I wanted to take this time to say sorry for all my readers. The HUGE gap of information was originally intended for a future installment of captive heartbreak. But seeing more disappointment on how Ventus was capture, I had to repay you back. This chapter is for you the reader to get the complete story and Vanitas POV. Enjoy
Vehement Desire
My name is Vanitas.
This is my story of lust and companionship
My life was one of solitude and loneness. Being born mute, I learned to communicate by writing or texting. Not many people bothered to talk to me. My own parents died in a freak snow accident when I was 16. I inherited my father's truck and junkyard. I left school and didn't bother to finish it. I needed to make a living; no one else would help me. That was 3 years ago.
Present
On my nightly strolls in quiet city, I spotted a blonde hair boy around my age. He was staying late at a coffee shop just texting away on his phone. He was oblivious to his surroundings; the barista owner had to kick him out. I believed the owner call him Ventus as he shoved him out. After his force departure, Ventus would look upward to the stars and pop on his mp3 player. He casually walked away from the coffee shop to his home most likely. Each week, I observed him doing this routine on a Wednesday. Some Wednesdays, he would be cheery and full of life. If he was in a bad mood, he would stare at his phone and nibbled on his napkin. The more I watched him each week, the more I wanted him to be mine.
I schemed up a rather simple kidnapping scenario. I get my hand on chloroform; wait for Ventus to be kicked out by 10pm. From there, I wait in a no exit alley with my auburn pickup truck; soak a rag with the chloroform and cover his face with rag to sedate him. Then nonchalantly drive out to my outskirt home.
On the night of dec 21, 2011, I executed my plan. There was a cold chill of the night and a crescent moon at the time. I feared the moonlight would give away my location before I could ambush him.
The minute he walked into my vision, I lunged out towards him. "No…. please let me go", his plea for help was futile. His weak struggling gave me a boner. Quickly, I snatched my soaked rag to his mouth and gagged him. His exertion waned while I moved him deeper into the alley. I rummaged his pockets to find his cell phone. I tossed out his phone to prevent gps tracking. There, he waned in effort and I easily placed him in the passenger side. Everything worked out smoothly, but my heart was on a different level. It was racing wildly from this expedition.
Was it the thrill of the hunt? Or the pleasure that is soon to come?
I drove extra cautious to prevent unwanted attention from the authority. As I pulled up into the driveway of my desolate home, I looked up. The stars and moon twinkled brilliantly.
Was it a sign of destiny?
It didn't matter. I got Ventus in my hands and I'll never surrender him. Holding onto his limp body, I sniffed his hair; it smelled like chocolate flavor mocha. I gently rested his body in the uninhabited guest room. It had a mattress, curtains and sky blue walls. As a precaution, I tied up his hands to the back and tied his feet to prevent any escape. I didn't need to gag him anymore. No one visited this area for 10 years. It was the perfect secret prison.
By morning, I walked into the room. He roused up from my presence. The luscious face held a child like appearance. He was around my age but slimmer in build. I enjoyed the examination of his body; tight black tank top, a baggy black and white jacket with an olive green vest between the top and jacket. He had one earring of a silhouette heart. Below his waist, he wore a smokey color skinny jean with a spiky belt.
I had a throbbing urge in my pants. I went for him. "Aihhh… ah", His cried out for help, but it only worsen my desire. I stripped off his pants with vigor. He would probably need new clothes when I am done with him. His American eagle boxer brief revealed a tantalizing bulge. I needed to taste him badly; biting first his arm. I didn't sink my teeth too deeply; I wanted a live body, not a bleeding corpse. I licked the bite mark and moved my way upwards. I nibbled on his neck.
"Ahhh… ugh… ka" Ventus moan loudly.
Staying by his backside, my hands groped his stiffen penis. I revved up my hands to pump him dry. He came sooner than expected. A warm blob of salty fluid adhered to my hands. I sampled it and hummed my approval. I had a kinky thought of letting him taste his own cum. I smeared it across his face and circled his mouth. When I couldn't wait anymore, I squeezed his testes. He gasped in pain and I wedged my fingers in. I didn't let go of his balls until he licked every last drop of semen. I ended our morning session with a bite on the neck; leaving him there with a blanket to cover his shame.
I visited his room as much as I could and always left satisfied. I fed him to prevent starvation or malnutrition. I always fed him by hand. He was hesitant at first shying away from my fingers and foreskin. He soon grasped the torment I inflicted was from his disobedience. Ventus favored eating banana and strawberry. Cream soup was my favorite because I could dip my cock and forced him to suck on it. Each feeding, he improved on his technique making me cum sooner and longer. He knew my sexual points by the fourth day.
On Christmas, I gifted him some edible massage oils and clothes to replace the ones I torn up. He was beginning to smell on Christmas; I offered to bathe him with his restrains. His body still glowed heavenly even with some teeth mark scattered throughout his body. I got naked with him and massaged his head with shampoo. "Mhmm… more please…" the boy was enthralled by me. Not denying his wish, I stroked and caressed every inch of his supple body. I played a good twenty minutes with his body before he climaxed into the bathtub.
Months passed and I recall one phrased that lingered to my mind. I recalled it when I eavesdropped on a conversation between two girls at the same coffee shop where I abducted Ven.
If you truly love them, set them free
If they come back, you were destined to be together;
If they don't return, they were never yours.
On July 4th, I saw a news report regarding Ventus' disappearance; it showed his family weeping for his safe return. I didn't feel any remorse for kidnapping Ven. Yet, the crying mother made me thought about the phrase again. All this confusion riled me up. I entered Ventus's room with some fudge to get a relaxing blowjob. By now, I had removed all his restrains. He could leave anytime he wished, but he didn't. I foolishly believe he wanted to stay in my mind, but I knew he was experiencing Stockholm syndrome. My conflicting thoughts discarded from the blowjob on hand. I expressed my gratitude with blobs of white fluid coating Ventus face. He looked up to me with curious eyes. I responded with some licks on his nose and soon escalated with me doing him missionary style.
"Uh.. uh…. Yes… right there." The captive boy begged.
I customized my angle so I could hit his sweet spot every thrust. Our bodies were very close together and he played with my nipple to stimulate me more. I held his side with my hands and rammed him harder. His anal sphincter was tightening my hard on. I saw squirts of jizz emanating from Ven's erected penis. I unloaded into his colon and pulled out. Ventus was eager to grab my cock and glazed his hand in my seminal fluid.
On December 20, 2012, we made out after dinner. He went to work, licking my cock right on the slit. I moaned softly from his wet tongue lapping my dick. He found the courage to deep throat my manhood. I gave him a gentle encouragement with my hand to reach the end. My throbbing cock was in pain; his hot mouth was making me pant. His lungs gave out less than a minute and I came on his face just in time. He lapped it up and shared some with me. I got him to stretch his ass for the ride of his life.
"Yelp…" his mouth escaped a fast yelp sound.
He took my cock in stride, jerking slowing up and down. I pinched his ass cheek to fasten the pace. It didn't seem long until Ventus splashed white gold over my face. He collapsed onto me after my twitching erection finished its job.
Dec 21, 2012 was our one year together as kidnapper and captive. However, we were more like a secret couple. In another time or place, maybe I wouldn't need to do this. My head rattled with the phrase once more. The more affection I felt for Ventus, the stronger the guilt within me gnawed deeper. In the morning, I drove by the police stations and saw a text hotline phone number. In my brief moment of insanity, I made the choice to free Ventus and let him decided his own fate. I wrote in a text that Ventus can be found in a townhouse 10 miles from the city. When I sent the text, an invisible weight lifted from my shoulder. The guilt was gone and soon the reparations will come at me. When I arrived home from the police station, I located my 6 mm handgun.
I'll set Ven free, I thought
I entered his room abruptly. Ventus's eyes widened; he must have thought I was going to kill him on our anniversary. The police force came destroying my property as expected. I could hear the shattered windows and broken doors as they closed in on us. As red lines and guns pointed towards me, Ventus sprang in front of me.
I'll set Ven free
I tossed Ven aside and aimed my weapon at them. A barrage of metal blasted my body and I could feel death's cold embrace. I fell down to be caught by Ventus. I smiled knowing Ventus was free from me; free from the sins I committed. I coughed up blood, my death drew near. With exerted effort, I landed a kiss to his lips. A trail of blood connected Ven to me.
I wanted to know something before I died:
Ven, do you hate me?
