Nausea

“Wakey wakey half-breed…” he uttered firmly as he shook the seemingly lifeless body on the floor.

“Pretty little thing aren’t you?” he asked quietly, sliding the back of a finger across the warm tender flesh. A sinister smile appeared on his stern face.

Tatsumi, lying on his back and slightly to one side, awoke slowly and with a groan, with his head feeling like it was pummeled repeatedly and his vision still a bit blurry. But soon everything came into focus like a camera in automatic mode. Russet orbs had opened wide and a sudden gasp was heard as the boy realized he was in an unfamiliar place and that he wasn’t wearing any clothes. The sting of the cool air touched naked flesh causing Tatsumi to shiver as he habitually tried to cover himself. He did, however, recognize the person in the room. It was Mitch from the bar, crouched over him. Was it last night? Or longer? How long had he been out?

“Rohypnol works wonders ne?” the man uttered, chuckling to himself afterwards.

Immediately, he tried to back away from the man like a frightened wild animal but came to the realization that his left ankle was bound to the floor by a thick metal chain which was firmly secured to a thicker ring bolted to the ground, preventing him from moving any further. He tried to remove the restraint off his ankle, but it was no use because it was bound by a padlock, similar to one used to lock a shed. The boy looked around the room, trying to find a way out. The room’s walls and ceiling were white but dirty, the floor was old, faded hardwood and there were no windows, with the only source of light coming from an unsteady ceiling fan. The room was fairly large and there were two doors, one to a bathroom and one to the outside, both of which were inaccessible to the boy not only because of his restraints but also because their locks were reversed so that a key was needed to open them. He also spotted something peculiar: a video camera on a tripod in the opposite corner and to his knowledge, it wasn’t on.

Tatsumi, sitting with his knees up and together looked at the man standing before him with contempt, his eyes alight with fear and fire. His voice was quivering yet loud, as if to demand, “Wh…what did you do with me? Why am I here?”

“We’ll worry about those details later,” he quickly responded.

The smirking man approached him nonchalantly and now towered over him. He crouched down once more to be at eye level with Tatsumi and pulled out a small pocket knife from the back of his jeans. It was brought to his neck and the man grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking it upwards. Tatsumi gasped and let out a little groan.

“Now, I’m going to be blunt. You’re going to do as I say or else I’m going to cut something off…”Mitch threatened, pressing the blade against his vulnerable skin but not enough to cut him, “and it will be something you will miss…Understand?”

Nodding his head quickly, keeping silent and still, knowing that if he made a wrong move he would be cut or worse. The boy’s eyes were wide with fear, with a glossy finish as if he were about to cry. But he wouldn’t let the man see him cry, not yet; he was stronger than that. Tatsumi’s orbs darted to the door as it opened. Another man emerged from it. He recognized him from the bar also. It was Brett. He went over to the corner and retrieved the camera, detached it from the tripod and came over to the other two.
“Me and Brett here are gonna have a little fun with you…,” he said, releasing his grip on Tatsumi’s hair causing him to hit his head on the wall, “but you’re not gonna call us that…you’ll call us Masters. Got that?” The camera was switched on. Tatsumi nodded.

“I said GOT THAT?!?” Mitch yelled causing the boy to flinch.

He answered quietly, his voice shaky, “Y..yes Master.” Tatsumi was then dragged to the center of the room with the chain attached to his ankle dragging along. He lay on his side, his hands covering his shame. Mitch used his boot to push the boy onto his back as the other man began to record, Tatsumi’s naked form on the camcorder screen. He refused to look at the camera, keeping his gaze to the side.

“Spread you legs…keep your arms to the side,” Mitch demanded, smiling down at him, “C’mon…let the camera see how pretty you are.” He gave him a little kick on the side. Tatsumi kept his eyes closed, gulping, spreading his slender legs apart to expose his genitals to the two men and the camera. He wanted to cry, but wouldn’t let himself succumb to those feelings. No, not now.

Opening his orbs so they were slits, he gazed up at Mitch to meet his cold blue eyes and that devilish smirk, which were both attractive and repulsive to Tatsumi at the same time. The man crouched over the frightened one, observing him momentarily, “Oh I’m gonna enjoy breaking you…” He fingered the tender nipple, circling the digit around before finally giving the tiny nub a pinch causing it to become erect. Tatsumi moaned and squirmed but the man’s firm calloused hand kept his lithe body steady. “Now…start pleasing yourself. Have some fun…make the best out of the situation,” the indigo-eyed one said in a fake encouraging tone, clearly teasing the helpless lad. He hesitated, shaking his head, refusing to do such a perverse act.

“Na uh…Remember what I said…” uttered Mitch, waving the shiny blade in the air. Again, keeping his eyes closed Tatsumi bit down on his lower lip as his left hand slid down his flat stomach, passed a nicely trimmed bush of black pubic hair and finally arriving at his flaccid manhood. He began to slowly massage his penis, noticing the cameraman coming closer to get a better view of this unwanted masturbation. Tatsumi felt a tension in his stomach and a sudden nausea from being forced to do something that he clearly did not want to do. Nevertheless, his body could not differentiate between the various agents of pleasure, unwanted or not. His smooth shaft began to harden and become erect. A small moan emanated from his mouth which caused both of the men to grin.

“There are some questions I want you to answer, Tatsumi, and you had better answer them. Understand?” asked Mitch firmly.

Tatsumi stopped stroking himself and looked to Mitch pleadingly, “Please let me go…please?” A sudden sharp backhanded slap was delivered to the boy’s cheek causing him to flinch again. He whimpered quietly.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself bitch,” his captor uttered firmly but somewhat quietly, grabbing Tatsumi by the hair and yanking him upwards to meet his face. His cold eyes, filled with cruelty and malice, narrowed and the volume of his masculine voice increased, “Listen…you’re skating on thin ice. I could fucking easily have you killed or kill you myself if I wanted. Got that slut?” That was a lie of course. He knew that his own life would be taken if he killed or visibly scarred the collateral.

Nodding slowly, his eyes nearly tearing, Tatsumi meekly replied knowing that his life was at stake, “Yes..Master…”

His long dark hair was freed from the grip of the man as he was cast back to the floor in a single motion. He wanted to curl up in a fetal position but was interrupted by a boot, which pushed him on his back and pressed down on his abdomen.

“Now…keep doing what you were doing. Don’t you want to give the camera a good show?” Mitch laughed to himself as Tatsumi resumed masturbating his organ for the camera, shutting his eyes so much that the lids trembled. His six-inch length was already fully erect and dripping with precum. He moaned quietly, feeling his fingers getting sticky. “Back to the fun part…the questions,” he grinned and crouched down over him, “And you better answer them honestly or else.” A brief pause ensued. “So…how often do you touch yourself…say…on a typical day?”

Mitch crossed his arms with that devilish smirk still displayed on his face. He then looked up at the camera, which was now panning from the brown-eyed one’s strained face, across the flawless coral flesh of his chest and stomach, to his erect oozing member which he was stroking slowly, and finally across his slim legs and feet. It then zoomed out so that only Tatsumi and the man’s black work boots were in the shot.

“Um…once…or twice?” said Tatsumi, almost as if he was seeking approval from his captor. He was already blushing, but the blush deepened now. His eyes were open a little and he was biting his bottom lip, a habit of his when he was nervous or embarrassed.

There was a partly insouciant expression on Mitch’s face, but with a hint of a twisted smile. “And what do you think of when you masturbate?” His strong hand landed on the boy’s stomach, massaging the flesh in a circular motion then running the hand downwards, grasping the boy’s fingers and guiding them up and down at a quicker pace.

Tatsumi groaned, stuttering, “Uh..nnn..g..guys?”

Mitch chuckled, “Thought so…” he glanced at his shaft and used his thumb to massage the bulbous cockhead, “Ever suck a man’s cock before?”

The boy’s orbs widened a bit and he shook his head, “Nno..”

“Hn…I’m surprised. I thought a little whore like you would of sucked his share of dicks by now…” replied the man, still smiling. “I take it you haven’t been fucked yet either?”
“No…Ahh…ahh….nnn” answered the teen, letting out another moan with the pace of the stroking increasing. He squirmed.

“Ah my little virgin…don’t worry, that’ll change soon.” Mitch continued to jerk him off, squeezing harder and pumping faster. “Mmmm…yeah…cum for me.” Shortened huffs of air passed Tatsumi’s lips, realizing that he was nearing climax. Moans became more frequent as well and his face looked flush and was full of tension.

“Ahhhh!” A scream filled the once quiet room as Tatsumi orgasmed, his chestnut orbs shut, his mouth wide open, his neck and back curved and his toes curled. Several spurts of milky cum shot onto his stomach. Moments later the spasms and shivering ceased and the boy’s head and back touched the wooden floor. He was spent. Resting his head on its side, his raven hair was disheveled and strewn on the ground like silky shadows.

By now the cameraman had captured every second of Tatsumi’s ecstasy. Mitch released Tatsumi’s limp member and scooped up a glob of creamy seed. He brought it to his mouth and tasted the brown-eyed one’s essence. “Mmm...tastes like salty honey. Want to taste?”
The boy shook his head, with eyes barely open. He felt unsure and a bit disgusted by the thought of eating his own semen.

“Well now that you’ve had your turn, we’ll have ours,” said Mitch in a maniacal tone. He rose from his crouching stance to stand and motioned for Brett to come closer. Tatsumi’s stomach churned as he realized what they were going to make him do. Mitch reached over and once again grabbed Tatsumi by the hair and hoisted him like he was some sort of untrained animal. He brought him down on his knees before him, eye level to his crotch. Tatsumi kept his eyes downcast and wrapped his arms around himself, frowning. He could hear the men unbuttoning and unzipping their trousers. The man jerked his head upward so that he was forced to look at the thick, growing manhood. The boy’s eyes widened, having never seen one that big before. He winced slightly as the man still gripped his hair tight. “Go on…suck it,” demanded Mitch.

Tatsumi shook his head in a foolish act of defiance, causing Mitch to deliver a hard smack to the boy’s cheek. He whined in pain both from the hit and from his hair being jerked as a result of the slap. Taking a deep, shaky breath, he leaned in and opened his quivering mouth, taking the swollen cockhead in and suckling. It tasted horrible: like concentrated man-sweat and it was very musky. He wanted to spit it out but he knew he would be punished for it again and he didn’t want to be hurt even more. He took a little more of the length in his mouth and bobbed his head slowly, sucking and being careful not to graze his teeth with the sensitive flesh.

“So how does your first cock taste?” Mitch asked, letting out a little cruel laugh as he rocked back and forth, fucking the helpless one’s mouth. Tatsumi rested his hands on the man’s thighs for support as his head was forcefully thrusted in and out. He would choke occasionally but this did not deter his captor. The man was grunting and groaning like a beast and then in one motion thrust his entire eight-inch length inside Tatsumi’s mouth and into his throat. Russet orbs shot open fully. He couldn’t breathe. Tatsumi panicked and tried to push against the man’s thighs in an effort to escape the suffocation but the grip on his hair was too strong for him to overcome. Seconds later and not a moment too soon, Mitch yanked the boy’s head backwards, removing the pulsing, slippery shaft from his mouth completely. Tatsumi gasped sharply and heavily, a combination of saliva and precum dribbling from his bottom lip and chin. He held his chest and continued to pant, trying to regain his breath. A minute later, he was dragged in front of the cameraman, his hair still clutched by the other man.

“Well? Do it!” exclaimed Mitch, “Make Brett feel good. After all he’s been working hard today filmin’ you and all.” Tatsumi looked to Mitch, pleading with his eyes, but to no use. He held the oozing phallus with both hands and placed his mouth over the dickhead like he did with Mitch and began to suck. He found it didn’t taste as strong as the previous one, but it was still awful. He bobbed his head, taking another inch in his mouth, still nursing it. He could hear Brett moaning, who had the camera pointing straight down at him. Mitch, who was stroking himself, pushed Tatsumi’s head forward so that more of the cock entered his mouth. “Come on…you can take a lil’ more.” The boy rested his hands on the man’s hips and continued to dip his head up and down, unwontedly sucking the man’s penis. “Look up…let the camera see your pretty brown eyes…” Another smirk.

Humiliated, he reluctantly gazed up at the camera lens, his wide chestnut orbs full of fear and shame. He noticed the camera was unsteady as the man holding it was nearing climax. “Ah…I’m gonna cum…” Brett grunted like a beast. Swiftly, Mitch pulled Tatsumi’s head back while he jerked his own manhood, almost climaxing himself. “Keep your mouth open, Tatsumi and don’t spit anything out...” Obeying, the boy had his lips parted, but kept his eyes closed. Moments later he heard loud groaning and grunting and felt warm shots of fluid on his face and in his hair. The strong, salty bitterness of the two men’s semen shot into his open mouth, coating his tongue. The sensation was more horrible than he had expected, like pungent mucus with the strong aroma of cherry blossoms and sodium hypochlorite. He desperately wanted to spit it out.

After the men were done coating Tatsumi’s face in their sperm they took a pause to savor post-orgasmic elation. Mitch looked down at the boy with the usual cold gaze “Swallow it,” he demanded.

Hesitating for a while, he built up the courage and gulped the foul tasting liquid, the thick semen slowly traveling down his throat. He gagged, dry heaving several times then taking several deep breaths as he looked down at the floor, his head only being held up by the hand gripping his hair.

Soon, Mitch finally let him go, jerking him backward. “Hmm… that’s all for now..,” said the man as he zipped up and buttoned his pants. Brett pointed the camera at the seated boy, whose head was still pointed to the floor with dark hair covering his face, as he zipped up his fly. “Tatsumi…what do you say? Don’t you want to thank us?” asked the blue-eyed one.

He tried to hide the anger and the sadness in his face, gazing up slightly and wiping his mouth of saliva and fresh seed. His voice was shaky and small, “Th..thank you… Masters…”

“The pleasure was all ours,” Mitch replied mockingly as they headed towards the door, turning off the light on the way. Tatsumi’s eyes followed them trying to get a look at the outside. But the door was shut too quickly for him to discern anything. Afterwards, the sound of the deadbolt locking filled the room and apart from some fading footsteps, that was the last sound he heard from the outside.

Shadow pervaded the room. Tatsumi lay on his side now, wiping the drying cum off his face, neck and hair. However much he tried though, he could not be rid of the smell of sex, an aroma that made him feel sick. Curling up into a fetal position like he did before, Tatsumi closed his eyes. He would not cry now for his spirit was not broken. Eventually, the sweet escape of slumber overcame him…

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.(1)

(1)Sudden Light (first verse) by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882)