Rowley's kidnapping -- Chapter 1 -- THE ORDEAL.
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Rowley Allerton.
I just want to tell the experience I had one day. And I want to write it so any reader in nifty can be horny. Even if I'm not gay, I was forced to having gay sex one day and I want to tell how that ordeal was not an ordeal after all.
I had just been swimming in my favourite lake again. It was July 2nd, my birthday. When I was a child I was told I am Cancer because someone who is born the second of July is Cancer. And they add the lie that you are a determined sign cause the day you were born the sun was in that precise sign. But of course this is nothing more than astrologers' charlatanry. It's more than two thousand years ago that due to the precession of the equinoxes all of this changed. And if you're born on July 2nd the sun is in Gemini. And we all are the former horoscope to the one we believe we are. Curiously when I've told this to many of my friends, I have discovered that the horoscope they hate most is precisely the former one to the horoscope they believe they are. And right now I'm sure all my readers, if I have any, will hate me for saying this. Oh, boy, if you think you're Taurus, then you're Aries; if you think you are Capricorn, you are Sagittarius, etc. If you don't believe me, you only have to type this in google: "why the horoscopes are wrong" and you'll see some pages explaining you why and it's more than 2000 years ago that all this changed and charlatan astrologers do not know or do not want to know. Maybe you are thinking: I cannot be Aries, I don't have the Aries personality. Blah blah blah: talking about personalities and predictions about the future is astrology and therefore that's not my province. They are just horoscopes and horoscope is an astrological word. Or if you prefer you can be astrologically Cancer and astronomically Gemini. Two horoscopes for the price of one: don't hate me. Now if you believe in all that shit, you can read two horoscopes.
I don't read horoscopes in a newspaper but look at the stars, and really benefit because Cancer is the least visible of the zodiac constellations, and Gemini is really beautiful, almost as beautiful as Leo and Scorpio, the two most beautiful constellations of the zodiac. I had studied chemistry but due to one of those coincidences of fate I was hired two years ago in an astronomical observatory. I still work there in the afternoons and then return home with my father, Superintendent Maxwell Allerton. We've always lived alone.
I think I still haven't introduced myself. I'm Rowley Allerton, 28 after that new July 2nd. I'm an astronomer who lives with his 48-year-old father and have had some girlfriends. My last one was Valerie, who left me three months ago. This morning my father had gifted me two novels and a book about stars.
I finally got out of the lake. It was a torrid Saturday and all I was wearing was my blue speedo. I've left the rest of my clothes under the shade of some pines. I went straight to where my clothes were to sit a while under the trees so that my speedo could dry. I was sitting in that beautiful place and finally stood up to put my T-shirt back on but it all happened in a minute. I felt a hand holding a handkerchief and it was put under my nose and I fainted. I'm sure I was chloroformed. Everything slipped off my mind and I plunged into darkness.
I don't know how long later it was that I woke up but what I saw scared me to death. I knew I was totally nude. And I was immobilized. Fortunately it was a really shady place surrounded by many tall trees, or the fierce sun of that day could have burnt me. But in the spot I was the sun didn't even graze me. Someone had hammered four stakes to the ground and both my arms were tied to two of them and both my legs to the other two, so I was naked and spread-eagled. I saw there was a man who was touching everything in my body. I realized I had been kidnapped and not knowing what the fuck would happen to me, and totally grasped by terror, I suddenly shot a load. It was a humiliating moment, but my dick would humiliate me a lot of times that strange afternoon.
-Good, you hot boy, you'll continue having a lot of fun with us.
It was then that I saw that it was three masked men. I could never see their faces. The man who had just talked reminded me strongly of my father. So I will call him after now, not knowing anything of him, the man with my father's voice. It's as if it was him disguising his voice, which was gruffer and hoarser as if it was that he was trying to give his voice a different color. But of course I never really thought it was my father and I even thought: "oh dad, I wish you were here and could save me from these thugs."
The man who was touching me was bald. He seemed to be enjoying my body and now was clearly stroking my balls and soon started to pump my cock, which was incredibly hard in that predicament. The third man was a 40-year-old man with a beard. So after now I will speak of the man with my father's voice, the bald man and the bearded man.
But I saw that they had not gagged me. And first I shot a second humiliating load at the unexpected masturbation. And then I cried.
-What the fuck? Who are you and what are you going to do to me? Will you kill me?
-We won't kill you, you cute boy --said the man with my father's voice-. You will be here giving us fun.
-What fun? --I was terrorized and asked.
-You will suck our three dicks and we will all fuck you.
-You mean you'll rape me?
-Yeah, you'll stay here like a good boy and will be raped.
Again I shot a new load. Have you never heard the phrase "be careful what you wish for, for you just might get it?" Now I will have to say something more about me.
Since I was 15, I've known I am a masochist and the fact is that for long I've wanted to be raped. I know this will sound stupid but that's been my desire the last few months. When I was a teenager, just walking one day under a cliff there was a landslide and an enormous rock fell on my right foot and it was an unbearable pain. But I creamed my pants. And some more accidents convinced me that what I really needed was pain. I never was with dominant girls before I met Valerie. And she's not dominant either. But six months ago we had appointed for dinner in a restaurant and when she arrived I could see she was crestfallen and when I asked her what the matter was, she answered she had been informed that very day that her main male friend had just been raped. Then I had a spontaneous reaction and said.
-Why the fuck wasn't I raped instead?
Valerie of course looked at me with a very weird look.
-What the hell are you saying, Rowley? Is it that you'd like to be raped?
-Don't look at me as if I were a weirdo, my love. Of course I don't wanna be raped. It's just that... well, you know because I've told you, that I'm a masochist, and if there is someone in the world who could stand being raped, that's me, both the physical pain and the psychological pain.
We left it there but I was increasingly more persuaded that I wanted to suffer an extreme experience and really wanted to be raped and I told her.
But one day I told her something different.
-And what if it were you, my love, the one that fucked me?
She looked at me not understanding anything, as if reminding me she had no cock of course.
-There's something called strap-on, my love. We could go to a sex shop, buy one and you can fuck me.
Surprisingly she agreed and we bought a strap-on and that very night she fucked me for the first time. It was a wonderful experience for a masochist to be fucked by his girl and I simply loved the pain. Since the first night, Valerie has fucked me 56 times more till one day she left me. It might well be that she didn't like her boyfriend being a masochist. Well, she never minded that, if truth must be said. But maybe she didn't like me being so extreme. And now here I was, about to live what I had thought I wanted to live: being raped.
So there I was, me who had just been kidnapped and stripped and about to be raped and humiliatingly cumming in that ordeal. But now I was not only touched by the bald man, who continued touching my dripping cock. Now the bearded man started to caress my upper body. He'd started caressing my forehead, came down everything in my face and finally rested his hands down my chest. I thought the man with my father's voice would not want to touch me, but he took a deep sigh first and then started to grope the soles of my feet and at last he came up my legs. I don't know how to explain it, but feeling that man's hands all over me was like a forbidden touch and it was like electricity and my dick blasted a load again, the fifth one.
-Good, you beautiful boy, and now since you seem to be enjoying, you'll have more fun with us --it was the bald man who had been talking and I swear I wasn't expecting his next move, but he took my cock in his mouth and started giving me a blowjob.
-You'll do it to us later, but first you must experience the fun of having a boy blowing you. And maybe you will feel the need of returning the favour to us later.
-Oh, thank you for this, Sir --I had to say.
I knew those thugs had kidnapped me, stripped me, tied me, they were playing with my body and I would have to be raped later but so far I had not stopped cumming and now for the first time in my life I had a boy sucking my cock and I knew at once I had never had such a good blowjob, not even by Valerie. That thug was certainly showing me that he liked my cock and was being so good that despite the fact that I had not stopped cumming, I had to blast my sixth load now.
Still frightened but still curiously aroused, first the bald man told me he was gonna relieve his bladder and I saw him pissing on my left and the man with my father's voice did the same on my right. As the bald man was sucking my cock, I sensed someone was loosening the ropes on my arms and I could now reach out my hands, not my feet though, and I had a sudden impulse and touched a bit of the dick on my left and sure that I could easily do it, I also grabbed the cock on my right. The man with my father's voice instantly said.
-What the fuck? No, wait, you horny boy, you'll please our three dicks later, not now. --And he withdrew his cock from my hand, but he was still pissing and I still don't know why I did what I did, but I opened my mouth and a little stream from the piss of the man with my father's voice entered and curiously I even liked the taste and came one more time.
But that man had seen me and screaming as if he were really angry, took his cock away and finished pissing far from me.
-Noooo. No, you handsome boy, we have not intended to make you drink piss. Now wait for us here, as we go to a little house we have nearby and decide the order in which we will do everything now. We will draw lots in order to see whose dick you will start pleasing. Don't move, you sexy boy. Ok, you can't move, I was forgetting.
And the last thing I heard was that man's guffaw as they moved far away from where I was and went somewhere, to a little house, they had told me.
Now I could easily disentangle myself from the ropes. My hands were almost free and I could get free and untie later the ropes at my feet, then put my clothes back on, which I could see very close to where I was, and escape. But something told me that whatever I could suffer, I'd better not move and wait for them here. It's as if I didn't want to go away from that unexpected ordeal. But I waited and waited and they didn't return. I briefly thought: oh, what the hell will they be planning for me? But last night I had hardly slept and now, waiting for the thugs to return, I'm afraid I fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept but when I finally opened my eyes, it was dusk. They had not returned and I was still naked and spread eagle. But suddenly I saw a note close to my head. It was easy to release my right hand and read it. The note said: "we're not going to do anything else to you. Go home."
So that was that. I had to finally admit the truth. They would do nothing to me. Probably they were not even there. I easily released both my hands and though a tad more complicated, I finally released my feet. I stood up and after some hours tied, recovering my balance was not easy. But I went straight to my clothes and got dressed. Now I had to leave the place and return home with my father.
Even so, I was walking around in order to see whether I could find that little house they'd told me. It is as if I didn't want to leave that place. It's almost as if I desired being raped after all. Finally I wasn't. They hadn't even forced me to suck their cocks. I know it's stupid but I felt somewhat frustrated. Maybe being close to being raped is all I needed to feel. But I had no other chance than finally take the road home.
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