Spider's Game

Chapter One

Jack could feel the headache pounding in his head spread down his neck and shoulders into his numbed arms. He felt like he had finally gone and just fell asleep on the tiled floor of the kitchen, not even bothering to find his bedroom or the couch. Barely half-awake, he tried to roll over and continue to sleep in a post-school haze, but the jagged pain arching through his shoulders when he tried to move made his eyes open with a grunt of pain.

He didn’t recognize this room. This wasn’t his mom’s or his dad’s, and when he tried to sit up his arms and legs didn’t move. They were held tight in place that had completely numbed his hands and feet. Were those fucking ropes? Jack strained and squirmed, little moans of pain escaping as his muscles protested.

His mind raced to try and figure out where the hell he was. His geometry teacher had let them out, and Jack had ripped off his uniform’s tie as soon as he passed the gate per usual. He had walked past the closer corner drug store, because the asshole attendant would only let two kids in the store at once so the line was always out the door, and gone to one several blocks away because none of the other students went there. He had snagged his usual after school soda and bag of cheetos, and he could taste the cheese powder when he licked his lips.

But he couldn’t remember anything else.

“Fuckfuckfuck-“ he cursed under his breath, because his brain had finally assessed that whatever happened, this was not a place he wanted to be. His wrists were tied to his opposite elbow, bent behind his back and pulling on his shoulders. His ankles had been lashed together and then tied with a short length to rope wrapped around his thighs, giving him no slack except a few aborted kicks. There was no way to stand up. “Shit!”

“It’s about time you woke up.” The voice made Jack jerk with surprise. His whipped his head around as far as he could, and noticed a bed behind him. A man was lounging on the edge, broad shouldered and thick armed, a faint trace of amusement on his face.

“What the fuck is this? Where am I?” Jack demanded, trying to squirm around to get a better view of the guy.

“Your language is something we are definitely going to have to work on,” The man stated calmly, and nudged Jack’s back with a leather shoe. “I won’t stand a vulgar mouth.”

“You bastard, let me go!” Jack snapped. The pin and needle feeling in his limbs was getting horrible, and he had no clue how long he had been tied up.

The stranger stood, and Jack noted he loomed well above his dad. He calmly undid the buttons on the cuffs of his dress shirt and began to roll them up. “I guess it’s time for your first lesson.”

The backhand to Jack’s cheek came suddenly and almost slammed his head back into the cold tile. Jack’s vision swam and he tasted blood. His headache screamed in protest as a faint cry escaped.

Jack felt hands on him, lifting him like he weighed nothing as he was tossed onto the bed with a bounce face-down. He was only vaguely aware through the pain in his head that his legs were being unbound, and pulled apart. The cramped muscles shot arcs of pain, worse than any soccer match aches.

“Your life has just had a significant change,” Jack heard from behind him as he was pulled to the edge of the bed by his dead-weight legs. “You belong to me now. Your body? Mine. Your mind? Mine. Your feelings, your pain, your pleasure? All mine. Nothing is yours now. It may take a little while for you to grasp that.”

“What,” Jack asked hazily, and tried to kick at his captor. His leg made a funny jiggle, but was caught and stretched out to the side. Something wrapped around his ankle, and he couldn’t move his leg anymore. “Hey-!” The same was done to the other leg, stretching him apart so he couldn’t stand up even with his feet on the floor. His ass stuck over the side of the bed.

A sudden sense of dread struck him.

His kidnapped had continued talking in a smooth, calm voice. “You will believe that, and know your place soon enough. It will be hard on you, but it doesn’t have to be unbearable. Understand?”

“No,” Jack grunted, struggling to stand up. He was so off balance he couldn’t even flop. “No no no-“

“You see, I think you’re a very pretty boy.” Fingers stroked through his hair. “But pain makes even repulsive people attractive. So you will be breathtaking.” The fingers moved down to his neck, and pressed on a point behind Jack’s ear.

Jack shrieked as hot needles were pressed into the spot and spread in fire from there. He jerked violently to escape, but there was no where to go. He fought against the nausea as the fingers moved and a hand stroked down his back, fingering along the ropes and bound arms. “I am going to torture you. A lot. I will mark you, and I will hurt you. You will wind up begging me to kill you. But I won’t, and you won’t be able to kill yourself. Even that escape has been stripped from you.” The hand tugged at the waistband of Jack’s uniform slacks. “You’re going to be with me for a long, long time. If you’re good, and obedient, maybe someday you’ll learn to love the pain. And you’ll be happy.”

“Don’t touch me you sick bastard!” But the words came out with less strength than Jack hoped. He felt cold metal slide into his waistband, and with a snipping sound, his pants sliced open. “No-NO!”

“Scream all you like, my pet. No one is going to hear you.” His pants were stripped away into rags and tossed aside. His briefs were quick to follow, as Jack shrieked in protest. A hot weight pressed against his backend and along his back as his captor leaned over to whisper hot in his ear. “And I love your fear.”

A hand pressed against Jack’s ass, massaging the almost-non-existent padding before sliding along the crack. “One day, you will give yourself willingly to me, because your pain will sometimes stop for a little while.” Jack trembled as fingers found their target.

“Don’t-“

A finger pressed in, and Jack howled.

“You bastard! You bastard! Let me go! Stop it!”

“I would dry fuck you,” the man continued on casually, thrusting his finger deeper into the teenager’s ass. “But I don’t intend to damage you beyond repair.”

The finger withdrew, and Jack was on the verge of tears as the true realization of his situation hit him. He was a teenager – he was supposed to be at soccer practice – he wasn’t gay – he was still trying to convince Jen to let him go to third base – he – 

Jack screeched as something far larger than a finger pressed against his entrance. He thrashed, and his struggling helped force the lube-slick dick into him. Jack’s screams multiplied.

“NO! Don’t do this to me, Stop, Don’t- Don’t!”

“It’s okay pet,” came the hushing reply, as a violent thrust shoved Jack deeper into the bed. Jack choked for a second at the sudden burst of pain. “Remember, you are mine now.”

Jack kept screaming. His kidnapper’s dick was huge, thick and long inside him. All he could feel was pain. The thrusts came sharp and snapped, hammering Jack against the bed. Eventually Jack’s screams gave way to choking sobs, and all he could think about was the pain.

His captor grunted and stilled, a few shallow thrusts finishing him off. Jack’s hands clenched behind his back and he hid his face in the bedcovers. The dick stayed in Jack for a little while, the sharp stabbing pain giving way to a throbbing one as Jack wondered if he could bleed to death from his ass.

“You bastard.” It came out as a pathetic whimper, harsh against Jack’s sore throat.

There came a sigh, and the man pulled out of Jack and stepped back. “I’m going to have to punish you now.”

Jack’s head snapped up as he stared, watching the man wipe blood, semen and shit off his dick before tucking it back into dress slacks. “That wasn’t punishment enough?” Jack was surprised to hear the hysteria in his voice.

The man laughed, then moved to untie Jack’s legs and haul him up by his arms. ““Your bad language has to stop. You are to only call me Master or Sir.” The teen’s knees couldn’t support him, so he ended up being carried with one hand positioned between his legs and squeezing his softened dick. “You didn’t know any better, but I won’t let ignorance be an excuse.”

Jack was set on a high table, legs quickly cuffed to be spread open on the table before he could try to kick. Cuffs were attached around his wrists before he was untied. Jack squirmed as blood rushed back into his arms and fingers, but they felt boneless as his arms were stretched above his head and locked down. “You may always beg for mercy,” the man continued as he worked, “And scream out your pain. But you will call me Master or Sir when you do it.”

“Go to hell.” Jack felt moisture sliding out of him while his captor cut away his uniform’s sweater vest and shirt.

“And you are not to swear,” The man added, and suddenly the table started to tilt. Jack’s head went down and his feet went up, stopping at an angle that was awkward for Jack to lift his head from. “Now say, ‘yes Master’.”

“Fuck you,” Jack said dizzily as blood rushed to his head.

The man merely shrugged, and grasped Jack’s balls. Before Jack could shriek, they were twisted sharply. A high scream escaped instead.

“Language, pet,” the man scolded lightly, and eased his grip, just to twist them the other way.

“Stop!”

“ ‘Stop, Master’,”  came the patient reprimand, and a sharp slap to the still contorted flesh. Jack screamed again as several slaps followed, legs and arms jerking against the cuffs and head trying to slam against the table. The grip eased again. “I’m not asking very much. Just say it.” Then the sack was sharply pulled, twisting both ways, and Jack screamed as a band was wrapped around the extended flesh. “I really should just take these off,” the man continued conversationally, with a harsh slap and squeeze. “So you’ll never lose your high voice and boyish features. But then I can’t punish you with them. Such decisions to make to my pet.”

Jack’s screams pitched. Just say it, just say it! The pain grew worse with every slap, pinch, and twist. He could see his balls were turning an ugly shade of red, and the band separating them from his body was getting tighter as they swelled.

Then without consent of his conscious mind, Jack cried out. “Master! Stop! Master, please, please stop!”

The pain dropped back to a growling burn in an instant, and Jack went slack with relief as a sob escaped. “See how easy that was pet? How satisfying it is to be good? Now, say it again.”

Jack sobbed at his weakness. The pause caused his torturer to grasp and twist his balls again. “MASTER!” he shrieked.

His master smiled, satisfied. The table tilted again, past even to where Jack was now upright. Blood rushed from his face, and he gasped for air like he had been choking. “Good boy,” his master crooned, and stroked Jack’s hair like a dog. “What do you call me?”

“M-master...”

“And what do you not saying?”

That took a moment more of thinking. “B-bad words.”

His master frowned. “Bad words…?” he trailed off, and moved to grab Jack’s abused balls again.

“Master!” Jack gasped, jerking in his restraints. “Bad words, Master!”

“Good boy. Very good boy.” His master smiled, and Jack could see the cruelty there. He took Jack’s balls in hand anyway, earning a shriek from the captive boy, and attached a heavy weight to the band.

Jack screamed when his master let go and the weight yanked on the bruised ballsack. “I said Master! I said Master!” Jack screamed.

“I know,” His master returned to stroking Jack’s hair. “But let’s make sure you learn your lesson. That is a vibrator. It will go off every fifteen minutes.” He tugged on Jack’s platinum blonde locks, tilting the boy’s head back to observe the streaky tears there. “Each time, I want you to repeat your lesson out loud as long as it vibrates.”

“Please,” Jack sobbed, certain the weight was getting heavier by the second. “Please, please, m-master-“

“And to make it easier on you later…” His master stepped aside for a moment, collecting something from a little table nearby. “I’m going to pump your ass with a dildo to stretch you.”

Jack couldn’t stop the guttural cries as his master pawed around his abused entrance for a moment, before the small-ish dildo slipped in easily. His master began to squeeze the pump, and in a few squeeze Jack could feel the pressure inside against the raw flesh.

He gasped out with each pump until his master was satisfied, and let the pump drop to hand obscenely between Jack’s legs. “You can consider this very small,” his master informed him, a hand idly playing with Jack’s dick. Jack couldn’t believe that, the plug inside him felt huge. Then the vibration started, rattling against the binding on his balls and making him choke in pain. “Your lesson, pet,” his master warned.

“Master!” Jack felt something inside him curl up and die. “Master! I call you Master, and -and- no bad words!”

The vibrating continued while his master smirked and stroked him. Jack just kept babbling, near incoherent, until the vibrating came to a blissful stop. The weight felt heavier than ever, and the dildo was horribly uncomfortable and the constant pain-

“Good boy. Now, continue, until you learn your lesson.”

“NO!” Jack couldn’t believe this. He couldn’t be subjected to this torture. His privates couldn’t take any more of this. The angry look on his master’s face made Jack add, “No, master, no! I’ve learned my lesson.”

“I don’t think you have,” his master replied. He gave a playful swat to Jack’s dick, jostling his balls and the weight and causing a howl. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”