My body is a cage, that keeps me from dancing with the one i love

Liam’s POV

I send a text to Niall to ask where he is.
- hey mate, how are you doing? You coming home for dinner?
Time passes and I join Harry and Louis in the kitchen to help. I get a reaction on my phone. It is from Niall.
- Hey mate. I will be running late. Bye.
Liam checks it and raises his shoulders for a short and quick moment. He informs the boys that Niall is running late, so they will adjust the amount of food to three of them.

Darryl’s POV

I am setting up some toys for later. A baseball bat for threatening, I found water, extra duct-tape and cigarettes. I already brought condoms and lube.
I am pretty busy, while all the sudden I hear a phone ringing. It is on Horan. I check his pants-pocket. I see a text form Liam.
- hey mate, how are you doing? You coming home for dinner?
Darn, how to handle this? How does he normally react. I check the history of their conversation. I copy a text he send a week before.
- Hey mate. I will be running late. Bye.
Great, that was good. Hopefully they will not call this number. I place his phone together with the other probs. I take my own phone and make a picture of Horan. Then another one of close by. He is so cute.
My whole body is tinkling. I am so excited about the things to do to Horan. I feel so much power over him. The adrenaline and the fact I am pretty horny right now is an amazing feeling.

Niall’s POV

I feel a huge headache. My head hurts so much. My stomach is so painful. I want to rub my stomach, because of the pain, but I feel my hands are stuck behind my back. In a panic way I wake up and look around. WHERE THE HELL AM I?! I cannot speak, there is duct tape on my mouth. The room I am in is dark. Behind me there is a light. I am in a basement. I see a stairs, some closets, working benches, a table in front of me with stuff laid out, cannot see what it is. And then I see him. My panic is to its maximum again. I am kidnapped. I look at him, filled with fear. I see him smile and he turns on a light. I can see the things on the table, which make me scare more.
Darryl walks towards me and when he stands in front of me, he looks patronizing at me. With one rip, he takes of the tape of my mouth. When it’s off I scream of the pain.
“You will be my sex slave Horan. You are going to get it. One wrong move and I will work the baseball bat and my fists up your face.” He is very threatening. What must I do? It is a wonder I still breath. Been knocked out already today. If it is still the same day.
Form the table Darryl takes the big bottle, it is like 5 liters, of water. He opens the bottle and he pours it all over me. I am soaking wet. From my head till my toes.
“You are clean now.” He says, when he puts back the bottle. He gets through his legs and starts putting out my shoes and socks. I am thinking of one thing that is going to happen. He will rape me. I burst into tears thinking of it. He tickles me under my feet and I clinch and have to laugh about it, because I definitely cannot handle that. I see the devilish smile on his face.
He moves up to my face and kisses my lips. He even bites them. I look at him with disgust, but he continues and even slips his tongue in my mouth. He roughly French kisses me, while my tears fill my face. He unbuttons my shirt. My body is all wet of the water and he throws back my shirt towards my hands which are still tied up and now extra heavy and tied by the wet shirt. Darryl now sits on my lap, with his hands all over my body. He squeezes my nipples and licks them. I swallow of disgust, but the feeling of pleasure is almost taking the upper hand. Then he starts massaging my crotch again. Within seconds I am hard. My boner almost breaks out of my pants. He smirks at me and licks my cheek. He goes on his knees in front of me and unbuttons my pants. Then the zipper and roughly he takes down my pants. All down to the part where I am tied. This time I once again wear a white boxer, just like when Darryl abused me in the shower. He looks at it and then smirks in my face.
He moans: “Hmm, déjà vu.” He massages my d*ck through my boxer. I have to moan as well, cause of the pleasure he is giving me. From the table he takes a knife and my eyes get wide of fear. He places it through the leg of my boxer on one side and cut my boxer open. He does the same at the other side. “You do not need that my love.” He whispers in my ear. It tinkles and makes me shiver. I hate Darryl through the bones. But beside the fact I am kidnapped, tied down, getting raped any minute, it does make me f*cking horny.
Before Darryl reveals my d*ck, he starts on himself. He takes of his shirt and my eyes are showing horny all the way, I love his body. Athletic trained, with a sixpack. He then kicks of his shoes and takes of his socks. He takes of his pants, but keeps his boxer on. I can see his big boner. He then roughly disposes me of my boxer. Thow what is left of it. I am literally stripped naked. I can see Darryl’s eyes glare. He is fond of what he sees. He gets on his knees and starts jerking me off. I cannot resist and I have to moan about it. He goes faster and starts massaging my balls. I close my eyes and in some weird way I hope to think someone else is playing with my balls. But then I feel the point of pleasure increase when I feel wet and warmth embrace my d*ck. I open my eyes and I see that Darryl is sucking me. He goes all the way and it feels so good. At a certain moment he stops and stands up. He looks evil at me and grabs my hair. He pulls me off the chair, of my knees in front of him. This is going to be the hard part. He drops his boxer and I shock a bit. His d*ck is enormous! With two big smacks, he hits me in the face with it. “Now suck me, my little bitch.” I swallow my fear away and just think about nothing. I clear my mind, to put my ego and get on with this. My hands are tied, so I cannot use them. I look up at Darryl, who is looking at me with his eyes filled of being horny. I slowly open my mouth and bring my face to his d*ck. I open up further and take his cock in my mouth. At first the feeling gives me disgust, but the size and off course Darryl is a big turn on, I start to enjoy his d*ck in his mouth. I slowly go forth and back on his d*ck. He roughly holds my hair and keeps pulling me further towards him. He wants me to go deep throat. I try to keep my balance on my knees and not fall to far forward. But then he pulls me all the way and steps forward. Without warning he pushes his big d*ck against my throat. My eyes widen out and I start making a choking sound. Slowly and moaning Darryl now starts fucking my face. Every time he thrusts his d*ck full into my mouth I make the same choking sound. I hear him moan heavily and he then puts his d*ck out my mouth. He taps my cheek with his hand twice and smiling at me: “Well done pooky.” I hate such a nickname. He hits his d*ck multiple times against my face. He pulls me up on my hair holds his hand on my chin. “You like it don’t you little fuck?” Slowly to keep good faith and not get punched again, I agree and slowly nod. He smiles and turns me around. “If you liked that, you will love the following.” He whispers in my ear. I can feel his big erection touch my bum. A tear falls down my cheek. All kind of things are flashing before my eyes. I am coming out to be gay very slow and expected to make something of that. My first kiss or first time sex with another boy was in my mind something very romantic and special. Now I am losing my first kiss and virginity to Darryl. Who is raping me right now. He pushes my head down, so I am bending forward. My head now lays on the chair. I hear Darryl ripping something open. The sound of a condom. Then he takes something else and it opens. At least that is the sound I am guessing. Then I feel a liquid between my bottom. It feels cold and my bum cheeks clinches for a sec. I can feel Darryl’s fingers push my cheeks open. His finger spreads the lube to my hole and he fingers me. I have to moan very shortly but when he adds a finger and speeds up, my moans get heavier. My whole body is filled with some wicked feeling, but in the end it feels amazing. When I was sucking Darryl’s d*ck, my boner was back to normal size, but feeling his finger finding my soft spot, he is growing again. Then his fingers get out and he smashes my ass cheeks on both sides. “Get ready Horan. I am going to pop your cherry.” I brace myself for the following to happen. My whole face is filled with tears. Why does he have to get me, why am I the victim of all this? I feel Darryl’s point between my cheeks, searching for the opening. His d*ck is slightly bigger than his two fingers, so to thrust in, he has to jiggle some. With one big thrust he comes into me. I scream as loud as I can, thow the pain in my ass is just as big as my stomach hurts of the scream and my whole body reacts on the thrust. He pushes on and his whole d*ck fills my ass. The pain in first is enormous and I scream that pain out again. I also lift my head from the chair cause of the pain. Darryl pushes my head back down and slowly shifts back. Then he is going back in. The pain is still there, but less. He slowly starts a rhythm. He pain turns into pleasure and my moaning is getting heavy. The feeling is awesome, but the pain of hurt is there too. Then he finds my soft part and I start moaning like a whale. He knows he found it and turns up the speed. Like a bunny he is riding my ass. He goes faster and faster and his body makes smashing punches on my behind and the sounds are there too. I feel my ass get raped with his d*ck. I feel his sweat drip on my back. He then gets out of me and I collapse on my knees. He gets in front of me and rips of his condom, throwing it at my chest and falls on the ground. He starts jerking off real fast and I can see his body tense up. He is nearly there. I swallow once more waiting for the shootout. He then starts to moan heavily. With a huge load he shoots his sperm to me. On my cheek, on my chest. I feel the warmth on my body and face. I cannot see it, cause I have closed my eyes. I feel his hand in my hair and when I open my eyes he thrusts his d*ck in my mouth. All deep throat again. He holds my hair firm and keeps me towards him. I make the choking sounds again, but he does not let go. He fucks my face once more and then he puts me back in deep throat. I feel weak. Slowly I see dark before my eyes. I cannot breath, I see the light… goodbye… and within seconds I am out. Totally blacked out.

Notes

Darryl's plan worked, Now Niall is out. Will he wake up?!