Silence

There aren’t any good moves here, are there, I ask myself, unsure of how to react. No matter what I chose, it’s almost definitely going to end in me getting fucked and saying something inflamatory will only make it worse. My best choice would probably be to just agree with Tom, but, let’s face it, that won’t change my situation all that much.

Given the situation, I just stay silent, going against my urge to hit back and fighting against Tom’s attempts to break me down. I flatten my expression, fighting to push away the anxiety growing in my chest and the pressure for me to say something.

Tom and Henry silently prod me to respond in some way for a minute or two, before looking at each other, seemingly confused. As they stare, some message or shared emotion clearly passes between them, furthering my anxiety.

After a moment, Henry breaks the silence, saying something that sends chills down my spine. “I think I have an idea. We tie him up, get everyone’s attention, and let anyone who wants to fuck him. If that doesn’t get a sound out of him, I don’t know what will.”

My stomach twists around inside of me and I feel my throat practically closing up at the mere suggestion of them letting me get gangbanged. Without saying another word, Tom nods and signals something to Henry. The two of them take their ties off, before Tom turns his attention back to me.

“Arms out,” Tom orders. There isn’t any asking, forgiving, or really any emotion in his tone; just a cold, straight forward command.

I don’t fight him, just like I didn’t when he dragged me down here, because I know that could only make this hellish situation worse, which is something that I can’t, and don’t want to, imagine. Tom wraps his tie tightly around my wrists, before tying them securely into place. Henry hands Tom his tie, and Tom does the same with the other tie, just at my elbows, not my wrists.

“Come on,” Henry prods, grabbing my tie and pulling on it to lead me somewhere. Tom joins in on that guiding, putting his arm back around my waist and starting to follow Henry.

I don’t fight back against either of them, as much as I want to. They’re already gonna let a ton of people, who may or may not be positive for something, or nightmare sadists, or something like that, fuck me with no questions or regard, I don’t want to find out what they deem worse than that. Especially if something like this is in response to silence, I can’t imagine what actual fighting and rebellion would pull out of them.

I keep silent as they lead me towards what’s the front of the room, based off of where I remember Tom and myself coming in. After a moment, the two of them stop me in a clear spot and Tom turns his attention back to me. Without saying anything to me, he unbuttons my shirt and pushes it open to expose my chest, before sliding my shirt and jacket sleeves half way down my upper arms.

“Christ, you look good.” Tom turns to Henry, before speaking up again. “Do you wanna let the guys go first?”

“Yeah- makes more of a point. And it definitely plays more to the sound thing.” I grimace.

“Alright.” Tom grabs the end of my tie and pulls on it, partially bringing me down with it. He ties the end of it to the tie around my wrists, holding my arms close to my head. I straighten up, still keeping my mouth shut, both to avoid giving in and to keep from making everything worse. “Hey, do you think you should take your turn, first?

“What?”

“I don’t wanna risk hurting him or completely breaking him down. If I can actually get him to listen to me without all that shit, I’d rather do that.” Henry nods, while he looks me over. Smirks start to creep across both of their faces, as the idea clearly starts growing on Henry.

“You’re soft.”

“Hey, man, different strokes.” Tom runs his fingers through his hair and chuckles some. He turns his attention back to me, completely dropping the smile. “On your knees.” I do what he told me to, slowly sinking to the floor in front of the two men and looking up at them from the ground. “Elbows, too.”

My stomach tightens and I hesitate for a moment. The looks on both of their faces tell me that isn’t a great idea. I lower myself again, putting my elbows, hands, and forearms directly against the floor. My tie pulls my neck closer to my wrists, forcing me to bend down and arch my back. I shift myself to stretch my back out and move my head closer to my arms, looking blankly off to the side.

I hear Tom half whisper Henry’s name, calling the man over to him. “Just a heads up, he’s, uh… he’s a little different.”

“What,” Henry asks, matching Tom’s volume. Even though I can’t hear the rest of their conversation, I have a pretty strong idea of what it’s about.

After a moment, Tom crouches down and puts his face in my line of sight. He puts his hand on my head, rustling his fingers through my hair. A stupid smile covers his face, but it feels almost less mocking than earlier, or, at least, a different kind of mocking. His expression lacks a lot of the cruel condescension that it had earlier, instead seeming more sickly sweet, similar to how someone might look at a child.

“Look, I want you to do your best, alright? Just show him a good time.” His voice feels soft and sweet, mimicking his expression. Henry says something that I can’t quite understand and Tom turns his head to listen. “Right.” Tom nods, before turning back to me.

“I need you to listen to me. When Henry finishes and we let everyone else get their turn, I want you to do something for me, to make sure you know what’s going on and you can’t just shut all this out. Whenever someone comes up to you, I want you to say their name and what number they are- like Henry, he would be ‘Henry Cavill, one’, got it?”

I nod at him, Tom’s words lingering with me. He isn’t just trying to punish me, or even just do it with sex, he’s trying to break me. Why else would he want me to feel and be aware of everything that’s about to happen to me? How else is that kind of endless overstimulation supposed to end?

Tom stands back up and goes to lean against the wall, leaving me in my own world again. I stare at the wall next to me, the same one Tom’s standing at, hoping to find some way to get out of this. I can probably take Henry, but an entire room full of men? Even if they take turns, that’s too much for one person.

Henry walks up behind me, but doesn’t do anything, waiting for something. I repeat what Tom told me to say, causing Henry to get closer to me. Without another word passing between us, I feel his hands on my waist, sliding into my pants and underwear. He quickly pulls them off, before kneeling down behind me, half-straddling my legs. The sound of a bottle opening rings out behind me and I feel one of his hands on my hips.

Henry doesn’t waste any time, skipping Tom’s theatrics. Almost as soon as the bottle closes, I feel the head of his cock pushing against my asshole. Regardless of my nerves, I do my best to stay relaxed, not wanting this to hurt any worse than it’s probably already going to. Just based on the feeling of his head, Henry is not a small man, in any sense of the word.

It doesn’t dawn on me exactly how big he is, until the head of his cock pushes inside of me. I squeeze my jaw shut, trying to keep myself from making any noise, both to keep from giving in to Henry and Tom and to keep from drawing any attention to us. I’m already getting fucked in public, I really don’t want to draw too much of a crowd on top of that.

Henry tries to push deeper inside of me, sending pain shooting through me, but he doesn’t make much headway. He keeps pushing, hurting me worse. I hear myself starting to whimper, despite myself, but I don’t have it in me to stop. It already takes everything I have to keep from crying or yelling. I bite at the inside of my lip and clench my fists, as heat swells through my cheeks. Breath screams through my chest and lungs. I bury my face in the side of my upper arm, trying to muffle the sound and find something more substantial to put in my mouth in an attempt to stay silent.

After a moment, I feel his body pushing up against mine. Heat floods through my body and I feel myself getting light headed. Henry pauses for a moment, leaving his cock resting inside of me. My breathing starts to slow down and I ease my jaw’s grip on my arm. I look down at where my mouth had been, seeing bitemarks denting my skin. Before I can get too calm, I feel Henry starting to pull out.

He slides himself back inside of me, this time a lot smoother, though still painful. I still struggle to keep my voice in, because of the pain and the feeling of Henry’s cock deep inside of me. Henry puts his hands firmly on my waist, holding my lower half firmly in place. I bury my face in my arm, trying to muffle my whimpering and hide my grimace from Tom.

My voice starts quieting down as I get used to the dick thrusting inside of me. The feeling of Henry’s cock rocking inside of me still sends waves of heat and pleasure through my body, but that’s not enough to re-break my silence.

Henry pulls most of the way out of me, again. Without warning, he shoves his cock back inside of me, hard, and pulls my hips back to match his movement. I half yell into my arm, before sinking my teeth back into my skin. He slides one of his hands to my shoulder, grabbing onto it and using it to hold me.

He does the same thing over and over again, his grip still firm on me. All the while, Henry’s own voice starts to make itself known with low groans escaping from his throat. After a few more repetitions, I feel Henry’s cum pouring inside of me.

He holds my hips tight against his, half-heartedly thrusting inside of me for a few more seconds. Despite myself, I feel my cunt spasm and my legs starting to shake. I release my bite on my arm, as my body tingles from the whole ordeal. My head gets light and my thoughts feel completely fuzzed out.

Henry gets up and zips his pants, not acknowledging me at all. After a moment, I glance around the room, trying to use my surroundings to ground myself. Everything seems fine, until I look opposite the wall that I’d been staring at earlier. The little I can see from my position is enough to make my blood run cold. The legs of God knows how many people crowded around us fill my vision.

Without thinking, I move to try and cover my dick, but the tie-bondage system and my weight resting on my arms stops me. My gaze quickly finds its way to the floor, as I try to block out the nightmare that I must’ve just woken up in. Even though I can’t see anyone’s faces, I can feel their eyes on my, sending heat through my body.

“So, ready to give everyone a go,” Henry asks.