The lost boy Seth
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,263
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
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2
Remember to R and R
He had fallen asleep drifting out to sea away from America and woke up
somewhere he didn’t know. The ship was no longer moving that much he
could tell but other then that he had no feeling what so ever. He felt kind of
sick and when he looked around all of the boys were sleeping and there
were four more people that he could count in the dark then he could
remember and there was a man sleeping on a chair in the room. He didn’t
like the look of the man. He was fat and evil looking.
The man snored so loud that he woke himself up and looked around.
He spotted Seth looking at him before Seth could shut his eyes. Seth
gulped. What was going to happen to him now that the man had seen him?
Was he going to be beaten?
“You come here,” the man said in a Russian accent.
Seth came and stood before the man, the man stood up in front of him. He
was much taller than Seth probably about 6’3 well Seth since he was only
14 and still growing was only about 5’7. He took Seth by the arms and
pushed him again the only bare wall there was which was right behind
Seth. Seth struggled but, only slightly because he didn’t know what would
happen, whether this was a guy he wanted to mess with or someone that
he shouldn’t cross.
“Are you a virgin boy?” The man growled wildly into Seth’s ear and started
feeling Seth’s pants in the dark, probably for his belt buckle. That’s when it
hit Seth, he was a slave. Not just any slave a sex slave and he was
probably being sold and on his way to his death at this very moment.
Seth kept squirming trying to fight against the mans bulk but, couldn’t, the
man was pressing him harder into the wall and pushing against every part
of Seth’s body. Seth didn’t want to answer the man, he just wanted to be let
go. He felt like the huge man was suffocating him and like he was going to
be pushed right through the wall if he didn’t do something about it soon.
“Yes,” Seth finally answered the man letting him go finally.
“Damn it!” the man said and then said something in Russian that
Seth couldn’t understand, “ Well, go back to sleep,” the man said to Seth,
“You heard me,” he said throwing Seth back onto his mattress when he
didn’t move at the mans command, “You,” the man said pulling Seamus
up and off his cot and waking him.
Seamus blinked sleepily as the man started necking him and
grabbing at his crotch. Seamus pushed himself away or made an effort to
anyway but as he was so weak and so tired his effort almost went
unnoticed by Seth who was the only other person in the room that way
awake.
“Get off me,” Seamus whispered pleading as the man started to
undo Seamus’ pants which looked like they had once belonged to a school
uniform.
He pushed Seth roughly into the wall like he had done to Seth and
pulled off Seamus’ pants revealing the fact that he had no underwear on.
Seamus made a whimpering noise as the man started to go down on him.
Seth turned away not being able to stand the site anymore out of fear that
he was going to be sick and fear for his new roommate and the closest
thing he had to a friend in this place.
About ten minutes later he heard a thunk as Seamus hit the wall
beside him, his soft sobs barely making a noise as the engine raced back
to life, Seth looked beside him where Seamus was sitting rubbing at his
eyes again, but he was basically silent.
“Are you okay?” Seth whispered to him trying not to wake the
others.
Seamus rolled his eyes but other then that gave no notice that he
had even heard Seth’s words then turned to look at him, “Would you be?”
Seamus asked then turned away rubbing profusely at his eyes again.
“Sorry, if I hadn’t freaked out and been so scared I would have…”
Seth said but Seamus cut him off.
“It’s all right. We have to watch the skin on our own back here, I
don’t stick up for anyone and I don’t expect anyone to do it for me. Don’t
worry about it. You’re just looking out for number one, I know that,”
Seamus said looking up at the ceiling even though Seth knew Seamus was
talking to him.
Seamus probably didn’t want to look him in the eye out of
embarrassment or shame. He didn’t know those feelings too well but
something told him he soon would figure it out. Once someone was having
their fun with him like that had just done to Seamus.
“Seamus, look at me,” Seth commanded in a not so commanding
way.
“Don’t say that to me, I’ve heard it too many time meaning “look at
me while I’m fucking you, you son of a bitch,” Seamus said still not looking
at Seth.
“Sorry, please look at me?” Seth asked restating it so it didn’t sound
so demanding.
“ I fucking hate myself,” Seamus said almost so quietly that you
could barely hear him.
“Don’t say that, there’s nothing about you that you should hate.
Nothing. Not even after what they do to you. You should hate them not
yourself,” Seth said feeling better about himself and what he had been
through since he got there.
“You’re going to hate yourself too one day. When you have someone
fucking you up the ass and another one licking your balls and yet another
one sucking your dick and then, wait there’s two more sucking your
nipples,” Seamus said in mock glee as he started to sob silently.
“You’ll get out of this one day. I plan to get out of it before it even
happens, the moment this boat stops I’m getting away,” Seth said.
“They’ll shoot you before they let you free,” Seamus said, “And I
personally would rather be dead.”
He had fallen asleep drifting out to sea away from America and woke up
somewhere he didn’t know. The ship was no longer moving that much he
could tell but other then that he had no feeling what so ever. He felt kind of
sick and when he looked around all of the boys were sleeping and there
were four more people that he could count in the dark then he could
remember and there was a man sleeping on a chair in the room. He didn’t
like the look of the man. He was fat and evil looking.
The man snored so loud that he woke himself up and looked around.
He spotted Seth looking at him before Seth could shut his eyes. Seth
gulped. What was going to happen to him now that the man had seen him?
Was he going to be beaten?
“You come here,” the man said in a Russian accent.
Seth came and stood before the man, the man stood up in front of him. He
was much taller than Seth probably about 6’3 well Seth since he was only
14 and still growing was only about 5’7. He took Seth by the arms and
pushed him again the only bare wall there was which was right behind
Seth. Seth struggled but, only slightly because he didn’t know what would
happen, whether this was a guy he wanted to mess with or someone that
he shouldn’t cross.
“Are you a virgin boy?” The man growled wildly into Seth’s ear and started
feeling Seth’s pants in the dark, probably for his belt buckle. That’s when it
hit Seth, he was a slave. Not just any slave a sex slave and he was
probably being sold and on his way to his death at this very moment.
Seth kept squirming trying to fight against the mans bulk but, couldn’t, the
man was pressing him harder into the wall and pushing against every part
of Seth’s body. Seth didn’t want to answer the man, he just wanted to be let
go. He felt like the huge man was suffocating him and like he was going to
be pushed right through the wall if he didn’t do something about it soon.
“Yes,” Seth finally answered the man letting him go finally.
“Damn it!” the man said and then said something in Russian that
Seth couldn’t understand, “ Well, go back to sleep,” the man said to Seth,
“You heard me,” he said throwing Seth back onto his mattress when he
didn’t move at the mans command, “You,” the man said pulling Seamus
up and off his cot and waking him.
Seamus blinked sleepily as the man started necking him and
grabbing at his crotch. Seamus pushed himself away or made an effort to
anyway but as he was so weak and so tired his effort almost went
unnoticed by Seth who was the only other person in the room that way
awake.
“Get off me,” Seamus whispered pleading as the man started to
undo Seamus’ pants which looked like they had once belonged to a school
uniform.
He pushed Seth roughly into the wall like he had done to Seth and
pulled off Seamus’ pants revealing the fact that he had no underwear on.
Seamus made a whimpering noise as the man started to go down on him.
Seth turned away not being able to stand the site anymore out of fear that
he was going to be sick and fear for his new roommate and the closest
thing he had to a friend in this place.
About ten minutes later he heard a thunk as Seamus hit the wall
beside him, his soft sobs barely making a noise as the engine raced back
to life, Seth looked beside him where Seamus was sitting rubbing at his
eyes again, but he was basically silent.
“Are you okay?” Seth whispered to him trying not to wake the
others.
Seamus rolled his eyes but other then that gave no notice that he
had even heard Seth’s words then turned to look at him, “Would you be?”
Seamus asked then turned away rubbing profusely at his eyes again.
“Sorry, if I hadn’t freaked out and been so scared I would have…”
Seth said but Seamus cut him off.
“It’s all right. We have to watch the skin on our own back here, I
don’t stick up for anyone and I don’t expect anyone to do it for me. Don’t
worry about it. You’re just looking out for number one, I know that,”
Seamus said looking up at the ceiling even though Seth knew Seamus was
talking to him.
Seamus probably didn’t want to look him in the eye out of
embarrassment or shame. He didn’t know those feelings too well but
something told him he soon would figure it out. Once someone was having
their fun with him like that had just done to Seamus.
“Seamus, look at me,” Seth commanded in a not so commanding
way.
“Don’t say that to me, I’ve heard it too many time meaning “look at
me while I’m fucking you, you son of a bitch,” Seamus said still not looking
at Seth.
“Sorry, please look at me?” Seth asked restating it so it didn’t sound
so demanding.
“ I fucking hate myself,” Seamus said almost so quietly that you
could barely hear him.
“Don’t say that, there’s nothing about you that you should hate.
Nothing. Not even after what they do to you. You should hate them not
yourself,” Seth said feeling better about himself and what he had been
through since he got there.
“You’re going to hate yourself too one day. When you have someone
fucking you up the ass and another one licking your balls and yet another
one sucking your dick and then, wait there’s two more sucking your
nipples,” Seamus said in mock glee as he started to sob silently.
“You’ll get out of this one day. I plan to get out of it before it even
happens, the moment this boat stops I’m getting away,” Seth said.
“They’ll shoot you before they let you free,” Seamus said, “And I
personally would rather be dead.”