Chapter 184 - CHAPTER 13 - CURT PREPARED FOR HIS NEXT ORDEAL

A week after his abduction, Curt was given time to rest and forced to do a daily regime of strict exercise and diet that matched what he did before he was kidnapped. It took several days for the straight boy to get a sense of his Alpha Male manhood back - but his captors wanted him to recover completely for his next ordeal.

They found out from him - after some threats of tickle torture and gang f.u.c.k.i.n.g - what his usual meals were and what his normal daily exercise routine was. The Facility wanted to replicate his diet, his personal hygiene habits and exercise regime to keep their captive Adonis in the same perfect shape he was in when they abducted him. They wanted to preserve his body, but also the other things about him - his scent, sweat and attitude, to make the coming ordeals and assaults on him as if he was freshly kidnapped - like some organic food product with no preservatives and picked fresh from the farm.

But they told him nothing. He was forced to wear a c.o.c.k chastity cage that prevented him from getting an erection - and under pain of severe punishment (tickling, whipping and being gang r.a.p.ed) he was instructed never to touch his balls or d.i.c.k - not even to scratch it.

Like all the other rest and exercise periods and strict diet of food for the other captives - who he never saw - , this long time of respite was done not out of mercy for the straight boy but a devious scheme to keep his body and mind in shape and fresh for more horrible, never ending torments.

He was bewildered and confused. What was the point of his being kidnapped? After his shocking abduction, after being stripped, fondled, edged and enduring agonizing c.o.c.k polishing and then prolong post o.r.g.a.s.m torments that nearly drove him insane, he was brought to this cell and subjected to no further abuse, beyond being forced to wear the c.o.c.k cage. But that initial attack on him couldn't be the reason for his abduction. What other reason was he being held? He had no money, surely they knew that. Or maybe they didn't. He knew they were on one level, pure s.e.x.u.a.l sadists or perverts. He thought for sure he would be gang r.a.p.ed - with the dozens of hulking men and guys that were there when he was being assaulted his first night - he assumed - seeing their hungry looks at his body - that he would be immediately gang r.a.p.ed. That night - and every day and night since then he expected that. But for nearly two weeks now, nothing happened.

He never was told from day to day what was going to happen or not happen, so he began each of those days in fear - though Curt thought he successfully hid that from his tormentors - until the day ended. It still didn't dawn on Curt that the rest periods he would have in the facility would always be deliberate intervals to prepare him for the next ordeal - not just random moments, to make his reactions fresh and strong as if he never experienced a similar ordeal. That first and so far only long horrible ordeal after he was abducted terrified Curt who never knew as each day began whether they would come to him for the next ordeal and torment.

The edging - something he never really knew about before his abduction - and the post-o.r.g.a.s.m torment which he never before had experienced - went way beyond anything Curt had ever encountered in his life. It went far beyond his ability to withstand any of it. He wouldn't admit that to his tormentors. His hatred for them grew each moment and day they kept him imprisoned. As days passed his hatred increased as did his determination to escape, though he realized that would be difficult. But every moment he always looked around each room he was taken to, for doors, windows, and other avenues of possible escape.

Still, for all his macho straight frat boy college athlete bravado that he still displayed Curt was scared, even terrified. This abduction was no ordinary kidnapping by amateurs. This was professional - and more disturbing, something that clearly had been going on for quite some time with the participation of hundreds, perhaps thousands of rich people. But he didn't know what to make of it. His tormentors' single minded prolonged assault on his body that first night for hours and hours made resistance impossible because they never let up, they never stopped. They proved time and again on that first day after he was abducted that they could easily make his body respond against his will and force him to c.u.m despite his complete revulsion to what they were doing.

Before his abduction he didn't think that would be remotely possible. He was straight - he was repulsed by male to male s.e.x. He would have thought as he believed when they first laid their hands and fingers on him, that faggots could not even get his d.i.c.k hard - never mind forcing him to shoot out a load, then another and then another and another. Impossible.

They seemed to know where and when that his breaking point was reached and then simply continued past it. That was the terrifying part that he found impossible to fight - their single minded intensity of tormenting him that was prolonged, without any discernible ending, with the tormenting that continued on and on. How could you fight that - how could he withstand something that never ended Curt thought, terrified at the memory, though another voice in his brain telling him to "man up".

Of course, the torment would eventually end - until the next ordeal that he would eventually face - but the prolonged tortures they would inflict next, he knew would likely last hours and hours - always long, always torturous, always far beyond his tolerance, that would, as it did that first day after his abduction, drive him to the edge and over of insanity. He hated his tormentors and still vowed to make them pay for every moment of misery they inflicted on his body. He hated that faggot creep of a neighbor that was the catalyst for his abduction. Yeah, he wasn't directly responsible, but his stalking him with the cameras, forced him to leave sooner than he had planned. That early departure led to some unwise decisions that he made, he realized.

But that f.u.c.kin creep - all because of him Curt thought bitterly.

Curt vowed to himself that he would get out of this place and make each and every person who tormented him - including that faggot neighbor who stalked him with that camera - pay dearly for what they have done to him. Those bravado thoughts allowed him to sleep and to keep the other thoughts at bay of sheer panic and terror of whatever ordeals his tormentors planned from overwhelming him.