Thread: I Only Send Blackmail

Ken Foster was the picture perfect son to his parents. He was a straight 'A' student and the Student Council President at school. Not to mention the fact that he also volunteered on the weekends at the local hospital where his parents worked as doctors and took care of his younger brother Daniel if the older adults were called in to work at night. Not that Daniel really needed looking after since he was only one year younger than him. Despite the fact that both his parents worked at the hospital, they were not rich since neither of them happened to that great at what they did and only made a decent living from their salaries. This only inspired Ken to grow up faster so he could get a job and help take the stress off them, at least when it came to money. Coming! He called out upon hearing the doorbell and knock at the door. Opening it, he saw Damien standing there. He tilted his head to the side. His unspoken question was answered when the boy introduced himself and he blinked at the last words of the first sentence. Excuse me? Ken wasn't entirely sure he had heard that right. But when Damien continued to threaten him by cutting his balls off and held up the knife, the redhead paled. He tried to slam the door but the other male shoved his foot in between the door and the frame, preventing that from taking place. Go away! Ken exclaimed, backing up from the door but stopped when he heard his brother call down from the stairs, asking who was at the door. If he ran now, Damien would probably enter and then the two of them would be in danger. Did he really want to risk putting Daniel in danger too? But at the same time he didn't want to let the other boy use his body either. The thought was too scary to even consider. I-it's a friend, Daniel. I'll be back later tonight... He managed to call out, not taking his eyes off Damien and then reluctantly and nervously made his way out of the door, closing it behind him. Don't go after my brother... Ken pleaded as he was ushered to Damien's car and let his cell phone be taken from him and locked in the glovebox of the vehicle. They drove for a time and when they finally reached their destination, the redhead winced as Damien grabbed him by the arm and then pushed him into his classmate's house. He stumbled, almost losing his balance and then looked around at the sparse furnishings of the place. Before he could say anything, Damien tied his wrists behind him and then tied them to the pole behind the couch, forcing him to his knees in the process. Ken felt his heart pounding a million miles a minute and blanched upon seeing the gag coming. But it was forced into his mouth regardless of his fear of it and then fingers were at his waist. Why had he been chosen?! He struggled, trying not to let Damien take his pants off but lost the battle in the end and soon his lower half was bare. Stop! The unfortunate victim exclaimed, the word muffled by the cloth in his mouth, as Damien spread his legs with rope and kept them forced apart to display his vulnerable hole to the air. Ken's chest heaved up and down as he heard pictures being taken behind him and a few tears sprang to his eyes. The eighteen year old's body jerked upon feeling a wet tongue at his entrance and he gasped at the foreign feeling of pleasure that washed over him. What was this?! He let out a muffled cry of surprise when his ass was slapped and then kneaded and was given a brief respite when Damien got up to find the leather whip. However, when the whip descended upon his skin Ken shrieked, not liking pain at all and if the cloth hadn't been in his mouth it probably would have hurt Damien's eardrums. It wasn't that Damien had been particularly strong with the whip but rather the fact that it didn't take much pain to cause Ken to freak out. Let me go... He managed to whimper.