JD lugged the four plastic sacks of groceries up the stairs — between him and Buck, this load would only last them a few days, but then it would be his roommate's turn to go shopping. At least they were pretty good at splitting up the chores: each taking turns at what they didn't like, and dividing up the other jobs between them. JD's favorite thing was the vacuuming — the sound and vibration of the motor up the handle reminded him of his motorcycle. But, it was Buck's least favorite task; he said the high-pitched noise gave him a headache, so JD always had to run the machine when his roommate was out.He set one pair of bags down, and then jiggled the key in the lock before shouldering the door open. Picking up the groceries again, he stepped inside the apartment and called out, "Buck, you home?"
There was no answer. That meant it was his chance to vacuum; he'd begun to sneeze and cough, so he knew the place was over-due for a good cleaning. He quickly formed a plan: put away the cold stuff, and then leave the rest until the vacuuming was done.
He was just closing the freezer door when he heard a noise. Buck must be home after all, he thought; maybe he'd been in the bathroom or even sleeping. JD was disappointed that another day would go by without the vacuuming getting done. He dug through the remaining groceries and pulled out the box of antihistamines he'd bought. He didn't need a large dose, just enough to tied him over, to keep the sniffles at bay, so he popped only one of the purple tablets, chewing until the grape flavor filled his mouth. Then he grabbed a glass of water to rinse down the remaining grittiness.
He turned back to the groceries, double-checking the bags to make sure he hadn't missed anything that needed to go into the refrigerator or freezer. Just as he finished going through the last bag, a strong hand grabbed the back of his neck and shoved him facedown onto the counter.
He tried to twist away, but another hand grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm painfully behind his back. "Please, don't hurt me," he mumbled against the countertop. "My wallet's in my back left pocket. Take it."
The assailant removed his hand from the back of JD's neck, causing the kid to sigh in relief. But a moment later, his other wrist was grabbed and pulled behind his back. This man had no intention of robbing him. JD felt something around his wrists, and then heard the unmistakable razz of plastic as the cable tie tightened against his flesh.
Shit! Why now? Why today?
Buck!! JD wanted to scream, but a cloth was stuffed into his mouth as soon as he opened it. He tried to spit it out, but another piece of fabric came over it and was secured behind his head. He could still breathe, but his voice was too muffled to do him any good. His attacker was smart — if he'd used duct tape, JD would have eventually been able to work the sticky material loose with a persistent tongue.
JD took a calming breath through his nose and tried to think through the situation, tried to remember his self-defense training. But, his heart was pounding so hard and the edge of the countertop was pressing painfully into his stomach. He couldn't focus. Maybe Chris was right; maybe he did spend too much time at his computer. Maybe he'd take that refresher course after all. If only he'd taken it before this had happened....
Still, he remembered that his legs were unbound. He shifted his weight slightly, and then quickly hooked his left shoe around the leg of his attacker, trying to pull the man off balance. He felt the weight that had been pressing against him move and then disappear. It had worked. JD stood, and as soon as he turned his head, he noticed the front door was still open. He bolted for it, but was quickly tackled to the floor. He lay on the carpeting, the wind knocked from his body. His attacker stood and JD saw his boots as he walked toward the door, closing and then bolting and chaining it shut.
There would be no interference from outside; no unexpected interruptions. With that realization, JD's heart began pounding even harder.
He thought about trying to get up again, but he no longer had anywhere to run. He tested the restraint binding his wrists, but it was too tight; his fingers weren't numb, but he had no freedom in which to even try to wiggle his small hands free.
The man was next to him again — hands grabbing his shoulders, pulling him back to his feet. JD struggled against the man's grip as soon as he had his feet firmly planted. He wished he could think of a way out of this. What was there in the apartment that he could use as a weapon? ... There were guns, a baseball bat, tennis racks, the golf clubs Josiah had left, Buck's bowling ball, not to mention all of the pots and pans and knives in the kitchen. But none of them would do him any good with his hands tied behind his back.
The man was still behind him as they stood in the middle of the small room. JD tensed as soon as he felt hands on him again, this time on his hips, circling around. His belt buckle was undone, followed by the button and zipper holding his pants closed. Then the material was tugged down his legs to his ankles. He tried to step free of the pants, but he was still wearing his shoes and the cuffs were too narrow. Restricted by the denim, his legs were now useless to him as well.
He was thoroughly trapped. Helpless.
The kid felt cold fingers running down his sides, slipping beneath the elastic of his briefs, and then pushing them down his legs. He was bare-assed now, exposed to this man, for God knew what purpose.
He didn't have to wait long to find out. His captor pushed his shoulder hard; JD tripped on the pants around his ankles and pitched forward. His torso absorbed most of the impact as he landed hard onto the couch. He then felt hands on his ass, touching him, manhandling the flesh none too delicately. He'd have bruises from this experience, though he knew there wouldn't be any in normally visible locations.
JD felt fingers push between his cheeks. He breathed heavily through his nose, trying to stay calm. He knew what was about to happen; he couldn't lie to himself. He would just have to get through this. After it was over, he had no idea what he'd do — he couldn't even think past his present situation — but he was sure it would involve punishing the man who was doing this to him now.
He felt something slick being smeared between his cheeks — it caught him by surprise and he was no longer sure of what was to come next. He felt a finger push inside his hole, moving in and out and around. Then there were two fingers. JD continued to breathe steadily, repeating over and over in his head that he could take it. He could take whatever his attacker was going to do. No matter what, he could take it.
A third finger entered him, pushing forward, deeper, harder. It was starting to hurt, but JD quickly dismissed the thought. He wouldn't let it hurt. Nothing could hurt him. He was stronger than that; he'd show this man invading his ass! He wouldn't give in and he wouldn't cry out. He'd take it, silently, with all the dignity he could summon.
A fourth finger pressed into him and JD had to bite down on the cloth inside his mouth. Then he remembered to breathe. No matter what, he had to keep breathing — in, out, slow and steady. But the fingers were being shoved deep and JD began to worry that he wouldn't be able to take it — it hurt, bad, worse than anything he'd ever experienced, worse than a bullet wound, though he knew why. Nathan had told him: bullets ripped straight through the flesh, killing nerve endings in their path, leaving only those around the hole of the entry and exit wound exposed, but other types of injuries didn't damage the nerves, so they hurt worse and for much longer.
JD was suddenly brought back to himself as he felt the skin around his anus tear. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to cry, even as he felt the man's fist enter him. Breathe, breathe, breathe, he reminded himself. Breathe; just breathe.
He knew it couldn't last much longer, at least he hoped that it wouldn't. He felt the fist go deeper, felt the ring of muscle around his anus stretch to accommodate the man's arm. How far was he going to go? How deep was his assailant going to penetrate him?
He felt an odd tingling sensation in his groin then and knew the man had reached his prostate. He could feel his dick beginning to swell, stimulated by the invasion. It was then that the pushing stopped. JD felt his attacker begin to pull his arm back, again rubbing against his gland; his dick twitched again and nerves fired like sparks deep in his groin.
The man pushed deep again, as he grabbed JD's balls and began to knead and squeeze them. The mixture of pleasure and pain quickly had the kid's head spinning. Breathe, he told himself, but he didn't think his body was paying any attention anymore. He felt his knees widen slightly, allowing his assailant easier access. He felt a hand slide up his belly, under his shirt, until fingers reached one of his nipples. The flesh was pinched and rubbed until the bud grew hard, then the fingers moved across his chest, similarly assaulting his other nipple.
His whole body was beginning to ache. The tweaking of his nipples was sending shivers straight down his torso, concentrating in his groin. The fist deep inside of him continued to move back and forth past his prostate, sending tingles radiating across his hips and ass. His dick throbbed with each rapid beat of his heart, growing harder than JD could ever remember it being.
God, when would this end?! his mind screamed, but only the lowest of moans echoed from his throat.
Suddenly, the cool fingers were gone from his nipples and were now wrapped around his hot, aching dick. The man stroked him up and JD felt a great shudder run the length of his body. A quick downward stroke and he felt the tightening as his balls drew up close to his body. Up again and fluid jetted along his channel. Hot cum suddenly hit his stomach and chest. He cried out now, unable to stop himself, and it was loud, despite the gag still in his mouth. Shudder after shudder coursed through his body, weakening his knees, blurring his vision until everything became a snowy white.
He heard breathing first, loud like the sound of ocean waves crashing inside his ears, and eventually he realized he was the one making the noise. Then the darkness began to fade, being slowly replaced by ... what was that? It was dark brown and coarse, like the thickest piece of twine he'd ever seen. JD waited for the edge of his vision to return and as it did, the thick twine grew smaller and he noticed other colors beside it — dark orange, gold, green. He blinked, finally recognizing the heavy upholstery fabric of the couch in his apartment.He turned his head to look around and found Buck next to him, staring at him.
"You okay?"
JD wasn't sure, but he nodded anyway, only then realizing that his wrists were free again. He rubbed them and thankfully felt no cuts or abrasions. They'd probably be sore tomorrow, but no one would notice as long as he didn't say anything.
"Wha..." he began, but stopped with the need for uninterrupted breathing for a few moments longer. "What ... hap ... happened?"
"Think ya fainted. That musta been some orgasm," the man laughed.
JD smiled weakly, then he took a moment trying to remember. He'd come home with the groceries and ... and.... He'd been attacked! Grabbed from behind, bound, and ... taken ... by Buck. His roommate's idea of fun and games.
"Dammit, Buck! I wanted to vacuum today."
The End
March 2002Please do NOT repost this story anywhere, for any reason.Characters from "The Magnificent Seven," were used without permission and this story in no way signifies support of, or affiliation with, The Mirisch Group, MGM, Trilogy Entertainment, or CBS Worldwide, Inc. The M7-ATF universe was created by Mog, and extra thanks go to her for allowing other people to play within it. The story itself and any non-Magnificent Seven characters belong to the author. This story will not be sold for any reason.