fic: Trapped! [part 4/?]
Title: Trapped! [part 4/?]
Rating: hard NC-17
Pairing: any and all combinations of Kurt/Sam/Blaine/Sebastian eventually
Words: ~2,200 this part (~12,100 so far)
Warnings: noncon, overstimulation, fisting/punching (it's another 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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It didn’t take long for any of the boys to grow oversensitive as the machines constantly thrust inside of them. Kurt was the first to cum, and he cried out as drops fell down on the floor in front of him. Now he was completely sensitive and wanted to scoot away but knew that his punishment would be too severe if he did. Tears still flowed down his cheeks but Kurt just stood there, taking it.
Their breathing echoed throughout the room, along with moans and cries of pain or pleasure, nobody really knew. They’d crossed that line from being awkward around each other to just being supportive, even Sebastian. This was hell and there was no way they could make it out alive without the other three there with them, encouraging them.
It felt like hours that they stood there. Little pools of drying cum lay on the ground at their feet by the time the man returned. Kurt was crying and muttering little begs under his breath for it all to stop. He could hardly hold himself up and his legs weren’t supporting him, which only meant the toy was even deeper inside of him. “Kurt, you look like you’re having fun. I think we’ll just leave you be while I let the other boys free, first,” the man said.
“Please no,” Kurt begged, still crying. “Please, please no.”
The man ignored him, though, and shut off Sebastian’s machine first. “You’re being a good boy,” the man said, walking towards him, sliding his hands along Sebastian’s face and down his body.
Sebastian kept his eyes closed and he tried to steady his breathing as the man tweaked at his nipples and gave his oversensitive cock a tug. Sebastian cried out at that, and then watched as the man began to untie his arms. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he nearly collapsed onto the man as he was freed. “You’ve earned your nice, cozy room,” the man told Sebastian, who gratefully let the other strange man in the corner pick him up and carry him out of the room.
Sam’s head was drooping where he stood, and he was breathing heavily. “You’re about to pass out, aren’t you?” the man observed as he walked over to Sam, whose machine he had just turned off.
Sam didn’t even look up at him, and the man had his answer. Another man stepped forward to take hold of Sam, to catch him as he was untied and carried out to their room as well. Blaine was next, and while he could look around, he couldn’t support himself. “Now all we have left is you,” the man rounded in on Kurt, who was still being fucked by the machine, crying and begging for it all to stop. “I think that I know just the punishment for you. You’ve got such a nice, pretty ass. We should put it on display.”
The man slowly turned the machine down, and Kurt was still crying, but thanking him and calling him sir over and over again. It was such a relief, he wasn’t even ashamed. The man carried him over to a table, one that a person might see in a doctor’s office, and his feet were slid into stirrups. This didn’t feel right to Kurt. He was lying there, his ass right by where the man was sitting, and he felt sick all of a sudden.
Slowly, he felt fingers sliding over his stretched, abused hole, and Kurt didn’t think he could handle being touched there anymore. “You’re going to cum for me one more time before I let you go back to your room,” the man said.
“I can’t,” Kurt whimpered. “Please, sir, I can’t.”
“You will,” the man insisted.
He reached out to stroke Kurt’s cock, which didn’t do much to help Kurt’s situation. He was growing hard, but he knew that it would hurt more than it would feel good if he did what the man told him to. Everything was so intense and his whole body was oversensitive. Three fingers slid inside of him with ease, and it didn’t take long for the man to work in a fourth finger as well. “You’re going to take my fist, boy,” the man told him.
Kurt was whimpering and shaking his head. “I can’t. Please, I can’t, sir…”
He kept repeating those words over and over again, but the man never stopped. He slid his four fingers in and out, twisted them, reached around and grazed his fingers roughly over Kurt’s prostate. Kurt’s whole body shuddered and he cried out, but he couldn’t do anything to stop this. His body was so worn out and overused that he couldn’t get away if he tried, and he knew it. “Breathe, boy,” the man said. “Stop resisting and you’ll be able to give me exactly what I want.”
Kurt kept his eyes closed and he whimpered, just letting the man do what he wanted now. He didn’t beg, or resist, he just lay there. He felt so dirty and used, like a piece of trash. This man was doing these things to his body, abusing his body, for his own entertainment, pleasure, and profit, and it made Kurt want to be sick. He was already a bit lightheaded and exhausted, but it all gathered up to be too much. He knew he couldn’t handle what the man wanted, but there was no way to escape it. Kurt let out a strangled shout of pain when he felt the man’s fist pressing inside of him, more than what should fit and definitely more than what was comfortable, but before he could even beg for him to stop, his body gave way and Kurt felt so unbelievably full. The man looked on hungrily as Kurt’s body swallowed in his fist, and he started shifting his arm, sliding his hand almost all the way out, and then sliding it back in.
Kurt’s tears had started falling down his face again, and he was panting. This was too much. He was far too sensitive and it felt strange. His body was reacting as though he was turned on, but Kurt didn’t want to be. The man started to move his arm faster, his hand sliding in and out of Kurt like it was no problem. Kurt’s whimpers grew louder and he clutched the table he was on with both hands until his knuckles were white. “You know what you have to do, boy,” the man told him.
Kurt was shouting out and moaning as the man’s hand moved faster, now sliding all the way out before sliding all the way back in. Kurt’s body was jelly in this man’s touch, and he felt so weak. Darkness edged around his vision and Kurt just rested his head back, his eyes falling shut as the man kept going, harder and faster, sliding all the way out and then all the way in. It hurt, but his body mistook it for pleasure. He was scared at what it might mean, and he was trying to keep himself calm.
Without a single warning, the man thrust his hand into Kurt, and instead of pulling out, he just pushed further in, twisting his hand and touching with his fingers. Kurt nearly screamed as he came against his will, making a mess of his torso. His vision blacked out after that, and when he woke, it was all over.
Kurt’s whole body ached and he didn’t want to move. He knew he wasn’t on that table anymore. He felt arms around him, silence surrounding him, and when Kurt slowly let his eyes flutter open, he was met with the sight of Blaine watching him fearfully. “Kurt, I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered.
Their lips met in a tender kiss, and Kurt broke down immediately. He started crying and buried his face in Blaine’s chest. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…” Kurt couldn’t speak through his tears.
“I know, Kurt,” Blaine whispered, rubbing Kurt’s back. “I know. It’s okay. I forgive you, Kurt.”
Kurt felt like he was going to be sick. He clung to Blaine with whatever energy he still had, and he felt the bed dip next to where he and Blaine’s legs were. “Next time, just keep your mouth shut, okay?” Sebastian said.
His voice held no malice. Not a single ounce of hatred or anger. Kurt slowly rolled onto his back, wincing as his ass made contact with the bed, and he nodded. “I’m so sorry,” he whimpered, making eye contact with Sebastian and Sam, who was sitting behind him, for the first time since everything had happened.
“You had it worst, dude,” Sam shrugged. “Don’t worry about us.”
“What they did… it was bad, wasn’t it?” Blaine asked tentatively.
Kurt just choked on his words and nodded, more tears on his face. “You were bleeding a little bit when they brought you back,” Sebastian said. “We cleaned you up and stuff.”
Under any other circumstances, Kurt would have blushed furiously and been completely embarrassed at the thought of Sebastian touching him there, cleaning him up, but in that moment he was grateful. “I don’t think you should do anything for a while,” Blaine insisted. “No bottoming or anything, I mean. You need to rest. Heal.”
“What did they do to you?” Sam asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Nobody had really intended on asking, and Kurt hadn’t really thought they’d want to know, but the concern on all of their faces had Kurt taking a deep breath in preparation of telling them. “They… well,” Kurt’s voice cracked, but he explained, “He used his um… his fist. Hard. Fast. It hurt so bad.”
“Punching?” Sebastian asked incredulously.
He’d only heard about it, but never knew anyone had done it before. Sebastian had done plenty of research on kinks as he’d been growing up and discovering his own, but never once would it have crossed his mind that it might happen to someone while they were there. Kurt just shrugged and nodded, and Blaine said, “No wonder you were bleeding. That’s so rough.”
Kurt whimpered and nodded. Blaine still held him close, but Sebastian and Sam sat on the bed near him. They’d obviously had time to heal and recover. Kurt’s punishment had been far more severe and his whole body was sore from head to toe. “We’ll fill some of their orders for a while,” Sam insisted.
“You’ve really just got to heal. You had it worse than all of us,” Sebastian added.
Blaine rubbed Kurt’s back and Kurt felt a fresh wave of tears coming on as he said, “You guys are… you’re… why? I got us into that mess. I deserved it.”
“Nobody deserves that, Kurt,” Blaine said firmly.
Sebastian and Sam nodded vehemently in agreement and Kurt tried to wipe away some tears. “Have they brought us food yet?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
Sam just shook his head, and Kurt sighed. Food would probably help him - he felt so weak in that moment. A mix of everything that had happened in the basement, plus dehydration and lack of food was probably why he was so incredibly weak. Kurt was surprised that they all weren’t in the same boat when it came to that.
Almost as if on cue, the small doorway on the main door opened and four trays were pushed inside. They weren’t piled with food, but they each held a plate with some potatoes, chicken, and vegetables on it. They had a glass of milk each and a roll on the side. It was at least twice as much food as they’d gotten last time.
Kurt tried to move to get his tray, but Blaine kept him on the bed. “Stay here, Kurt,” he insisted.
Kurt frowned and watched as Blaine limped over to the trays to pick up two, one for himself and one for Kurt. Sebastian grabbed trays for himself and Sam, and the four of them sat on the bed, savoring every last bite of food on their trays. It was delicious.
For just a split second, they managed to forget where they were. They forgot who they were held captive by, and the fact that they were being held captive, and they just took solace in the fact that they weren’t alone. That night, they all curled up in bed, the four of them pressed together snug under the blankets, and they all held each other as they fell asleep. Blaine was still curled possessively around Kurt, who had his face buried in Sam’s chest where the two of them lay in the middle. Sebastian was pressed right up behind Sam, his arm around Sam’s waist.
When nobody else could be there for them, they turned to each other, and it was obvious that maybe that would be all they need to get through. As long as they could survive, they were content. Their lives may have been changed, but they held onto that dim light of hope that maybe someone would still come looking for them, or that maybe they could escape.
Rating: hard NC-17
Pairing: any and all combinations of Kurt/Sam/Blaine/Sebastian eventually
Words: ~2,200 this part (~12,100 so far)
Warnings: noncon, overstimulation, fisting/punching (it's another 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.
[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]
It didn’t take long for any of the boys to grow oversensitive as the machines constantly thrust inside of them. Kurt was the first to cum, and he cried out as drops fell down on the floor in front of him. Now he was completely sensitive and wanted to scoot away but knew that his punishment would be too severe if he did. Tears still flowed down his cheeks but Kurt just stood there, taking it.
Their breathing echoed throughout the room, along with moans and cries of pain or pleasure, nobody really knew. They’d crossed that line from being awkward around each other to just being supportive, even Sebastian. This was hell and there was no way they could make it out alive without the other three there with them, encouraging them.
It felt like hours that they stood there. Little pools of drying cum lay on the ground at their feet by the time the man returned. Kurt was crying and muttering little begs under his breath for it all to stop. He could hardly hold himself up and his legs weren’t supporting him, which only meant the toy was even deeper inside of him. “Kurt, you look like you’re having fun. I think we’ll just leave you be while I let the other boys free, first,” the man said.
“Please no,” Kurt begged, still crying. “Please, please no.”
The man ignored him, though, and shut off Sebastian’s machine first. “You’re being a good boy,” the man said, walking towards him, sliding his hands along Sebastian’s face and down his body.
Sebastian kept his eyes closed and he tried to steady his breathing as the man tweaked at his nipples and gave his oversensitive cock a tug. Sebastian cried out at that, and then watched as the man began to untie his arms. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he nearly collapsed onto the man as he was freed. “You’ve earned your nice, cozy room,” the man told Sebastian, who gratefully let the other strange man in the corner pick him up and carry him out of the room.
Sam’s head was drooping where he stood, and he was breathing heavily. “You’re about to pass out, aren’t you?” the man observed as he walked over to Sam, whose machine he had just turned off.
Sam didn’t even look up at him, and the man had his answer. Another man stepped forward to take hold of Sam, to catch him as he was untied and carried out to their room as well. Blaine was next, and while he could look around, he couldn’t support himself. “Now all we have left is you,” the man rounded in on Kurt, who was still being fucked by the machine, crying and begging for it all to stop. “I think that I know just the punishment for you. You’ve got such a nice, pretty ass. We should put it on display.”
The man slowly turned the machine down, and Kurt was still crying, but thanking him and calling him sir over and over again. It was such a relief, he wasn’t even ashamed. The man carried him over to a table, one that a person might see in a doctor’s office, and his feet were slid into stirrups. This didn’t feel right to Kurt. He was lying there, his ass right by where the man was sitting, and he felt sick all of a sudden.
Slowly, he felt fingers sliding over his stretched, abused hole, and Kurt didn’t think he could handle being touched there anymore. “You’re going to cum for me one more time before I let you go back to your room,” the man said.
“I can’t,” Kurt whimpered. “Please, sir, I can’t.”
“You will,” the man insisted.
He reached out to stroke Kurt’s cock, which didn’t do much to help Kurt’s situation. He was growing hard, but he knew that it would hurt more than it would feel good if he did what the man told him to. Everything was so intense and his whole body was oversensitive. Three fingers slid inside of him with ease, and it didn’t take long for the man to work in a fourth finger as well. “You’re going to take my fist, boy,” the man told him.
Kurt was whimpering and shaking his head. “I can’t. Please, I can’t, sir…”
He kept repeating those words over and over again, but the man never stopped. He slid his four fingers in and out, twisted them, reached around and grazed his fingers roughly over Kurt’s prostate. Kurt’s whole body shuddered and he cried out, but he couldn’t do anything to stop this. His body was so worn out and overused that he couldn’t get away if he tried, and he knew it. “Breathe, boy,” the man said. “Stop resisting and you’ll be able to give me exactly what I want.”
Kurt kept his eyes closed and he whimpered, just letting the man do what he wanted now. He didn’t beg, or resist, he just lay there. He felt so dirty and used, like a piece of trash. This man was doing these things to his body, abusing his body, for his own entertainment, pleasure, and profit, and it made Kurt want to be sick. He was already a bit lightheaded and exhausted, but it all gathered up to be too much. He knew he couldn’t handle what the man wanted, but there was no way to escape it. Kurt let out a strangled shout of pain when he felt the man’s fist pressing inside of him, more than what should fit and definitely more than what was comfortable, but before he could even beg for him to stop, his body gave way and Kurt felt so unbelievably full. The man looked on hungrily as Kurt’s body swallowed in his fist, and he started shifting his arm, sliding his hand almost all the way out, and then sliding it back in.
Kurt’s tears had started falling down his face again, and he was panting. This was too much. He was far too sensitive and it felt strange. His body was reacting as though he was turned on, but Kurt didn’t want to be. The man started to move his arm faster, his hand sliding in and out of Kurt like it was no problem. Kurt’s whimpers grew louder and he clutched the table he was on with both hands until his knuckles were white. “You know what you have to do, boy,” the man told him.
Kurt was shouting out and moaning as the man’s hand moved faster, now sliding all the way out before sliding all the way back in. Kurt’s body was jelly in this man’s touch, and he felt so weak. Darkness edged around his vision and Kurt just rested his head back, his eyes falling shut as the man kept going, harder and faster, sliding all the way out and then all the way in. It hurt, but his body mistook it for pleasure. He was scared at what it might mean, and he was trying to keep himself calm.
Without a single warning, the man thrust his hand into Kurt, and instead of pulling out, he just pushed further in, twisting his hand and touching with his fingers. Kurt nearly screamed as he came against his will, making a mess of his torso. His vision blacked out after that, and when he woke, it was all over.
Kurt’s whole body ached and he didn’t want to move. He knew he wasn’t on that table anymore. He felt arms around him, silence surrounding him, and when Kurt slowly let his eyes flutter open, he was met with the sight of Blaine watching him fearfully. “Kurt, I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered.
Their lips met in a tender kiss, and Kurt broke down immediately. He started crying and buried his face in Blaine’s chest. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…” Kurt couldn’t speak through his tears.
“I know, Kurt,” Blaine whispered, rubbing Kurt’s back. “I know. It’s okay. I forgive you, Kurt.”
Kurt felt like he was going to be sick. He clung to Blaine with whatever energy he still had, and he felt the bed dip next to where he and Blaine’s legs were. “Next time, just keep your mouth shut, okay?” Sebastian said.
His voice held no malice. Not a single ounce of hatred or anger. Kurt slowly rolled onto his back, wincing as his ass made contact with the bed, and he nodded. “I’m so sorry,” he whimpered, making eye contact with Sebastian and Sam, who was sitting behind him, for the first time since everything had happened.
“You had it worst, dude,” Sam shrugged. “Don’t worry about us.”
“What they did… it was bad, wasn’t it?” Blaine asked tentatively.
Kurt just choked on his words and nodded, more tears on his face. “You were bleeding a little bit when they brought you back,” Sebastian said. “We cleaned you up and stuff.”
Under any other circumstances, Kurt would have blushed furiously and been completely embarrassed at the thought of Sebastian touching him there, cleaning him up, but in that moment he was grateful. “I don’t think you should do anything for a while,” Blaine insisted. “No bottoming or anything, I mean. You need to rest. Heal.”
“What did they do to you?” Sam asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Nobody had really intended on asking, and Kurt hadn’t really thought they’d want to know, but the concern on all of their faces had Kurt taking a deep breath in preparation of telling them. “They… well,” Kurt’s voice cracked, but he explained, “He used his um… his fist. Hard. Fast. It hurt so bad.”
“Punching?” Sebastian asked incredulously.
He’d only heard about it, but never knew anyone had done it before. Sebastian had done plenty of research on kinks as he’d been growing up and discovering his own, but never once would it have crossed his mind that it might happen to someone while they were there. Kurt just shrugged and nodded, and Blaine said, “No wonder you were bleeding. That’s so rough.”
Kurt whimpered and nodded. Blaine still held him close, but Sebastian and Sam sat on the bed near him. They’d obviously had time to heal and recover. Kurt’s punishment had been far more severe and his whole body was sore from head to toe. “We’ll fill some of their orders for a while,” Sam insisted.
“You’ve really just got to heal. You had it worse than all of us,” Sebastian added.
Blaine rubbed Kurt’s back and Kurt felt a fresh wave of tears coming on as he said, “You guys are… you’re… why? I got us into that mess. I deserved it.”
“Nobody deserves that, Kurt,” Blaine said firmly.
Sebastian and Sam nodded vehemently in agreement and Kurt tried to wipe away some tears. “Have they brought us food yet?” he asked, trying to change the subject.
Sam just shook his head, and Kurt sighed. Food would probably help him - he felt so weak in that moment. A mix of everything that had happened in the basement, plus dehydration and lack of food was probably why he was so incredibly weak. Kurt was surprised that they all weren’t in the same boat when it came to that.
Almost as if on cue, the small doorway on the main door opened and four trays were pushed inside. They weren’t piled with food, but they each held a plate with some potatoes, chicken, and vegetables on it. They had a glass of milk each and a roll on the side. It was at least twice as much food as they’d gotten last time.
Kurt tried to move to get his tray, but Blaine kept him on the bed. “Stay here, Kurt,” he insisted.
Kurt frowned and watched as Blaine limped over to the trays to pick up two, one for himself and one for Kurt. Sebastian grabbed trays for himself and Sam, and the four of them sat on the bed, savoring every last bite of food on their trays. It was delicious.
For just a split second, they managed to forget where they were. They forgot who they were held captive by, and the fact that they were being held captive, and they just took solace in the fact that they weren’t alone. That night, they all curled up in bed, the four of them pressed together snug under the blankets, and they all held each other as they fell asleep. Blaine was still curled possessively around Kurt, who had his face buried in Sam’s chest where the two of them lay in the middle. Sebastian was pressed right up behind Sam, his arm around Sam’s waist.
When nobody else could be there for them, they turned to each other, and it was obvious that maybe that would be all they need to get through. As long as they could survive, they were content. Their lives may have been changed, but they held onto that dim light of hope that maybe someone would still come looking for them, or that maybe they could escape.