TRIGGER - WARNING! IF YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED SEXUAL ABUSE DON'T READ THIS! Extremely explicit, absolutely non-con
In the meantime, the projection in the background had continued, as nobody had turned off the computer in the general excitement. Several shaky, amateurish sequences showed buildings, lecture rooms, assemblies, statistic charts, etc, and then suddenly a young person of Asian descent with long black hair, strapped down on an examination table.
He was in the process of being disrobed by two masked men. This wasn't so easy because the men obviously didn't want to loosen the victim's restraints. It was such an amateurish bungle, that the time it took gave everyone in the room an opportunity to register the sudden silence, and recognize it's source. One after the other they stopped arguing and honed in on the film sequence, which involved two men with ski masks and surgical gloves, and obviously at least one other one, wielding a camera. At first there was no sound. In grisly silence the men finally tore apart and pulled off the thin cotton pants and shirt the Asian youth was wearing, and he was lying naked now, still fully restrained. The camera travelled along a subtly muscled body, over a still fresh looking, star shaped gun shot wound in the angle of the sternum and the left clavicle, and zoomed in on a beautiful, girlish face, looking very young and … Asami thought that in their short time together Fei Long had shown any number of emotions, his had been such expressively childlike features, rather too open, he knew his young charge (he had been eighteen! it had been March too, going on Eastern …) he knew that Fei Long hadn't liked that at all about himself, had opted so hard for a tough look … in the video he didn't look tough, though, he looked certain he was going to die and that no one at all gave a damn. Sorry, he pleaded again, silently, I'm so sorry, I did care, do… but ... you and me … something about you brings out the worst, in me …"
He tuned in to the collective gasp of recognition.
„Young Mr. Liu …"
Asami jerked himself out of his trance and dived to the projector. Enough! That was the least he could do for Fei Long now, preserve a tiny bit of human dignity for him ... but with a deadly expression Yoh fell into his arm, eyes blazing like an avenging angel's, a keening moan of anguish escaping his taut features …
… the film was still silent, so their own, stressful breathing and thudding heartbeat seemed to be thundering in their ears. The lower part of the examination table was being replaced by stirrups by a third masked figure, two of them holding on to one of young Liu's legs with combined force, immediately replacing the straps, then doing the same with the other. The young man was fixated in a maximally spread-eagled position. A close up to his face showed him to be still awake, but tightly gagged with a black rag, fighting for breath.
After a brief glance in direction of the camera, as if to make certain the documentary was on, one of the masked figures began running his gloved hand all over the youth's naked body, testing, claiming. Starting at his bare feet, he travelled upwards over the restrained legs, bypassing the crotch, exploring the slim muscled abdomen, the chest, the neck ... continuing over the face, making sure the gag held fast. The second time round he focussed on the private parts, pinching the nipples, cupping the balls, grasping the cock. There was a close up on the genitals, the beautiful arrow shaped shaft, half erect … as it had been in the pub yesterday … the smooth balls. The camera zoomed in closer. At the base of the cock there was what looked like a vertical dark line. Otherwise the skin glowed smoothly … dusky, wholly intact.
Now a slim beaklike instrument came into view, hovering for a second, before being placed against the darkish line. The gloved hands adjusted the instrument's position a few times, tentatively probing. Then the right spot seemed to be found, and the instrument slid in, cautiously at first, and when there was no resistance, with more force, until it was almost gone, all the way in. The gloved hand carefully compressed the instrument's handles, so the beaks spread a little, widening the opening of the instrument, granting access. This shocked the restrained youth, or hurt; he reared up and looked as if he was trying to scream, which could not be heard, of course. The other masked figure patted him over the nipples, a bit like steadying an animal, a horse, casually running his hand over the shuddering body, taking hold of the twitching cock and beginning to circle his finger around the dry tip. The Asian youth tried to buck away, but couldn't, and the gloved hand absentmindedly stroked and fondled his cock and balls, as if to calm and appease him.
In the meantime the fourth man held a strong light source against the opening of the instrument, shining into the newly created fleshy tunnel.
The youth was struggling against his bonds now as hard as he could, almost rhythmically, almost making the instrument slide out again … and it was … arousing ... what a beautiful body. Not forcefully, just casually, in a matter of fact way, the instrument was pushed back in, the man feeling with his finger first, caressing the fleshy rims of the opening a little, and then the instrument was fixated by spreading it a little further.
Three of them held the young Asian down tightly now, enabling the cameraman to get a steady close up of the view into the tunnel, pinkish walls of flesh quivering and twitching. Then another, longish instrument came into view, beginning to probe, gently, obviously not with the intention of hurting, just demonstrating.
Gasps were heard among the assembled men, who seemed to have been bating their breaths up till now, as those of them with some knowledge of anatomy recognized what they were seeing.
For quite a while there was a close up of a pinkish knob with a central indentation, into which the slim, longish instrument now began to nudge, sinking in little by little. This obviously did hurt, really bad, because now the strong, well muscled youth began writhing against his restraints in such a violent manner, that in spite of their padding he would surely suffer rope burns … a tentative, more forceful push of the probe, gaining a few centimetres …making the youth buck up so abruptly that he managed to dislodge both instruments. They slid out and clattered to the floor. He lay panting, heaving, everything still completely mute.
He wasn't punished for this, and the masked men didn't attempt to reinsert the tools. One possessively laid a hand over the youth's shimmering dark hair. He tried to draw his head away, so the large hand came to lie on his face, the coarse fingers sluggishly spreading some of the slippery wetness of his tears and absentmindedly drawing a few sticky red doodles from a trickle of blood running down the corner of his tightly gagged mouth.
There was a crackle, as if by loose connection, bringing with it a short burst of sound, a strangled sob, followed by a low, impersonalized voice … „shhhh … quiet …", attempting to calm, „if you don't resist it won't hurt so much …", and then the film went silent again … the agonized outcry coming not from the loudspeakers ... but from worYoh ...
The camera was following the other man's hands travel downwards again, over the sculpted, heaving torso, stroking the goose fleshed skin, circling the dark nipples until the tips stood, tracing the artful lines formed by toned muscling, patting the taut slim flanks, making the youth wince and jerk, tracking the inguinal moulding until the close up was again on that mysterious opening between the smooth, trembling legs.
The gloved fingers resumed lightly exploring … and suddenly pushed in.
Again, there was a pause, in which the camera drew back a little, so that the large man's hand came into full view, half sunk in below the erect, quivering cock.
The man gently withdrew his fingers … and pushed them in again.
Now the sound system seemed to have been successfully connected … muffled gasps could be heard - a brief total showed the Asian was writhing as much as his restraints allowed him - then, panning back in to the action between his maximally spread legs, one man rhythmically pushing three of his fingers in and out again, the other man manipulating the fully erect cock, sliding his fist back and forth, flicking a finger over the wet glans, establishing a rhythm which slightly differed from that of the other man … it was the kind of totally random detail shock made you register, shot through Asami's mind, as he tried to fight down his horror … and arousal.
A microphone came briefly into view, probably unintentionally, because it was immediately withdrawn again, but the sounds were really clear now … skin sliding over skin … the heavy breathing of the three masked men … the youth's muffled shrieks, the thudding of his restricted body against the examination table … and now something else, too …. a moist, squishing sound … the coarse fingers relentlessly stabbing in and out, producing this … wet … obscene … the breathlessly watching men would never have admitted this, but it was tantalizing, dissolving … this mushy, squelching sound - you wanted to jump right in and join the action, ram your finger, your tongue, your cock, whatever, in too... the skilled hand was drawn back again to circle the wet rim of sticky flesh, flicking over it a little … making good use of the fluids young Liu's body was producing … and rammed in again with even more force …. picking up speed …
A close up on young Liu's face showed his eyes were glazed, and he was writhing and bucking in time now, submitting to the rhythm forced on him, like a horse reacting to spurs, broken in.
„What a well behaved ride", the impersonalized voice could be heard again, in a loud breathy whisper, „what a good little freak … you are a great, great show, and you will come now … for everyone watching … thank you …"
- to be continued -