A/N: Lots of non-con, manipulation, and smut in this chapter. Some bondage, toys, spanking, bareback, and the long-awaited gangbang are in here, along with a tiny smattering of plot. I greatly appreciate the ideas and suggestions. It is so flattering to know that some of you are inspired by the twisted world of this story, and your ideas also inspire me. I continue to welcome any thoughts and suggestions you may have.
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The video starts out of focus. Kurt sees several blurry figures and hears a jumble of voices. He startles and scrambles to lower the volume when a loud, deep voice says, "Okay, here's the focus." Kurt pull out one ear bud to make sure that no sound is coming into the room that someone in another apartment might hear, and he glances around the room suspiciously. He is alone in the apartment. The deadbolt on the front door is securely in the locked position.
Kurt lets out the breath he was holding and opens his eyes. The camera is now in focus. It's a close-up of someone's torso – a man wearing a black and silver shirt. The background voices are raised, excited and talking over each other. It's impossible for Kurt to decipher what anyone is saying, except for the person behind the camera. His voice rings out loud and clear, announcing features of the camera as he discovers them – focus, zoom, tilt, standby – and occasionally laughing at something one of the indistinguishable voices says.
Kurt releases his forearm from the grip of his fingernails and forces himself to breathe slowly – in and out. This video could have been taken anywhere, of anyone, doing anything. He hasn't recognized any of the voices yet. It might have nothing to do with him. There could still be some perfectly innocent explanation for why he would have written a note to himself about the video. He glances at the yellow post-it on the desk. In case I forget it says, the exact meaning still a mystery.
Movement causes Kurt's eyes to snap back to the screen. The picture zooms out fast and jerky. Kurt gasps when he recognizes his apartment. Eerily, the image on the screen is repeated in Kurt's wider field of vision. The camera must have been set up just behind or next to Kurt's desk. Of course, the apartment in real time is empty while the one in the video is filled with people. Men, Kurt amends quickly in his mind. A bead of sweat runs down his back.
The conversations on the video start to die down as the man in the center of the frame gets everyone's attention. The camera zooms in on him as he gestures with his arms and starts to speak. For a moment, the other voices still drown him out. Kurt's eyes dart to the skin-tight, ripped jeans, then the spiky, mussed hair, the slightly smudged eyeliner, and the black and silver choker necklace. It isn't until hear hears his own voice come out of the ear buds, however, that Kurt recognizes the rumpled, messy figure as himself. "We need to go over a few ground rules," Kurt on the video says to the assembled men. "This is my party. No one pulls focus from me." The view widens, and Kurt's mouth goes dry as he recognizes Sean, Nate and Justin among the crowd of unfamiliar men. Sean's voice echoes in his head – you were certainly friendly last night – and Kurt chokes down a splash of bile. Kurt does a quick count of the men on the screen. There were at least ten, plus the one operating the camera, and Kurt, whose voice continues as the camera pans across the group. "Now, I seem to have misplaced some toys that might help us all enjoy ourselves. I want a few of you to go look for them. Start in my bedroom over there. Feel free to tear the place apart, but I do need you to be very careful to put everything back exactly where you found it. My roommate is very particular about having everything in its place and I really don't want to deal with a lot of questions when she gets back."
Kurt does remember hiding the sex toys – worried that Rachel would find them. He had planned to get rid of them after she left for Lima. He stabs at the mouse until the action on the screen pauses, rips out the ear buds, and rushes into his room. He pulls up the corner of the mattress. Nothing. He digs the black jewelry bag out of the back of his bottom dresser drawer. Empty. He reaches behind shopping bags and photo albums to reach the shoebox at the back of the top shelf of the closet. Zilch. Everything was perfectly in place, but the paddle, bondage tape, vibrator and metal springy contraption (Kurt still wasn't sure what that one was) were gone. Kurt wracked his brain, but couldn't remember moving the items again. He circles back to the living room. The note – in case I forget – remains on the desk, mocking him. This isn't jogging his memory. He doesn't remember any of this.
Kurt isn't sure if he is more afraid of seeing what happens on the video or of having a permanent blank spot in his memory. Kurt's world is spiraling out of his control. He needs control. He needs to know. With equal parts morbid curiosity, trepidation and steely determination, he replaces the ear buds and hits play.
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Sebastian is pacing the hallway at Seikly Enterprises, fuming. As soon as Sid steps through the doorway from the preparation room, Sebastian spins toward him and spits out, "It's almost four-thirty! I've been waiting here since three. What the fuck is taking so long? I need to get back there NOW!"
"Please calm down, Mr. Smythe," says Sid carefully, holding up his palms and moving slowly, as though trying not to spook a dangerous animal. "Why don't you come to my office and have a drink?"
"I don't want a drink, Sid," Sebastian growls. "What I want is for you to explain to me why the fuck no one will let me into the preparation room. Tell me! Why the fuck am I still here with you when I should be happily enjoying the start of my week long trip as Kurt?"
"My deepest apologies for the inconvenience, Mr. Smythe. We are experiencing some – shall I say – technical difficulties with our equipment today. We have all of our technicians working on the problem, however we are not likely to have it fixed before tomorrow morning," explains Sid in a smooth, practiced voice.
"The fuck? Technical difficulties?! Tomorrow morning?! You told me this technology is flawless. What the…. How the…. What the fuck kind of technical difficulties are you talking about?" splutters Sebastian.
"I don't believe I ever said the technology was flawless," says Sid. "It is still rather new. As I recall, its newness and novelty are part of what appeals to you about our service. Only a few people have experienced this before you. And of course, we want to keep everything as safe as possible for you. Our technicians discovered several issues of concern during your overnight visit and we need to work on those issues before you can return safely."
When it becomes clear that Sid has finished speaking, Sebastian says incredulously, "That's it? That's all you're going to tell me? What kind of technical glitches exactly are threatening my safety and in what way? Or are you just trying to get out of giving me the full experience I signed up for?"
Sid sighs and says, "I really cannot divulge the specifics of the technical glitches we are experiencing. That is proprietary information. And I would be happy to review with you the relevant sections of the contract that you signed. As you may recall, Seikly Enterprises has the right to halt your visits to your host at any time to address any technical difficulties or safety issues, without any extension of your six-month contract."
When Sebastian, face red and fists clenched, opens his mouth to speak, Sid quickly continues. "Mr. Smythe, please hear me out. We are not trying to cheat you out of the adventure you purchased. In fact, you are getting the best value possible for your money. You are the first client to request a multi-day trip. By the end of next week, you already will have spent more time in your host than most of our clients do in the entire six months."
Sebastian's hands unfurl and he blinks several times before he speaks, his tone shifting from anger to awe, "I'm the first one to do a multi-day trip?"
"Yes sir," Sid smiles. "But I hope you can understand that we want to be as thorough as possible in our safety precautions."
"Yes, okay, I get it," says Sebastian absently. "It's just…" he pauses, running a hand through his hair and staring at his feet. "I appreciate that you want to be safe, and of course I want that, too. But isn't there any way that you can get me back there tonight? It's really important."
"Why exactly is it so important to be back tonight?" asks Sid slowly.
Sebastian taps his foot rapidly on the ground for a few beats. He laces his fingers together, then breaks them apart, finally looking back up at Sid, who is watching him intently. Sebastian remains silent.
Sid draws out each word. "Sebastian. What did you do that makes it so important to be back tonight?"
Sebastian focuses on a point just above and to the right of Sid's head, and briefly swipes at his nose. "I didn't do anything. Forget it. Tomorrow is fine."
Sid rolls his eyes at Sebastian's obvious lie. "This is really important, Sebastian. I need to know exactly what happened so I can determine whether we need to do any damage control. It is vital that we keep our technology secret." Sid pauses to sigh deeply. "We already talked about this. I thought you were going to try getting your host to sleep before you left him so that he wouldn't remember your actions and get spooked into asking more questions or seeking more help. So. Tell me. Exactly. What. You. Did."
Sebastian shrugs his shoulders in defeat. "Fine, I'll give you the short version and you can let me know if you need more specifics. I did stay in control yesterday through when we slept. In the morning, I ceded control to him, and he acted normal. I don't think he remembered anything that I had him do last night. But I wanted to do an experiment, so I left something for him to find that might jog his memory a bit."
"What did you leave?" asks Sid.
"A video of what he did the night before," says Sebastian. At Sid's sharp look he adds, "a sex tape. I planted it so he would find it after his classes finished for the day. I stayed with him until he left his apartment in the morning, and I took control when I needed to make sure he didn't see the DVD or the note, even though it was right there on the coffee table. I really wanted to see what his reaction would be when he came home and saw it. But I was supposed to be there when he found it, so I could step back in and take over before he freaks out. He's supposed to get on the plane to Ohio later tonight and that trip is very important to my plans for the week."
Wow, this Sebastian is one sick fuck, thinks Sid, as he schools his face into a completely neutral expression. "Yes, I can understand your concern. Unfortunately, Mr. Smythe, I sincerely doubt we will be able to speed up the process of fixing our technical issue. I suggest that you go home, get some sleep, and come back tomorrow morning. We'll have our people in New York keep an eye on your host to make sure he doesn't do anything too drastic. Hopefully, he will get on the plane as planned. If not, you can always make sure he gets to Ohio when you are back in charge tomorrow."
It takes a few more minutes for Sid to soothe Sebastian and convince him to head home for the evening. When the door closes behind Sebastian, Sid shakes his head for a moment and chuckles. Learning that Sebastian derives such obvious pleasure from torturing his host is such a relief. It makes Sid's real job so much easier. He heads to his office to jot down a few notes before joining the rest of the team to discuss the progress of their test subjects.
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Kurt tries to pretend the figure on the screen is someone else. The makeup and spiky hair help with the illusion that this is some nameless amateur porn star, but it's pretty hard to ignore his voice. And the Kurt in the video talks a lot – and says a lot of very filthy things.
"I don't want any of you fucking each other, unless you're putting on a show for me. All the attention has to be on me. And I want to make sure we get a good video, so try to always be facing the camera, and don't block the action. Now, all of you need to get naked," says Kurt on the video.
"Bossy little fuck, isn't he?" says one of the guys, as they all start to strip.
"Hey, Kurt, what about you?" asks another. "You have your clothes on. Well, most of them at least." There are some guffaws as Kurt makes a show of pointing his ass toward the camera and bending over with his hands resting on the couch, showing the gaping fabric and exposed butt cheek, as well as the other holes in the tight jeans.
Kurt turns and looks back at the camera and pleads, "Yes, please, someone get these clothes off of me. I need to feel your hard cocks rubbing all over my bare skin." Leaving one hand on the couch, he stretches even further to grab a pair of scissors from the table, then turns to hand them to the nearest guy. "Cut them off me, now – oh yeah, yessss!" he moans as the guy cutting the jeans rubs a thumb into the space between his exposed cheeks.
Another guy rubs his hand over Kurt's back, tugging his shirt forward and then off as Kurt lifts his arms. The guy with the scissors snips the waistband and the strap off the thong and it falls to the floor along with the tatters of the jeans. The tall boots and the black leather choker remain a stunning contrast to Kurt's alabaster skin as a dozen hands paw across his body, spinning him to face the camera. Kurt moans and whines obscenely, throwing his head back and stretching sensually as the hands run up and down his body, rubbing his nipples, kneading his balls, rubbing his hard cock, and pushing in and out of his mouth.
"Show us that greedy hole," commands the loud voice from behind the camera.
The guys rubbing Kurt step back as Kurt turns his back to the camera again. He plants his feet on the ground wide apart, sticks his butt out and up, then bends, slowly, reaching forward again to plant his hands on the couch. Four hands are soon back on him, two on each butt cheek, pulling them apart and showing his dusty pink hole for the camera. One of the guys blows on Kurt's asshole, causing it to flutter. He spits on a finger and rubs it around the rim, causing it to glisten.
"Oh, fuck, that feels so good," groans Kurt. "Get the lube. I need your fingers in me. I want to fuck myself on your fingers."
Lube is squirted onto his hole and Kurt moans and bucks back, seeking friction. A thick finger breaches him and he screams out, "Yes, yes, fuck me! Oh God, yes!" as he shoves himself back on the finger. "More, more, please!" he begs. A second finger breaches his entrance. Kurt is fucking himself furiously onto the stranger's hand. Impatiently, he reaches back and immediately shoves in one of his own fingers.
"God, I want you. I want you all so bad. Please fuck me. Fuck me now!" Kurt pleads desperately.
"I don't know, guys," says Sean. "I think we need to make him work for it."
Kurt whines and thrashes as the fingers leave him.
"Yeah," Nate agrees. "Get on your knees, Kurt." Nate and Sean grab Kurt's arms from either side and pull him off the couch, then down to his knees. The camera closes in on Kurt and the ten dicks bobbing at his mouth level.
"Mmmmmmm," moans Kurt as he stretches his mouth over a thick, throbbing cock. Kurt sucks and licks and bobs his head, looking at the camera lens through his lashes. He reaches out both hands to stroke the two cocks on either side of the one he's sucking. He then switches quickly from one to the other, licking long stripes up each cock and rolling the balls with one hand.
Justin grasps Kurt's hair and pulls him toward his cock. Kurt opens his mouth wide and hollows his cheeks as Justin roughly jerks his up and down on his cock. Three other guys are slapping Kurt's face and shoulders with their hard, dripping cocks. Justin lets go of Kurt's hair and Kurt pulls off his cock with a pop and gasps for breath. "Please, please, fuck me. I want to be fucked so bad," cries Kurt.
"Such a needy little whore," says Sean.
"Yes, oh, yes," moans Kurt around another cock. In between his words he sucks and licks at the cock in front of his face. "I'm a whore." Slurp. "I'm a slut." Lick. "And I need it so bad." Suck. "I wanna fuck all night." Slurp. "I need your cum in me." Kiss. "Oh, fuck, yeah." Lick.
A guy tugs at Kurt's hips and he gets his feet under him and straightens his legs, still bent over the cock in his mouth. "You got any condoms?" asks the guy, while sliding his cock up and down Kurt's slick crack.
"No condoms," moans Kurt, his face inches from the cock he is sucking and his voice high and breathless. "I want to feel your cum in me."
"Oh fuck, that's so hot!" shouts one of the guys, as the guy rubbing his cock against Kurt's crack pours more lube between them and runs a hand up and down is jutting cock until it is slick. He pulls Kurt's cheeks apart with his hands and slowly pushes in.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh yeah. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me harder," shouts Kurt, as he furiously shoves himself back on the dick behind him. The guy grips his hips hard and pistons into him, balls slapping against his ass in a rapid rhythm.
Several guys are standing over Kurt, fisting themselves while they watch the cocks pumping in and out of his ass and mouth. "Uhhhh," grunts one guy as he shoots ropes of pearly cum across Kurt's back.
Another guy slicks his cock with lube and taps the one fucking Kurt on the shoulder. "Hey, come on, let me have a turn." Kurt moans weakly around the cock in his mouth as his asshole twitches around nothing, but it is soon filled again as the other guy shoves his cock in in one smooth motion. "Mmmmmm," comes Kurt's approval. The vibrations send the guy in front of him over the edge, and he cums with a shudder. Kurt swallows most of it down, a few stray streaks of milky white dripping off his chin.
Kurt manages to groan out, "Oh yeah, feels so good. Fuck me harder, faster, unnhhhh," before another cock is pushed into his mouth. The guy behind him grips his hips and pounds his cock in and out, faster and faster until he stills. He pulls out, cum dripping from his cock and from Kurt's asshole. The camera moves shakily to get a better view of Kurt's ass, as another cock starts to push in.
"Hey, check this out," comes another voice as the long black paddle comes into view. "Let's brand this slut!" Someone snaps the paddle hard against Kurt's ass. Kurt jolts forward, moaning. A red, rectangular mark blooms on his skin, with the white letters SLUT spelled out across his cheek. "Yeah, look at that slut taking cock from both ends!" More ropes of cum land on the mark, just as it starts to fade.
Kurt is grunting an endless series of "uhhh, uhhh, uhhh" now, working his ass back and forth and in small circles against a cock, his skin stretching tight around it. He releases the cock in his mouth and looks up, pleading, mouth hanging open, "uhhh, uhhh," until Sean leans down and licks into his mouth greedily. "Mmmmm," moans Kurt into the sloppy kiss.
The guy fucking into his ass jabs in and out a few more times, then stills, spilling his release into Kurt with a groan. Another guy starts to line up his cock, but Kurt shifts away and stands up, giving his own straining cock a squeeze. "This needs to be buried in a hot, tight ass. Who wants to be fucked?"
"Fuck, yeah," comes the voice behind the camera. "Somebody take this for me." The camera shakes for a moment as it changes hands. Then a burly guy steps into view. Kurt leads him to the couch and pushes his back until he is face down on the couch, ass in the air.
Kurt pulls his cheeks apart and sees his hole is already glistening. "Did you finger yourself for me?" he asks in awe, plunging two fingers easily into the gaping hole.
"Yes, ahh," gasps the man beneath Kurt. "I couldn't help it. You're so fucking hot, oh God."
"You want this? You want my cock?" Kurt barks as he rubs the tip of his cock against the rim.
"Yes, oh God, yes! I want it!" pleads the man.
"Then I'm gonna give it to you," growls Kurt as he plunges in. "Oh yeah. So fucking tight. Come on, squeeze me. Yeah!" Kurt pumps in an out, swiveling his hips.
Another guy stands on the couch and presses his cock to Kurt's lips. Kurt opens his mouth immediately and swallows down the cock. A third guy lines up behind Kurt and plunges into him, then holds still while Kurt fucks into the guy in front, pushing himself forward and back on the dick in his own ass. Kurt moans around the dick in his mouth and then releases it with a pop. He lets out a series of louder and louder wordless cries and moans as his hips pump faster back and forth. The guy beneath Kurt also moans and grunts, then cries out, "Feels so good, Kurt. Oh, yeah, fuck me harder!"
A fourth guy shows the long, silver vibrator to the camera, slicks it with lube, and turns it on with a twist. The low buzzing is barely audible over Kurt's moans and whimpers. The camera follows the vibrator for a moment as it carefully snakes beneath where Kurt is connected to the guy behind him. The vibrator connects with Kurt's skin right between his balls and his asshole. Kurt throws his head back and screams in ecstasy, his whole body jerking as his cock pulses cum into the burly guy's warm, tight ass. Kurt's asshole spasms, and the guy behind him shudders and cums with a shout.
Kurt slumps forward for a moment. Several guys step forward to pick him up and move his limp and pliant body onto the rug. His eyes are closed, and he has a blissed out smile. Another load of cum shoots across his face and he smiles wider, licking the creamy substance off his lips and letting the rest drip down his nose and cheeks.
"Hey, give me that bondage tape," says a voice off-camera. Sean then comes into view, holding the roll of tape. There are some murmurs as the guys confer for a moment before one guy steps forward and pull Kurt's arms up over his head and hold them while another guy binds them with the tape – running the roll around both wrists several times before ripping off the end. Two more guys grab Kurt's ankles and lift them slowly up and back until they touch his forearms. Two more rings of tape bind his calves to his forearms, and his ass is pointing straight into the air, hole wide, gaping and twitching.
"Hot damn Kurt, my boy," whistles Sean as he pushes the vibrating dildo into Kurt's exposed ass. "I knew you were flexible, but I had no idea you could do that." He says this last part looking right into the camera.
This is what finally jolts Kurt back into harsh reality. He tears the ear buds out of his ears, jumps up and backs away from the screen as if Sean might reach through the screen to grab him. He stares wide eyed for a moment as the dildo is replaced by yet another bare cock pumping into his body.
Kurt turns his back to the computer and sinks slowly to the floor. He can't believe he sat and watched that much of the video. For most of it he was just frozen in terror and horror. It was like watching a train wreck and he wants to just erase it from his mind. But now he remembers everything, and no matter how hard he squeezes his eyes shut, buries his head in his hands and rocks back and forth, he still sees the images and hears his own pathetic moans and whines of need as they replay behind his eyelids.