Prologue
There stood a dark room with no windows. It just had solid black walls with easy to clean gray tiled floors. The only way to enter or exit the room was a heavy wooden door that scrapped the floor each and every time it was opened or closed. Nothing was in the small cramped room except a fairly large sized bed decorated in large soft pillows and oddly designed blankets. A set of metal hand cuffs were attached the head board of the bed. The small bloodied wrists that were bound to the hand cuffs belonged to a small child that couldn't be over the age of ten. His dull eyes red and puffy from the useless tears and cries that he no longer has a voice for, he was close to a state of complete submission.
The door slowly opened allowing the room be engulfed by bright light. The boy didn't move, he just continued to stare at the ceiling.
"Hello, My Angel," said a male's voice as he entered the room.
The small boy took a shallow breath and refused to open his mouth.
The older boy smirked. He couldn't be older than eighteen but his long silver hair could make him pass for over twenty. He strolled over to the side of the bed and slowly sat down beside the small boy. The older teen brought his hand to the boy's face rubbing his thumb over the child's cheek. The boy was trying his best not to shudder or flinch at the teen's touch, knowing it would only come to anger the teen.
The teen cupped the boy's face and leaned in to capture the child's lips into a deep kiss earning a small gasp from the small boy. The teen licked the child's bottom lip forgetting the child's lack of knowledge on this action. The teen mentally chuckled and bit the child's lip gently but hard enough for him to part his lips just enough for the teen push his tongue into the child's mouth. The boy's eyes widened in surprise and confusion at the teen's actions, the teen mapped out the boy's mouth, savouring the sweet taste.
Finally the teen broke the kiss with a smile. The boy was red in the face and panting from lack of air and confused by weird sensations flowing through his body.
"Why?" the boy asked suddenly.
Instead of being angry like the child had expected the teen merely chuckled, "Why? Well in simple terms because I want you," he replied.
"Want me?" asked the boy confused.
"I can't explain it, but I can show you," said the teen crawling carefully onto the small boy.
As the teen started to kiss him much more passionately, the boy wished he had never asked. A stray hand wandered up the boy's shirt; exploring every inch of the boys chest before deciding on playing with one of his nipples, pinching, pulling and rolling it between the teen's forefinger and thumb. The boy emitted small muffled cries. He didn't understand such feelings or his body's actions towards them.
The teen smiled as he took in every sound and expression that came from the boy. He switched nipples as he started to kiss the boy's jaw line and neck leaving a trail of little bite marks, he bit especially hard on the boy's neck drawing small droplets of blood. This spot was his mark on the boy.
Why? The child thought, it didn't make any sense. What were these feelings? His body felt strange and very hot.
As the boy pondered on his thoughts, the teen was thinking that he wasn't psychotic. He knew what he was doing, and he knew it was considered wrong to kidnap...But he simply didn't give a damn about the laws. He wanted the boy and so he took him. It's not like they'll ever discover the boy or even that it was him who kidnapped him. Oh the privileges of living on your own and being a good actor...
"Ah...s-stop..." cried the boy, his body wouldn't stop; it felt like he was going to explode and lose his sanity.
The teen ignored the boy's protests and continued to play with him, he soon started to move his minstrels lower... The boy's shorts were soon gone and his underwear not long after. His shirt had been pushed up as far as the hand cuffs would allow. The boy didn't even realize that he was fully exposed to the teen's eyes. His mind was focussed on the strange heat coiling in his stomach.
"M-make I-it... s-stop," pleaded the boy.
"Stop what?" asked the teen, chuckling.
"T-the...the...h-hot..." answered the boy, he really didn't understand and that scared him. Was it the teen's doing? If so why? Why? Why was he doing this? Why?
"Ok," replied the teen.
The teen grabbed a small bottle he had purchased just for this moment... One hand gently grasped the boy's member squeezing it and pumping it slowly... earning cries and moans from the boy. His other hand, the fingers coated in lube circled the boy's entrance before one digit slowly entered.
The boy started to really struggle. His parents told him not to let anyone touch him there. It wasn't right, not right, "N-no...no...No, no...No!" chanted the boy, tears falling again, "S-stop...p-please..." It felt strange having a finger inside him...it had to stop.
Ignoring the boy once again, he added a second finger...
It hurt...it really hurt. The boy cried, begging the teen to stop...
A third finger...only added to the pain. The teen pulled his fingers in and out of the boy's entrance, scissoring the opening, trying to stretch it, preparing the boy for what was to come...
Yes, when it came down to it, the teen would be raping the child but he didn't necessarily want to cause the boy anymore pain then he had to. You could even say he really did care for the boy. But on the other hand the teen did kidnap him and hand cuff him to a bed but that all had to happen right? It's seen as wrong to want someone so much younger then you. The teen was going to rape that child... Really did this make any sense...?
"Ah...Nnn...AH!" screamed the child; the teen's fingers had touched that special spot in him, causing him a jolt of pleasure. The heat pooled faster, something needed to be released, but what? The boy didn't know...
The teen grew hard just watching the boy, hand cuffed, covered in sweat, panting, eyes gazed over, it was just too arousing. He pulled his fingers out. Coated his own erection with a large amount of lube and positioned himself at the boy's stretched entrance.
Since the boy was still in fact a child, this action would cause him far greater pain then if he was older. But the teen had already come this far...
One quick thrust and he was fully sheathed in the boy.
The boy, shocked, eyes and mouth wide open. No scream came from his lips, only tears found their way out.
The teen was quite surprised that the boy didn't utter a sound but he still pulled out and thrusted back in.
"Ah! I-it...h-hurts...! Ah! T-take it o-out!" cried the boy.
The teen groaned in response. The boy was way tighter then he first imagined. He felt like he was going to be crushed by the heat. He continued to thrust in and out. The boy gave up on crying and protesting and only let out small whimpers, until the teen stroked the special spot again.
"Ah...AH!" cried the boy. Pleasure spread through his body covering up the pain and lighting up the heat and pressure again.
Noticing the change in the boy attitude, he started aiming for that spot with every thrust.
"Nnn,,,st-top...I...ah...Nnn...AH" cried the boy.
The pressure building up within the boy soon reached its climax, sending his seed all over his stomach. The teen watched the expressions on the boy's face as he rode out his release. It was such a beautiful sight, he was the first to see it and he would make sure he was the only one to see it.
However seeing as the teen was much older and obviously more experienced in that area, he wasn't ready to cum yet. He continued his assault on the boy with fast-paced thrusts until he finally came, over-filling the boy with his seed. He pulled his limp member out of the boy, his seed started to flow out of the boy's abused entrance.
The boy was half-way between being awake and unconscious, he was completely exhausted. What had just happened? Was that sex? He had heard adults and older kids talk about it before. But doesn't that happen between girls and boys?
"Didn't that feel good?" asked the teen pulling his boxer's shorts up.
The boy wasn't sure how to answer, it had hurt...really hurt and it also felt really strange but at some moments it had felt really good. What should he say? "I-I don't k-know..."
The teen smiled as he unlocked the hand cuffs, the boy's sore wrists fell like heavy bricks above his head. The teen gently lifted the boy up, carrying him bridal style.
"Let's go and get cleaned up," said the teen walking out of the room.
It was a chance to attempt escape, but the boy was too tired to try or even lift his head to look at the teen.
Will I be stuck with this person forever?
Will I ever seen Mommy or Daddy again?
Will he do those weird things to me every day?
"Don't worry, Angel. I'll take good care of you," said the teen kissing the boy softly on his lips.
"Why?" said the boy, letting out a yawn.
"Because I want you," replied the teen.
"Why? Want me?" he asked not understanding.
"Because...I love you," answered the teen without hesitation.
Love? Was he being serious? The boy didn't even know this person. How can you love someone you don't know?
All the boy knew was that...
"I-I wanna go home..." the boy cried softly.
"You are home," replied the teen, "This is your home now."
The boy continued to cry, this isn't my home...
To be continued...