abused, brainwashed boy named Blythe. The teen must convince the other boy that they can escape from their cruel abductor, Sir, by working together. But once they are free, will Layne's life ever be the same as he shows Blythe that it's possible for him to live in the outside world again?
Warnings: Rape, Dubcon/Noncon, Graphic sexual content (anal, oral, BDSM, etc.), Kidnapping, Severe abuse, Mentions of underage sex, Homosexuality (m/m), Torture, Brainwashing, Blood, Harsh language, Etc.
This story is fictitious and completely fantasy based, as are the characters, places, ideas, and occurrences.
Author's Note:
At the request of the wonderful Rambling Robin I have started another kidnapping story. I am dedicating this one to her because she loves it so much and is always so helpful with brainstorming, and also because she loves angsty smut just as much as I do. Love you, dear! ;)
For those of you who liked my story "Damien" this one should appeal to you. It's a bit on the darker side, but as always, it will have a happy ending.
Enjoy… ;)
It started out as a perfectly normal day. I woke up, went to school, and then started walking home like I did every day. Normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was planning on playing some video games when I got to my house before I started my homework, maybe cook myself a pizza to hold me over before mom got home and made dinner...
But none of that happened.
Because when I turned the corner of the alley that I always took as a short cut, something slammed into the side of my head. The last thing I saw was the dirty concrete coming up at my face. Then everything went dark.
I woke slowly, immediately becoming aware of the throbbing pain in my temple. I groaned and shifted on whatever I was lying on, then tried to open my eyes. The room I was in was dim, I could barely make anything out in the darkness, but I could clearly see the boy sitting beside me when I rolled my aching head over.
I blinked up at him. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was very pretty for a boy. He was small and had shaggy blonde hair and big blue eyes that looked scared. A faint smile quirked the corners of his bow lips as I gazed up at him, and then he spoke quietly.
"You woke up... Is your head okay...?"
His voice was nice and pleasing to the ear, but it wavered slightly, as if he didn't talk much. I continued to blink up at him stupidly, trying to figure out who he was and what the hell was going on.
My head? I reached up and touched the side of my pounding skull where I could feel a big lump underneath my short brown hair. What happened...? I remembered walking home from school, then the alley... Then nothing. Fuck. Had I been knocked unconscious? By whom? And where the hell was I now!?
I looked back up at the boy kneeling next to me, a concerned look on his pretty face. That's when I noticed he was naked. My gazed raked over his pale skin and then down to my own body. I was naked too. What the hell!?
I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea hit me and made me fall back. The boy jumped when I moved, like I had frightened him. He reached out hesitantly, as if to help me, but quickly yanked his tiny hand back to himself, seeming torn about keeping his distance and checking to see if I was okay.
I pulled my attention off of the kid when he stayed still and didn't do anything else. Since I couldn't get up to look around to see where I was I quickly turned my head and surveyed the room we were in. It was lit up by a simple bare light bulb, hanging from wires dangling from the ceiling. I was lying on a small pallet made of blankets and some kind of foam material, which was the only thing on the hard floor other than a bucket in the corner of the room. The walls were bare concrete with a few cracks here and there, the only part of the walls that weren't concrete was a big metal door that was sealed tight. It was like a very small cell, only about six feet by six feet in diameter; it sort of made me feel claustrophobic.
I quickly turned my attention back to the boy sitting beside me, panic beginning to flood my dazed brain.
"Wh-where am I?" I asked, my voice hoarse from my throat being dry; shit, how long had I been out for my throat to feel like this?
The kid's eyes widened even more and he seemed surprised that I was talking to him. He glanced around the room like a trapped wild animal, before looking back at me.
"Th-the sleeping room," he said quietly.
Sleeping room? What the hell?
"The sleeping room? I-I don't understand... Did you bring me here?" I asked in confusion, struggling to try to sit up again.
I was pretty sure this small boy wasn't strong enough to drag my body anywhere, I wasn't a really big guy, but I definitely had a good fifty pounds on him. The only reason I asked was because I was too afraid to ask the question "who brought me here" out right. It was becoming obvious to me that I had been kidnapped, but I tried to stay calm; panicking wouldn't do me any good right now.
The boy's eyes darted to the door, then he looked back at me with fear in his blue gaze as he slowly shook his head.
"Sir did," he told me in the same quiet voice.
Sir...? Fuck that didn't sound good.
I finally managed to pull myself into a sitting position and I leaned against the wall I was near. Damn my head was killing me. I clutched my throbbing temple and looked back over at the boy, taking in his appearance better now that I was upright. He was even smaller than I had thought he was and he was very thin, like he had been starved, which made me wonder how long he had been here. But what bothered me the most were the bruises littering his luminous skin, especially the big handprint ones on his twig like arms.
"Who is 'Sir'?" I asked softly, keeping my voice gentle even though I wanted to scream; the kid looked as terrified as I felt.
He shifted slightly, looking to the door again with a frightened look on his face.
"He's- He's just Sir..." He whispered, looking back over at me.
The kid was shaking like a leaf now, looking so scared it made me feel sick. Jesus Christ, what was happening? I swallowed hard and tried to continue to stay calm.
"What's your name?" I asked quietly, wanting to know so I could talk to him properly.
The boy's eyes widened again and he blinked at me for a long time before he responded.
"H-he calls me... Pet."
His answer made it hard to breathe. Oh God. Had this "Sir" taken me to be his pet too...?
"How long have you been here?" The question blurted out of my mouth.
The boy bit his lip and gave a small shrug.
"I don't know... A really long time," he responded quietly, dropping his eyes to his knees.
Shit! Shit, shit, shit!
The kid suddenly jumped and flinched away from me almost violently and I realized I had yelled the last word out loud.
"Hey, it's okay! I'm sorry," I quickly apologized, reaching out for him; I didn't need him so afraid of me that he couldn't answer any more of my questions.
He scrambled backwards away from my hand to press his back against the opposite wall, his big eyes filled with fear again.
"D-don't. Please? I-I don't know if we're allowed to touch yet," he whispered frantically, shaking his head.
I stared at him.
"Yet...?" I asked.
He shook his head again and raised his small shaking hand to point at the corner of the room. I only noticed the movement because of his trembling, but I quickly looked to where he was pointing and saw what he was trying to tell me.
In the top corner of the room there was a small camera I hadn't noticed before, with a tiny, blinking red light. Fuck. He was watching us...?
"Why did he bring me here?" I quickly asked, looking back at the kid, starting to lose my cool.
The boy was quiet for a moment, gazing at me warily, but then he dropped his gaze to the floor.
"I-I think he wants to watch us..." He murmured softly.
"Watch us...?" I hissed, not sure what he meant by that.
The kid nodded slowly, glancing back up at me. I let out a low moan and buried my face in my hands, trying not to cry. Fuck! Why was this happening!? Why me!? And who was this boy!?
I looked back up at him and tried to get answers.
"What's your real name?" I asked quietly, crawling across the floor to sit closer to him.
He stared at me with those wide eyes, seeming afraid of me, as if he was worried I was going to hurt him, but he didn't pull away. He swallowed hard and looked away from me to stare at the wall across from us for a long time before he finally spoke.
"My-my name is Blythe... I haven't thought about it in a long time; I almost forgot it..." He whispered.
I stared at him in disbelief. He had been here long enough to forget his own name!? Holy shit.
"My name's Layne." I told him softly. "Blythe... Why are you here?" I asked hesitantly.
He glanced over at me, a pained expression on his face, but then his head suddenly snapped over to look towards the door. Without warning he quickly scrambled to the edge of the pallet and kneeled on the concrete with his knees spread apart wide. He placed his hands behind his head and lowered his chin so that it was almost touching his chest; it was a very exposed, vulnerable position that looked extremely uncomfortable. I couldn't understand why he had suddenly moved like that, I hadn't heard or seen anything...
"Blythe...?" I started hesitantly, but then a groaning noise suddenly echoed through the small room and the door slowly opened.
The man who stood in the doorway was fucking huge. His face was shadowed in the dim lighting, so I couldn't make out his features completely, but I could see the twisted smirk that spread across his lips. I wanted to jump up and try to run from the room, to shove past him and find a way out of here. But I couldn't move. I was too scared, frozen to the spot. Fuck, what was going to happen now...?
The man, who I assumed was the "Sir" Blythe had been talking about, made a soft clicking noise with his tongue, as if calling for a dog. I watched in disbelief as Blythe quickly got to his feet and scampered to the man's side. Sir's giant hand came down on the back of the small boy's neck, making Blythe wince, and he pulled him from the room. Then the door slammed closed.
I stared at the sealed door and listened for any sound, but all I could hear now was my loud, frantic breathing. I wondered where the man was taking Blythe. Was he separating us now that I was awake? Or was he going to hurt Blythe for talking to me...? I cringed at the thought of getting the smaller boy hurt, but I quickly pushed it from my mind and tried to focus on the more important matter at hand: where was I?
I slowly got to my feet with the help of the wall and made my way to the large, metal door. I was very wobbly on my feet, but I managed to stay standing long enough to feel around the edges and search for any means of escape. But just as I had thought, the door was completely sealed tight, no way to even open it from the inside.
I tried to stifle the sudden sobs that burst from my mouth, but now that I was alone I couldn't stop myself from panicking. What was going to happen to me? Would I be raped? Beaten? Brainwashed like Blythe obviously had been...?
I thought about the boy and imagined him sitting in this cold room by himself for hours upon hours and I shuddered; no wonder he looked so scared. I sat back down on the pallet and laid on my side to rest my head, trying to stop my tears. How many times had Blythe laid like this and cried by himself? I suddenly wished the boy was back so I could at least have some company; I couldn't imagine staying in here alone for so long. Fuck, this was horrible.
Hours seemed to pass by before I finally drifted into a fitful nap, but it was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door opening again. I quickly sat up and scrambled the short distance to the back wall and pressed myself against the rough concrete.
Sir was back, looming in the doorway, with no Blythe to be seen. I vaguely wondered what he had done to the boy, but decided to worry about myself at the moment. The man watched me for a long time without moving or saying anything, his eyes shadowed in the darkness. I covered my bare chest with my arms and tucked my knees up, trying to hide my naked body from his intense gaze. I felt like I couldn't breathe, waiting for something to happen, but he finally stepped further into the room.
I was able to see his face clearly in the light and I felt myself shrink back from the look in his pale grey eyes. He had a piercing gaze that seemed to see straight through me, and it matched the amused smirk on his lips. He looked to be in his mid-thirties and had dark blonde hair cut in a simple short style. His body was naturally muscular, but it also looked like he maintained it, making his bicep almost as big around as my head. He was also tall, at least a foot taller than my 5'5" frame. In all honesty he looked like a normal, average guy, nothing that special about him other than his large build. But that was obviously not the case since the bastard had kidnapped me.
"I'm so glad you're finally here, Layne. My little Pet has been desperately needing a companion for some time now," he spoke in a deep voice that made a shiver run down my spine.
The fact that he knew my name made me feel like a bucket of ice had been dumped into my stomach. What else did he know about me...? I was trembling so hard my teeth were chattering, but I gathered up all the courage I had to ask the main question I needed to know.
"Wh-why am I here?" My voice was weak, but I knew he heard me because of the soft, dark chuckle that came from his throat.
"To entertain me, of course," he informed me with that cruel, twisted smirk.
"You can't keep me here," I hissed, feeling braver now that I had already spoken to him. "My parents will be looking for me. They'll find me. You're not going to get away with this you sick fucking bastard!"
My threat ended with me yelling and my voice echoed off the walls of the small room. I'm not sure what reaction I expected from the man, perhaps I was foolishly hoping to intimidate him into letting me go, but I certainly didn't expect the loud laughter that burst from his mouth. I stared at him, feeling my courage slip away from the way he laughed at me, as if what I had said was the funniest thing in the world. He slowly took a few steps closer to me as his chuckling ended, and he kneeled down to be at my eye level.
I pressed myself harder into the wall, wishing I could disappear through the rough concrete, but I tried not to show how terrified I was; I couldn't let him know I was scared, I knew he could use it against me if I did. He watched me for a moment with his head tilted to the side, but then he reached out for me suddenly. I flinched away from his hand, but he still managed to grab a fistful of my hair on the top of my head and yank me closer to him, making me cry out. He forced my head back and looked at my face, turning it to the left and right as if appraising me. He smiled an evil smile and made a humming noise of appreciation.
"You're even prettier up close, Layne. You and Pet will look so nice together," he murmured softly, reaching up to run his thumb over my bottom lip.
I shuddered when he touched me, his hand oddly gently compared to the one in my hair. Without thinking I bit down on his finger, hard; I wasn't going to let him touch me without a fight. He grunted in pain and jerked his hand away from my face, glaring down at me.
The sudden, harsh blow to the side of my head caught me off guard and would have knocked me to the ground if his fingers weren't still fisted tightly in my bangs. I cried out and went limp, my already pounding skull throbbing even worse now. It took a moment for my eyes to focus and for my ears to stop ringing, but when they did I saw that Sir was smiling and chuckling softly.
"My, my, you're much feistier than Pet ever was," he mused, quickly reaching back out to grab my jaw.
He squeezed the bone hard, making me moan in pain, but then he abruptly let go. I cringed, expecting him to hit me again, but I was suddenly hauled to my feet with his tight grip in my hair instead. I clutched his fist with both of my hands and tried to pry his fingers out of my hair while I stumbled after him as he dragged me out of the room and then down a short, dark hallway. I struggled to ignore the intense pain in my scalp and focus on my surroundings to see if I could find a way to escape, but I didn't have long to look around before we were suddenly in a much larger room.
This area was brighter, lit up with several big fluorescent lights on the ceiling. The walls and floor were still concrete, but they were smoother than the ones in the sleeping room, as if they had been painted. There were no windows or doors, only two open doorways, the one we had just came through and then another one on the opposite side of the room leading into another dark hallway. We were clearly in some kind of basement, but I quickly corrected my line of thinking when I saw the items in the room.
This was some kind of sick sex dungeon. The walls were covered with various tools of torture: whips, belts, canes, and more. There was another wall that had a shelf full of sex toys lined up on it: dildos, butt plugs, bottles of lube, and a ton of other things I couldn't recognize. On one side of the room there were three weird looking devices that were obviously used to lock a person into a position that they could be fucked in. There was rigging hanging from the ceiling in various spots, where someone would be suspended from in different positions. On the other side of the room there was a dog crate big enough to fit a person. There was a padded mat in one corner and a video camera set up in front of it, and also a big, comfy looking lounge chair beside that. But the corner that really attracted my attention was the one with a chair turned to face the spot where the walls met, where Blythe was currently sitting.
I stared at the small boy's back as Sir continued to drag me through the room, wondering why the hell he was just sitting there. Why didn't he try to run!? There was an open fucking doorway on the other side of the room and he had clearly been left alone for several minutes while the man was dealing with me! What was wrong with him!?
Sir manhandled me over to the corner of the room where the mat and camera was. He shoved me down to my knees hard. Luckily the mat was heavily padded and made to kneel on, so it protected my kneecaps, which in itself made me feel nauseous to think about. I immediately tried to get up, but his hand was still tight in my hair, forcing me to stay down.
Something was suddenly around my throat and then tightened harshly, making me gag. I reached up frantically and realized he had looped some kind of thick, leather collar around my neck. His fingers worked fast and quickly secured it, then he snapped a small lock onto it. He reached up and I heard the sound of a chain. I looked up and watched in dismay as he grabbed some kind of thick chain leash that was connected to the ceiling and hooked it to the front of the collar. Then he reached down to the floor at the edge of the mat and grabbed another chain connected to the concrete, and hooked it to the back of the collar, then locked them both in place.
He finally released my hair and I quickly jerked away from him, but didn't get very far at all because of the chains. They kept me on the mat and the one on the floor made it impossible to stand, I could only crawl a few inches away from him. I reached up and vainly pulled on the collar, trying to open the damned locks, but they wouldn't budge. I let out a pathetic sounding noise of frustration, which made Sir laugh. He patted my head as if I were a dog and I jerked away again which made him laugh even louder.
"Just relax, Layne. We'll get started soon," he told me in a teasing tone, walking over to the camera to mess with it.
After a few seconds he looked to the corner Blythe was sitting in silently.
"Come, Pet," he ordered, his voice staying sugary sweet.
Blythe glanced over his shoulder briefly, then began to get up, but abruptly stopped and made a pitiful whimpering sound. Sir glanced back at him, then growled in annoyance and stomped over to the boy. I watched in horror as he lifted Blythe off the seat to reveal that he had been impaled on a big dildo that was attached to the chair. Blythe made a soft noise of discomfort as the thing slid out of his body, but he didn't seem to be in pain; it was almost like he was used to having it inside of him. No wonder he hadn't tried to escape...
"I've taught you how to get off of that by yourself," the man scolded the boy gruffly, slapping him in the back of the head hard enough to almost knock him down.
Blythe cowered, but he didn't try to get away from Sir, he simply stood there with his big eyes downcast guiltily. The man shook his head and sighed, then grabbed the small boy's arm and roughly pulled him over to the mat where I kneeled. He gave Blythe a loud smack on his bottom, before pushing him to fall to his hands and knees in front of me. Blythe glanced up at me hesitantly, but quickly turned his eyes back to the floor where they stayed glued. I turned my attention to the bastard standing behind the camera once again, making small adjustments to the position and peering through the eye piece.
"What the fuck are you planning?" I demanded, hating how my voice wavered.
Sir glanced up at me with a raised eyebrow and chuckled softly, but didn't answer me. He went back to fiddling with the camera, but spoke as he was doing so.
"Pet, get into position," he ordered sharply.
Blythe quickly moved in front of me, turning his ass to face me. He spread his knees apart wide and arched his back in a very lewd pose, exposing himself completely. I quickly looked away, my cheeks blushing in embarrassment, but not before I got a good eyeful of Blythe's pink, gaping hole that was leaking lube.
Sir was suddenly beside me and brushed a hand through my hair. I jerked away from him angrily and glared up at the fucking prick.
"I think you know what I want you to do, Layne," he said softly, that ugly smirk still on his face. "You're going to put on a good show and fuck Pet nice and hard for the camera," he told me.
"Fuck you!" I spat. "I'm not doing this. I won't! You can't make me. You can do whatever you want to me, but I'm not doing that to him!" I yelled at the man, my voice echoing off the walls.
Sir chuckled and kneeled down to look me in the eye.
"Yes you will, Layne. Now be a good boy and do what I told you to do, or I'll have to make you do it; and I don't particularly want it to have to come to that," he said quietly.
"You can't make me do it no matter what you do," I snarled, wanting to punch the bastard in his face, but knowing that would be a really dumb idea in my current position.
Sir sighed and straightened, then walked away from us to the other side of the room. I took the chance to look down at Blythe and quickly spoke to him while the man was out of earshot.
"Blythe, where are the keys for these locks?" I whispered hurriedly, pulling on the collar. "If you can get them, we can figure out a way to get out of here."
Blythe glanced back at me like I was crazy, then quickly looked back to the floor in front of him. I stared at him in disbelief. What the hell was wrong with this kid!? Didn't he want to get out of here!?
Sir was suddenly back, walking towards us with something in his hand. It was one of the tools that had been hanging on the wall, a thin wooden cane about three feet long. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, preparing myself for the pain. He could hit me as much as he wanted, but I was not going to rape the boy in front of me.
"I'll give you one more chance, Layne..." Sir said threateningly, stopping beside me.
I glared up at him.
"Fuck you," I hissed.
He nodded once, not seeming surprised by my response. Without warning he suddenly brought the cane down in a fast motion. I winced, closing my eyes tight, not sure where the thing would hit me. But I quickly realized Sir wasn't aiming for me.
He caught Blythe on the back of his thin thighs with a loud smack, making the small boy scream and collapse to the floor. I stared in horror at the bleeding gashes on Blythe's legs, unable to comprehend what was happening. Why had he hit Blythe!? The kid hadn't done anything!
"Are you ready to be a good boy now, Layne?" Sir asked above Blythe's quiet sobs.
I stared up at him, trying to figure out what this man was thinking. He was hurting Blythe to make me obey him...? That didn't make any sense!
"I-I can't! I'm straight! This-this isn't right!" I stammered out.
Sir brought the cane down again, this time across the middle of Blythe's butt cheeks. The boy screamed again and threw his arms over his head in a pitiful attempt to protect himself, beginning to sob louder.
"No! No, stop! Don't hurt him!" I begged trying to move to protect the trembling body in front of me, but the chains yanked me to a stop.
"Then you'll do what I instructed you to do," the man said softly, turning his attention to Blythe.
He reached down and yanked Blythe back up to his hands and knees with a firm grip in the boy's tousled hair. Then he jerked his head back harshly and leaned down to press his lips against Blythe's tiny mouth. I expected the kid to recoil, or to at least stay unresponsive to the violating kiss, but instead he reacted in a much different way. He moaned softly and eagerly accepted the man's affection, immediately opening his jaw to allow Sir to deepen the kiss. I watched in disgust as Blythe's tears slowly stopped as he took comfort in the man's passionate actions. Did he actually like what this bastard did to him...? The thought made me feel sick.
When Sir pulled away from the boy, Blythe whimpered quietly, as if begging for more. I looked away as the man tenderly stroked his fingers through Blythe's silky hair and the kid leaned into the touch like a dog would to it's master's hand. He gazed up at Sir with the most pitiful look on his face; a mixture between adoration and fear. He was fucking terrified of this bastard and yet he also respected him... What had Blythe been through to make him look at this man like that...?
"Are you ready, Layne?" Sir asked softly, turning his attention back to me, but continuing to tenderly pet Blythe's hair.
My eyes darted from the man's face, to the instrument in his hand, then to Blythe's bleeding flesh. I did not want to do this. I was fucking straight for God's sake! How would I even get it up!? I hadn't even been with a girl yet, I couldn't even imagine fucking a guy! Especially raping him! But I really didn't want him to hit Blythe again...
"Layne..." Sir spoke threateningly when I took too long to answer.
"I-I can't..." I whispered weakly, wanting to cry in frustration.
Sir made a tsking noise and shook his head in disappointment, then suddenly brought the cane down again on Blythe's thighs between the two previous spots, right below his buttocks. The boy shrieked and jerked violently, but Sir was now gripping his hair tightly, so he didn't fall. Blythe was sobbing pitifully, his eyes closed tight against the pain, his breath coming in harsh gasps. The slashes on his pale skin were beginning to bruise around the edges and were bleeding steadily, streaming down his legs. It made me feel sick that I had caused them, but I just couldn't do this!
Sir raised the cane again and began to bring it down-
"STOP! I'll do it!" I yelled, quickly reaching out my shaking hand as if to halt the blow.
The cane stopped just before it connected with Blythe's body. The boy flinched heavily, then let out a shuddering sigh of relief and let himself go limp in Sir's tight hold, allowing himself to hang by his hair. Ouch.
Sir watched me for a moment, as if debating on whether or not I was telling the truth, but then he looked back down at Blythe and gave him a rough shake by his head as if he were nothing more than a rag doll. The boy immediately got back on his hands and knees, back into the sexual position he had been in before, pressing his forehead to the mat and breathing raggedly. I gazed down at his small trembling body, wondering how the hell I was going to do this.
Sir had moved back over to the camera and sat down in the lounge chair beside it, making himself comfortable with a twisted smile on his face. He watched us intently, obviously waiting for me to start. I looked away from the bastard and back down at Blythe, desperately trying to think of a way to get out of this predicament, but deep down I knew it was hopeless. If I didn't want Blythe to be hurt more because of me, I would have to do what this fucker told me to do until I could figure out a way to get us the hell out of here.
I sighed softly and swallowed hard, before tentatively reaching out to touch Blythe's hip. He flinched slightly from my gentle touch, but then obediently stayed still. I stared at the place where my fingers touched his soft, pale skin, my tan complexion starkly contrasting his, then I let my gaze travel up his back to his ruffled blonde hair. His body was bruised in various spots, and I could see that he had recently been whipped with a belt or something from the still reddened welts crisscrossing his spine. I couldn't even imagine what he went through every day, and now I was being forced to abuse him even more. He was shaking underneath my hand and I wondered if he was scared or if he was just hurting from that damned cane; I didn't want him to be afraid of me and I didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already was... I would just be as gentle as possible.
I glanced down at my completely flaccid cock and wondered how the hell I was supposed to get hard in this type of situation. I hesitantly stroked myself a few times, trying to think of something else, like tits or pussy, but nothing happened; maybe because I had a fucking audience. I clenched my teeth and looked back over at Sir, who was watching me with interest. Fucking sick bastard...
"How the fuck do you expect me to do this?" I snarled, my voice finally sounding as angry as I felt.
Sir chuckled and smirked evilly, as if I was thoroughly entertaining him.
"Get Pet to help you," he suggested, with a careless wave of his hand.
I glared at the man, then looked back at Blythe, who was hesitantly glancing over his shoulder at me, as if waiting for a command. How the hell was he supposed to help me when I wasn't attracted to guys? I mean, yeah, he was surprisingly pretty for a boy, but the obvious fact that he was a boy was right in front of me, hanging between his spread legs. I started to worry that I wouldn't be able to get aroused enough to do what Sir expected me to do. Would he hurt Blythe because I couldn't get it up? Fuck, what was I supposed to do!?
"Pet, be a good boy and help Layne out," Sir said softly, speaking to the boy sweetly, as if he hadn't been slicing his fucking legs up a few moments ago.
Blythe quickly turned around to face me. He gazed up at me with those big blue eyes and I was startled to see how very bright they were in this lighting; the color was really beautiful. Blythe raised a tiny, shaking hand and timidly reached out for my cock. I had the urge to pull away, the fact that a boy was about to touch me making me feel violated, but I held still. I gasped and closed my eyes tight when his cold fingers wrapped around me, then I suddenly felt an amazingly warm sensation on my dick.
I immediately knew what was happening, and immediately started to get hard against my will. I didn't want to think about the fact that I was getting my first blow job from another dude, but holy fuck the kid's mouth felt good. I glanced down as Blythe took me all the way into his hot little mouth, peeking up at me from under his bangs. I stared at him with wide eyes as he began to deep throat me easily, bobbing his head up and down on my now fully erect cock. Shit, why did it have to feel so damn good!?
"Enough, Pet," Sir ordered after a few seconds.
Blythe immediately pulled away from me, making a lewd slurping noise as he released my dick from his wet mouth, then he quickly turned back around and presented his ass to me again. I let out a shuddering breath and hesitantly reached out to grab his slender hips, ready to just get this over with; I hoped I could stay hard long enough to cum. I pulled him closer to me and lined my cock up to his hole carefully, but hesitated for a few seconds, gazing down at his body. The cuts from the cane were still bleeding and I knew it would probably hurt like hell when I touched them, but there was no way I wouldn't. Fuck, I couldn't believe I was about to do this... But what other choice did I have!?
"Please tell me if I hurt you," I whispered softly, touching Blythe's lower back gently; I would be as gentle as possible, he didn't deserve to hurt anymore.
The boy looked back at me with wide eyes, obviously surprised by my words, but then he quickly turned his head back towards the wall. I swallowed hard, hating myself for what I was about to do, but hating the man watching us even more. I glanced over at Sir and his disgusting, lust filled gaze; I was going to fucking kill him if I got the chance...
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was anywhere else but there, and slowly began to push my cock into Blythe. Even with him being stretched out from sitting on that dildo, he was still tight. And hot and wet... And fuck it felt really good! I groaned from a combination of pleasure and frustration as I pushed myself all the way in. I hadn't wanted it to feel this good, I had hoped I wouldn't enjoy fucking someone against my will. But I couldn't ignore how amazing it felt to be inside of Blythe's tight body.
He let out a small, breathy noise when I entered him, but otherwise stayed quiet until I started moving. I carefully pulled out, then slowly pushed back in, and eventually got the hang of the thrusting motion, which was a little harder to do with an actual person than I had imagined it would be. I was so fucking worried I was going to hurt Blythe, so I tried to be as careful as possible, but I quickly realized that the boy was actually enjoying the sex by the soft moans and whimpers coming from his parted lips.
"Faster, Layne." Sir suddenly demanded, startling me.
I shot him a glare, but did as I was told, mostly because if I kept up the pace I was at it would take me forever to finally cum. I closed my eyes again and tried to imagine I was doing Casey, the girl at my school I had a crush on, but I couldn't get the image of Blythe out of my head, so I stopped trying. Instead I opened my eyes and focused on him, making sure I didn't hurt him.
He continued to make those soft noises, which actually would have sounded pretty hot if I wasn't in the situation I was currently in. I couldn't believe I was thinking that another guy sounded sexy, but in all honesty he did. I bit my lip to stop from moaning as my pleasure grew and I got closer to orgasming; I didn't want to make it seem like I was enjoying this in anyway, which was hard because I really was. To my immense dislike, I couldn't deny the fact that fucking Blythe felt wonderful. My first time having sex with someone felt way better than I had imagined it would; too bad I couldn't thoroughly enjoy it because of how it was happening.
My breathing became uneven and I could feel that familiar warmth building up in my belly, which meant I was close. Thank God, I wanted this to just be over. A moan escaped my lips as I got closer and I wondered if I should pull out or cum inside of him, but quickly decided I would pull out-
Sir was suddenly behind me, reaching around me. I let out a startled yelp as he harshly jerked my hips back, yanking my cock out of Blythe's ass abruptly, which made the boy jerk and make a soft noise of discomfort. I began to instinctively fight him off, not sure what the hell was going on, but then my cock was in his hand. He moved too fast for me to realize what was happening until something suddenly tightened painfully tight around the base of my dick and my balls.
"What the fuck!" I screamed, as he released me and stepped away from me.
I stared down in horror at the cock ring he had locked on me, clearly designed to keep me erect and make me last longer.
"I couldn't have you cumming too soon and cutting my fun short, Layne," Sir said tauntingly as he sat back down in his chair. "Go ahead and continue," he ordered with a casual wave of his hand.
I glared at him with contempt, clenching my teeth so hard it made my jaw ache, but I didn't say anything, too afraid that I would make him mad and cause him to hurt Blythe again. I looked back down at the boy and saw him looking at me over his shoulder with an almost pleading look in his big eyes, as if begging me to do as I was told. I let my anger out in a frustrated sigh and forced myself to relax so I wouldn't hurt Blythe, then I started fucking him again.
Having the cock ring on made it feel different, but it was still pleasurable, enough to make me want to moan. I focused on my building orgasm, hoping if I did I would be able to cum sooner. I found myself listening to the pretty noises coming from Blythe's mouth to get off more quickly, which made me feel guilty, but fuck he had a really nice voice. I tried to ignore the fact that I was being watched and had managed to get lost in the sex for a moment, until Sir spoke again.
"Harder, Layne. Pet likes it rough," he purred, the sound of his voice making it obvious that he was enjoying himself immensely. Fucking bastard.
I thrusted a little harder to please him, but made sure I wasn't causing Blythe pain. I was getting closer and closer to orgasming, but I felt like I wouldn't be able to cum because of the damned ring. I grunted in frustration, focusing all of my thoughts on getting off so this would be over soon.
Blythe suddenly made a different noise than any of the ones he had been making before and I quickly focused on him, afraid that I had somehow hurt him, but I realized that wasn't the case with the way his body suddenly tightened around me. He gasped and shuddered, and surprised me by speaking louder than I had heard his voice before.
"S-Sir! Please, c-can I-? I'm- I'm- ahh!"
His frantic words were cut off by a broken cry of pleasure as he orgasmed. His muscles spasmed around my cock and made a rush of pleasure flow through me, which helped push me over the edge. I came without warning, holding Blythe's shuddering body tight against my own as I shot my load inside of him. The orgasm was mind blowing, making me see white spots behind my eyelids and everything disappear for a second in time as I came. I quickly pulled my cock out of Blythe and finished on the floor between his legs when I could think properly, feeling wrong for making him take my jizz in his ass. I stared down at the two white puddles of semen on the black mat, breathing heavily, wondering how the hell I had managed to make Blythe cum by raping him; I hadn't paid any attention to his cock or realized he was even hard at all.
"Naughty boys..." The sound of Sir tsking pulled my attention back to reality.
I looked up at the man as he stood from his chair and slowly began to walk over to us. Blythe suddenly scrambled on his hands and knees to Sir's feet and pressed his head into the man's legs, reminding me a lot of a dog again.
"I-I'm s-sorry, Sir! I d-didn't mean to!" His wavering voice came muffled from Sir's pants.
I watched in shock as Sir brought his knee up quickly and smacked Blythe in the face with the motion, making the boy tumble backwards with a cry of pain to land on his back. Blythe sat up shakily and I saw that Sir's knee had busted his lips when blood began to drip down his chin. He was sobbing quietly, trying to stifle his tears, and looked utterly terrified. What was he apologizing for? What had we done wrong...?
I looked up at Sir and saw him gazing down at Blythe with that twisted smirk, obviously enjoying the boy's discomfort.
"You know better, Pet. I'm very disappointed," he spoke softly, his tone making a shiver run down my spine.
The simple words made Blythe's sobs suddenly louder.
"I-I tried not to! I'm sorry! P-please, Sir!" He wailed pitifully, tears streaming down his face to mix with the blood pouring from his mouth.
"You know the rules, Pet. You're not allowed to cum until I give you permission. I'll let Layne off easy this time since it's his first time, but I have to punish you now," he said darkly, glancing at me as he spoke.
I stared at the man in disbelief, unable to believe what he was saying.
"What the hell! You can't control someone like that!" I yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
Sir raised an eyebrow at me, but otherwise ignored me as he turned his attention back to Blythe, who was now sitting on his bottom in front of him, still crying pitifully, staring up at the man with those big, frightened eyes. He looked so innocent and helpless; how could anyone hurt someone like him...? Sir seemed to be thinking as he gazed down at the small boy and the look on his face made me shudder; it was such a demented look of enjoyment.
"Go stand against the wall, Pet," he finally spoke softly.
Blythe hesitated for a second, struggling to wipe his tears from his cheeks, but then he obediently got up and went to a spot on the same side of the room a few feet away from the mat, where the wall was empty, and pressed his hands flat against the concrete like he knew exactly what Sir wanted him to do. I could still hear his soft sniffles and could see him visibly shaking, and I wondered how the bastard was going to hurt him this time; the cuts on his legs and ass were still bleeding for God's sake! I had the urge to try to stop what was about to happen, but I knew I couldn't physically do anything, so I stayed silent so I wouldn't make the situation any worse.
I looked over at Sir who was watching me now, that ugly sneer still on his face. I noticed that he looked at me differently than he did Blythe. As sick as it was, when he looked at the other boy he had a look of longing on his face; almost like he actually loved Blythe. But how could you treat someone like this if you loved them...?
"I want you to pay attention to Pet's punishment, Layne. Let it be a lesson to both of you for doing something without permission," he told me, brushing his fingers through my hair as he walked past me.
I jerked away from his hand and glared up at him, which made him chuckle softly. Fucking asshole.
He stepped up behind Blythe and pressed his body close to the much smaller boy, then leaned down to whisper in his ear. I could see Blythe nodding frantically with his eyes closed tight, tears still freely streaming down his flushed cheeks. Sir spoke to Blythe for a long time, but finally stepped away from him after a few minutes. A loud sob broke from the boy's mouth when the man pulled away and I wondered what the hell he had been saying to make Blythe cry like that; I sort of didn't want to know.
Sir suddenly kicked Blythe's legs further apart and then jerked him a few inches back, so that he was leaned forward with his hands still pressed against the wall. I watched as Sir began to undo his belt, then quickly pulled it off his pants in one smooth motion. He snapped it with a flick of his wrist, making the leather crack loudly in the enclosed room. Poor Blythe jumped from the noise and let out a squeak of trepidation, his sobs getting louder again. I cringed as Sir reared back, handling the belt like a damned whip, before he quickly brought it down harshly across the boy's lower back.
I winced when Blythe screamed pitifully, jerking so hard he smacked his head into the wall. Sir brought it down again without warning, aiming for the kid's ass this time, leaving behind a dark red welt. He started wailing on the vulnerable body in front of him, easily picking up a swift rhythm. Blythe's body jerked and twitched from each strike, and he continued to cry out. He moaned and sobbed in agony, but he never tried to get away; he just stood there and took the beating. Why didn't he try to fight back!? Why didn't he run!? He wasn't tied up or restrained in any way! I didn't get it...
I could barely stand to watch the abuse happening in front of me with absolutely no way to stop it, but I didn't look away for two reasons: One, if Blythe could take the beating like that, then I could at least stand to watch it for his sake. And two, Sir kept glancing over at me, as if to make sure I was still paying attention, and I sure as hell didn't want to risk looking away and somehow make this worse for Blythe.
Sir finally stopped hitting the boy when Blythe's legs suddenly gave out. I winced when he collapsed to the floor and slumped heavily against the wall. I looked at Sir's face and saw a brief flicker of concern crease his brow as he slowly lowered his arm, and I wondered if he had been more rough than he usually was because I was watching.
Blythe hurriedly tried to get back to his feet, but immediately fell again. His eyes were glossy from the pain and his breathing was labored and uneven. His lower back and buttocks were horribly welted and bruised. His crying had stopped, but I was pretty sure it was because he had gone into shock. I could hear him mumbling something and I realized he was apologizing to Sir for falling.
I held my breath and watched the man to see what was going to happen next, praying he wouldn't punish the boy for collapsing. But luckily he put his belt back on before stepping over to Blythe. He scooped the boy up into his arms and cradled the small body against his chest, speaking quietly like you would to an infant.
Blythe gazed up at the man vacantly, blinking slowly. He didn't look completely there, but he nodded in response to whatever Sir was saying. I watched in disbelief as he leaned his head on the bastard's shoulder, then wrapped his arms around his neck, letting out a relieved sounding sigh. Sir kissed him on the mouth gently and whispered something in his ear as he walked over to the lounge chair beside the camera. He laid Blythe down carefully as if he were fragile, then straightened and gazed down at him for a few seconds before turning to me.
"I hope you learned a lesson from that, Layne," he said softly, walking over to kneel in front of me.
"That you're a sick fucking bastard?" I bit out angrily.
My head was suddenly snapped to the side harshly and pain burned through my face. It took me a second, but I realized he had slapped me. I held my searing cheek and glared up at him as he glared back at me.
"Pet..." he called over his shoulder, glancing back at the boy.
Blythe's eyes looked almost back to normal and he perked up some when the man called him, looking so small curled up in the chair like he was.
"Tell Layne what happens when my pet's disrespect me," he requested sweetly, looking back at me with that same glare.
Blythe's eyes darted from me to Sir and then back to me before he spoke quietly.
"Y-you get hit," he murmured hoarsely, lowering his eyes to look at his lap.
Sir nodded solemnly, watching me.
"I suggest you learn that rule quickly, Layne," he threatened softly.
"Fuck you," I snarled, knowing I was being stupid, but unable to hold back my anger any longer. "You're fucking insane! And you're not going to get away with this! I'll figure out a way to get us out of here, and when I do you're going to-"
Sir brought his hand up quickly and backhanded me viciously across one side of my face and then immediately snapped my head to other side with a blow to my other cheek. My head reeled and I tasted blood as I tried to focus; fuck he hit hard.
"Have anything else to say?" He growled menacingly.
"Fucking... Asshole," I muttered groggily, before spitting the blood pooling in my mouth onto his shoe.
Without warning he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and punched me in the stomach hard enough to knock the air out of me. I grunted in pain and doubled over as much as I could with the chains holding me in place, clutching my aching middle and gasping for breath. His fingers where in my hair once again and he yanked my head back harshly, making me gasp.
"Anything else, Layne?" He demanded, his face an inch away from mine.
I wanted to continue talking and scream at him and see how far I could push him; I could barely breathe from his punch, but he could hit me as much as he wanted- he wouldn't break me easily. But then I glanced over at little Blythe, watching the scene in front of him with his wide eyes, and I wondered if Sir would eventually turn his anger back on the boy if I continued. So I grudgingly stayed silent and shook my head the best I could.
Sir seemed pleased and patted my cheek roughly before releasing me.
"Good boy. I knew you were a fast learner," he said teasingly.
I glared at him, clenching my teeth to force myself to stay quiet. He chuckled at the look on my face before standing up. He put his hands on his hips and stared down at me, then looked over at Blythe.
"You boys are a mess. Let's get you cleaned up," he said matter-of-factly. "Pet, go get the wrist cuffs," he ordered.
Even though Blythe looked like he was in a severe amount of pain, he obeyed immediately, slipping out of the chair to hurry over to the wall covered in bondage gear. He stood on his tiptoes and grabbed two leather cuffs attached together by a short chain and then quickly limped over to hand it to Sir. The man patted him on the head affectionately, which made Blythe smile up at him timidly. How could he smile at the fucker who just beat the shit out of him!? I didn't understand this kid!
Sir stepped behind me and quickly yanked my arms behind my back, then began to secure the cuffs on my wrists tightly. I gazed up at Blythe where he was still standing in front of me, looking down at the floor and biting his lip. He glanced up at me nervously, but quickly looked away. I wanted to ask him so many questions, to try to figure out how he had gotten into this mess in the first place, but what I really wanted to know was how he could stay so passive and let this bastard hurt him like this. I wasn't sure what to think about Blythe, I felt bad for him, but at the same time I felt angry that he wasn't fighting back. There were two of us for Christ's sake! We could get out of here if we worked together! I hoped we would be put back in the sleeping room together again so I could talk to him...
"Pet, go to the supply closet and get two towels, then go to the bathing room," Sir ordered from behind me.
Blythe got a look on his face like he had swallowed something that tasted horrible, but he did as he was told and limped towards the dark hallway that led back to the room I had woken up in. He reached up and clicked a light switch on, which illuminated the short corridor and revealed that there were two other doorways that I hadn't noticed before, but these were plain wooden doors, not like the heavy metal door at the end of the hall. Blythe opened one door and disappeared inside, then emerged a second later with two thin towels clutched in his tiny hands. Then he walked across the hall and opened the other door, and went inside.
Sir unlocked the chain that was tethering me to the floor, then stepped in front of me and yanked me up to my feet to stand. His hands quickly went to my penis to remove the damned cock ring, and when I looked down to watch him I saw that Blythe's blood from his cuts was smeared all over my pelvis and thighs. When Sir freed me from the device, he reached up and unhooked the chain from the low ceiling, then jerked me closer to him by the leash before leaning close to my face.
"I expect you to behave, Layne. I'd hate having to punish Pet again because of you..." He whispered harshly.
I stared up at him in disbelief, unable to believe that the bastard was using that method to control me, but I stayed silent, his threat making me afraid to do anything that might cause him to hurt Blythe again. Sir smirked at my silence and seemed satisfied that I wouldn't do anything, so he began to lead me by the chain over to the dark room Blythe had entered.
The bathing room was just like the sleeping room, a simple concrete room with no windows, but there was a drain in the center of the floor and a hose with a trigger handle curled up against the wall in one corner. Blythe stood against the back wall with his hands behind his back, shivering almost violently like he was freezing. It was cold in the room, but it wasn't that cold; why was he shivering like that?
Sir yanked me further into the room, making me stumble, then jerked me around and shoved me to stand against the wall by Blythe. I glanced at the boy, but he wouldn't look at me, so I focused a glare on Sir, who was uncurling the hose slowly. He turned a nozzle on the wall where the hose was connected to a faucet, but no water came out of the sprayer immediately. But then he turned and aimed the thing at Blythe and pulled the trigger without warning.
The water blasted out at a painful looking speed and hit the boy in the chest. He cried out and pressed himself against the wall, but otherwise stayed still with his hands still clasped tight behind his back as Sir sprayed him from head to toe. Some of the stray droplets hit me and I flinched away; fuck the water was ice cold! No wonder he had been shivering like that!
"Don't move, Layne!" Sir ordered sharply, glaring at me, but keeping the water trained on Blythe's shivering body.
"How do you expect us not to move!? That water is fucking freezing!" I yelled at him.
The water suddenly blasted my face, making me choke, but then it was gone a second later. Shit! I coughed and hacked up the freezing liquid that had went up my nose and down my throat, blinking my eyes to clear them since I couldn't wipe my face. I was starting to shiver almost as bad as Blythe and I glared at the bastard manning the hose.
"I said don't move," he growled, before turning his attention back to the other boy. "Turn around, Pet," he ordered.
Blythe quickly did as he was told. He pressed his hands against the wall and kept his eyes closed tight. When Sir sprayed his back he made a pitiful whimpering noise, but didn't cry out this time, probably because he was numb to the cold at this point. He was shivering so bad his teeth were chattering and his lips were starting to turn blue; how had he not caught pneumonia from these cold "baths" yet!?
Sir let the water stop after a few seconds, and set the hose down, but didn't turn it off. He reached down and picked up a smaller hose that was also hooked up to the faucet that I hadn't noticed. It looked weird and had a longer nozzle, and I wondered what it was for, but I quickly found out.
"Come here, Pet. I need to get Layne's cum out of you," Sir said with an evil grin.
Blythe whirled around and immediately started crying and shaking his head frantically, but he still began to hesitantly walk over to the man.
"P-p-please, S-Sir! It h-hurts!" He whined through his chattering teeth.
Sir rolled his eyes and reached out to jerk the boy closer to him.
"Quiet. Don't make me bust your lips a second time today," he grumbled, shoving Blythe up against the wall roughly.
He twisted Blythe's arm behind his back at a painful angle and pinned him to the concrete so that he couldn't move, then he forced the tip of the smaller hose into the boy's ass. I cringed as he turned a little knob on the hose, unable to imagine how it would feel to have ice cold water forced into your body like that.
Blythe jerked and gasped raggedly, then screamed. His body spasmed and he squirmed in Sir's firm hold.
"Please, Sir! Stop!" He wailed, sobbing loudly.
Sir ignored him and kept the hose inside of him for a few more seconds, but then he finally yanked it out. The water poured out of Blythe and streamed down his legs, making him shudder and moan softly. Sir pulled him off of the wall and pushed him towards the door where the towels were hanging on some hooks, making him stumble.
"Dry off, then go sit by your food bowl," he ordered.
Blythe nodded weakly and reached up with a trembling hand to grab the thin material. He hurriedly dried off his small body, then dropped the towel and quickly left the room without a backwards glance. Sir turned to me once Blythe had gone and picked up the big hose again. I braced myself for the cold, but didn't have much time to prepare myself before the water was suddenly blasting my body.
I cried out at the painful pressure and immediately turned away from the spray, wondering how the hell Blythe had managed to stay so still when this was happening to him. Sir didn't let up and just continued to spray me, pelting my back with the harsh stream.
"Turn back around, Layne. You'll learn just like Pet did: I'll keep spraying you until you do as you're told," he called out over the sound of the water.
"Th-this is f-fucking t-torture!" I screamed at him, my teeth chattering uncontrollably.
"No, this is your bath. Now turn around," he said tauntingly.
I let out a frustrated scream and reluctantly turned to face him, hunched from the cold. He sprayed me from head to toe like he did Blythe and I vaguely wondered how long it took the other boy to learn how to be still so his "baths" would end faster. Sir started concentrating the spray on my crotch and I clenched my teeth from the stinging pain, before I couldn't take it anymore and had to turn my body away again.
"Fuck! What are you t-trying to do!? Spray it off!?" I shouted.
Sir chuckled darkly and hit me in the side of the face with the spray for a few seconds before moving it once again.
"Of course not, Layne. What would you fuck Pet with if I did that?" He asked teasingly. "But I have to get you clean, so turn back to face me."
I was shivering so hard my muscles were starting to cramp, so I quickly turned my front back towards him, so ready to be warm again. He started spraying me again in the same place and I couldn't stop myself from starting to cry from the pain.
"Ahh, so you're not so tough after all, hmm, Layne?" The man said with a laugh.
"Fuck you!" I yelled, earning yet another spray to the face that almost drowned me this time.
I kept my eyes closed when he stopped spraying my face, waiting to see where he would hit me next, but I finally heard the squeaking sound of the faucet being turned off and I let out I shaky sigh of relief. Fuck, that was horrible... The sound of Sir's approaching footsteps made me open my eyes and I watched him as he walked over to me with the towel in his hand. He grabbed the dripping chain close to the collar and held me still as he roughly dried me off, treating me like a damned dog. When he had gotten most of the water off of my body, he tossed the towel to where Blythe's was sitting and then dragged me from the room.
He walked across the hall and into the supply closet where Blythe had fetched the towels from, pulling me with him. It was a room just like the other two, but with shelves lining the walls. There was a variety of things neatly lined up on the metal shelves, including blankets, first aid supplies, and medicine. Sir stepped over to a mini fridge in the corner of the room and opened it up to grab out a large Tupperware bowl, then he grabbed a big spoon off the top of the fridge as the door swung closed.
I was still shivering as he lead me back into the main room and over to the corner of the room that had the dog crate in it. Blythe was sitting in a kneeling position on the floor behind two metal dog bowls watching us as Sir dragged me over. Sir shoved me down to the floor roughly, then reached down and connected and locked the chain to a hook on the floor near the bowl that I assumed was mine. He straightened and gazed down at us with a satisfied look on his face.
"Such pretty little pets," he cooed as he opened the Tupperware container.
I rolled my eyes from his comment, but focused on the see-through container in his hand. What was that...? It looked like canned dog food. It couldn't be though, that would make us sick... He smacked a big spoonful of the brown colored mush down in Blythe's bowl, then another. The stuff looked like vomit, it had pieces of meat and a few vegetables here and there all mixed together with a thick brown gravy; it made my stomach turn just looking at the shit. Then I really felt like throwing up as I watched in horror as Blythe quickly leaned over and started eating the stuff.
Even though he was eating like a dog he was surprisingly dainty about it and managed not to get the stuff all over his face. He didn't seem to be particularly enjoying the taste of what he was licking up, but he still ate like he was starving, or maybe like he was afraid it would be taken away. My attention was pulled from the boy when Sir loudly smacked a spoonful into the bowl in front of me. I stared down at the hideous pile and gagged at the smell coming from it. I couldn't eat this shit!
"Eat up, Layne. I make this special for my pets and this is the only meal you get during the day," he informed me as he straightened and put the lid back on the container.
I stared up at him in disbelief and balked at his command.
"I'm not eating this shit!" I snarled. "We're humans! Not fucking dogs! You can't treat us like this!"
Sir looked down at me with an irritated look on his face and set the Tupperware bowl on top of the dog crate. I immediately regretted mouthing off, terrified that he was going to hurt Blythe now. I glanced over at the boy and saw him peeking up at me from his bowl with a worried expression, as if he were afraid I was the one who was going to get in trouble for what I had just said; did he even realize how Sir was using him to control me...?
Sir stooped down in front of me and I flinched, prepared for him to hit me, but he simply picked up the bowl and stood back up.
"You can just eat this tomorrow then," he said, stacking the bowl on top of the container.
He turned and walked back to the supply closet without another word. I watched him go, then looked down at Blythe and watched in disgust as he hurriedly finished his food and licked the bowl clean. He sat up when Sir walked back into the room and the man smiled at him.
"Such a good boy," he murmured sweetly, reaching out to pet the boy's hair.
Blythe leaned in to the gentle touch and smiled up at Sir with that timid smile. Sir's big hand cupped the boy's cheek and he brushed his thumb across Blythe's pouty, bow lips, wiping away the small amount of food left on his mouth.
"I think you deserve a treat tonight," he said softly. "I'll let you have an ice cream upstairs and then we can have some fun with your cold little mouth," he finished with a devilish grin.
Blythe's eyes lit up in excitement at Sir's words and I couldn't believe that he actually seemed to be happy about what the man had said. Was he seriously excited to give this guy a blow job? Or was it just the fact that he was going to get ice cream? Was he honestly that brainwashed...? It made me sick to hear Sir put the two together, as if sucking him off was part of the treat.
"Fucking bastard," I muttered without thinking.
Sir's fist caught me in my mouth without warning, making me fall back against the wall. Blood flooded my tongue and started pouring down my chin to drip onto my bare chest.
"Shit..." I moaned, desperately wishing my hands were free so I could clutch my throbbing lips.
Sir sighed and shook his head at me as if he were disappointed, then looked back down at Blythe. Blythe was staring at me with a pitying expression, but quickly looked away to look back up at Sir. The man chuckled softly, a pleased expression on his face now as he gazed down at the boy. He leaned down to kiss Blythe on the forehead and sweetly petted him for a few more seconds, before turning back to me.
He unhooked the chain from the floor, then roughly pulled me to my feet and yanked me close to his face. He grabbed my jaw hard and turned my head to force me to look at Blythe where he was still sitting on the floor.
"See, Layne, if you're a good boy like Pet you'll be rewarded with treats instead of being punished," he growled, forcing my head back to look at him. "You'll learn very soon that I don't tolerate bad behavior," he told me, squeezing my jaw hard enough to make me whimper.
He released me with a shove, but immediately pulled the chain again to yank me away from the wall and begin leading me back to the hallway, towards the sleeping room.
"I'll be right back, Pet, stay put," he called over his shoulder before dragging me down the corridor.
The door to the sleeping room had been left open and Sir pulled me inside, then forced me to my knees. He quickly unlocked the collar and removed it from my neck, then started unfastening the wrist cuffs. As soon as they were off I tried to get up to see if I could possibly manage to get past him and out the door, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair hard and forced me back down to my knees. He yanked my head back harshly so that I could see his face and he loomed over me.
"I know what you're trying to do, Layne," he hissed, glaring down at me. "The only way out of here is through a locked door with a keypad. What would you do if you actually got to the door, hmm?" He asked menacingly.
His words made a lump form in my throat and I swallowed hard, the realization that I may be stuck in this hell hole forever beginning to set in. Sir twisted my head around and forced me to stand up and face him, then he slammed me against the wall, smacking my head into the concrete hard enough to make me see stars. His hand was suddenly around my throat and he applied just enough pressure to cut off my air and make me start to panic, then he released me, leaving me gasping, but keeping me pinned to the wall.
"This is your only warning, Layne," he whispered leaning in close to my face. "If you try to escape, or if I even suspect that you're planning something in that little head of yours, I will not only punish you, but I will also punish Pet. You don't want that now, do you? There is nothing you can do to get away from me. You are mine now, just like sweet little Blythe has been for five years. So I suggest you get used to the idea of obeying me, or both of your lives will be filled with pain until you learn. Understand?"
I stared up at him, feeling sick to my stomach from his threatening words. So this was it. This was my life now. Was this really happening? It felt like a horrible, bad dream that I would wake up from at any second, drenched in sweat and gasping for air, and ready to rush to my mom to gain some form of comfort from a hug. But I knew this wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare. A real life nightmare with no escape...
But I couldn't give up yet. I had to try to figure out a way to get out of here. There had to be a way. I had to stay strong. If not for myself, then for Blythe. Five years... Sir said the boy had been with him for five years; no wonder he acted the way he did... I was determined to save him.
"I understand, Sir..." I whispered, deciding I would obey this bastard only to keep the boy in the other room safe.
Sir smirked in satisfaction and patted my cheek.
"Good boy. Now get some rest, you and Pet have a big night ahead of you tomorrow," he told me, giving me a shove towards the pallet.
The door slammed shut behind me, making me jump, and I was left in the eerie silence of the room. I glanced around the dimly lit space, imagining being in this room alone for five fucking years. Poor Blythe... I had to get him out of here. I had to save him.
I laid down on the uncomfortable blankets covering the floor and I curled up, trying to ignore the cold and all of the pains in my body. I wrapped a thin sheet around myself and closed my eyes, then I allowed myself to cry. I made a decision then and there not to cry in front of Blythe, I couldn't let him see me be weak; maybe if he began to trust me and confide in me, I could convince him to help me get us out of here. And I knew that wouldn't happen if he saw me sobbing like a baby. This would be the last time I would let myself be weak. From now on I had to be strong. Not only for my sake, but also for Blythe's. I was going to save him.
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