fic: Trapped! [part 3/?]
Title: Trapped! [part 3/?]
Rating: hard NC-17
Pairing: any and all combinations of Kurt/Sam/Blaine/Sebastian eventually
Words: ~3,500 this part (~9,900 so far)
Warnings: noncon, bdsm, bondage, spanking, whips, toys (it's a pretty hardcore chapter)
Notes: A fill I have begun for the glee_kink_meme. This one is going to be a beast.
Summary: The boys are kidnapped after having a bit too much at Rachel's party and deciding to go to the Lima Bean for a late night brew. When they wake up, they're somewhere unfamiliar, and they won't survive unless they give their captors exactly what they want.
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When the four of them woke the following morning, none of them could move. Kurt wasn’t on the sofa anymore; instead, he was suspended by his wrists from the ceiling in an unfamiliar room. He was completely naked and his feet barely touched the ground. Instantly terrified, Kurt let out a whimper and looked around. The four of them were all in the same positions, arms up above their heads, suspended from the ceiling. “Well good morning,” the man said.
It was strange hearing his voice in person instead of over the speakers. It sent a chill down their spines and Kurt really felt awful now. Even Sebastian looked terrified and Kurt had never seen him like that in his life. The man walked around, wearing black from head to toe, including a ski mask so they could only see his eyes. His eyes looked lifeless and menacing all at the same time and it was horrifying. Kurt would have nightmares for the rest of his life. “You boys are about to become very familiar with pain,” the man told them slowly, enunciating every word. “Very, very familiar with pain, and it’s all thanks to your friend Kurt here.”
Sebastian glared at Kurt, who was cowering and trembling in his place, his breathing already labored in fear. “Don’t worry,” the man told them, but it only increased their worry. “We won’t be killing you today. We decided we’d rather just fill one of the orders we’d put on the back burner for later. A pretty tough one - one that will put you four in your place very easily and an order that will teach you exactly what we expect of you now that you are here.”
The man walked over to a table and picked up a riding crop. It was black, with leather at the end, and he walked into the circle of boys, slapping the crop gently against his free hand as he turned on the spot, eyeing up each boy one by one. “Hmm, let’s see…” he trailed off. “Who should I start with?” Kurt let out a little whimper, and the man rounded in on him. “Let’s start with the boy who got you all in this place. What do you think?”
Blaine looked sympathetic and Sam kept his eyes focused on the floor. Sebastian seemed a bit satisfied at the man’s idea, though. Cold leather ran over Kurt’s pale skin and he closed his eyes, sending a few tears that had been welling in his eyes streaming down his cheeks. The man tapped the leather against Kurt’s skin, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make him panic. What if the man hit harder? Kurt didn’t want that. “For the rest of the day, you four are going to call me sir,” he said as he tapped Kurt’s skin, down along his chest and over against his nipples. “You are going to be used by me all day for whatever I choose. You must ask permission before you can cum, and if I say no and you do it anyway, I will punish you. By the end of the day, you won’t be able to walk. Any of you. I’ll wear you out so badly you pass out before I’ll let you go back to your room.”
“And… food?” Blaine asked bravely.
The man chuckled before he said, “We’ll give you some food when you wake up from it all.”
They hadn’t eaten since their first meal, soup with some bread, and they were all rather exhausted and hungry. Kurt stared down at where the crop was resting against his chest and he breathed deeply. He didn’t really know how to react to it all, but he’d learned that saying anything was a bad idea. “Are you ready?” the man asked, knowing full well that Kurt wasn’t.
Kurt wanted to cry, but he just nodded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” the man said.
“Yes.”
A sadistic laugh left the man’s lips and he asked, “What did I tell you to call me?”
Kurt let out a whimper and closed his eyes as he said softly, “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
Blaine wanted to be sick just watching the man and Kurt. Sebastian wanted to feel justified, like Kurt deserved this treatment for what he’d done, but at least they weren’t going to die. Kurt and the rest of them didn’t deserve how horrible things were bound to get. Not at all. Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the floor, especially as the sound of the crop hitting skin echoed throughout this basement room again. The concrete was cold against Kurt’s toes as he tried to keep himself standing and to scoot away just a bit from the crop.
The man was laughing as Kurt tried to get away, and he hit just a bit harder. The little taps were turning into audible slaps, and the crop trailed over his abs and up towards his nipples. Kurt cried out when the man started tapping at his right nipple, and then over to his left, and with the other hand, the man reached out to pinch and twist at Kurt’s nipples. It was no secret anymore that Kurt was extremely sensitive there. His body was betraying himself and growing just a bit hard at the sensations. “Good boy,” the man repeated, his black rubber gloved hands reaching all over Kurt’s body, and then sliding down his abs to tug at Kurt’s cock.
Kurt whined again, and the man brought the crop lower, tapping at the tip of Kurt’s cock as Kurt cried out and begged for him to stop. “You’re not used to this now, boy, but you will be,” the man told him.
It was hard for Kurt to fathom what that might possibly mean, considering he’d never seen any of this stuff before. The one time he’d looked at porn, it had been the most vanilla, romantic he could find, and even then it was disgusting to him. Being in it was just worse for him. The man traded out the crop for a whip, nothing too severe, one with lots of little trails of leather that he started brushing over Kurt’s body. Kurt’s eyes widened as he saw the whip, and Blaine couldn’t tear his eyes away. He wanted to watch so he knew exactly where he shouldn’t touch Kurt when he held him and tried to comfort him after this was all over. Sam still stared at the floor and Sebastian felt guilty for watching.
The man walked around Kurt, and he stood behind him, gazing appreciatively at his ass as Kurt took a deep breath and tried to relax. With a whoosh and several loud slaps, the whip landed upon Kurt’s ass, and he let out a whimper. “You’ll get used to pain, boy,” the man laughed, bringing the whip down time after time upon Kurt’s lower back and his ass.
Kurt’s eyes were squished shut and he almost preferred death. Having Sam, Blaine, and Sebastian there in front of him as this happened was probably the most humiliating thing that Kurt could fathom. “I love you, Kurt. You’re strong. You can do this,” Blaine started repeating over and over, just barely audible over the slaps of the whip.
When the man heard Blaine, he set the whip aside, and for a moment Kurt thought he’d been saved. Blaine didn’t know what was coming, but it meant that Kurt was no longer the focus of the man’s attention, and he felt accomplished. When the man walked up in front of Blaine, he reached out and parted Blaine’s lips, shoving his fingers between Blaine’s upper and lower lip, holding his jaw down. “You’ll learn to be quiet while I’m in charge, boy,” the man directed.
Blaine tried not to waver, though he didn’t know what the man was going to do. The man’s other hand raised up, and he forced a ball gag into Blaine’s mouth. Blaine let out a cry of pain when his curly hair was caught in the buckle at the back of his head. “You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, is that understood?” the man asked.
Blaine nodded, but when the man reached out to spank him, Blaine cried out as best he could around the ball gag, “Yes, sir!”
Kurt’s face was flushed and he felt awful, but he kept his mouth shut. He knew the man would come back to him eventually. “I think it’s time to mix you guys up. Show you just what we expect of you here,” the man mused slowly, looking at each of the boys in turn.
He dragged a bench over towards Blaine and set it just by his legs, and then he walked over to Sebastian and began untying him from the bar above his head. “You move and you’re in big trouble,” the man warned.
The glint in his eye was dangerous and not even Sebastian could bring himself to fight him. So instead, he let the man lower his arms to his sides and tie them there, ropes twisted tightly all the way down his torso, ending with a big knot around his wrists to keep his arms exactly where the man wanted them, gathered in front of him. Then the man guided Sebastian towards the bench until he was lying down, and then tied him to the bench where he lay on his back. Kurt waited in fear as he watched the man approach him next, and he started unfastening a knot above Kurt to give him some slack. “Bend over,” the man instructed, pushing Kurt forward, his arms still reaching above him, his face just inches from Sebastian’s cock. “Open up,” the man said, and Kurt reluctantly did.
Without warning, the man pushed Kurt downwards until he was choking, Sebastian’s cock in his throat. Kurt pulled away with a gasp and a feeble whimper, and the man said, “You keep blowing him, boy.”
Slowly, tears welling in his eyes, Kurt did as he was told. The man stood back to admire his handiwork so far, and then he stepped in to tell Sebastian, “Open up, you’re going to blow him.”
The man took hold of Blaine’s cock, gave it a bit of a tug, and then guided it to Sebastian’s mouth. Again, Sebastian didn’t even argue as he parted his lips and took Blaine’s cock into his mouth. It was difficult for him, given the distance and how restrained he was, but he did his best because he didn’t want to be whipped like Kurt. That was one thing that he really wasn’t into. Then the man’s eyes fell upon Sam, and he smirked, “You’re coming with me.”
Sam looked up for the first time that day, it seemed, and his arms were released and instead tied behind his back. “Come on,” he tugged at Sam and led him around towards Blaine. “On your knees,” the man instructed. Sam did as he was told, and wasn’t prepared at all when the man pushed his face towards Blaine’s ass. “Tongue out. Taste him. Do it.”
Sam had never felt more disgusted. He didn’t want to do it, but he had to. His life was still on the line, whether the man had mercy the first time or not. Slowly, Sam did as he was told, running his tongue over Blaine’s hole, and the boys found themselves giving in just a little bit to the pleasure - or everyone except Kurt, at least. Kurt didn’t particularly like blowing Sebastian, especially after the fact that Sebastian had never been particularly kind to him. They feared what the man might do next, but the man’s attention was obviously still on Kurt.
With a sickening smack, the man’s gloved hand landed upon Kurt’s ass, and Kurt jostled with the force, Sebastian’s cock forced down his throat again. Sebastian just hoped Kurt wouldn’t use his teeth. The man kept spanking, too. Slap after slap echoed throughout the basement. He didn’t let up until Kurt’s skin was chafed and red and it would be uncomfortable for anything else to happen. “Look at how beautiful this ass is,” the man said, squeezing at the tender skin, parting the cheeks to get a good look at Kurt’s tight hole. Experimentally, he pushed a finger against the puckered skin and said, “We’ll stretch this right out, too.”
Kurt wanted to cry and be sick and just die all at once, but he closed his eyes and just tried to block it out. The man disappeared, and when he walked back he had a bottle of lube in one hand. He poured some out onto his fingers and started prepping Kurt, watching the other boys all the while. “Don’t stop,” he reminded all of them.
Sebastian looked exhausted and strained from trying to reach out for Blaine’s cock to take just a bit more, and Sam had his face buried in Blaine’s ass. Blaine felt a bit uncomfortable at all the attention, but his body was betraying him and reacting exactly how the man supposed he would: he was getting turned on. Even Kurt, with the man fingering him and stretching him, felt his body reacting and his cock getting hard. It only made the situation worse, in his mind. It meant that the man would get the wrong idea about them all.
Once Kurt had been stretched just enough, the man walked over to Sam and dragged him up off of his knees. “Good boy. What do you say to me for letting you do that to Blaine?” he asked.
Sam felt sick, but he knew exactly what the man wanted to hear. His face flushed red and he stared at the floor as he said, “Um… thank you, sir.”
“Very good,” the man told him before he walked over to where Kurt was bent over, still sucking off Sebastian. “Fuck him.”
Sam stared down at Kurt, and then looked up at the man. There would be no comfortable way to do this. The man showed no signs of untying him, and that meant he had to keep his balance while fucking Kurt from behind. It just seemed so impersonal. “Come on,” the man instructed, tugging Sam forwards with the tight grip on his cock, pressing the head inside of Kurt without warning.
Both Sam and Kurt cried out a bit at that, and then Sam knew he’d have no choice. He closed his eyes and pressed forward, his cock sliding into Kurt. The thought that maybe they should have protection or that this whole situation was fucked up crossed Sam’s mind, but he couldn’t vocalize a single word. It was this or death and he knew it. Sam wasn’t stupid enough to lose that. He’d keep hope that he could escape if it was the last thing he did.
Sam thrust his hips slowly, watching as Kurt’s body was jostled with each movement. “Harder,” the man growled in Sam’s ear.
Having the man that close to him made Sam want to be sick, but he just kept going, his body now slamming against Kurt’s ass, just enough to make Kurt cry out in pain, the tender skin of his ass now irritated with each touch against it. “Good job,” the man laughed, still lingering near Sam’s ear.
Sam wanted to be sick and he could see the tears on Kurt’s face where he was still bobbing his head on Sebastian’s cock. This entire situation was completely fucked up. The man stood back and watched the four boys, each of them looking terrified but doing exactly as they’d been instructed. “See?” he asked. “Now, isn’t life easy when you just do what you’re told?”
The man wandered around the room, moving more things around, and after a while, when Kurt was sobbing and biting back begs for it all to stop, he stepped forward and tugged Sam backwards. Sam’s arms were still tied behind his back, and the man said, “You boys, don’t stop what you’re doing.” Then he turned to Sam and bent him over his arm, reaching behind to prep Sam’s ass. “You’re the first one that gets to be on a new toy.”
A large dildo was perched upright on a metal bar, just where Sam had once been standing. It was held upright by a block, it looked like, though it was possibly a machine. Sam didn’t really know. The man lazily prepped Sam, focused more on getting him to stretch out than to actually give him pleasure. That would come later, he was sure. When the man was satisfied, he led Sam over and helped him over the toy. “Come on, get it in there,” the man urged as he helped Sam position the toy right at his hole.
Sam winced and closed his eyes as he lowered himself from his tiptoes down to flat feet, the toy uncomfortable and deep inside of him. It was huge and Sam could feel just a tiny bit of pleasure behind the sting and slight pain, but he wasn’t focused on that. The man was tying his arms back up where they’d been and he looked completely pleased with himself. It made Sam want to be sick.
Next, the man guided Kurt into a similar position where he’d been standing before, and then the same for Sebastian and Blaine. He took the ball gag out of Blaine’s mouth but told him that if he spoke out of turn, it would go right back in his mouth. All of the boys except Sam had sore mouths from keeping their jaws dropped and for so long, but nobody voiced a single complaint. They were all far too scared to do so. “Now for a little fun. We’re going to wear you boys out now, and then have a little more fun after that,” the man told them, his voice as deep and terrifying as ever.
Nobody knew what to say, nor did they really want to say anything. Instead, they just waited in horror. Even Sebastian could safely say that he didn’t like any of this. He was open to a lot, sexually, but only when it was consensual. This was all terrifying for him as well. Slowly, the man walked to a table, his boots clicking on the stone floor of the basement as he crossed through the circle. He stopped at a switchboard and turned four little knobs, causing the things between the boys’ legs to begin moving. They really were machines. Each one thrust up and down, inside and then sliding almost entirely out before going back in again. Kurt cried out, sensitive from Sam, but his body fought him and the fact that this was all wrong, his cock hard in front of him. The other boys had the same thing happening, and it made them feel sick, getting turned on by all of this.
The man wandered back to the middle of the circle and looked at the boys in amusement. “I think I’m going to go take a nap. I’m pretty tired. How about I just leave you boys here? I’m curious to see how many times you boys can cum before I come back,” he said, the glint in his eyes scaring the hell out of the boys as the man turned to look at them all. “You have my permission to cum as many times as you need to. I will not turn these machines off until I get back. Have fun.”
Slowly, the clicking of boots signaled that the man was leaving. Sam let out a groan and Sebastian was panting, his breath short already as the machine thrust deep inside of him. Blaine was biting his lip and Kurt was still crying, terrified. They didn’t know how long the man would be gone, and they certainly didn’t think they could handle this for very long, the thrusting of the machine constant within them, stimulating them even when they didn’t want it.
For the four of them, it was a nightmare, and they just wished it would end. Their bodies were constantly betraying them and each task was more terrifying than the last. In that moment, all four of them wished they could be anywhere but there - even if it had meant being caught in the explosion at the Lima Bean. It was official: they had landed in their own little personal hell on earth, and there was no escaping.
Rating: hard NC-17
Pairing: any and all combinations of Kurt/Sam/Blaine/Sebastian eventually
Words: ~3,500 this part (~9,900 so far)
Warnings: noncon, bdsm, bondage, spanking, whips, toys (it's a pretty hardcore chapter)
Notes: A fill I have begun for the glee_kink_meme. This one is going to be a beast.
Summary: The boys are kidnapped after having a bit too much at Rachel's party and deciding to go to the Lima Bean for a late night brew. When they wake up, they're somewhere unfamiliar, and they won't survive unless they give their captors exactly what they want.
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When the four of them woke the following morning, none of them could move. Kurt wasn’t on the sofa anymore; instead, he was suspended by his wrists from the ceiling in an unfamiliar room. He was completely naked and his feet barely touched the ground. Instantly terrified, Kurt let out a whimper and looked around. The four of them were all in the same positions, arms up above their heads, suspended from the ceiling. “Well good morning,” the man said.
It was strange hearing his voice in person instead of over the speakers. It sent a chill down their spines and Kurt really felt awful now. Even Sebastian looked terrified and Kurt had never seen him like that in his life. The man walked around, wearing black from head to toe, including a ski mask so they could only see his eyes. His eyes looked lifeless and menacing all at the same time and it was horrifying. Kurt would have nightmares for the rest of his life. “You boys are about to become very familiar with pain,” the man told them slowly, enunciating every word. “Very, very familiar with pain, and it’s all thanks to your friend Kurt here.”
Sebastian glared at Kurt, who was cowering and trembling in his place, his breathing already labored in fear. “Don’t worry,” the man told them, but it only increased their worry. “We won’t be killing you today. We decided we’d rather just fill one of the orders we’d put on the back burner for later. A pretty tough one - one that will put you four in your place very easily and an order that will teach you exactly what we expect of you now that you are here.”
The man walked over to a table and picked up a riding crop. It was black, with leather at the end, and he walked into the circle of boys, slapping the crop gently against his free hand as he turned on the spot, eyeing up each boy one by one. “Hmm, let’s see…” he trailed off. “Who should I start with?” Kurt let out a little whimper, and the man rounded in on him. “Let’s start with the boy who got you all in this place. What do you think?”
Blaine looked sympathetic and Sam kept his eyes focused on the floor. Sebastian seemed a bit satisfied at the man’s idea, though. Cold leather ran over Kurt’s pale skin and he closed his eyes, sending a few tears that had been welling in his eyes streaming down his cheeks. The man tapped the leather against Kurt’s skin, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make him panic. What if the man hit harder? Kurt didn’t want that. “For the rest of the day, you four are going to call me sir,” he said as he tapped Kurt’s skin, down along his chest and over against his nipples. “You are going to be used by me all day for whatever I choose. You must ask permission before you can cum, and if I say no and you do it anyway, I will punish you. By the end of the day, you won’t be able to walk. Any of you. I’ll wear you out so badly you pass out before I’ll let you go back to your room.”
“And… food?” Blaine asked bravely.
The man chuckled before he said, “We’ll give you some food when you wake up from it all.”
They hadn’t eaten since their first meal, soup with some bread, and they were all rather exhausted and hungry. Kurt stared down at where the crop was resting against his chest and he breathed deeply. He didn’t really know how to react to it all, but he’d learned that saying anything was a bad idea. “Are you ready?” the man asked, knowing full well that Kurt wasn’t.
Kurt wanted to cry, but he just nodded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” the man said.
“Yes.”
A sadistic laugh left the man’s lips and he asked, “What did I tell you to call me?”
Kurt let out a whimper and closed his eyes as he said softly, “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
Blaine wanted to be sick just watching the man and Kurt. Sebastian wanted to feel justified, like Kurt deserved this treatment for what he’d done, but at least they weren’t going to die. Kurt and the rest of them didn’t deserve how horrible things were bound to get. Not at all. Sam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the floor, especially as the sound of the crop hitting skin echoed throughout this basement room again. The concrete was cold against Kurt’s toes as he tried to keep himself standing and to scoot away just a bit from the crop.
The man was laughing as Kurt tried to get away, and he hit just a bit harder. The little taps were turning into audible slaps, and the crop trailed over his abs and up towards his nipples. Kurt cried out when the man started tapping at his right nipple, and then over to his left, and with the other hand, the man reached out to pinch and twist at Kurt’s nipples. It was no secret anymore that Kurt was extremely sensitive there. His body was betraying himself and growing just a bit hard at the sensations. “Good boy,” the man repeated, his black rubber gloved hands reaching all over Kurt’s body, and then sliding down his abs to tug at Kurt’s cock.
Kurt whined again, and the man brought the crop lower, tapping at the tip of Kurt’s cock as Kurt cried out and begged for him to stop. “You’re not used to this now, boy, but you will be,” the man told him.
It was hard for Kurt to fathom what that might possibly mean, considering he’d never seen any of this stuff before. The one time he’d looked at porn, it had been the most vanilla, romantic he could find, and even then it was disgusting to him. Being in it was just worse for him. The man traded out the crop for a whip, nothing too severe, one with lots of little trails of leather that he started brushing over Kurt’s body. Kurt’s eyes widened as he saw the whip, and Blaine couldn’t tear his eyes away. He wanted to watch so he knew exactly where he shouldn’t touch Kurt when he held him and tried to comfort him after this was all over. Sam still stared at the floor and Sebastian felt guilty for watching.
The man walked around Kurt, and he stood behind him, gazing appreciatively at his ass as Kurt took a deep breath and tried to relax. With a whoosh and several loud slaps, the whip landed upon Kurt’s ass, and he let out a whimper. “You’ll get used to pain, boy,” the man laughed, bringing the whip down time after time upon Kurt’s lower back and his ass.
Kurt’s eyes were squished shut and he almost preferred death. Having Sam, Blaine, and Sebastian there in front of him as this happened was probably the most humiliating thing that Kurt could fathom. “I love you, Kurt. You’re strong. You can do this,” Blaine started repeating over and over, just barely audible over the slaps of the whip.
When the man heard Blaine, he set the whip aside, and for a moment Kurt thought he’d been saved. Blaine didn’t know what was coming, but it meant that Kurt was no longer the focus of the man’s attention, and he felt accomplished. When the man walked up in front of Blaine, he reached out and parted Blaine’s lips, shoving his fingers between Blaine’s upper and lower lip, holding his jaw down. “You’ll learn to be quiet while I’m in charge, boy,” the man directed.
Blaine tried not to waver, though he didn’t know what the man was going to do. The man’s other hand raised up, and he forced a ball gag into Blaine’s mouth. Blaine let out a cry of pain when his curly hair was caught in the buckle at the back of his head. “You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, is that understood?” the man asked.
Blaine nodded, but when the man reached out to spank him, Blaine cried out as best he could around the ball gag, “Yes, sir!”
Kurt’s face was flushed and he felt awful, but he kept his mouth shut. He knew the man would come back to him eventually. “I think it’s time to mix you guys up. Show you just what we expect of you here,” the man mused slowly, looking at each of the boys in turn.
He dragged a bench over towards Blaine and set it just by his legs, and then he walked over to Sebastian and began untying him from the bar above his head. “You move and you’re in big trouble,” the man warned.
The glint in his eye was dangerous and not even Sebastian could bring himself to fight him. So instead, he let the man lower his arms to his sides and tie them there, ropes twisted tightly all the way down his torso, ending with a big knot around his wrists to keep his arms exactly where the man wanted them, gathered in front of him. Then the man guided Sebastian towards the bench until he was lying down, and then tied him to the bench where he lay on his back. Kurt waited in fear as he watched the man approach him next, and he started unfastening a knot above Kurt to give him some slack. “Bend over,” the man instructed, pushing Kurt forward, his arms still reaching above him, his face just inches from Sebastian’s cock. “Open up,” the man said, and Kurt reluctantly did.
Without warning, the man pushed Kurt downwards until he was choking, Sebastian’s cock in his throat. Kurt pulled away with a gasp and a feeble whimper, and the man said, “You keep blowing him, boy.”
Slowly, tears welling in his eyes, Kurt did as he was told. The man stood back to admire his handiwork so far, and then he stepped in to tell Sebastian, “Open up, you’re going to blow him.”
The man took hold of Blaine’s cock, gave it a bit of a tug, and then guided it to Sebastian’s mouth. Again, Sebastian didn’t even argue as he parted his lips and took Blaine’s cock into his mouth. It was difficult for him, given the distance and how restrained he was, but he did his best because he didn’t want to be whipped like Kurt. That was one thing that he really wasn’t into. Then the man’s eyes fell upon Sam, and he smirked, “You’re coming with me.”
Sam looked up for the first time that day, it seemed, and his arms were released and instead tied behind his back. “Come on,” he tugged at Sam and led him around towards Blaine. “On your knees,” the man instructed. Sam did as he was told, and wasn’t prepared at all when the man pushed his face towards Blaine’s ass. “Tongue out. Taste him. Do it.”
Sam had never felt more disgusted. He didn’t want to do it, but he had to. His life was still on the line, whether the man had mercy the first time or not. Slowly, Sam did as he was told, running his tongue over Blaine’s hole, and the boys found themselves giving in just a little bit to the pleasure - or everyone except Kurt, at least. Kurt didn’t particularly like blowing Sebastian, especially after the fact that Sebastian had never been particularly kind to him. They feared what the man might do next, but the man’s attention was obviously still on Kurt.
With a sickening smack, the man’s gloved hand landed upon Kurt’s ass, and Kurt jostled with the force, Sebastian’s cock forced down his throat again. Sebastian just hoped Kurt wouldn’t use his teeth. The man kept spanking, too. Slap after slap echoed throughout the basement. He didn’t let up until Kurt’s skin was chafed and red and it would be uncomfortable for anything else to happen. “Look at how beautiful this ass is,” the man said, squeezing at the tender skin, parting the cheeks to get a good look at Kurt’s tight hole. Experimentally, he pushed a finger against the puckered skin and said, “We’ll stretch this right out, too.”
Kurt wanted to cry and be sick and just die all at once, but he closed his eyes and just tried to block it out. The man disappeared, and when he walked back he had a bottle of lube in one hand. He poured some out onto his fingers and started prepping Kurt, watching the other boys all the while. “Don’t stop,” he reminded all of them.
Sebastian looked exhausted and strained from trying to reach out for Blaine’s cock to take just a bit more, and Sam had his face buried in Blaine’s ass. Blaine felt a bit uncomfortable at all the attention, but his body was betraying him and reacting exactly how the man supposed he would: he was getting turned on. Even Kurt, with the man fingering him and stretching him, felt his body reacting and his cock getting hard. It only made the situation worse, in his mind. It meant that the man would get the wrong idea about them all.
Once Kurt had been stretched just enough, the man walked over to Sam and dragged him up off of his knees. “Good boy. What do you say to me for letting you do that to Blaine?” he asked.
Sam felt sick, but he knew exactly what the man wanted to hear. His face flushed red and he stared at the floor as he said, “Um… thank you, sir.”
“Very good,” the man told him before he walked over to where Kurt was bent over, still sucking off Sebastian. “Fuck him.”
Sam stared down at Kurt, and then looked up at the man. There would be no comfortable way to do this. The man showed no signs of untying him, and that meant he had to keep his balance while fucking Kurt from behind. It just seemed so impersonal. “Come on,” the man instructed, tugging Sam forwards with the tight grip on his cock, pressing the head inside of Kurt without warning.
Both Sam and Kurt cried out a bit at that, and then Sam knew he’d have no choice. He closed his eyes and pressed forward, his cock sliding into Kurt. The thought that maybe they should have protection or that this whole situation was fucked up crossed Sam’s mind, but he couldn’t vocalize a single word. It was this or death and he knew it. Sam wasn’t stupid enough to lose that. He’d keep hope that he could escape if it was the last thing he did.
Sam thrust his hips slowly, watching as Kurt’s body was jostled with each movement. “Harder,” the man growled in Sam’s ear.
Having the man that close to him made Sam want to be sick, but he just kept going, his body now slamming against Kurt’s ass, just enough to make Kurt cry out in pain, the tender skin of his ass now irritated with each touch against it. “Good job,” the man laughed, still lingering near Sam’s ear.
Sam wanted to be sick and he could see the tears on Kurt’s face where he was still bobbing his head on Sebastian’s cock. This entire situation was completely fucked up. The man stood back and watched the four boys, each of them looking terrified but doing exactly as they’d been instructed. “See?” he asked. “Now, isn’t life easy when you just do what you’re told?”
The man wandered around the room, moving more things around, and after a while, when Kurt was sobbing and biting back begs for it all to stop, he stepped forward and tugged Sam backwards. Sam’s arms were still tied behind his back, and the man said, “You boys, don’t stop what you’re doing.” Then he turned to Sam and bent him over his arm, reaching behind to prep Sam’s ass. “You’re the first one that gets to be on a new toy.”
A large dildo was perched upright on a metal bar, just where Sam had once been standing. It was held upright by a block, it looked like, though it was possibly a machine. Sam didn’t really know. The man lazily prepped Sam, focused more on getting him to stretch out than to actually give him pleasure. That would come later, he was sure. When the man was satisfied, he led Sam over and helped him over the toy. “Come on, get it in there,” the man urged as he helped Sam position the toy right at his hole.
Sam winced and closed his eyes as he lowered himself from his tiptoes down to flat feet, the toy uncomfortable and deep inside of him. It was huge and Sam could feel just a tiny bit of pleasure behind the sting and slight pain, but he wasn’t focused on that. The man was tying his arms back up where they’d been and he looked completely pleased with himself. It made Sam want to be sick.
Next, the man guided Kurt into a similar position where he’d been standing before, and then the same for Sebastian and Blaine. He took the ball gag out of Blaine’s mouth but told him that if he spoke out of turn, it would go right back in his mouth. All of the boys except Sam had sore mouths from keeping their jaws dropped and for so long, but nobody voiced a single complaint. They were all far too scared to do so. “Now for a little fun. We’re going to wear you boys out now, and then have a little more fun after that,” the man told them, his voice as deep and terrifying as ever.
Nobody knew what to say, nor did they really want to say anything. Instead, they just waited in horror. Even Sebastian could safely say that he didn’t like any of this. He was open to a lot, sexually, but only when it was consensual. This was all terrifying for him as well. Slowly, the man walked to a table, his boots clicking on the stone floor of the basement as he crossed through the circle. He stopped at a switchboard and turned four little knobs, causing the things between the boys’ legs to begin moving. They really were machines. Each one thrust up and down, inside and then sliding almost entirely out before going back in again. Kurt cried out, sensitive from Sam, but his body fought him and the fact that this was all wrong, his cock hard in front of him. The other boys had the same thing happening, and it made them feel sick, getting turned on by all of this.
The man wandered back to the middle of the circle and looked at the boys in amusement. “I think I’m going to go take a nap. I’m pretty tired. How about I just leave you boys here? I’m curious to see how many times you boys can cum before I come back,” he said, the glint in his eyes scaring the hell out of the boys as the man turned to look at them all. “You have my permission to cum as many times as you need to. I will not turn these machines off until I get back. Have fun.”
Slowly, the clicking of boots signaled that the man was leaving. Sam let out a groan and Sebastian was panting, his breath short already as the machine thrust deep inside of him. Blaine was biting his lip and Kurt was still crying, terrified. They didn’t know how long the man would be gone, and they certainly didn’t think they could handle this for very long, the thrusting of the machine constant within them, stimulating them even when they didn’t want it.
For the four of them, it was a nightmare, and they just wished it would end. Their bodies were constantly betraying them and each task was more terrifying than the last. In that moment, all four of them wished they could be anywhere but there - even if it had meant being caught in the explosion at the Lima Bean. It was official: they had landed in their own little personal hell on earth, and there was no escaping.