This is a dark story involving adults forced into non-consensual sexual activities involving incest, mental abuse, death threats and dehumanization. No traditional sex yet. Proceed with caution.
It all started the day we were kidnapped. Me and my little brother were a bit drunk after a party, but in great moods. We decided to leave together a bit earlier, as we had to get our apartment ready to host our dad's birthday the next day.
In the middle of excited conversation about it, we carelessly jumped into an Uber car. The moment I noticed that our driver just pulled on a mask on his head I panicked and screamed "run!" to my brother, while opening the door on my side.
But when I looked over my shoulder, my brother was still stuck in and the driver was pointing a gun at him.
"Come back or you will never see your little brother again," he threatened me, from behind of his scary mask. The meaning of his message was enhanced by the sound of his engine being on, ready to speed away any second. "Last chance," he warned me.
I couldn't leave my brother in this alone. I slowly entered the vehicle and closed the door behind me. I looked at my brother and realized that both of us were equally terrified. Something clicked in the doors I just closed and now we were trapped.
"I'm going to warn you two now," our kidnapper said in a calm voice. He sounded gentle, but in a manly way. "If one of you tries to do something heroic, I won't shoot the fool who comes with this idea, but his brother. And if his brother survives the shot, I will torture him and make the brave hero watch it."
I gulped. I couldn't believe it was really happening.
"What do you want from us?" I asked, terrified.
"You will soon find out. I urge you to be reasonable. If you oblige, you won't be harmed and you won't feel any pain. That's a promise."
We looked at each other with my brother again, scared shitless, but convinced to not try anything foolish. If back then I knew what I know why, I would throw myself at that man right now, without thinking. Despite his threats, despite the consequences. Dying fast with hope for freedom in mind would be far better than what he did to us.
"Drink this," the stranger ordered, after throwing a bottle of water at us. He readied his gun, as if he was ready to fire if we say no. "Each of you a half of it."
I took the responsibility of trying it first. It tasted sour when compared to regular water. I emptied the half of it, listening to the plastic crackling in my tensed up hand. Then I passed the bottle to my brother, somewhat hesitant, but I lacked any alternative. The masked man was watching us, patiently.
"What's your plan?" I asked the kidnapper again, feeling tears in my eyes. "What are you going to do to us?"
He didn't answer. I started feeling dizzy, my thoughts became heavy. It took so much effort to keep my head straight that I just allowed it to rest on the headrest. I turned to look at my brother, but he was sleeping already. In similar position. The moment I realized I can't move my arms or legs anymore, I've heard that the car has finally started moving...
*
I woke up in a dimly lit, small room, feeling awful, as if I just slept 48 hours or so. The sense of panic quickly flooded my mind, once I realized that I'm not in my bed, brutally reminded that me and my brother got kidnapped.
I was lying on a simple mattress, placed on a tiled floor. Next to me, there was a dirty old toilet. The remaining "furniture" was a small table. I was pretty sure the conditions were worse than in a typical prison cell.
But awful interior design was the least of my problems. I curled up next to a cold wall, completely naked. Not only it brought an awful feeling of shame to the mixture with fear, but I struggled physically -- it was incredibly cold in here.
I couldn't ignore the fact that there was something weird placed on my dick. I touched it and tried to remove it, but it kept still. It was made partially out of silicone and metal, I think.
Lack of clothes and that weird object on my penis made this situation much clearer. It wasn't a kidnapping for ransom. We have been kidnapped by a pervert.
In poor lightning, which consisted of one small LED in an unusually high ceiling, I found something weird left on the table -- another weird, silicone thing, but this time girthy and curved. Almost like a blind person, I gently touched it, carefully examining every inch, trying to figure out what it was. I screamed in terror and threw it away, when it suddenly started vibrating.
The dim light high above my head disappeared and I was left alone in the darkness. But not for long. Someone opened the hidden door from the outside. I moved back, terrified, desperately trying to cover up my nudity.
A tall man in a fancy suit was standing in the door. This time he wore a different mask, one that covered only his eyes. With new data, I was able to place him around the age of 30. He had a scruffy face, shaped in a pretty handsome manner. He seemed rather slim, but leaning towards athletic build.
"I'm leaving you these handcuffs," he informed in a calm, manly voice. Something landed next to me, on the mattress. "Later, before going out to the shower, I expect you to put the handcuffs on, behind your back, presenting it to the camera in the corner." He pointed upwards.
"Where's my brother?" I asked, shaking from fear. I still couldn't believe it was happening.
"Your brother is safe and comfortable. He woke up an hour ago. I fed him, told him you're fine and then he went back to sleep." I couldn't believe how gentle and caring he sounded, despite the fucked up situation he got us into. "Are you hungry?"
"No, I want you to let us go," I barked.
"That won't happen. But I will offer you the same thing I have already offered to your brother: I will let you go, if you agree to leave him behind."
I frowned in shock and indignation.
"Fuck you!" I yelled. "Let us go!"
"Your little brother told me the same thing." That made me feel so bad. We used to fight so much and yet here we were. My brave bro refused to leave me up in this fucked up, dangerous situation. "What do you prefer to eat? A soup or a burger?"
In fear of my life, hunger was the last thing on my mind. But now that he somewhat calmed me down, I felt the annoying emptiness in my belly.
"I want to leave with my brother," I insisted in rebellious tone.
For a moment, I thought he was about to hit me. I couldn't see his eyes, but the way he stared at me silently made me feel anxious. But then, he simply left, closed the doors and then came back with a bowl of warm soup and a tall glass of water. The soup smelled so good, I felt betrayed by myself, being able to crave it in this fucked up situation.
He placed food and water on the table, but didn't leave. In confusion, I watched him unzip his fly. To my shock, he pulled out his long, flaccid penis...
"What are you doing?" I asked in shock and fear that I'm about to get raped.
He didn't answer. He just kept staring at me and started jerking off. His schlong became erect really fast. I watched him pumping it, faster each second and I felt incredibly uncomfortable. After a minute or two he spent on beating his cock, he grabbed the bowl, grunted... and shoot his creamy load straight into the soup. I watched with clear disgust how his throbbing dick pushed out four very generous loads of thick white spunk through his pee hole.
"You really think I'm going to eat that?" I barked.
He released a longer, exhausted breath and placed the bowl back on the table. A long drop of dense precum escaped his still stiff cock, slowly reaching the floor.
"And why not? Your little brother refused at first, too, but then the hunger changed his mind," he informed me, indifferently.
That filled my mind with pure rage. For a moment I stopped caring about being naked and slowly stood up, clenching my fists.
"You made him eat that?! You fucking pervert!"
I didn't attack him, because his body language reassured me that he wasn't scared of me at all. And I was hardly a street fighter, so it wasn't a surprise.
"I didn't force him to do anything. You two have been sleeping for over eighteen hours. He simply got hungry, so he ate it. It's not really a big deal. My semen is poisonous. On the contrary, I'm sure it improved the flavor of the dish, as he licked the bowl clean." I felt sick imagining my poor little brother in this situation.
It clearly wasn't over. Now he picked up the glass of water and guided it down to his dick again. In the meantime, it became flaccid. I watched with clear disgust how he dips both his dick and long, hairy balls in the water, making some of it spill to the floor. Then he placed the glass back on the table and looked at me.
"You will either drink this, or the toilet water," he said firmly. He moved towards the toilet, aimed his flaccid dick and started pissing. I've heard a loud noise of water splashing. "Either way, you will have a taste of me," he said after he shook the remaining drops of piss into the toilet. Then he pulled his dick back and zipped the fly.
Without any further words, he left me there alone.
*
My stomach growled again, in a sad sound of pride. I managed to survive the overwhelming, alluring smell of the soup, and as it went cold, it stopped bothering me and questioning my will.
Now I was able to bother myself with all the fears and depressing things. My dad freaking out about our whereabouts on his birthday and the thought of this kidnapper stripping us up and touching our dicks in order to place these odd contraptions on. I realized I wanted nothing but to see my brother now.
I stood up to take a look at the doors. They've had no handle on my side and I couldn't see much in this lightning anyway. Somehow, only now I noticed that there was a piece of paper on the table, next to that weird, vibrating thing that scared me. "If you're bored, push it in your ass," I read. I doubt I will ever be that fucking bored.
And then my eyes looked at the infamous soup... There was not much of it, but it had lots of vegetables and such. I grabbed a spoon and checked with it what the damage was. I've noticed that his jelly cum landed in three separate splashes, but all of them rather contained. I took a little bit of food that was away from the sperm and quickly placed it in my mouth.
Oh, it was delicious. Hunger had that magical ability to make even a cold soup taste great. I quickly filled my belly with three another spoons. But that's when the cum free food ended.
I hesitantly grabbed a bit more, that was certainly close to the semen, but not there yet. God, I was so hungry... And it was so difficult to just stop...
