Alone but Not Alone...

The corridor was now as silent as the grave, which probably meant that it was early in the morning. Or late at night. Ty couldn't be sure as there were no windows he could see from his prison cell and the bright industrial lights were never shut off. In the first days of his imprisonment here, he had tried to keep track of the days gone by. But in the end, it was a hopeless and impossible task. Nowadays, it could have been weeks or months since he was brought down here. Down to this living hell.

A living hell, but not his alone. Through the bars he could see two other cells of a similar size as his own, although he suspected there were more cells down the line. Barely enough to move around in and with the three walls painted in provocative gay graffiti, these cells also contained a prisoner each. Boys his own age, both heavily bound and gagged at all times, just like he was. Looking to the cell on the left, his eyes met the exhausted stare of Emile, who was laying on his side with his arms firmly bound behind his back. Although they were never allowed or even able to speak due to them being gagged with thick leather muzzles, Ty knew that the boy's name was Emile Lambert due to the small plaque their captors had placed on the steel bars of his cell.

Most of it was unreadable for Ty as the writing was in Japanese, but the boy's name and age, displayed just above the million yen asking price, were in the western style. He suspected that the little French flag in the top right corner explained where the boy was from and a small photograph showed a beaming boy, his arms around the shoulders of an equally beautiful girl on a busy street in Tokyo, heavy backpacks slung over their shoulders. Ty recognized the street, for it was the same where he had allowed a street photographer to take his picture for free. The same day as his abduction had taken place.

The cell on the right was a different scene altogether. The plaque on the bars read that its occupant was called Thomas Cooper, who was from England. The picture showed him, dressed smartly in a Japanese school uniform, with a shy smile on his lips. Looking at him now, Ty saw a nearly naked figure, its arms and legs heavily bound and the same type of chastity belt as the one that was locked around Ty's privates. Instead of a muzzle gag however, Thomas' head was encased in a thick leather hood, with only two small holes underneath his nose and a metal port sticking out where his mouth was. Ty had never seen Thomas' real face, as the hood was already locked in place when ty had been brought down there and since then, it had not been removed. Not once.

Suddenly, a loud clanking noise and the loud voices speaking in Japanese told Ty that his captors had returned. The boy hurriedly got onto his knees and bowed so deeply, his forehead was touching the floor and the top of his head against the bars of his cell. He thought of the first days of his kidnap, where he would take this opportunity to scream and shout and later plead and beg. But anything other that assuming the correct position had resulted in swift and brutal punishment.

Heavy boots entered Ty's limited field of vision and stopped in front of him. He felt rough hands grabbing the head harness and loosening the straps that held the muzzle in place. The attached penis gag slid smoothly from the large ring gag that stayed behind when the muzzle was removed. A large bowl with unidentifiable mush was pushed underneath the bars and the boy immediately buried his head in it. As they were only fed once a day, Ty would wolf down the bland tasting mush, although it was never enough to still his aching stomach. When he had licked the surface of the bowl completely clean, his head was yanked up by his hair. He looked up at the grinning man who was now towering above him, before he pushed Ty's held open mouth over his rock hard cock. Ty's nose was pushed into the man's pubes and their foul odor assaulted his smell. Instinctively, Ty tried to move his head back, but the man held him firmly in place and emptied his bladder down the boy's throat. When he was done, he allowed Ty to slide off his cock and the boy heaved heavily, trying to recover from this daily humiliation and suppressing his tears at the same time. The man said something and spat at the shivering boy, before moving on to the next cell.

After the feeding ritual was over, their captors moved from cell to cell and opened the doors. This was the closest the boys would be to getting out of their cells, but their bound limbs, combined with the chain leash that kept their collars connected to the back wall, were sufficient in preventing any escape attempt. Ty sat motionless on his folded legs, looking straight ahead but not seeing anything. He tried desperately to escape deep within himself so as not to experience what he knew was coming. Some days it would work, but most days he didn't manage to ignore the people, slowly moving down the corridor. Some were men, some were women. Some were thin, some were fat. Some were pretty and some were hideous. But all had the same expression of lust and sadistic pleasure on their faces as they looked at him.

Often, one or two would enter his cell and Ty would brace himself mentally and physically for what was to come. If he was lucky, he would only be fondled, his nipples tweaked, his plugged ass spanked or his hairless body slapped. But more often than not, they would use his mouth for their own pleasure. Cock after cock were plunged deep down his throat and as the hours passed by, his tongue would grow tired of all the pussy he was forced to lick. But no matter how tired he was, there was always another pervert that wanted their needs to be taken care off.

Sometimes, Ty would catch a glimpse of the other boys and he had noticed that Emile attracted the attention of mostly women, though some men would sample his throat as well. As Ty was mostly being abused by men, he felt a twisted sense of jealousy to the boy opposite of him. At least Emile's sexual preferences were being met more or less, whilst as he could not think of himself as straight anymore. What would his girlfriend say if she could see him, he thought bitterly as another cock was pushed passed the ring gag and into his mouth. But where he and Emile were used and abused by dozens of people, Thomas was not approached at all. In fact, the boy's cell was not even opened for people to try him out. Thomas just sat silently on his folded legs, hooded head slightly bowed, but not moving at all as yet another fat man emptied his balls down Ty's throat.

When the last person left his cell and silence returned to the corridor once more, Ty slumped over onto his side. He was exhausted after the day's ordeal, his stomach felt horribly bloated by the amount of cum he had been forced to swallow and his face was a mess of drool, snot, cum and tears. One of his captors entered his cell and after feeding the boy a bottle of water, used a rag to clean up most of the debris, before the dildo of the muzzle gag was pushed passed his ring gag and the straps were pulled tight around his head. He then allowed Ty to empty his bladder into the empty bottle and his bowels in a plastic bag. Ty's head blushed brightly as the man inserted the plug back in place, before pulling the chastity belt's straps between the boy's legs and locking the plug in place. He then left the cell, locked the door behind him and attended to Emile in a similar matter.

Ty's dreams would offer a brief escape from his miserable existence, for they would often feature some of the happiest moments of his young life. Birthdays, family holidays, spending time with friends and girlfriend or his graduation were a regular theme. Even his backpacking holiday in Asia before he was captured would feature frequently. But whenever his light slumber would be disturbed, be it a noise from one of the other cells or an ache in his bound limbs, every time he would feel a heavy wave of despair as he realized that his free life was now only a dream. A fleeting memory crushed by the harsh reality of his miserable life.

Ty finished his bowl of muck and licked the surface as cleanly as he could. He was waiting for his captor to pull his head up, but the hand did not come. Very carefully, he looked up and saw that his captors were bowing deeply and respectfully towards a smartly dressed man. He was of medium height, with his greying hair slicked back and a small pencil moustache above his lips. Glimpsing his captors' faces, Ty saw discomfort, nay fear in their eyes. The man said something and one of them rushed to open Thomas' door. The man stepped through and placed his hand on the hooded boy's head. Stroking softly, he said nothing for a while, before reaching inside his jacket and pulling out a neat stack of paper money, handing it to the captors. But as he did, his eyes met Ty's. Immediately, the boy felt his insides freeze and a lead weight of dread fell down into his stomach. He felt so scared of this unassuming man, who had just bought another human being as if he was buying a new car. He quickly pushed his head down to the floor and trembled slightly as he saw a pair of smart shoes step in front of him. His head was pulled up slowly, almost gently by a hand underneath his chin and he was forced to greet the terrifying gaze of the man.

'American.' the man said without breaking eye contact and he smiled, although it bore no warmth or friendliness. Without breaking eye contact, the man spoke softly in an authoritative voice and one of the captors quickly opened Ty's cell. As the man reached inside his jacket and pulled out another stack of cash, Ty's captor pulled a thick blindfold over the boy's eyes, plunging him into darkness. A pair of ear plugs were pushed deep into Ty's ears, transforming most sounds into a heavily muffled drumming. A thick rubber hood was then pulled over his head. A pair of long rubber tubes snaked up Ty's nostrils and deep into his skull, allowing the boy to breathe uninterrupted and a larger hole in the hood kept his ring gagged mouth visible. Apart from that, Ty's entire head was wrapped inside its padded embrace, depriving the boy from any light or sound to reach him.

But even this wasn't enough and his captor brought over a heavily padded leather hood, the same that was laced and locked around Thomas' head. The nostril tubes were connected to their corresponding holes and the attached rubber mass inside the leather hood was pushed through the ring gag into Ty's mouth. As the captor began lacing up the back of the hood, the man attached a squeeze pump to a small metal port, protruding from the mouth part of the hood. Inside the hood, Ty screamed as he felt the bladder spring to life, slowly filling with air as every part of his mouth was crammed with rubber. Yet the man didn't stop. He kept squeezing and only when there were pitifully soft sounds coming from the bound boy stretched throat, did the man disconnect the bulb. The captors unlocked the chains from the cell walls and handed them to the man. And with a small tug on the leashes, he pulled the restrained boys after him, along the corridor and through the door at the end.