Chapter Text
“Hey, is this thing on?”
There was a muffled whimper as a bright flash lit up the room.
“Alright, let's get this show on the road!”
The camera panned between the three masked men standing in front of the bed before it moved over to the poor victim tied spread eagle to the bed. The man was young, barely in his twenties, with gray hair and striking golden eyes filled with tears. The most noticeable part though was the large ball gag stuffed into his mouth, drool leaking from beneath. His naked body trembled from quiet sobs and he tried his best to tilt his face, red with embarrassment, away every time the camera pointed his way.
One of the masked men entered the frame and hooked a finger under the young man’s chin, forcing him to look into the camera lens.
“This is gonna be quite a special video for your lovely Astral Express family, don't you think?”
The camera followed the masked man’s movements as he ran a hand along the boy’s chest, laughing to himself. “I'm sure you're aware of how special you are, little Caelus. That Stellaron inside of you…” A chuckle. “Yes, very special indeed. Y'know, a specimen like you could make a lot of money for their lucky owners. After all, who wouldn't want to get their hands on something like you?”
He flicked one of the sensitive nipples on Caelus’s chest, eliciting another whimper from him. Then, the masked man stepped back, facing the other two.
“But we’re gonna be the ones to take his virginity first, before we start selling him out to others.” Laughter. Caelus winced at the sound.
“So, what shall we do to him first? Should we start off simple, or do something fun? Or…” The man approached the victim once again, causing him to flinch backward in a feeble attempt to get away. “Shall we ask him for his thoughts?”
He unstrapped the ball gag around his head, allowing Caelus to speak. His jaw trembled as he turned his head to the side, trying to hide the tears on his face. “Let me go…I won't tell anyone, please…” His voice was hoarse with disuse and every word that came out was thick with tears.
But his response only received laughter from his tormentors. “Oh, he still has some hope in him. How adorable.”
One of the other masked men approached Caelus and grabbed him by the jaw, forcing him to look into his eyes. “You wanna know what your life is gonna be from now on? We’re gonna own you and we’re gonna sell you out. You're gonna be just like all the other pets we own, except for one thing. You're special. So everyone’s gonna want a taste of you and you're gonna make us rich. You're gonna be so popular. Guess what that means? I'll put it bluntly.”
He leaned in to whisper into his ear. The camera moved closer in order to pick up on his words better. “Day in and day out, you're gonna be having sex, whether you like it or not. You're gonna be doing whatever your owners demand of you and you're gonna learn how to be the perfect slave.”
The poor young man shuddered, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror, terror, and anguish.
“And you know the best part?”
The masked man forcefully turned Caelus's face towards the camera, pointing at the lens. “Your wonderful little Astral Express family will never be able to find you. The cosmos are vast with many, many planets we can take you to with many, many different people of many different species who’ll want to have their fun with you…”
With those words, Caelus broke down into sobs. “No, this can't be happening…they're gonna find me, they're gonna find me…”
“Well, the more hope they have, the more fun they are to break!” the third masked man said cheerfully.
“Come on, let's get started already…” the first one complained.
The camera panned between the men as they began to take off their clothing, lingering on each one until they had their hard cocks pulled out. “Let's take this step by step.”
The second man approached Caelus, grabbing him by the hair. The young man squeezed his eyes shut, repeatedly muttering the same words to himself. “It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay…”
Laughter once again. Evil, cruel laughter. “Keep your eyes open, pet. Or we'll just make your first time even worse for you.”
Reluctantly, Caelus opened his eyes, more tears gathering in the corners of them. He at least tried his best to keep his eyes away from the sights of the naked men that were about to put him through hell.
“Good. Now…” The man hovering above him forced his cock in his face. “Stick your tongue out and start licking. Gotta start somewhere. We’re gonna teach you how to suck dick like a good bitch.”
He let out a couple more sobs before slowly sticking out his tongue, his body shaking in fear and anticipation. The moment his tongue came in contact with the man’s cock, Caelus winced at the taste. He started out slow, unfamiliar with the process and only going along with what he was told. His tongue licked all the way up to the tip, where precum was leaking from. The salty taste made Caelus wince once again. The hand that held his hair in a tight grip served as a warning not to try anything.
“Aww, it's adorable how clueless he is.”
Suddenly, the man grabbed Caelus’s head with both hands and forced his cock down his throat, as far back as he could manage. The boy’s eyes went wide and his face went red with panic as he let out muffled choking sounds, his hands tugging on their binds as a futile attempt to get free and do something, anything to stop this.
As he began to thrust back and forth, the man held his palm against Caelus’s throat, keeping one hand in his hair. “Throat too small to take my dick? It's cute how large of a bump it leaves.”
They all laughed at the young man’s muffled sounds of desperation, tears flooding from his eyes like waterfalls. “This is the best way for you to learn! Don't worry, I'll let you breathe after I'm done.”
The camera moved to the side to get a better shot of the man’s cock as it brutally thrusted in and out of Caelus’s throat. The longer it went on, the more Caelus and his struggling fell still. His face went pale and the tears stopped flowing. All the while, the man above him moaned, “His throat is so tight…honestly one of the best I've ever fucked…”
“His face is starting to go blue. You should probably slow down unless you want to kill him already…” an exasperated voice from one of the other men spoke in the background.
With another loud moan, the first man held Caelus’s head tightly in place as he came down his throat before finally releasing him, allowing his head to fall back with a string of spit and cum connecting the man’s cock and Caelus’s mouth together. The limp man twitched, then gasped for breath, coughing and trying to spit out the horrible fluid in his mouth. But the man above him covered his mouth.
“You're gonna have to learn how to swallow every single drop, little pet.”
With a muffled whine, Caelus swallowed anyway, knowing it was better at this point to just obey.
“Good boy…”
As soon as the man let go, Caelus gasped in air, taking in as much as he could. “Oh Aeons, please I can't handle this, please please…”
“Well, we'll be able to see how true that is when we actually start selling you out. If you end up dead, then that's that. But…”
The second man whose turn was up next approached the tied up boy, caressing his face and causing him to shudder.
“You're special. We know you can handle it.”
He turned towards the camera. “Now we're gonna be teaching our new slave how to kiss like a proper little whore!”
Caelus shook his head back and forth, trying to disassociate from the situation. He clamped his jaws shut, but none of his tormentors were going to let that happen.
The second man straddled his chest and the camera zoomed in on Caelus’s horrified face. “Open up now~”
But something had gotten into him, something that made him decide he didn't want to listen. Caelus shook his head again, firm determination mixing with the terror in his golden eyes.
“Well, I guess the best way to make them learn is through…”
Suddenly, the man raised his fist and brought it down upon Caelus’s limp cock.
“Force.” The man cut off his victim’s shriek of pain by grabbing his chin and forcing their lips together. The camera zoomed in even closer to the vulgar scene of their tongues intertwining. Caelus’s tongue didn't seem to make any attempt to participate in the disgusting kiss, while the other man's tongue swirled around inside his mouth, tasting every inch. He'd occasionally bite Caelus’s lip, drawing blood and causing him to whimper in pain.
After a long minute, Caelus was finally released. His lips were red, swollen, and trembling. His sobs were quiet, each one stifled as an attempt to avoid any more laughter from his cruel captors. If it weren't for his tight bindings, he would've curled up into a ball to at least attempt to comfort himself. He mustered the strength to look up into the camera, the desperation clear in his red-rimmed eyes. As if begging the invisible audience to help him. Caelus didn't look at it long though, fighting back even more tears as he drew his gaze to something, anything else other than the reminders of what he was going to go through. Finding nothing, he resorted to screwing his eyes shut.
“I don't think he's ever even kissed anyone before. Virgins are just so adorable! Was that really your first kiss?”
Caelus said absolutely nothing, only giving a meek nod in response. If he had opened his mouth and said a single word at all, he knew his voice would crack and his crying would become much more obvious.
“Even better! Now let's move on to the best part.”
The camera turned its focus back towards the three masked men. It was difficult to tell which one was talking due to the masks.
“We’re officially gonna rob our newest slave of his virginity! When we’re done with him, he's gonna be the most obedient slut of them all,” one of them laughed.
The gentle sobs grew louder at the sounds of those words.
“I'm guessing poor little Caelus didn't like the sound of that?” another one of them mocked him, approaching the bed with a box cutter in his hand. Caelus flinched back as far as he could with his bindings, staring at the box cutter with fearful eyes.
“Oh relax, no one’s gonna be cutting you…just yet.” The box cutter was instead used to cut the rope off from around Caelus’s wrists and ankles. “Now, is he going to choose to-”
Before the man could continue, Caelus immediately threw himself off the bed, rushing towards the only door he could see. The camera followed his every movement. But no matter how much Caelus tugged on the doorknob, it was locked and there was nothing he could do to unlock it from that side. So he resorted to banging his fists against the door.
“Someone, please! Let me out! Please, help me, I'm begging you!!”
The man with the box cutter slowly followed him, laughing all the while. “They always choose to run. But little do they know, there's no way for them to get out! Ah, it's always so delicious to see the hopelessness in their eyes.”
Caelus curled up against the door, trying to make himself as small as possible. His jaw trembled as he started up at the man. Or, more specifically, at his box cutter. “I-I’m sorry, I won't do it again, I promise…”
He gasped as his neck was suddenly grabbed and the box cutter was held right up against his jugular. “They're so much more adorable when they're trembling in fear, begging for their lives.”
The camera zoomed into the expression on Caelus’s face. Sweat beaded along his forehead. His face was red with exertion. His breaths came out in short, ragged gasps. He was utterly terrified. Caelus couldn't help the whimpers that escaped from him while the man above him ever so slowly dragged the sharp end of the box cutter along his skin. His breath hitched in his throat as it moved up across his neck and stopped at his cheek, finally making a cut and causing him to hiss through his teeth. It wasn't a deep cut, but it did draw blood, the red liquid dripping down his cheek. He released the breath he was holding as the box cutter was finally brought away from him.
Caelus held a shaking hand up to his bleeding cut, but it didn't take long for the masked man to tightly grab his arm and tug him back towards the bed. “You can't do this to me!” He tried his hardest to pull his arm away, but his grip was too strong. He let out a cry of surprise as he was roughly thrown onto the mattress, landing on top of his stomach. Before Caelus had any chance to move, the man pinned him down, forcefully spreading his legs apart with his knee. “Stop it, stop!”
“You can fight as much as you want, but we're gonna get what we want anyway. Besides, the resistant ones are the most fun to break.”
“Get it over with, I wanna have a turn too!” a frustrated voice growled in the background.
With that, the man wasted no time getting started. He used one hand to spread Caelus’s cheeks apart and used the other to grab ahold of his hard cock and line it up with his hole, the poor boy wailing and thrashing all the while. The masked man barely managed to push the head in before Caelus started screaming in pain, arching his back and clutching the sheets underneath him tightly.
“Ooh, bleeding already?”
“That's what's going to happen when you don't use any lube,” another annoyed background voice spoke matter-of-factly.
“Oh please, everyone knows blood is the best kind of lube,” the masked man retorted.
The more he pushed his cock in, the more Caelus screamed. “Oh Aeons, it hurts! It hurts so much! Please pull it out, pull it out!!”
But each of his pleas were ignored. With a groan, the man finally managed to push it all the way in, up to the base of his cock. Bright red blood ran in rivulets down Caelus’s pale trembling thighs. “Ngh, please, it burns…” he groaned. He tried to look over his shoulder to see what was being done to him, but the masked man pinned his head back down, squashing his cheek into the mattress.
Just as Caelus was starting to get a little bit used to the pain, his torturer began to thrust back and forth. He cried out some more, his throat beginning to grow raw from all the screaming.
“I can't fucking take it anymore.”
One of the other masked men entered the frame and sat down on his knees on the other end of the bed. Caelus’s watery eyes went wide as he held his dick over his face, wondering if he was going to shove it down his throat again, but no. Instead, he began to stroke it. He flinched back as white ropes of cum spurted onto his face.
“He looks a lot better with cum on his face. I think we’ll wait a bit before we clean that up.”
Despite that, Caelus lifted a hand to try to wipe the fluid off of his face, but the other man grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He groaned in pain at the sudden strain on his shoulders. “Stop it, stop it, please!”
Another thrust caused another cry of anguish to rise up in his throat, but before he could let out any noise, Caelus bit down on the sheets of the bed to muffle himself. He was unwilling to give his captors the satisfaction of hearing him in even more pain.
The masked man fucking him in the ass quickened the pace, and Caelus had to bite down so hard that it was beginning to hurt his teeth. There was so much blood, something had to have torn inside of him. Now that the other man held Caelus’s wrists down, the other one moved his hands to his hips, holding them so tightly that it was surely going to leave bruises.
“Mm, his ass is so tight…his body had to have been built for this! I'm gonna…”
He was cut off by a moan as he pulled his victim onto his cock as far as he could and emptied himself inside of him. Caelus wailed, his insides flooding with cum. When the man let go of him and pulled out, Caelus slumped onto the ground, exhausted. The camera moved in to get a good shot of the state his freshly fucked hole was in. The blood and the cum mixed together to create a light red liquid that dripped out of the torn hole.
As soon as Caelus noticed the camera trained on him, he turned over, covering himself as best as he could.
“Can I finally have my turn now?” the third, mostly silent masked man finally spoke up.
“Hmm, I think we should get him marked so we can finally start making money off of him,” the spent man responded, already starting to put his clothes back on.
“Aww, but I didn't get to have as much fun as you guys did!”
“Relax. You can have as much fun as you want after we've got him all ready and you can use your money to buy a session with him.”
There was only an annoyed huff in response before the rest started to get their clothes back on as well. Caelus, meanwhile, had his knees pulled up to his chest, rocking back and forth anxiously and beginning to hyperventilate.
One man moved towards the door, while another approached Caelus, mercilessly grabbing him and dragging him along with him. The third one handcuffed his wrists behind his back.
“We’re all done in here!” There was a series of rhythmic knocks, and then a click as the door was unlocked from the other side.
The man holding Caelus still snapped his fingers at the camera. “Turn that off!”
“Okay, okay, fine…” the cameraman muttered.
And then it all went dark.