Ransom

 

Ransom- Part 2

 

Ichigo took a moment to look around the room.  It was a little shabby and rundown but it was relatively clean.  There was a single window that was boarded up on the inside.  Only the dark shadows showing between the gaps let him know it was nighttime.  There were two doors, one which led to a bathroom and another which must lead out.  Clenching his fingers, Ichigo tried to ignore the fact that he wore nothing except his jeans which were currently bunched up around his knees.  He tested his new restraints but didn’t get any closer to escape than he had before.  But before he could examine them closely, the blue haired man was coming out again with a wet washcloth in his hand.  

Ichigo frowned and shifted uncomfortably where he lay.  To his surprise, his captor sat on the edge of the bed and cleaned him up from where he’d come clumsily inside his jeans earlier.  The heat on his face intensified and he felt incredibly embarrassed in a way he couldn’t explain.  He narrowed his eyes and glared at the other man as he tried to hide his discomfort.

“Don’t give me that look.  I take good care of my toys.”

“Nnph!”  Ichigo turned his head away and closed his eyes as he felt himself rising under the almost tender ministrations.  He wiggled his toes a little as he tried to focus on something else and control himself but he was getting hard again anyway.

“You’re such a soft touch, you know.  Never would have thought it.”

Ichigo tried to ignore him but couldn’t quite manage it.  He continued to glare and watched him out of the corner of his eye as the man started pulling things out of a bag that sat on the bed next to them.  He recognized the plugs and vibrators.  And there was a string of large, oblong beads, there glossy purple texture making things tingle in a surprisingly anticipatory way.  He had a stray thought that he didn’t have any of those himself but had always wanted to try them.  There was also an item that almost looked like a plug that had a buckle strap attached to it.  The last thing he pulled out were two thick rubbery looking rings.  They were blue of course.  His captor rolled them between his fingers as he gazed down at him again.  A small smirk pulled at his mouth, making him look like he was having some seriously evil thoughts.

“So the orange really is natural,” he said, his voice smug.

Ichigo clenched his teeth as yet another wave of embarrassed heat flushed his skin.

“Hmm.  I’m surprised you can still blush like that when your blood has obviously gathered somewhere else.”  The blue haired man laughed and ran a fingertip up the underside of Ichigo’s length and the redhead fought not to push himself up into the touch.  He inhaled sharply as one of the rings was stretched and slid over his cock and balls where it settled snuggly around the base where it met his body.  The other was placed around the top of his sac where it hung tight and heavy.  The thick ring pulled his testicles down a little and he huffed in irritation.  The pressure wasn’t painful but it was just this side of discomfort.  He’d never used a cock ring on his own because he was afraid that he’d never get it off again.  He could just imagine how mortifying that particular emergency room trip might be.

“There.  That’ll keep things going for a little longer than last time.”  The man grinned and it was an incredibly predatory expression.  

Ichigo tried to tell him to go to hell because he felt he should, but the words were garbled around the fabric in his mouth.  He still gave it his best shot.  It made the other man raise a brow as he give him another considering look.

“You’re awfully talkative all of a sudden.”  His lip twitched.  “Too much for now.”  He pulled out a roll of blue duct tape and spun it on his finger.  “You know, I never considered myself being into themes or anything,” he said almost conversationally.  “But I suppose this is my favorite color.”  He ripped off a couple of pieces and smoothed them over Ichigo’s mouth, right over the thick strip of fabric that was already between his teeth.   The man paused for a moment before adding a couple more pieces for good measure.  The sticky adhesive stuck firmly to Ichigo’s skin so he couldn’t even open his mouth anymore.  Where his speech was garbled before, now his words were reduced to soft, muffled moans.  He both loved and hated the sound as he tossed his head from side to side.

“Much better.  I like blue but I think orange might be coming in at a close second.”  The grin was back as the man tweaked Ichigo’s nipples.  The dusky buds had become nearly as stiff as his erection and he squirmed under the attention.  “Oooh, nicely sensitive there.  It’s not always a hotspot for guys.”  The man leaned down and took one into his mouth, the same one that he‘d bitten before.  He sucked and licked, occasionally nipping it with his teeth, all the while watching Ichigo’s reaction.  The redhead let out soft whine and as he started having an internal struggle with himself.  It felt incredible but it was just so wrong.  He shouldn’t like it.  But it was getting harder and harder to hold onto that thought as the other nipple received the same attention.  

His dick was like a rock where it rested on his belly, all that stimulation hardening it more than he thought was possible.  But it hadn’t really been touched yet and Ichigo almost found himself shifting his hips up to get some contact with something, anything.  There was another amused chuckle from his captor who seemed entertained by his struggle.  Then he started nipping and licking his way down Ichigo’s torso.  He’d shifted so he was kneeling on the bed next to him and it gave him full access to his mostly naked body.  He alternated the pressure of his kisses, sometimes hard enough that Ichigo almost thought it would bruise, and at other times soft in a way that literally made his muscles quiver.  Little waves of muscle spasms traveled down over his sides, making him grunt quietly every time.  

And then there was an almost tentative lick at the tip of his length.  Ichigo twitched and cried out in surprise.  He wasn’t really going to. . . A low moan vibrated in his chest as hot wetness engulfed the end of his erection.  Wasn’t this a submissive kind of thing?  He didn’t really know enough about it and was having an incredibly difficult time thinking at the moment.  That tongue was starting to get busy on him and a sudden hard suck made him jerk on the bed.  But his hips were held down with steely fingers that kept him from moving too much.  

Waves of pleasure radiated out from his groin and he threw his head back as his breath grew shorter.  The lewd slurping sounds only added to the sensations and Ichigo jerked at the restraints.  He let out a deep, panting moan as it almost crested but the sound trailed off in a whine as the other man pulled away.  The moisture became cool in the open air and he felt a pang of frustration.  

“Hmmmnn!”

The blue haired man licked his lips before shifting and circling his tongue lazily around Ichigo’s balls.  He laughed low in his throat before pulling Ichigo’s jeans all the way off.  Ichigo tried to kick him but the other man’s grip was too strong and his legs were raised up so he was nearly folded in half.  His captor slipped another set of restraints around his ankles that spread his legs in the air and left his ass horribly exposed.  Ichigo struggled weakly but only managed to buck uselessly, his small humping movements shaking the bed slightly.  There was another chuckling laugh that made him frown.

“You’re in for the long haul.”  He patted Ichigo’s exposed rear lightly.  “And there’s more.”

Ichigo clenched his fingers again and yanked at the restraints.  He watched warily as the other man started to undress.   His body was well built with muscle and Ichigo couldn’t help but let his gaze trail down to the impressive erection that looked hard and ready.

“Like what you see?”

Flushing hotly again, Ichigo looked away.  He let out a muffled yelp when his ass was slapped a little harder.  Strong fingers started to dig into his thighs, rubbing at his skin and massaging the muscles.  The touches trailed down until his butt was being kneaded thoroughly on both sides.  The firm touches sent more pleasurable waves through him.  Another slap echoed in the room and he grunted heavily as he bucked on the bed.  The pleasure kept thrumming along his body and he was getting lost in it.  He almost whined when the attention stopped and he glanced at his captor to see what he was doing now.

The other man had picked up a small bottle and was slathering the contents on the string of beads.  They were rigid looking, the beads themselves more elongated than round.  Ichigo flinched as the first one was placed against his entrance.  There hadn’t been any prep work for this and he worried that it was going to hurt.  But the first one worked its way in relatively smoothly, the lube slick enough so that it didn’t matter.  He held his breath until his muscles stretched and then relaxed around the first rounded shape as it slid inside.  The other man paused and watched him, his gaze strangely thoughtful.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m taking my time.”   Ichigo was wondering actually.  This man could do whatever he wanted to him but he wasn’t just jumping in and plunging into him.  Despite his complaints about Ichigo being talkative earlier, he seemed awfully conversational.  His attention was still riveted on his helpless captive as he pushed in another bead.  This one was slightly larger and stretched the tight muscles a little more before settling in behind the first.  Ichigo was having conflicting issues again.  He was outraged at the intimate handling without his permission but it was at odds with how fantastic it felt.  

“You see, I like to play.”  He pushed in a third, larger bead and wiggled the strand a little as he massaged Ichigo’s rear with his other hand.  The intrusion was arousing.  The smooth slide of it made Ichigo groan and writhe on the bed.  

“I can get off just as hard with this as when I’m in you.”  The blue haired man’s voice had gotten low and breathy, indicating that he really meant it.  Of course, his thick erection was also something of a giveaway.  He pulled the beads back out slowly with wet little pops before pushing them back in.  It was a slow, torturous pace that had Ichigo shifting his hips restlessly.  It didn’t help that a slick hand started the slide up and down his pulsing erection.  

“Anyone can fuck.  But it takes a master to do this right.”

Small mewling sounds echoed in the room and it took Ichigo a moment to realize he was the one making them.  He came with a small shudder but still remained hard and throbbing.  It made his eyes roll a little as he panted. 

“Yeah. . .Just like that,” the other man breathed huskily.  “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to touch you?  You’re such a sweet piece.”  He leaned down and there was suddenly a pinching pain against Ichigo’s inner thigh as his captor’s teeth clamped down on him.  A hot tongue slicked over the painful bite as the beads were pulled out one at a time.  “Mine.”  The word was barely a whisper between licks and Ichigo wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard right.  He had no idea what he was talking about.  But it sounded like the guy had been watching and fantasizing for a while now.  And arrogant as it sounded, the man really was a master.

Ichigo’s breathing had become ragged as the pleasure just kept coming as that slick hand kept working him.  And despite the mild discomfort and pain, he found he wanted more.  The sensations bled together in a strange mix that was more arousing that he‘d care to admit.  There was a small tearing sound and his bleary vision barely made out the condom that the other man was slipping over himself

He slicked himself with lube, his eyes partially closing at the sensation before he licked his lips in anticipation.  When he settled and lined himself up, he looked right at Ichigo and pinned him with those incredible blue eyes.  “I’ve been watching you, waiting for this.”  His voice was husky and low with arousal and it shot straight to Ichigo’s impossibly hard dick.  The other man watched his reaction as he slowly pushed in the tip.  It was thicker than the beads and Ichigo groaned again as it filled and stretched him.  But the slick slide of it made the passage easy and smooth.  His toes curled as it slowly continued it’s way in to the hilt and he nearly forgot to breathe.  His breath finally left him in a rush as it poked something inside that made him twitch on the bed.  

His muffled cry made the other man laugh as he seated himself fully and wiggled a little, making Ichigo see stars.  Then he was moving in and out slowly as his own breath started to become short.  “Ah,” he gasped.  “So tight.  So much better than I imagined.”  He pulled out nearly all the way before snapping his hips forward and burying himself again.  The shock of it nearly hurt but Ichigo was slowly moving beyond that.  They both groaned together as he set a faster pace and little waves of mini orgasms shoved Ichigo right over the edge.

“Hnnn, hnnn, hnnn. . .”  He started keening helplessly as the tight heat began to overwhelm him.  Ichigo closed his eyes tight and pulled weakly at the restraints at his wrists and ankles.  The bed started banging softly against the wall but the sound was lost in their gasping, moaning breaths.  There was a tugging sensation at Ichigo’s dick that made him jerk and whine before he came explosively all over his belly.  All the while, the other man continued to push into him, his movements becoming tight and erratic.  Then he sighed and shoved in hard one last time.  He held himself there and hovered over Ichigo as he breathed hard for a few moments.  The shuddering pleasure was almost painful as it wracked Ichigo’s body and made his vision go blank.  He sagged in the bindings, his whole body going limp.  

He might have blacked out for a while because the next thing he knew, he was being prodded up from the bed and into the bathroom.  He worked his jaw silently and licked his lips when he found that the gag had been removed.  His skin felt a little sore where the tape had been pulled off but he was too glad to have it gone to complain.  Ichigo stumbled drunkenly inside the bathroom before being shoved gently into the small shower stall.  The water started out cold and shocked him briefly before it warmed up a little.  When he just stood there blinking wearily in the weak spray, there was a throaty chuckle.  

“Need a little help?  There are a few water games we could play.”

Ichigo narrowed his eyes and fumbled for the door before sliding the cloudy glass shut in the other man’s face.  He stood there trying to gather his shattered composure before reaching for the bar of soap and lathering himself automatically.  Slowly becoming more aware, he started to scrub himself all over, only wincing slightly as he came in contact with the bruising bite marks on his thigh and chest.  He frowned and fought the rising self loathing that suddenly threatened to overwhelm him.  He came up with a dozen excuses and denials, each more pathetic than the last.  It wasn’t his fault, he had no choice, and he hadn’t liked it.  Sighing deeply, he rested his forehead against the faded tiles.  That last one was a total lie. 

Once he was finished, he turned off the water and peered out the stall door.  The single bathroom window was tiny and mounted high on the wall so there was no getting out there.  The door to the bedroom was open and he grimaced before reaching out to snag the threadbare towel that sat on the tiny counter.  He quickly dried himself off and wrapped it around his waist since he didn’t see his clothes anywhere.  Soreness was starting to settle in and he fought not to limp as he came out of the bathroom.  He was exhausted and wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do.  The adrenaline and endorphins were wearing off and all he felt was heavy fatigue.  

“Here.”  His captor pointed to a vitamin drink and a protein bar that sat on the bedside table.

Suddenly starving, Ichigo ate without really thinking.  But his eyes flicked around the room automatically looking for an escape.  The other man was standing in front of the door watching him so there was no getting out that way.  And he’d never be able to get to the window and try to pry the boards off.  Fatigue was dragging him down and he sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes trying to think.  But his thoughts were fuzzy and tired.  Unable to keep his eyes open, he found himself laying down and curling up on top of the blanket.  He knew he should be doing something, anything to get away but his lids became heavy and soon he was falling asleep without meaning to.

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Ichigo struggled up out of sleep to find himself still curled up on his side.  His hands were tied again.  Soft, pricy looking leather cuffs encircled his wrists and were locked to the iron headboard.  There was a rubbery plug that filled his mouth and he couldn’t force it out with his tongue no matter how hard he tried.  A strap held it firmly in place but when he reached the for the buckle to take it off, he felt a small padlock securing the buckle.  It took him a moment to remember what happened.  When it came flooding back, he twisted his hands and raised his head to look around.  He was still in the same rundown, darkened bedroom and he was still mostly naked with only the thin towel covering him.  

He huffed a frustrated breath through his nose and rattled the locks on the cuffs.  He felt pressure in his bladder and shook his head.  That would just top off this whole terrible experience, wetting himself because he couldn’t get to the bathroom.  When the door opened, he glared and jerked at the cuffs again.  He growled low in his throat but that just made the blue haired man smile.

“After all that, you’re still kicking.  I like that.”  He came forward with that smirking grin plastered on his face.  “A lesser man might have folded and turned into a whimpering little bitch by now.”

Ichigo glared harder but it still didn’t fix his immediate problem.  He swallowed a bit of his pride and indicated the bathroom with a nod of his head and a meaningful look, hoping the message would get across.  The other man raised a brow and continued to grin.  Ichigo sighed heavily.  He hated how helpless he was but he wasn’t going to reduce himself to begging.  But after several uncomfortable moments, his captor seemed to take pity on him and came over to unlock the cuffs.

“Don’t say I didn’t do anything nice for you.”  

His hands were still locked together but Ichigo could deal with that for the moment.  He went into the bathroom, fortunately by himself, and took care of business.  But as he was washing his hands, he felt the other man’s presence behind him.  The towel around his hips loosened and fell to the floor.  Before he could turn and fight, a hand pressed down on the center of his back and bent him forward over the sink.  Ichigo braced his cuffed hands on the chipped porcelain and let out a quiet growl.  

“What is it about you?” the other man whispered in his ear, making him shiver.  “I usually don’t skip the good part but I can’t seem to help myself.”

Ichigo heard the quick rip of a zipper before something pressed against him.  God, please don’t let him fuck him dry.  He was still sore from the last time.  A sharp slap on his ass made him grunt and squirm against the counter.  He suddenly shoved back and did his best to throw him off.  It didn’t matter that he was naked or that he was probably outmatched.  He couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t at least try.  

But he was nearly lifted off his feet as the other man’s arm snaked around his throat.  Ichigo grunted uncomfortably as it became hard to take a full breath.

“I like the fire.  But I can’t let you hurt yourself in here.”  He said it like he didn’t even consider the possibility that Ichigo could hurt him.  “But I suppose you’re right.  Not in here.”  He stroked his free hand down Ichigo’s abdomen before curling his fingers around his dick, making the redhead moan uncontrollably.  “You know, there are people that pay good money for this kind of thing.”  Ichigo had trouble focusing on that last thought when his vision began to fade as he was fondled ruthlessly and slowly choked into unconsciousness.  

A buzzing tingle brought him back to awareness and he found himself on the bed again, still naked, still gagged.  The cuffs at his hands had been locked to the headboard at the corners of the bed again.  There was another buzzing tickle and he felt a responding wave of pleasure in his groin and already hard member.  Ichigo shifted on the bed and felt the tug of another set of cuffs at his ankles that spread his legs wide.  The fullness of a plug was busy vibrating inside him and his hips jerked up.  The thick blue rings had been wrapped around his throbbing cock again.

“Change of plans.  I’ve got a couple things to do so I thought I’d keep you busy for a while.”  The blue haired man was leaning in the corner of the room watching him.  He held a small object in his hand.  As he flicked a switch, the speed and pulse of the vibrator changed.  Ichigo groaned and twitched on the bed as the sensations rippled along his whole body.  But it wasn’t enough to bring him over the edge, just drive him to distraction.  The vibe shifted speed again and made Ichigo squeeze his eyes shut as he bit back a whine.  There was a deep chuckle as he came closer.  In another strangely touching gesture, he laid a blanket over him.  Which might have been a mixed blessing since the brush of fabric over his sensitive shaft made him buck up into it.  “Later.”  After giving him a considering look, his captor left him alone to be tortuously stimulated yet unfulfilled.

Ichigo lost track of time as he bit at the gag and moaned helplessly.  He couldn’t believe this was happening.  But wasn’t this what he’d always wanted but been afraid to ask for?  He wasn’t sure anymore as his thoughts became fuzzy.  He couldn’t roll over and relieve the pressure by rubbing himself against the bed no matter how much he wanted to.  And the light brush of the blanket just wasn‘t enough.  He strained and stretched and exhausted himself trying to get loose and he was barely conscious when the humming vibrations finally stopped.  He was still full and needy, left unsatisfied by the lack of release.  But his ass was practically numb as it hummed with the memory of the vibrations.  Drifting uneasily, he finally slept, unable to stay awake any longer.

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It had to have been a couple of days since he‘d been taken but Ichigo couldn‘t quite tell.  There was light coming through the boards on the widow sometimes but then it would get dark again signaling the arrival of evening.  There was no clock in the room.  Ichigo spent some time thinking but he didn’t like what came to mind.  So he slept as much as he could.  His captor kept him fed and let him use the bathroom regularly.  Sometimes, he’d tie him up and use him mercilessly, forcing him to orgasm again and again.  Other times he’d just tie him to the bed and leave him alone while he went out.   

His mouth had started to become sore from being gagged all the time.  It was only taken out when he was allowed to eat.  But even then, he didn’t yell or scream.  He’d moved beyond that.  He worried about his dad and how he was probably worrying about him.  But mostly his whole world had been reduced to sleeping, eating and continuous pleasure from his captor who seemed to have an insatiable apatite.  Ichigo’s own climaxes nearly made him go blind as he came again and again.  It didn’t seem possible that it could keep going endlessly.  He was trapped in his own little hell of mixed feelings and personal gratification.  It was selfish and wrong to be enjoying any of it.  But he couldn’t control his natural reactions.

He was sleeping off one particularly intense session when he was awakened by the door slamming open.  The blue haired man, whose name he still didn’t know yet, stormed in and glared at him in a way that made him flinch.  He seemed so angry and Ichigo wasn’t sure why.  Up until this point, he’d been cocky and amused by the whole situation.  But right now, there was a destructive rage in his expression that was frightening to see.  He paced back and forth at the foot of the bed before he stopped and took something out of his pocket.  Ichigo swallowed hard when he saw the gun in his hand and felt himself go cold.  He shook his head and pulled at the cuffs but didn’t dare make a sound.

“Don’t look at me like that!” the man snapped, his temper coloring his words.  

Ichigo clenched his jaw and tried no to whimper.  Oh, God, he was going to die.  He’d been so caught up in physical distractions that he hadn’t really thought about any of the ways this could go bad.  But something must have gone wrong and the man with the slick, chilly voice had ordered him to be killed.  He’d been deluding himself all this time into thinking that everything would work out.  He’d let his own dark, selfish desires keep him from trying to escape and now he was going to pay for it.  

“I said don’t look at me like that!  Dammit!”  His captor strode over to the bed and grabbed Ichigo’s hair, shoving his face roughly down into the pillow.  Despite how he’d been using him all this time, this was the roughest he’d ever been.  He held Ichigo’s hair tightly and pressed the gun to the back of his head.  The hard muzzle dug into his skin and his heart skipped several beats.  So many things flashed through his mind.  All the things he’d miss, that he‘d never see again.  His dad, his sister’s, his friends.  It overwhelmed him and it took everything he had not to whimper.  

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!”  The man’s breath was harsh.  “It wasn’t money,” he said.  “It was never about the money.  That stupid bastard!  It was all just a fucking distraction.”

Ichigo was too scared to try and figure out who or what he was talking about.  His own breaths were tight and short and he couldn’t help the small sniff that escaped him.  They remained poised like that for a horribly long period of time.  He trembled as he waited for it to end.

“Shit,” the man muttered.  “I have no choice.  It’s you or me.”   He sounded like he was trying to convince himself but Ichigo couldn’t bring himself to care about that.  He was overwhelmed by the desire to survive and he made a promise to any god that was listening that he’d be good if he was allowed to live.  It was pathetic and useless but it was all he could do right now.  He lay trembling and waiting as sweat dribbled down his spine.  The muzzle of the gun pressed hard enough to bruise and he wasn’t sure he could take any more.

“I can’t do this,” the man whispered suddenly.  The pressure was suddenly gone but Ichigo was too afraid to move.  It wasn’t until the cuffs were unlocked and the gag taken out that he dared look at him.

“Wha-”  His voice was hoarse from disuse and he had to swallow hard before he could say anything.  “What are you doing?”  His shirt and jeans were thrown in his face.

“Put your fucking clothes on and get out.”  There was an edge to man’s voice but the anger didn’t seem to be directed at him.  Ichigo just stared at him dumbly for a moment until the gun was pointed at him again.

“Just go, dammit!”

As a fresh dose of adrenaline hit him, Ichigo dressed with numb fingers and fumbled with the fly of his jeans.  He was afraid that he’d be shot anyway but his captor stepped aside from the door and refused look at him.  

“There’s a cop shop a few blocks away,” he muttered.

Why was he doing this?  Ichigo had seen his face and he could identify him in a lineup.  Not that he was arguing at all.  He was just dumbfounded.  But it didn’t stop him from stumbling out the door.  He heard one last hissed command.  “Tell anyone about me and I really will kill you.”  It was almost said absently. 

Ichigo didn’t really pay attention to the his surroundings beyond the need to get out.  He didn’t need that last warning to keep his mouth shut, he had no intention of explaining exactly what had happened to him.  Once he reached the street, he started running.  He wasn’t sure where he was going but he just kept moving.  The sidewalk and surrounding buildings blurred past him as he ran.  There were a few people along the way, but he didn’t really notice them.  He wasn’t sure if they noticed him or not.

With the best luck he’d had in a while, it seemed he picked the right direction.  The police station loomed ahead and he felt a sense of relief so great, he nearly stumbled.  But he managed to jog up to the main doors and drag himself inside.  The duty sergeant at the front desk blinked at him in surprise when he came to a huffing halt.  Ichigo swallowed hard and tried to catch his breath, his thoughts jumbled and fuzzy.

“Can somebody-” he gulped air into his suddenly strained lungs “Can somebody call my dad?”  He huffed a few breaths and braced his hands on the desktop.  But now that he was here, his energy finally gave out and he sank slowly to the floor.  He had a stray thought that he hadn’t bothered to identify himself but that didn’t seem to matter.  Vaguely he could hear a growing commotion with lots of voices rising.  

“Holy shit, that’s the Kurosaki boy!”

“Somebody get a hold of Captain Kurosaki!”

“Get the MT’s in here!” 

Ichigo ignored all of them as he started to tremble.  His dad was coming.  Somebody would call him and it would be okay.