HURT BUT UNHURT

Gladly, I'm not yet dead. When I finally woke and felt the existence of life, my sight was blocked and everything was dark. I tried opening my eyes but couldn't feel them.

I lifted my hands to my eyes, and that is when I realized that I was tied to something and blindfolded. I kicked out my legs, they were free, but what use are they to me in this situation? I can't untie myself with my legs.

I made to scream but my throat was as dry as a rock, so I retired to moving and muffling sounds to attract whoever to rescue me.

I am certain I'm laid on a bed and tied to the bedpost for I can feel the softness of bedsheets on my back. The squeaks as I move and kick the air, tell me this may be a metal bed or a wooden weak one. I kept kicking and muffling until I got tired and decided to do a little thinking about my fate.

I don't know what I have done to deserve this. If it isn't what I have done, Who is doing this to me and why?

As much as I do not care to know my dad's kind of business, I am still sure out of trust in him that he wouldn't be doing anything risky, illegal, or dark that can put his family in danger. Otherwise, he wouldn't let my brother live so carelessly, I, so regardless, and my sister, who knows. We would have been guided daily by dozens of men in suits like I see in movies.

If anyone ever deserves to be kidnapped in my family, the top list should be James. For screaming sake, I have never trespassed in my life, why would anyone be interested in me?

Nobody knows about my relationship with the Waldeen family. I don't even bear that name in school to avoid being traced down to my origin. I made it known to my parents that I would bear my mother's maiden name, Bolt.

How can I bear Greg Waldeen when all I want is a quiet lifestyle??

Waldeen as a name is a bomb in everyone's ear. That name will confirm I am the second son of the mighty Peter Waldeen of the century.

I have been bearing Greg Bolt for all the years of reasoning, now, why am I being tied up like this?

Come to think of it, if this person knew I was Greg Waldeen, there is a chance I could have been treated like a king as they await the trillion of ransom they would impose on my parents.

I am in this situation because they must believe I am just a random schoolboy on the street. Ok, I killed myself.

Or am I being kidnapped for ransom by thugs that don't give a damn about my name?

Thinking back on my life, maybe I should regret living that low for nothing. I have lived most simply even to my death. If I am being kidnapped to be killed, it is a waste of me.

News of scholars being kidnapped and killed with their organs harvested has lately become the most terrific news in the country. Every single headline flashed before my dark sight.

I should have listened to the school management or my sister's chauffeur who always offered to drop me off every morning he saw me leaving our mansion.

I must have thought myself to fear as I felt my body trembling. I changed to a sitting position, crawled my legs up, and clung to my knees and I began to tear down my cheeks.

I moved to sit up as I heard footsteps approaching wherever it was I was being kept. The sound of the opening door was forceful and the footsteps louder. It was obvious they entered this room and I began to shiver uncontrollably.

"I told you Code, you will like him."

Someone spoke after seconds of silence and I know they are talking about me.

Like me? What is there to like?

"I..."

Another voice tried to speak up but was cut short by the first voice.

"C'mon Code, don't give me that look. We both gonna get what we want."

"He's..."

I am sure I still heard the second voice trying to object to whatever the first voice was trying to mean for I am totally confused. I haven't been this scared in my life before. Whatever it is they are bargaining for, it will not be in my favor. I should be terrified.

"Look at him baby, don't you want him now, you take him and I pay you... You want this money now, don't you?"

"But..."

Take me to where?

"You want the money! And all I need you is to want him too and we will be happy now," the first voice continued in between mocking laughs that sent more shivers down my body and I began to sob.

"Please, don't kill me." I begged amidst sobs and fear.

My voice was slim and cracked. I may not have been able to scream but I must use my voice to plead for my life at all cost.

"Don't kill me," I spoke again.

I smelt someone closer to me, a hand holding up my chin as he said...

"No no no, nobody wants you dead boy, he will just have a little fun with you, what do you say about that now, Code?"

Fun? What does he mean by that?

Even this fun doesn't sound fun to me. Oh, God! Will I die today?

"Code move on already, we must drop him off before anyone declares him missing now."

Drop me off? Oh! I won't be killed today, thank heavens!! Maybe they are not murderers. Are they thieves? Do they want money? I could tell them my father can provide as much as they want.

Just then, I heard someone's footsteps moving toward what I believe is the door.

"Don't be a pussy now Code!"

The steps halt.

"Ok ok ok...Three thousand!" Continued the only voice that had spoken so far.

Three what?? Am I being sold to slavery here? No, we have passed the era, I believe. And selling me won't guarantee them dropping me off.

I heard the crack of the door indicating it was being opened as the same voice shouted instantly,"Seven thousand, damn you Code!!"

Seven thousand what? Dollars, Euros, Pounds??

My heart is at the point of bursting, save me, God!

"No, please," was all I could mumble as I heard the footstep moving away from the door to me.

"Please, don't hurt me," I said, sobbing loudly as I felt the bed deepen out of extra weight on it minutes later.

"I..."

The stranger on the bed made to say something when he was cut off again by the voice which was the only thing that filled the room.

"We don't need the pleasantries now, do we?"

Just then, I felt this stranger's hands on me, unbuttoning my school jacket. He moved closer to my face, I know because his breath was an inch away from my nose as he stretched his hands on my wrist to untie me from the bedpost. I am not sure but I think he careless my sore wrist before pulling my jacket off my hands and soon, my shirt.

Are they trying to take a nude picture of me? is this the fun?

No no, it won't be good for my image or that of my family. I can't possibly be exposed this way.

"Please, don't hurt me. I will you give anything, money, more...please," I said particularly to the person on the person with me.

He stopped. And for a minute, I thought I had won my life.

"Don't be stupid Code. let him out of here and you will get nothing but cops after you."

"No...I..." I am determined to convince them that I won't involve any cop. I mean it.

"Quiet now, boy! I need this fun and not your money." The voice warned me.

"Get it done with, Code, I am becoming impatient."

The weight returned to the bed again. He struck my cheek and brushed my lips with a finger. I felt his breath on my neck as he murmured. "Shh!"

I don't need to be told anymore what the whole fun will be at this moment but what I don't understand is why I am only registering how gentle these hands are on me. Somehow, I felt my fear evaporate and refilled with curiosity. I strangely felt relaxed with this stranger on me.

"Code, you don't need all this ceremony now, you are making the boy comfortable," the first voice cautioned and I can sense the frustration in his tone.

Indeed, he is making me comfortable and, I can only hear a slight of my sob which is not out of fear. One thing I can tell is that the person on me doesn't want to hurt me even though he is going to hurt me soon, I know what he is up to.

He unzipped and pulled my trousers off me, leaving me with just my underwear, and honestly, I suddenly became shy rather than scared.

I can't remember being this exposed before anyone and here I am under this stranger, almost naked, and to the best of my knowledge before another person sitting or standing somewhere in this room while watching the whole thing.

"Tie him up again, Code, you don't want me losing the pleasure now, do you?"

Code or whatever this stranger's name is turned me to my stomach and tied me up again as he was ordered but not as tight as it was before. With my bare back facing him, he must have seen that blackish birthmark that is plastered just a bit above my shoulder like a map-like tattoo.

That birthmark is the only black item on my white skin and that makes it a thing of attraction once sighted by anyone.

Well, apart from family who has been opportune to see it maybe because they knew of it since my birth, the only person to have seen it was my brother's best friend, Lucky, who barged into my room without knocking during my brother's 16th birthday.

How lucky he was. Not only was he the first outsider to see my birthmark but also the only person apart from my brother to have entered my room. My room is strictly out of everyone's feet, not even Granny is loved enough to penetrate. My brother, yes, we share a relationship understood only by us.

This stranger touched the part I know full well had my bold printed birthmark as if he was taking a clear note of it. He smoothed that area and his touch felt gentle on my bare back.

He moved to my underwear and pulled it down to my ankle. He held my waist and lifted my lower body a little. Holding me still with a hand, I heard him unzipping his trousers, he kneed closer to me and I felt his rod on my buttocks and I tensed.

His being gentle doesn't erase the truth that I am close to being raped by him or that that thing on my thigh isn't capable of shredding my innocent hole.

I am not even gay. I have nothing against gays, I am just not one of them. Well, I don't like girls either, the reason I insist on going to a boy high school, unlike my brother. I don't think I like how clingy and flirty girls can be, it is irritating but that doesn't mean I want to end up with a guy.

I felt him move closer to me, every movement he makes is being noted by the squeak from the bed. I felt his face close to my ear as I heard him whisper to my ears. "Relax."

A command or comfort? I am not sure but, his voice as soothing as it is didn't stop me from shutting my eyes under the blindfold and awaiting the most painful experience of my life.

Being in a same-sex high school made it easy to know a lot about gays. We have numerous dating boyfriends in my school and I do hear them talk about the hell experiences of the bottoms during their first time which is when I decided to be the top and not the bottom like this if I ever began to fancy gay life.

"What are you waiting for, Code?"

At a point, I have forgotten we have company in the room. I do not understand his part of the deal to watch me get raped or if he will join in the whole escapade. Am I to be raped by these guys? I began to get scared at the thought of it.

"Argh!" I screamed painfully as I felt a sharp pain in my butt."It hurts."

The whole hell experience wasn't a tale after all for I have started my journey to hell.

"Oh yes! Good boy, I need you to scream more."

This is the only voice that drives me insane here. How can a human sound happy when someone is in pain?

"I am sorry," the stranger on the bed said.

Sorry? Sorry? How can a rapist be apologizing?

His apology got to the wrong part of my heart and it broke into pieces. If he knew it would be this painful, why do it when he can't even stand it? If he is this weak, what does he expect me to be?

All I know is that he only wants the money he was offered, I was stupid to ever get comfortable with all this. I am dealing with a rapist and that's it.

"Relax." He said again.

Something about his voice made me sadder and this time, I began to sob with tears running down my cheeks afresh. I felt his movement and I knew he was coming on me again, I stiffened my body and awaited another round of pain.

"Argh..." I screamed even louder.

I felt him flinch on me again but didn't pull out as he did the first time. Instead, he held my waist tightly and clammed his full self into me.

The pain I felt sent shocks to my brain and I thought I was about to collapse when I heard the other voice in the room saying.

"Yeah, dig in Code, c'mon now."

If only we didn't have this company in here, it could have all gone softer.

Code began to move his waist in and out of me slowly. Somewhere, I started looking for the pain I felt earlier to no reach, all I feel now is my body welcoming the rapist. I felt my whole adjusting to the new change elastically and my brain couldn't stop thinking it felt good.

I felt his hand on my shoulder as he pulled me upright and easily pushed me closer to him with the other hand on my waist. I heard him moan in this new position and just like him, I felt better.

I lapped my mouth tightly to subdue any other sound that was not of pain but I failed drastically. I opened my mouth to sob louder but a moan escaped out of my will.

"Do not pleasure him Code, I need him in pain."

Said the only rapist in this room. I heard him unzipping and my heart crumbled. Perhaps, he is about to take over. He is going to show this Code how to eat a prey.

I focused on the sound of the zipper, picturing what this voice was about to do to me when Code's unexpected hard thrust brought me to gasp.

The pleasure I felt a while ago disappeared immediately as Code clung to my waist and pounded in all might. His moans became deeper and this tells me he was after a satisfaction. He deepened his rod at every thrust and I cried in pain.

"Please, stop...please."

The pain was becoming unbearable and I couldn't withstand it anymore.

"Ahh! Mmm, that's it Code. Yes, yes...Ahh!"

The only rapist in the room moaned loudly and I began to wonder what exactly he is doing now.

Code hasn't reduced his furious bounce into me despite my pleas.

"Fvck!" He moaned with gritted teeth and increased his tempo.

My body sort of adjusted to his rhythm and hard thrusts and everything was filled with both pleasure and pain and my brain was having a hard time making choices of the one to focus on.

All my ears could hear now was the sobs and moans of different persons. My tied hands clenched in pain. As the slapping of fleshing behind me turns louder, the bed vibrates under me as if shaken by an earthquake, and so is my body.

Every sound became faint, the moans, my sobs. I found my strength all taken away, my vision and awareness were about to be taken, and...

"Stop," I warned him. I am losing it. "Stop, please."

I pleaded but my pleas were lost in their loud moans. No one heard me, no one cared.

"Yess..."

And that was the last word I heard from whoever, before my brain finally shut down.