AN UNFORTUNATE BOY

BY ABUSEDASBOY11

[ part 2 ]

Eric's Ordeal

Eric shook his head trying to regain his senses. He had only been aware of someone carrying him a moment ago. He guessed he must have passed out from the pain of the rape and that thought worked like a smelling salts. Peter! His eyes snapped wide, and he tried to move his hands but they were caught in handcuffs behind his back. He still couldn’t talk as a ball gag was still acting as a cruel deterrent to speech. It did not take him another second to realize he was only wearing a T-shirt and nothing else and that he was no longer home, nor was he alone. His tweener penis was exposed and he could do nothing about it.

His eyes glanced about and he noticed he was in a van, and he suddenly registered its movement. Two men sat on the wheel wells and watched him closely. Their eyes were dispassionate. Eric was instinctually afraid of them. He looked towards the driver but his view was blocked by a heavy curtain that cut the driver’s seat off from the back of the van. Lying on the floor, there were no windows Eric could see out of well enough to tell where he was. The van was moving but not too fast meaning it wasn’t on a highway or anything yet. He knew they were kidnapping him and that sudden thought overwhelmed him.

His head fell back to the floor and he started to cry, silent tears falling down his face and merging with the slight slobber that leaked from the ball gag. Less then an hour ago, he had been watching his favorite movie with Peter and Alex…. ALEX! His heart missed more then one beat as he thought of his younger brother. He struggled to turn over onto to his side to again look around the van but he didn’t see the bundled up form of his younger brother and even with all that had happened to him so far, he felt a quiet thrill of joy that his brother was at least at home, safer then he was. He was still with Peter and Peter had been doing those nasty things to him but Alex had been asleep and wouldn’t realize anything had happened. Eric hoped Peter would leave Alex alone now. What would Alex think when Eric wasn’t there in the morning?

Eric squirmed at the thought that his brother would think he ran away like he had before, abandoning him. Eric had promised Alex he would never do it again. When he was returned home last time, the worst thing he had to deal with was his younger brother’s anger at leaving him. Eric loved his brother more then anything in the world and he had vowed never to upset him again. But now Alex would think Eric didn’t care about him and that thought left Eric’s heart deep in his stomach and he cried some more.

He couldn’t move much. He tried futilely to get his hands out of the handcuffs and was only rewarded by a chuckle from one of the men sitting near him. He gave up for the moment and just layed back. He was wretchedly afraid but there was nothing he could do. So he just stayed there, keeping still. He tried not to think about what was going to happen to him but it kept creeping into his mind. He had already been raped and here he was basically naked and tied-up with strange men and going to only god knew where.

Soon the Van took a turn and rose up an incline and started to accelerate. Eric assumed they had reached the highway. Despite his fear, the rhythmic motion of the van soon lulled him to sleep. He had been through a lot and his twelve year old body was exhausted.

His eyes opened slowly as someone began to lift him up. The Van door was open and Eric had no clue how long had passed since he had fallen asleep. The man who lifted him up, back-stepped out of the van, carefully watching his step as he stepped down from the edge. He turned and walked deeper into what appeared to be a large warehouse.

Eric tried to look around but he couldn’t get a very good look at anything beyond where the man was heading. The man walked through a door and into a room with many beds. Eric was surprised to see boys in a lot of the other beds, there hands and feet tied to the posts of the bed in a spread-eagle. They were all completely naked and gagged just as cruelly as Eric was. From what Eric could see as the man walked him by some of the beds, the boys ranged in age from 7-13. Most were asleep but a few tried to lift their heads and look at the newcomer.

The man soon came to an empty bed and placed Eric down on it. He then took out a key from his back pocket and unlocked the handcuffs that kept Eric’s hands bound. Eric gave only a brief thought at trying to run as his legs were still free. The man was huge and he looked like he would have no problem with hurting Eric and so the boy stayed still, silently rubbing his wrists as the man positioned some rope from the bedposts. He then returned to Eric and put his big meaty hand on Eric’s chest and pushed. The man said nothing at all and Eric wondered if he could even speak but the force with which his hand pushed on Eric’s chest surprised him. The man was amazingly strong as he reached out and simply yanked one of Eric’s hands into the air and looped the rope around it and tied an archaic knot. He then repeated the step with the other hand and then both of Eric’s feet until he was spread-eagled like all the boys.

The big man, Eric could see some of his teeth missing and a slightly simple expression on his face, just stood up and looked Eric over. He reached out a hand to one of the ropes and pulled to make sure it was tight enough. Eric grunted into his gag as the man did this. After that, the man just walked away. Eric was glad he hadn’t tried to touch him or play with his penis like Peter had.

After a moment, another guy wearing a white coat walked into the room and over to Eric’s bed. He pulled out a pair of scissors which made Eric struggle a bit in fear. This man was much smaller then the other guy but he had the look of intelligence about him right from the small circular glasses he wore over his angular face.

As the man brought the scissors closer to his chest, fear bubbled up and Eric began to struggle mightily, arching his back and trying to get away from the scissors. The man simply pulled back and said, “Stay still, I’m not going to hurt you, though this might hurt if you thrash around like that.”

Eric looked at the man skeptically but calmed down. He watched as the man brought the scissors back and began to cut off his T-shirt. In a matter of moments, he was completely naked and Eric felt his cheeks blush as the man looked down on him and spent a moment looking at his penis. The man smiled and re-arranged his own package in his pants but didn’t reach out or take advantage of Eric.

The man returned his eyes to Eric’s face and stated, “I’m taking off your gag so you can answer some questions. If you scream, you won’t get any food for 2 days.” The man said this casually as if it was fact and not a threat and Eric only nodded.

The man reached his thin fingers around the back of Eric’s head and unbuckled the clasp of the Ball Gag. As soon as it loosened, Eric pushed the ball out of his mouth in relief. He sniffed and looked up at the man, running his tongue over his mouth. He spoke meekly and quietly, “Can I please have a drink?”

The man looked at the boy and nodded, obviously expecting it. He pulled a bottle of water from his pocket and leaned forward as he opened the cap and poured some of the liquid into the boy’s mouth.

Eric lifted his head a little to take in as much of the water as possible, not wanting to spill any. “Thank you…,” he said as the man pulled the bottle away. Suddenly he felt like he had done something wrong as the man was staring at him. He just stayed quiet.

The man just shook his head after a moment, overcoming the surprise at a boy in this situation saying ‘Thank you’ so politely and earnestly. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small note pad.

“Ok, listen. I am going to ask you a few questions. Answer quickly and truthfully. I mean it.” With that, he tried to give the boy a severe look but he was never very good at being threatening.

Eric just nodded, awaiting the 1st question. He would be truthful because maybe they would treat him nice if he was honest.

“What is your name?”

“Eric Galbryth”

The man wrote the information down, “And how old?”

“Twelve years old.”

“Do you masturbate?”

Eric just stared, not really understanding the question. He was being raised by a single mom who wanted her boys to be as innocent as possible for as long as possible.

The man saw the boy’s confusion and re-phrased his question, “Do you play with yourself.” With a flick of his pen, he motioned to Eric’s penis.

Eric hesitated but then nodded.

“How long have you been?”

“A few months”

The man nodded. “Very good.” With that, he put the notebook away and reached into the inside of his jacket and pulled out a cloth and a small brown bottle with the letters HCL3 scrawled on the side. He then poured a fair amount onto the thick white handkerchief.

Eric watched with apprehension as the man leaned forward and grabbed the back of his head and forced his nose into the cloth. He began to struggle and tried to scream but the man hand covered his mouth as well and the call for help was muted. In a few moments, his struggling stopped. Eric tried to will his body to move, to fight against what this man was doing but he couldn’t get it to listen. Soon his vision began to swim and an acrid bitter scent seemed to fill his head. In another moment, complete darkness had overtaken him.

Nathanial let the boy’s head drop. He was completely unconscious. Nathan didn’t really enjoy his role in this business. He was also too soft for it. The boy simply saying ‘Thank you” had shook his resolve but meaner men then he led the racket and he was just as much trapped as the boy. His own bad habits had detoured him from a successful life as a Doctor. He tapped off the top of a needle, a small amount of clear liquid filling the syringe. He placed the needle on the bed’s edge and took the boy’s arm in his hand, wiping an alcohol swab over an exposed vein. He picked the needle up and positioned it against the boy’s skin and pushed the needle head in. He squeezed on the syringed and watched as the liquid emptied from the needle. This sedative would be sure to keep the boy out for at least the next day or so.

Nathan packed up his gear and stood, glancing down at the naked boy, slightly ashamed at the erection that raged in his pants. Part of him wanted to be nice to the boy and protect him, the other…well that part was best left unspoken.

“Hello Doc!”

Nathan jumped, lost in his own thoughts. He stammered a response, “Deke…H-H-Hello.”

Deke took another puff of his cigarette, the expensive clove kind. “How’s the kid?”

“He’s fine. A perfect specimen, but he has been raped. You won’t be able to sell his virginity.”

Deke nodded, wiping back a few stray hairs from his forehead and nodded. “I knew as much. Peter took his fun with the boy I guess. But still, he’ll bring a good bit in from the slave market. A cute white-boy like him.” Deke just nodded to himself.

Nathan nodded, just wanting to get away from the man who was so callous.

Deke didn’t let him. “Not so fast Doc. We have another new one. He’s a bit older, probably nearing 14. I want you to castrate him so he’ll last a little longer.”

Nathan looked at Deke and simply nodded. He was a beat man. His eyes strayed to Eric whose mouth was hanging slightly open in his deep sleep. The boy looked so innocent. Nathan hoped he wouldn’t have to remove this boy’s precious parts. He sighed and let himself be led away by Deke.