The Unwilling Willing: Closed Thread

[The_gladiator]

The Unwilling willing

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This thread may contain darker themes, however, all characters consenting and otherwise are all of age 18 or older.

IC

“Smith is too close to us. He can’t learn what we know, what we’re hiding. That’s what the kid’s for.” The portly leader explained to the woman before him. He was merely known as Watson, and was in charge of the crew in the warehouse. No one really knew if Watson was just the one in charge of giving the guards their orders, or if he actually was the client to hired them. No one knew much about him.
He looked up from his desk again, “Far as I know, Smith hasn’t told his kid what he does for a living. I like the irony, he is to suffer for the sins of his father.” He smirked, “Smith should have stopped poking around. I’m pretty sure he won’t come, he doesn’t believe we have the kid. You have my permission to rough the boy up a little, just make sure you tape it… I want to watch and, show his father.” He said his smirk growing only able to imagine what she had in mind for the boy. “No permanent marks,” he added just before he turned back to his computer.


Peter lay on the cool surface of the bed’s thin mattress. He lay with his hands tied securely above his head. He was glad they were no longer tied behind his back but this wasn’t really an improvement. The young, skinny 18-year-old felt exposed in this position, humiliated. Which was probably the purpose of his being there like that. His medium length dark hair hung in his face meaning he looked out on the rooms brightness with his green eyes, through a vale of his hair.
He had no idea where he was or what they wanted with him. He had heard from the two who had brought him in that he was a hostage. He was told that his father had pissed off the wrong individual and he was leverage or something like that. His head hadn’t been real clear at that time, they’d drugged him with something at first, but now he was clearheaded and helpless, alone in this white and sterile room, almost like a doctor’s office so plane was everything.
Of the two who had thrown him in here, the man was typical muscle, quiet and mean looking. Somehow the woman seemed scarier. Perhaps because of the things she’d said to him. She had leaned close and told him that his mommy wasn’t here to save him, and she would be back, and planned to enjoy herself with him. Among other things. So he lay waiting not sure what they planned, wishing someone would come rescue him.

[Kaena]

Layla watched the boy from the observation window above the bed. To him the window would just look like a mirror, but from behind it, she could watch every move he made. It was also a good way to hide the camera that would tape everything that happened in the room below. Taping her long, perfectly manicured nails on the window ledge, she watched as he struggled against his bonds before turning to speak with Watson who sat behind his computer.

"Is the camera up and ready?" she asked, walking across to his desk which was strewn with electronic gadgets and a couple of guns.

"See for yourself," Watson replied, turning to computer screen towards her. In the corner of the screen was a small video window, with the word recording flashing along the bottom. Though video was small, Layla could see a clear picture of the boy stretched out on the bed, a frightened look in his eye.

"Any word from Smith yet?" she asked as Watson turned the monitor back around so he could return to what he was doing. Watson just shook his head, engrossed once again in his work. "Well perhaps we should give daddy dearest a taste of what we will do to his son if he doesn't show up soon. I think it is time for Peter and I to get to know each other."

Flashing Watson a sadistic grin, she opened the door between the two rooms and walked slowly across the room towards the bed. Her heels clicked loudly on the tile floor, her long auburn hair swishing against her ass as she walked. Her firm, toned body looked like it had been poured into the tight leather halter top and pants that she wore, the black material hugging her curves nicely. Her posture spoke of a woman who knew she was beautiful and knew how to use it to her advantage.

"You looked so lonely here, I thought I would come and keep you company," she mocked Peter, her hand running lightly along his leg. "Since your father doesn't seem to believe that we have you, a think a video of you and me getting to know each other a little better might convince him, don't you?"

Moving to the end of the bed, she grabbed his hair, facing his head towards the mirror which hid the camera. "Say hello to your son Smith," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Enjoy the show."

[The_gladiator]

Peter looked up surprised as she entered the room and looked away. He wished her partner, colins, Mr. Dumb muscle had come instead of her, she had to be more dangerous. His father had tought him to go with his instincts, and this time they were screaming that she was dangerous. As she grabbed him and twisted his neck to look at the mirror he started to panic a little. "Please father stay away." he said trying to sound confident, "They'll just hurt you too." he had no idea what was in store for him.
If he had had a clue, he might not have been so confident. It was obvious that his bluster was to try to control the fear which was written all over his face and body, the way he kept straining at his bonds every once in a while, wanting to be in a less exposed position.

Watson watched the video camera absently as he worked, eager to see what exactly she had planned for the boy. As Collins entered the room to take up a guard post at the door, he hit a button turning on another screen with the view of the room, "Should be fun to watch." he told the big guy who smiled.
"Wish you'd just let me beat the kid." Collins rumbled.
"No no my man, this will be so much more entertaining, I'd much rather make him squirm." he said, to which Collins reluctantly nodded his agreement.

[Kaena]

"Father stay away, they'll hurt you too," Layle mocked, her voice showing her amusement at Peters attempt at bravado. "Such bravery, though I know deep down inside you are a frightened little boy hoping your daddy will come and rescue you." Laughing, she let go of his hair and watched as he attempted to break free of his bonds.

Standing where he could see her, she blatantly moved her eyes up and down his body, her tongue trailing along her lips. "I'm sure I could have some fun with you," she said, walking her fingers up his chest, her eyes staring intently into his. "Though I doubt you have ever been with a woman before have you boy. All the boys your age must laugh at you when they find out that you are too much of a pussy to get a girl. Or is it you couldn't get it up for your girlfriend and she dumped your sorry ass. Maybe that is why your father hasn't come to rescue you yet. He is relieved to get rid of his pansy ass son."

Laughing evily, she started to undo the buttons of his shirt, pulling the material aside to run her nails down his bare stomach. Looking up at the mirror she flashed a devious smile for the camera as she pinched his nipple between her fingers. "I'm going to have some fun with your son Smith, maybe make him into a man." Laughing again, she leaned over and ran her tongue along his neck before pulling back to give Peter time to react for the camera.

[The_gladiator]

Watson snorted, "The little boy is already begging, "This could either be fun, or boring." he muttered. "I think she actually is the first one to touch this one..."

"I liked when she asked the one if his mommy had ever touched him like that." Collins grunted.
"Of course you would, you're just sick." Watson said. Which was a rather commical comment considering watson's own disposition.

"No... I am a virgin." Peter said finally, his voice softer more timid, "No one has ever touched me." he said not wanting to admit it to this woman, but knowing that he would be hurt or worse if he did not answer her questions and taunts. He found himself shivering and squirming just a little at her touches, in his pants, his small cock was stirring. He looked much more frightened than before, "Please, what are you doing? Don't hurt me." he begged.

[Kaena]

Layla smirked as Peter revealed his virginity and his lack of experience. He was the first virgin that they had taken, most of the other young men at least having experienced some sort of intimacy. She was going to enjoy taking that from him, spoiling him so to speak.

"You may be a virgin but I am sure you watched your fair share of porn," she said, her voice showing her amusement, her hand moving between his legs. "You know full well what I am doing and from the feel of things you like it. Hey boys, looks like we have a dirty boy here."

"I am going to do things to you that I know you have never done before," she said, her hands slowly undoing the button on his pants. "I will hurt you, I can guarantee that and you will beg me for more before I am through."

[The_gladiator]

"I haven't watched porn." he said blushing, his father and step mother were strict. He was lucky he knew what sex was. "Please don't hurt me." he said softly his voice small and scared as his body reacted to her touch, his small cock hardening under her palm. His eyes watched what she was doing, watching the beginnings of his protection being removed as the button slid open with a sense of finality. "Please I don't want this." he said softly, even though his body was reacting to her touch, to the fear and anticipation.

in the other room the two watched, Watson returned his gaze to his work. Now to make plans if Smith never showed up to get his son. It was obvious Layla was having fun, and would occupy the boy for a while yet... He did not want to kill the boy, what use was a dead hostage.

[Kaena]

"Considering who your father is, I doubt that you are as innocent as you pretend to be," Layla said, slowly lowering the zipper on his pants. Looking up at the nervous look on his face she paused, an amused smile appearing on her lips.

"You're telling the truth," she said more as a statement than a question. "I would never thought Smith would be able to keep his only son so sheltered, but you really are innocent." A devious grin replaced her amused one as she slid her hand up his shirt.

"This is so much better than I thought," she said, sliding her nails along his stomach. "I have always wanted to spoil the virtue of someone so innocent and untouched." Laughing, she slid her hand into his pants and grasped his already hardening cock, stroking it slowly as she looked into his eyes, watching his reaction to her touch.

[The_gladiator]

he squirmed at her touch, but his cock twitched and throbbed in her grip. it was just this side of small, barely longer than her fist, but very hard already. He caught his breath with a small gasp. "Please don't." he said, "Its wrong, you'll hurt me." he said softly his eyelids fluttering closed as the sensations swept over him. His hands tightened into fists where they were secured to the headboard. He was powerless to stop her, and he knew it. He refused to meet her gaze. He wasn't sure what she'd planned to do. He had often heard of sex, and people touching each other, but he had no real concept of why. He was one of the few teenagers that when forbidden to masterbate, hadn't. His body was enjoying her touch, and that scared him.

[Kaena]

Layla laughed as she felt Peter squirming at her touch and his cock grew hard in her hand. She could tell by the way his body was reacting to her touch that he was telling the truth about never having experienced any sort of sex before, even by his own hand. The thought of taking away that innocence excited her and she could feel her pussy growing wet beneath her clothes.

"The only thing wrong with what I am going to do with you is that you are not giving yourself to me willingly," she said, her voice showing her amusement at his words. She paused for moment, taking the time to tease his cock more under his pants. "I am going to do things to you that you never experienced before and yes, though some of it may hurt, but I know in the end you will be begging for more."

Grabbing the waist of his pants, she gave a quick tug, removing his pants and underwear with one pull, bringing them down to his knees. "What a pathetic little cock," she mocked him as she resumed stroking his cock. "No wonder you've never had sex. If any girl were to see your tiny cock they would be laughing to hard to enjoy the sex."

Tugging on his cock a little harder, she leaned down and ran her tongue over the tip, tasting the precum that was starting to form on the head. "Beg me all you want boy, but, I am going to use your cock for my own pleasure and there is nothing you can do about it."

[The_gladiator]

he found himself squirming more at her touch. as good as it had felt when she'd stuck her hand into his pants, having the restricting material gone and her hand on him, felt so much better. He didn't want it to feel good, this was so wrong. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. Some of the pleasure receeded as she insulted him, mocking his size, causing his cheeks to flame. "My doctor says I'm a late bloomer." he mumbled, trying to defend his size. "He says it should get bigger."
he couldn't help but jump when she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, licking off the clear substance, that he didn't even know his body could produce. He clenched his fists as she did this, nothing had ever felt like this before. a single tear escaped his closed eyes, he was torn, his mind wanted to hate this, his body was loving it, and he felt so conflicted.