Chapter 2

Day 2

0500 Hours

Kal jolted awake to the sound of chains. First thing he realised, was that his blindfolds were off, and daylight was already seeping through the curtains. Second thing he noticed was that he was completely naked. He gasped and tried to cover himself, but failed. His hands were handcuffed and linked to a chain. Following the chain was a short ways up to the ceiling. Kal looked around, and saw he was in a bedroom. It looked highly modern. The kidnapper saw him wake up, and flashed a creepy smile. Kal scrambled back as far as his chains would let him.

His kidnapper laughed at him. Laughed like an audience would seeing a clown hurt himself. Kal felt like he was on a display case. "You pretty little kitten." His kidnapper walked up to him, smiling. Smirking. Probably debating on how to hide the body when he was through. Kal attempted to shield himself and his crotch away from his kidnapper.

The closer his kidnapper got, the more embarrassed and warm Kal got. He didn't like this one bit. He didn't like being exposed, he didn't like the closeness of a stranger. He didn't like being restricted. Kal looked away, but his kidnapper would allow that. His face was grabbed and forced to look at the other. The man only said a few words, but the words left a strong repelling feeling.

"You. Are. Mine. Now." Kal yanked free of his kidnapper's grip and forced himself to look away. "You will not leave here unless I say so. You will not eat until I say so. And you will stay bare naked until I feel disgusted with you." With that, he left.

1100 Hours.

Kal had been trying to break free multiple times, failing each and every attempt. His wrists were red, chaffing, and in pain when his kidnapper came in, only wearing underwear. And even that was coming off. Kal scooted into the corner, afraid of what was coming next, even though he knew. It was completely obvious that his kidnapper wanted to rape him. That was his goal from the very beginning. When the underwear came off, Kal stared in horror. What he saw was rock hard. His kidnapper came rushing forward, and turned him around. "Call me Aaron."

Noon.

Aaron lay on his bed, looking content and comfy as ever. Kal stared at the ground in horror and disgust. His first feeling was ashamed. Betrayed by his own cock. He didn't know what to think or how to respond. He was just raped, by some random guy. He could feel the mess oozing out of his asshole and on to the wooden floors. When Kal thought about what happened, he felt a wad of cotton in his throat, and could feel the tears coming up and through his eyes. He never had even thought about a guy like that, and now he was just raped by one. He couldn't do anything to defend himself. He hated everything in this house. He hated the floors, the chains, and his kidnapper. He hated himself. What kind of man can't even protect himself against things like this? No man, that's who.

Kal heard the mattress creak and frantically looked up. His kidnapper was coming towards him. He whimpered, paralysed with fear. Instead of raping him again, he wiped a tear away, smiled, and left. Kal didn't even realise he was crying. Not wanting his kidnapper to see more tears, Kal quickly wiped his wet, messy face all over his arms.

A short while later, Kal saw Aaron come back, and he was holding a PB&J sandwich, which his kidnapper then set it on the floor in front of him. Kal jerked forward, but the short chains wouldn't allow it. Pain shot up his arm, and he nearly screamed when it got to his wrists.

Aaron snickered, only to get a glare shot his way. "Well, if you stop trying to take off the handcuffs, it wouldn't hurt so much now would it?" Aaron smirked. Kal stop, thinking it over. Deciding he would rather have food in his stomach, he huffed once and continue to pull. "I don't know why you're trying so hard, it's really useless,"

Aaron laughed again, seeing Kal repeatedly fail. After many minutes of fumbling, pulling and yanking at the cuffs, Kal finally gave up. Aaron shrugged and proceeded to eat the PB&J sandwich. "I want out. I need to pee. And I'm thirsty. Am I allowed to drink anything, since I can't eat?" Kal looked at Aaron frown. He watched the other walk over to his dresser and pull out the keys. So that's where he left it. Pretty stupid, considering how close it was. Kal was unlocked and they both saw how red the boy's hands' were, and the cuts Kal had made from the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists, as Aaron placed his hands around the back of his neck, and walked him to the bathroom.

Even though the door was closed, Kal could still sense Aaron's presence just outside the door. He sighed, washing his hands. "Hey," Kal hesitated slightly. "Can I take a shower too?" He asked. There was a silence. A long one, and he became even more nervous. Fearing he had angered his kidnapper, and not wanting to be raped again as punishment or whatever, Kal went to open the door.

"Fine," He heard the other say before he could actually open it. Kal let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He didn't realise how much he cared. Then again, he needed to care if he wanted to survive. Kal was halfway through his shower when the door opened. He jumped, letting out a startled scream and immediately turned away. He hear a familiar voice chuckle. It was only Aaron. Peeking through the shower curtain, Kal saw Aaron put down a towel and some clothes on the side of the sink, and closed the door once again.

Once again, Kal felt his presence outside the door. He sighed. So much for his escape plan. Kal stared at the objects he was given. Clean clothes and a clean towel. Well, at least he won't be running around naked. Back in the shower, the hot water burned his wrists. He tried to avoid it, but ended up turning the water to cool.

After what seemed like forever, Kal finally emerged from the bathroom and a whole bunch of steam poured out. Aaron looked up from his book, glasses on. He looked quite intelligent, and almost normal if you didn't know he was a kidnapper. Almost...attractive. "What?" Kal jumped and looked away. He didn't realise he was staring.

"Oh, uh, nothing." Aaron sighed. He put the book on the floor, and grabbed the boy's wrist. Kal winced at the pain. "That hurts!" He yanked his hand away from the others' hands. Aaron turned around, looking upset and frustrated.

"It wouldn't hurt if you didn't try so hard," Aaron, not caring for his kidnapped person, grabbed the boy's wrists again and dragged him, hearing yet another angry "Ow." The man only chuckled, and led them both into the kitchen.

"Stay," he told Kal, and so he stood in the middle of the kitchen uncomfortably. He held his wrists, not wanting to make much contact on them. He could still feel the stinging, slowly sizzling away. Kal shut his eyes, hoping the pain could just go away by itself, but he could still feel it. When the boy opened his eyes again, he saw Aaron there hold a glass of water in front of him.

"So do want it or not?" he asked. Kal could only stare. So Aaron was going to let him drink. He didn't like plain water. Flavoured water was better.

"Alright then," Aaron said, walking back to the sink. Kal quickly reached out his hand for the glass and snatched it away from the other, gulping it down. It was a lot of water, and some failed to enter his mouth. Once done, Kal put it on the counter, breathing hard. The boy stared into Aaron's eyes, mesmerised. After a moment, Kal noticed Aaron was noticeably closer. Kal snapped out of it and pushed Aaron away. The boy was shocked at how strong he still was, given the circumstances.

Aaron took a giant step towards Kal, then slapped him. Harder than before. Immediately tears came to Kal's eyes and he didn't try to fight to keep them back. It stung, and burned. Kal let out a quiet sob, rushing to cover his cheek and sooth it. It hurt to even touch. Aaron grabbed the back of Kal's neck and dragged him inside the room. As soon as Kal noticed where he was going, he began trying to free himself. Pulling and scratching and his kidnapper, crying while doing so. He failed, and was tossed inside the cage. Kal tried to keep his hands away from Aaron, but the other was too fast and Kal was handcuffed to the chains again.

Kal pulled his knees close to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, curling into a ball. He heard the door silently close. Eventually, Kal wiped away his wet cheeks and looked up. He was taking slow breaths, staring at the closed door. Slowly, Kal dug his head back into his knees, falling asleep.

1400 Hours.

Aaron sighed, flipping through the news channels. So far, no reports of the missing boy. Aaron flipped off the television and opened his book. He hadn't heard a single peep from the other in a couple of hours. No screaming, no whining, no anything. He was beginning to bore Aaron. He had though Kal would have been a great Toy. Someone like him would be perfect to mess with. His screams are the best, especially when he was being raped. Soon, he would break him. Soon, Kal would be compliant. Soon, Kal would become boring. The feisty ones are the best, but it only happens in the beginning. Aaron had learned that the longer he keeps them, the more quiet they become. Fidgeting a bit, Aaron got up, and headed to where he put Kal. When he saw the boy curled up, he sighed a relief. The boy still hasn't escaped. A closer look, and the kidnapper realised that his toy was sleeping. Quietly, he closed the door again.

1900 Hours

Kal sniffed, and looked up. Uncurling himself, he tried to stretch, but was quickly reminded he had handcuffs on. Kal tried to the best of his ability to stretch, when his stomach rumbled. He tried to call out Aaron's name, but all that came out of his mouth were groans. An idea came to him. As loud and quick as his body would allow him, Kal yanked the chains back and forth, attempting to create as much noise as possible. Successfully the door opened, there his kidnapper was, staring the poor boy down. Just as quickly as Aaron came in, he left. Kal grumbled a bit before jangling the chains again. Half an hour later, Aaron came in with a burger.

Never in his life had the thought Kal would be eating a burger. Having never seen or tasted one before, the smell of a burger repulsed him. Kal was rich; He didn't need to eat burgers. His mother always told him that they were fatty, greasy foods, unhealthy for his cholesterol.

"Eat, unless you want to starve," Aaron said. Kal looked for a fork, but found none. Confused, he looked at Aaron. "With your hands, idiot."

Kal pushed the plate away, and Aaron slapped him upside the head again. "That hurts! Fine!" Kal gulped, then picked up the burger. Immediately some juice dripped down from it. Kal's face scrunched up in disgust. Though, from someone else's point of view, that was probably delicious. Kal knew his body was going to reject it, but food is food.

As soon as Kal took a bite, he spit it back out. "This is disgusting!" He shouted, pushing the plate a little too hard. The plate slid across the table, and fell off. Luckily Aaron's reaction skills were refined enough to catch it. Not wanting the burger to leave an after-taste, Kal gulped the water down, leaving nothing but a few drops. Aaron laughed and his toy's grimace.

"You just ate your first hamburger" Aaron put the plate back in front of Kal, only to see it be pushed away again.

"I know it was a hamburger, but what is it made out of?" Kal was absolutely horrified by that thing he just ate.

"Cow," Was all he said. Kal's eyes widened and he made a gagging sound. He immediately began repeating the word "ew" for some time. Aaron grew bored and sat down on the chair next to the boy, waiting until he calmed. When he did, Aaron refilled the boy's glass, seeing it disappear again.

"Oh, my cooking can't be that bad," Aaron said, smirking a little. Kal looked at him, and shook his head.

"No! It's not your cooking! It's just... I hate cow," Kal wiped his mouth, finally calmed.

Kal looked up slightly to see Aaron's face staring at him. "Um... Can I have more water?" He asked. Aaron sighed, getting up and filling the others' glass. Kal had decided to fill on water, since it seemed as if he wasn't going to be eating anything any time soon.

Once he was filled, he looked at Aaron. He seemed to have gotten uncomfortably closer. Kal leaned back a bit. "What?" He asked. Aaron grasped the boy's collar of his shirt, gently pulling him closer. Kal opened his mouth to say something, but was silenced by Aaron's finger. Kal gulped, panic setting in.

He was pulled into a kiss. Kal struggled to get away from Aaron, but instead was scooped up and carried to the bedroom. Aaron's toy was thrown on the bed, and surprise, surprise, a pair of handcuffs were ready for him. Before his kidnapper could handcuff him, Kal rolled to the side and tried to make a run for it. He ran out the bedroom, and nearly slipped on the floors. It gave Aaron enough time to catch up. He made a jump towards Kal, but the boy was able to get out of the way. More slippery floors and Aaron slipped some more. Kal made it to the living room, running around the sofa and towards the front door. Then it all came crashing down when Aaron tackled him, five feet from the front door. Aaron grabbed Kal's waist struggling to pull him away, with Kal's hands slapping away Aaron. With a free hand, Aaron aimed straight for his pet's neck and slowly began to choke him. Immediately Kal gave up, and was hoisted up. Aaron walked him to a door Kal saw when he ran past. Opened up, was a staircase leading to a dark basement.

Kal's entire body refused to cooperate. Whether he wanted to move forward or run away, he couldn't. "Why are you trying to run? Do you need to be punished, my little kitten?" He heard Aaron whisper in his ear, with a small lick down his neck after. Kal shuddered, scared of what's to come next. A flash of all kinds of disgusting things passed through his mind. Kal was then yanked back to reality, and forced down the stairs.

Kal inhaled, and carefully stepped down the stairs, one by one. It was a good thing Aaron was behind him, or else he would have already ran and never come back. After what seemed like forever, they eventually reached the floor. It was like the North Pole had relocated to Aaron's basement. The only difference was that it reeked of mildew and Kal couldn't even see five feet in front of him. Kal breathed out a sigh of relief once he felt his feet hit the concrete floor, only to hear Aaron's chuckle in his ear. Instead of whatever horrible things Kal imagined, Aaron let go of his arm.

"Take off your clothing," Aaron said. Metal was then jingling in the distance. Kal hesitated, unsure of what to do. He could try escaping again, but his kidnapper was blocking the stairs. Kal looked around, only to be reminded of the darkness.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll do it myself," Kal could feel the anger radiating off his kidnapper. A hand grabbed the ends of his shirt, pulling it up slightly. Kal looked around, frantically trying to find his kidnapper. His eyes barely adjusted to the dark, and he was able to make out Aaron's figure.

Kal jumped back. "Fine! Just don't touch me!" Fingers slightly trembling, Kal pulled off his shirt. Before the shirt was able to hit the ground, it was snatched and was tossed further away from him. Kal then pulled down his pants, already slipping from a lack of belt. The boy held them out for Aaron to take them, which he did, and the pants landed somewhere where the shirt was. Kal could feel his kidnappers' eyes watching him. No matter how Kal moved or looked, he could feel the eyes. Kal's heart thumped louder as his hands rested on the elastic of his underwear.

"Everything," Kal was reminded.

Kal stood there, feeling the coldness of the basement. He heard the same metal jingling from before. Kal sucked in his bottom lip, hoping Aaron wasn't going to use whatever was making that sound. He must have gone into a daze, because the next thing he felt were cold hands sliding his underwear down his body. He jumped and was dragged to some part of the room. Kal's arms were then raised, and what felt like more handcuffs clicked around his wrist. The boy began panicking again. Kal looked up, eyes now fully adjusted to the dark. It was handcuffs, and they were chained to the wall, in an area half a foot above him. "What the hell is this?"

"Chains, handcuffs, things that won't make you move... Much," Kal heard his kidnapper say. He was more on the sadistic side than Kal originally thought.

"You're sick! In such a weird, sadistic, twisted way!" He spat out. A blindfold was tied around the boy's eyes. Kal didn't even dare think to ask about that one.

Aaron placed his hands over the boy's hands, and slowly trailed downwards. Down his arms, his stomach, his legs, then back up. Kal shivered at the soft touch. Aaron breathed out, taking it all in. "I will make you mine."