Chapter Two - Abduction
I pulled into the chicken place's car park. Quickly checking that I had
my wallet on me, I got out of my car and locked it. I then turned
towards the fast food joint and started towards it, only to take a quick
step backwards when a dark blue van pulled into the vacant car park next
to my car which I was just beginning to walk through. I scowled at the
driver and muttered "fucking idiot" under my breath, thoroughly shaken
from my recollections in the car trip back from Dr Farthing's clinic. I
rolled my shoulders and turned to walk around the van, whose side door
opened, sliding backwards. I decided I'd glare at the occupants of the
fan through the now open door, as my silent revenge for the van's driver
almost having run me over. I was surprised then, to see a man standing
(well, bent over slightly) inside the van, poised as if ready to spring
to attack. In addition to the one man I could see, there must have been
another out of my field of vision, as two sets of powerful arms reached
out of the van towards me. Each man grabbed one of my arms. I was too
surprised to yell out before I was hoisted into the van.
The inside of the van was pitch black - the driver's cabin was separated
off from where I was by a windowless inner wall. One of the men, the one
holding my right arm, twisted it up behind my back and then wrapped his
left arm behind my other arm, covering my mouth with his left hand. The
man was much bigger and stronger than me, and only now was it dawning on
me to start screaming and struggling. As I began my frantic, futile
efforts to break free of the man's iron grip, the men who had been
holding my left arm closed the van's door behind me. The light from the
car park outside disappeared very quickly, but I could only hear a
muffled sound from the door closing, even though it must have been
slammed. Likewise, I didn't hear the van's engine start again, but I
felt the van reverse underneath my feet as I squirmed in the grip of one
of my abductors. I felt the momentum shift again, and we were clearly
going forward again, back out on the open road, before the hand which
was covering my mouth was removed.
"Help!" I shouted. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"Shut up!" the man holding me so painfully barked into my ear in a
growling voice. "Nobody can hear you!"
"I have money!" I yelled. "Let me go!"
Suddenly I was swung like a rag doll into the wall of the van, on the
opposite side to the door. I hit a padded, although not exactly soft
surface, and then fell back onto an identically padded floor. Knocked
stupid and disoriented, I was slow to attempt to wriggle away, and in an
instant the two sets of strong hands were back on me, one man securing
my legs, another my arms.
"We don't want your money." the voice barked back at me. "And the van is
sound-proofed. So shut up."
"Please, I ha..." I began, but was silenced by a vicious knee to my
My world exploded with pain and for what seemed like an eternity, I
could neither breathe in or out. I tried to curl up into a ball, but
being securely held to the floor as I was, it was to no avail. The man
who had kneed me in the groin patted down my sides and then started
fumbling at my belt. The best I could manage was an anguished groan as
he pulled my belt off and then pulled down my pants, briefs and all,
leaving them around my ankles. He then secured my legs properly again,
pinning my thighs to the floor of the van with his knees, before
securing my upper body with his arms. The man who was already holding my
arms then began to pull my jacket off, and then rip my shirt off,
ripping the buttons off as he did so. My shirt and jacket were both
discarded, and then both men rolled me over onto my belly.
"Please! Don't!" I whispered hoarsely in terror, before being silenced
by a vicious strike on the back of my bare testicles by the man who was
securing my legs. His knuckles struck my tender balls in a quick down
movement, making me throw up from the sickening pain. The man holding
down my arms brutally shoved my face into the vomit, as the other man
twisted my arms up behind my back. I felt my leather belt on the flesh
of my arms, before one of the men bound my wrists together with it. The
belt was quickly followed by rough rope, which rubbed my skin raw as it
was tightly drawn over my forearms and tied in tight knots. I struggled
to drawn breath, almost drowning in my own vomit, but the men let me
raise my head out of the vomit long enough to take a few quick gasps
before pushing it back down each time. When my wrists were secured
behind my back in this vicious bondage, the men took another length of
rope and tied it around my elbows, drawing them painfully close together
before securing the knot so as to leave a completely taut length of rope
between my elbows.
The men moved me out of my own vomit a little, and I was now sobbing in
terror. I lay on the floor keening as the men pulled my shoes off, and
then my trousers off from around my ankles. Asides from my watch and the
rops around my arms, I was now completely naked. I started to struggle
with my legs, but I felt the toe of a boot touch my bruised balls. The
touch was threat enough to convince me to offer no resistance as the men
crossed my ankles, and then tightly bound them in the same rough rope
which was now biting into the flesh of my arms.
I continued to offer no resistance even as they pulled my legs back and
into the air, pushing my knees far apart with their boots. Then a rope
was secured along the taut rope which bound my elbows together, and was
drawn back over my bound wrists towards my ankles. I began wailing as I
realised I was being hogtied, and my wails became even more pained as my
legs were drawn painfully far up my back. I arched my back and leaned
back to try to make it easier on myself as my ankles were finally
secured while they were over my wrists. The pain, earlier localised in
my testicles, now spread through my legs and back, and as indescrible as
I found it to begin with, it intensified with every passing second. I
grew more and more desperate, and before I knew it, my pathetic wailing
had become fully fledged hysterical screaming on a continual basis. I
only barely stopped long enough to draw breath to begin screaming again.
The two men evidently found this intensely amusing, as they began to
laugh before roughly grabbing me by the arms and upturning me. The pain
now spread across my shoulders down the front of my body, down to my
quadriceps, all of which were drawn incredibly taut, as I was propped up
against the wall of the van in this bound state. I felt an intense warm
down the inside of one of my thighs as I pissed myself.
By now my eyes were beginning to adjust to the very low light of the
van, and I could see the outline of the bucket one of the men picked up.
The contents of this bucket, probably soapy water, were then flung all
over me and over the floor of the van where my vomit and urine had made
such a mess. There must have been a drain of some sort, as the liquid
drained away, leaving the floor merely damp, and me feeling even more
exposed and helpless. The feeling of being splashed with water against
my will without being able to even ineffectually shield myself with an
arm, and then being left bound, wet, and alternately screaming and
whimpering, made me feel intensely vulnerable. It didn't do just that.
To my great humiliation, I could feel my cock stirring to life, despite
the abuse my balls had suffered.
One of the men sifted through the rough pile of my discarded clothes,
and produced my briefs as the other man produced a roll of duct-tape and
a knife. I pressed myself as far back against the wall as I could in my
condition as the man with the knife leaned forward, holding the knife
about my chest. The other man roughly grabbed my hair and yanked my head
back as far as it would go.
"Open your mouth." he barked.
I mewled and sobbed, hesitating for what seemed to me like a few seconds
before I complied, but if I hesitated at all, the man didn't notice. He
stuffed my briefs into my mouth, furthering my humiliation. He kept
holding my hair as the other man held the knife to my throat. He ran the
point up and down the vulnerable flesh of my neck a few times as I held
my breath, before finally using the knife to cut a length of duct tape,
which was secured over my mouth, completely sealing my underpants
inside, and leaving me only my nose to breath through. At this point,
the other man let go of my hair, and then glanced down. Even in the
dark, he could see my traitorous prick standing to attention. My
erection was as big and firm a hard-on as I had ever had, if not firmer.
"He likes it!" the man with the growling voice announced in mocking
delight, and the other man laughed cruelly.
The man with the knife put the blade away, to my great relief, and then,
to my horror, grabbed my cock and gave it a great pull. I was dragged
out from my position up against the wall of the van by my genitals,
which hurt my genitals almost as badly as the rest of my body as fresh
agony ran through my arms, legs, back, and abdomen. I was now lying back
on my shoulders, crushing my bound arms and ankles beneath me, a
position which sent me into a fresh screaming fit, only this time my
screams were muffled by my own briefs, which humiliatingly filled my
mouth as a gag. The man with the barking voice pulled my head and
shoulders off the ground of the van by pulling my hair, and then sat
down behind me. He let my head rest in his lap, and I looked up into his
face, obscured by shadow, in abject terror and helplessness, with my
cock pointing straight up at the van's ceiling, as desperately needy as
I was desperate to escape.
"I bet that's the hardest he's ever been." the man previously wielding
the knife said. He had not spoken until now. His voice was calmer, but
somehow more cruel than the brutal barker who was now mockingly running
the backs of his fingers over my tear-stained cheeks.
"Is he right?" the man with the growling voice asked me. Fresh tears ran
down the sides of my face as I nodded.
"He's a natural." the cruel-voiced man sneered. "He gets off on the
"Would you like to get off, you pathetic bitch slut?" the man caressing
my head asked.
I closed my eyes. The question was the most profoundly humiliating thing
I had ever been asked. My whole body twitched in agony, and I was now
squirming involuntarily, although whether that was because of the pain
or because my arousal or some mixture of both, I do not know. I had been
abducted by these men, beaten, abused, stripped, hogtied, and was being
taken God knows where, and yet the thing which most filled my mind was
my sexual need. My cock throbbed as I strained against my bonds, and I
opened my eyes. I stared up into the face of one of my captors, a face
which was still indistinct as a result of the darkness, but whose eyes
could now be seen thanks to the way what little light there was fell on
them. I stared up into those eyes, a hungry stare. I felt the other
man's finger tips lightly caress my cock, sending explosions of pleasure
through my tortured body. And then, I demeaned myself in a way I had
never thought possible until then, by nodding frantically. Not just
once, or twice, but repeatedly, and with more vigour than I had ever
used to nod a positive response to a question before.
Both men laughed and laughed as I kept nodding, trying to plead with my
eyes for sexual release. Then the laughter and the nodding were both
stopped, as a heavy hand slapped me across my face, followed by another
across the other side, and another, and another. I closed my eyes
tightly shut once again. A slow but steady rain of simultaneously
clubbing and stinging blows from the palms of the hands of these two
burly men fell upon my face, torso and thighs, starting me screaming
into my gag again. The man in whose lap I was lying wrapped his thick,
masculine hands around my neck, and started to squeeze. My eyes opened
and bulged as he strangled me, and I looked up into his mocking, cruel
eyes once more.
"Since you get off on abuse..." he taunted me, the low-light catching
the gleam of his teeth as his mouth twisted into a cruel smile.
As he squeezed my neck, the other man slapped my testicles, a blow which
caused me to exhale what little breath I had left and grunt in agony. I
didn't have time to appreciate the new levels of pain I had just reached
with the vicious blow. Instead, I began to panic as I desperately tried
to draw in air but found that I could not. The cruel, growling-voiced
man tightened his grip on my neck as I began to twitch in desperation.
The vicious slaps continued about my chest, my belly, my abdomen and
thighs, and another on my brutally abused balls, but they fell almost
into irrelevance next to my terror. The certain realisation struck me
that I was going to die, going to have the life choked out of me in the
back of a speeding van, while naked and hogtied, and desperately horny.
Just as I began to black out, the man let go of my neck, and I took a
few deep gasps of air before I began uncontrollably sobbing. As I
sobbed, I slowly again began to process the brutal blows which were
falling over my torso and thighs. I also felt the unmistakable warm
sensation of my own shit, just before I smelt it. The terror which had
caused my involuntary bowel evacuation was so fresh, that the laughter
of the calmly callous man nearest my shit didn't even touch the sides.
The humiliation didn't even begin to set in until, after beating me for
a few more minutes, they pulled me over and shoved me onto my front so
that they could clean me up. As they did so, I feel awkwardly on my
still painfully hard cock, a painful demonstration of the fact that I
found my demeaning torture exquisitely sexually exciting. My abused cock
found itself pressed up against my stomach, between me and the padded
floor, as the men took position on either side of me.
Another bucket of warm soap water was poured over my lower back and
arse, with the remainder of it used to clean up the floor. A sponge then
started to scrub my inner thighs, balls, ankles, the crack of my ass
(where it scrubbed slowly and probingly), and everywhere else my shit
could be found. While this happened at one end, the other man slapped me
about the face, yanked me about by my hair and ears, and carried on with
other such demeaning play. Finally, the sponge was placed back in the
now empty bucket, and I was pulled painfully up by my hair and by the
rope which linked my elbows and ankles, until I was propped up against
the wall once more. At this point, the man who had been slapping me
about the face while the other was cleaning me up tied a blindfold
around my eyes. I am not sure whether he thought I might now be able to
make out their facial features, or whether it was because he was going
to blindfold me eventually, but it heightened my fear still more.
The heavy slaps all over my face, chest, stomach, abdomen, thighs, and
occasionally balls began again in earnest, slowly at first. Each slap
was paced, sometimes with up to a minute between slaps, and other times
six in a row in the space of a second, more usually with between five
and ten seconds between each blow. At first I tried to count the seconds
between the blows, to give myself something to focus on other than the
pain and my constant sexual need, but the alternating times and the
building pain made it impossible, and soon I was just pleading and
mewling into my gag between hoarse screams elicited by the blows. The
abuse seemed to go on for hours, with each man taking it in turns to
beat me, swapping with the other whenever his hands got tired or sore.
The blows also got heavier as the time went on, and before long the
process of waiting in the darkness for the next blow, however long it
might take to fall, wherever it might fall, with the only certainty
being that it would in fact fall, and that it would be even harder than
the last blow, was simply unbearable. Or so I thought, but I had no
choice but to bear it. My ordeal continued on and on as the van kept
driving to its destination, with the blows to my testicles becoming
earth shatteringly painful. More than once, I could feel the van come to
rest beneath me, but only for a few minutes, as if it stopped to refuel
at a gas station before setting back out on its way. Despite my
continual state of intense arousal, by the time the van came to a
permanent rest, each blow to my testicles would result in my losing my
erection for several minutes, until my traitor cock again revealed its
intense desire by becoming firm once more, despite the pain.