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“Ugh,” I groaned.
My head was pounding. Where was I? How did I get here? I felt dizzy: nauseous.
I opened my eyes, but I didn’t remove the black. A thick piece of cloth was wrapped tightly around my head, covering my eyes. I tried to wriggle it free, but it did no good.
My shoulders ached. I tried to pull my arms down from whatever was restraining them above my head, but the coarse rope dug into my wrists. My feet barely touched the ground. I tried to move them and found them similarly bound.
“Help!” I cried out in desperation, but only my echo responded.
How did I get here? How did I get here? I kept repeating this to myself. I racked my brain, trying to remember. I had been at school. Did I ever leave?
“Please, let me down!” I yelled out again, hoping someone would come to my rescue.
My voice answered back, mockingly.
CLUNK! CLANK! SCREECH! The sound of a metal door opening. Footsteps. My heart was pounding. Do I call out? Do I stay quiet? Are these my captors or my saviors?
“Hello?” I said shakily, my voice cracking with a high-pitched squeak.
“Oh, you’re finally awake, little boy,” a deep voice responded with a thick accent.
The footsteps came closer. I could sense the man was right in front of me. I felt his breath, rancid, on my face. His finger traced from my chin, down my throat, across my t-shirt-clad chest and belly, lifting off right before he grazed my cock.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun with you, little boy,” he said, stepping away.
He began to talk to someone else in a language I didn’t recognize, possibly Russian or another Slavic language. Either way, I couldn’t understand it.
My mind was still fuzzy, but I kept trying to put together how I got here. THE FINAL BELL! I remember the final bell. Running out the door, hopping on my bike, but then what? Fuck, where did I go next? It wasn’t towards home, that’s for sure. I only lived a quarter mile from school.
Two sets of footsteps approached. Suddenly, a blinding light made me wince and squint as the cloth was torn from my head. Slowly, I opened my eyes to get a good look at the men who had taken me. Two tall, burly men with thick arms covered in dense black curly hair stood in front of me. They looked like they could be brothers, or even twins.
“What’s your name, little boy?” The man on the left asked.
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t going to give them my name.
A swift slap to my left cheek sent my body swinging. My face stung. I struggled to get my footing as I swung helplessly.
“I’ll ask you again, what’s your name, little boy?” he asked again with his hand raised.
“Landon!” I nearly screamed. “Please don’t hit me again.”
“You do as you’re told, and I won’t. It’s nice to meet you, Landon. I’m Ivan, and this is my brother, Boris. He doesn’t speak much English, so you’ll be talking to me, okay?” he said.
I nodded my head.
“Good boy,” Ivan said in a patronizing tone.
Boris smiled and walked behind me. I tried to see what he was doing, but my restraints kept me from turning. Ivan stood right in front of me, his thick, heavy arms crossed over his chest. His icy blue eyes stared at me, piercing my soul. Boris came back around carrying an expensive-looking camera. He pointed it at Ivan, and then a red light began to shine.
Ivan turned to the camera and began to speak that language again. After a minute of talking, he turned to me and asked, “What is your name, little boy?”
“Landon,” I said.
“And how old are you, Landon?” he questioned.
“I just turned 13 a month ago.”
Ivan turned back to the camera and spoke some more in that unknown language. He pulled a knife from his pocket and moved towards me.
I immediately started begging and pleading, “Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want, please, please, please.”
“Be a good boy, and I won’t have to hurt you, little boy,” Ivan replied before grabbing the bottom hem of my t-shirt and pulling it out from my quivering body. “Now hold still so I don’t cut you.
He pulled the knife through my shirt like it was a hot knife through butter. I winced as he cut through the neck hole, slightly grazing my neck. He made quick work of my sleeves and then tossed my torn-up shirt to the side. I was now topless. My thin, yet fit, body is on full display for these obvious perverts.
“Do you play any sports, little boy?” Ivan asked.
“Soccer,” I answered, holding back tears.
Boris moved closer, scanning the camera over my exposed chest and stomach. Ivan placed a hand on my recently developed pec, giving it a little squeeze.
“You have some nice muscles, little boy. A little hunk in the making. Nice six pack. Nice chest. Barely any hair in your pits. A perfect little boy,” Ivan mocked as he ran a finger across my armpit.
He ran his hand down my chest. I felt bile building in my stomach, trying to force its way up as he casually groped my chest, ribs, and stomach. He left none of my torso unmolested. I felt disgusting and filthy as he fondled my vulnerable and undefended body. As he touched me, he spoke to the camera. He flicked at my nipples and dug a finger into my belly button. When he finally took his hands off me, he gave my neck a kiss. I had to swallow the bile that was rising in my throat once again.
“Now, let’s see what equipment you are working with,” Ivan said, reaching for my shorts.
He yanked them down my legs to bunch around my bound ankles, leaving me in nothing but my silky, tight-fitting white boxer briefs. Ivan gave my cock a little flick and then laughed.
“That’s a good size bulge for a little boy,” he chuckled.
I had been proud of my growing dick. I had gotten a few hairs about a year ago and now had a small bush at the base. My balls had dropped, and I jerked off nearly every chance I got, multiple times a day if I could.
Ivan roughly grabbed my crotch and rolled my dick and balls in his hand.
“Ohhhh, such a nice little package,” Ivan moaned as he groped and squeezed me. “Do you like this, little boy?”
I shook my head no, causing Ivan to fake a frown.
“Oh, poor little boy, he doesn’t like big hairy men to touch his precious tiny cock,” Ivan mocked.
He let go of my shriveled privates and placed a hand on both of my hips. They slowly worked their way backwards, slipping finger first under the tight waistband, running over my smooth, unblemished ass. He began to knead my cheeks with each grab, bringing him closer to my crack.
“Do you have a secret, little boy?” Ivan asked.
I shook my head.
“Oh, but little boy, I think you do,” Ivan said. “Maybe we can ask Josh about your secret.”
JOSH! It all came back to me like a tsunami, rushing through, filling my brain with everything that happened. Josh, the boy from Snapchat. I was going to meet him in the park. How could I have been so stupid? There was no Josh. It was just these two fuckers.
“Fuck you!” I said.
Ivan moved in an instant, his right hand flying from my ass to backhand me across my right cheek while his left hand held me steady, continuing to grope my rear.
“That is what you wanted Josh to do, isn’t it, little boy. You wanted him to fuck you, didn’t you?” Ivan said.
Tears began to well in my eyes. He was right. I did want Josh to fuck me, even though I had never met him. We’d sent each other pictures and been chatting for a while. We were going to meet for the first time today at the park, but there was no Josh. He didn’t exist. I was sending compromising pictures of myself to these two pedophiles.
“There is no Josh,” I said angrily.
“Oh, little boy, there is a Josh, and he’s here,” Ivan said.
He said something to Boris and then turned towards me and smiled. Boris put the camera on a tripod and then left the room. Ivan placed his hands back on my hips, letting them slip back inside my underwear. This time, he went straight for my crack, his fat fingers on one hand spreading my cheeks while a finger on the other began to circle and press against my hole. I clenched, attempting to stop the unwanted invasion, but it did nothing. He slowly broke my seal, pushing into me. Sharp pain tore through my ass as he dug into the first digit of his finger. He began to rock it back and forth inside of me. I wriggled uncomfortably as I was violated.
After what felt like an eternity, Boris opened the metal door once more and entered the room. He was carrying something in his arms, but I couldn’t see around Ivan. I cocked my head to the side and finally got a good look.
In Boris’s arms was a small boy, bound and gagged, wearing only a pair of white briefs. His hands were tied to his feet in front of him, but that didn’t stop him from struggling against Boris.
“I’d like you to meet Josh,” Ivan said, pulling his hands out of my underwear and stepping aside.
Boris put the boy on the ground in front of me. He tried to kick himself free, but the bonds kept him in place.
“He’s so sexy, right, little boy?” Ivan asked.
“You’re disgusting,” I said with disdain.
“This is Josh, little boy. Should we go to your messages and see all the naughty things you wanted to do with Josh?” Ivan said with a crooked smile glued to his face.
“That’s when I thought it was someone the same age as me, not a baby!” I said.
“Oh, no. Did reality not live up to your expectations?” Ivan said, mocking like he was crying. “Well, that’s too bad. You will do those naughty things, little boy, or there will be consequences.”
“How old is he? He looks like a baby! I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me. You can beat me until I’m black and blue. I won’t do it!” I said defiantly.
“I like it when little boys are naughty. I get to punish them,” Ivan said with a grin.