Chapter Eight
It was normal now. Every once in a while, that man would come into the room he was locked in, intent on hurting him in any way possible. Ed was used to it. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't fight back. These depressing thoughts ran through his mind as he heard the door open, felt himself being thrown to the floor, and felt a much larger body against his own. He didn't even bother with running anymore.
He gasped as a black cloth slid over his eyes and was tied tightly behind his head, followed by ropes around his wrists and ankles. He was tied so he couldn't move. He was sitting on his knees, but if he tried to move he would most likely fall and that would be painful with no arms to land safely on. He felt even more terrified than normal being unable to see.
He stayed where he was, hearing a belt buckle hit the ground and instinctively flinching at the sound. He had no idea what was going on, other than the fact that it probably involved sex. That was probably all he needed to know, but that didn't make him feel any less powerless than before.
Hands firmly grasped the back of his head, and a command was uttered from the man's lips, "Open your mouth."
The blonde wordlessly shook his head, fear taking over any rational thoughts he'd been able to produce. He wasn't about to go through this again.
His kidnapper wasn't ready to take no for an answer. "Open your mouth!" he shouted, his hand slamming hard against the side of the teen's head. Ed let out a cry of pain, hearing ringing in his ears. "Do it!"
Timidly, Ed did as he was told, wanting to keep the violence at a minimal level. He didn't want this to be any more painful than necessary. A second later he felt something slide into his mouth so far he wanted to gag. He tried to pull back, knowing what it was, but the hand held him firmly in place. Ed pushed against it regardless and the man lessened his grip a little. It wasn't much, but Ed managed to back up enough to feel like he wouldn't throw up.
Suddenly, the man pushed his head forward again, and Ed felt his throat uncomfortably allow the kidnapper's cock even further into his mouth. If it wasn't from the gag reflexes, Ed would probably puke from the way it tasted. He was disgusted. "Well don't just sit there, blondie, get a move on it."
Ed fought the urge to bite down as hard as he could, and instead did as he was told, waiting for the man to loosen his grip. He let his tongue lightly flick against his shaft, hearing a low moan in response. Ed didn't really know what to do; this wasn't his field of expertise, but he tried anyway. He kept licking the spots that made the guy moan loudest, moving his mouth back and forth against the long shaft at different speeds, trying any way to get this to end as soon as he could make it.
A while of that and he heard the man give out a final moan, shaking above him and coming inside Ed's mouth without warning. Ed pulled away as fast as he could, opening his mouth to spit it out. A thin trail of come ran down his chin, past his collarbone. "Swallow what's in your mouth." Ed didn't need to be told twice to listen, and he tilted his head back, forcing the warm, sticky liquid down his throat. Apparently, the man was pleased with himself. He leaned forward and pulled the blindfold from his eyes, leaving him tied up. "I'll be right back."