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The Bunker
Liam007
Day 1 - Part 1 with Noah Schnapp
Noah Schnapp was woken up by a shrill alarm sound.
For a second, he was just a bit irritated by the unknown sound of his phone.
But he quickly realized that this wasn't his phone. It was an ugly, high alarm sound that filled the whole room. He started up from his bed. Before he was even sitting, his irritation turned into heavy confusion. This was not his bed. He took a quick look through the room, that was unknown to him. It looked cold and empty. Apart from the small bed he was sitting on, there only was a massive wardrobe, a chair and a bucket. The room was brightened by a neon lamp on the ceiling but Noah didn't see a light switch anywhere.
He started thinking: Did he go somewhere yesterday? Has he gone to a friends house? Did his sister Chloe take him somewhere? He couldn't remember. He couldn't think at all with this screeching sound filing the room. Just as he stood up, the sound stopped and extreme silence took its place.
He was about to walk through the door of the room, when Noah realized that he was completely naked. Now he got anxious. He was sleeping naked at home, but of course not when he was away from home, at a friends place or something like that. Why was he naked? He ignored his morning wood and started searching for his clothes.
But a sudden feeling came over him, that he wouldn't find any of his clothes at this places that he didn't even know.
He took a closer look at the room. He opened the wardrobe to see if there was something he could hide his nudity with, but nothing. He took a quick look under the bed, nothing. When he turned around the chair, he sighed in relief. On a little pile, he found a tight boxer short, a sweatpant, a shirt and a pair of socks. Everything was green, which confused Noah even more, but he was simply reliefed that he had some clothes now. He put them on quickly and took a deep breath. He was a bit afraid and nervous finding himself in a totally weird situation that he couldn't explain himself. But he was determined to find out what happened and where he was. Surely, the answer to it was outside of this room.
Noah took another deep breath as he grabed the doorknob. He made sure his face was looking firm and then he vigorously opened the door.
His jawline dropped. That couldn't be. He tried again. And again. And again, now starting to furiously hammer against the door. It was no good - the door was locked.
He had a felling that this wasn't some weird prank or a crazy misunderstanding. Noah immediately knew that he was in danger.
He leaned against the door to catch his breath. He had read somewhere that one should calmly state facts to avoid a panic.
"I'm Noah Schnapp. I'm 17 years old." he whispered to himself.
"It's the year 2022. I play Will in Stranger Things. I live in Scarsdale, NY. I'm trapped in a room and I've got no fucking idea how I got here. Fuuuuck..."
It didn't help though. He panicked. For the first time since a guy leaked a half-nude pic of him when he was fourteen, Noah began crying.
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After some time, Noah had given up his thoughts about how this mess could have happened – he simply couldn’t remember.
The last thing he knew was that he was on his way home from a movie theater, were he saw some average comedy movie. He had no memory of arriving home, but also no memory of something happening to him. He realized that something had happened to him – he wasn’t here voluntarily, otherwise he would be able to remember it.
No, someone took him here. And this someone surely was not Noah’s friend.
This thought scared him shitless, but it also gave him a glimpse of hope. It meant, someone had to be on the other side of that door.
Noah didn’t know how long he was in that room. He had a horrible feeling for time even under normal circumstances, but here … There was no clock and the light was always the same. He couldn’t say for sure if he was there for minutes or already some hours. He figured it was about fifteen minutes ago when he felt the need to piss.
It was then when he realized what that plastic bucket was for, especially after he found toilet paper in it. This discovery made Noah freak out yet again. There was no way he would piss or shit in that bucket. He didn’t know if he could bring himself to do that - and even if he did: he wouldn’t want to keep the smell with him in the room.
Luckily it wasn’t quite urgent yet, but Noah knew that he might have to do it anyway if the situation wouldn’t change within the next hour or so.
He knew that he should probably feel hungry or thirsty, but this situation just made him stomach-sick. Noah was trying to distract himself from his full bladder, so he thought about his life on set of Stranger Things. He missed the friends he made there. Although they could be quite complicated at times, he always loved to be with them.
He became quite good friends with Millie, and after all this time, he still had a little crush on Finn. It’s not like he was all over him, but especially during the first two seasons, Finn was able to make Noah’s cock twitch when they made eye-contact. He wouldn’t tell him of course. Finn didn’t need to know that his face sometimes served Noah as inspiration when he was jerking off.
Noah remembered that one time, where Finn …
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A shrill alarm sound snapped him out of his thoughts.
Noah identified it as the same sound that woke him up a couple of hours (or have it just been minutes?) ago, but this time it was shorter and not that loud. Noah was quite sure that the sound came from within the light on the ceiling. Within two or three seconds, the sound was gone and the heavy silence was back. Noah wondered what that could mean. He was about to return to his memories of his life and Finn when a thought crossed his mind.
He stood up from the bed and walked through the small room. He touched the doorknob, almost tenderly, and listened for a few seconds.
He couldn’t hear a thing. He was preparing himself for a disappointment when he tried to open the door.
But he was right. The door opened easily.
A breath of relief escaped Noah Schnapp’s mouth. But this relief only lasted for a couple of seconds.
Then his mind braced himself for what would be outside of the door. Noah had a feeling, it wouldn’t be too great.
This time, Noah was wrong.
///
He didn’t know what he was expecting, but definitely not this:
He stepped onto a wide corridor that was illuminated by the same kind of light that Noah found in the room he was captured.
As he looked back, he realized that the door to that exact room was on the outside painted in the same shape of green as the clothes he had found.
To his right, he saw two doors at the end of the corridor. To his left, he saw the corridor going for some meters, seeming to lead into a big room. On his side of the corridor were another three doors, on the other side another four.
Noah counted: that made eight rooms – ten, if he counted the two doors at the end of the corridor to his right. They were all closed.
Noah took a closer look to the door directly in front of him. He noticed it was in pink colour. He let his gaze wander: apart from his green door and the pink one in front of him, the other six doors on the corridor to his left, each had a different colour. He saw blue, orange, yellow, purple, red and black. The two doors to his rights were white, just as the door from the room in which he woke up was from the inside.
Noah decided to move to his right and cautiously approached one of the white doors.
He was moving slowly and held his hands in front of his chest – like a boxer, waiting to attack whatever or whoever he might encounter. But he couldn’t hear or see another soul.
He was halfway expecting to find the door closed, but it opened.
To his surprise, Noah entered a big and luxurious bathroom. There were two marble sinks, a padded toilet, a spacious rainshower, even a bathtub bigger than the one he had at home. Noah took a close look at himself in the big mirror above the sinks. He looked alright. It was weird to see himself dressed in these weird green clothes, but he didn’t see any bruises or something like that in his face. He didn’t like that his face showed that he cried, so he washed it.
There also was a drawer cabinet with eight drawers, each drawer had a different colour. Noah identified them as the exact same colours the doors were painted in – green, pink, blue, orange, yellow, purple, red and black. For some reason, he automatically opened the green one, as green seemed to be his colour, given the clothes that he was wearing. The drawer contained two big towels, two small towels, a plastic cup with a toothbrush and toothpaste, a deodorant spray, a shampoo bottle, and a little plastic bag. Everything in it was as green as Noah’s panties.
He opened the little plastic bag and was left a bit stunned by the contents: a bottle of lube and a total of nine … no, ten condoms.
Noah became more and more confused. What was going on? Who made this place? How could he get here and not remember it? And why the fuck were there condoms in his drawer? Assuming that drawer even is mine, Noah reminded himself. He took a look in some of the other drawers – they were all equipped exactly the same, the only difference being that everything was in the respective colours.
He didn’t bother to do any of his usual personal hygiene other than to take a piss.
After that, he went out of this weirdly beautiful bathroom and entered the other room with the white door.
Again, Noah was baffled. He found a big kitchen, just as one would find it in the house of a wealthy family. Noah loved cooking and if the circumstances were different he would likely get excited to cook in here, but at the moment, he had other things going through his mind. He opened the fridge, which was richly filled with groceries, but he resisted the urge to have a quick snack. He needed to find out what was going on.
He took a good look through this kitchen. A smile crossed his lips when he saw the knife block.
“Hello there” he whispered as he pulled out the biggest knife without hesitation. He was still scared shitless but now he had something to defend himself with.
Noah’s euphoria didn’t last for too long, because when he turned around, he suffered the scare of his life and almost stabbed a little boy.
“Jesus Fucking Christ” Noah screamed. “What the fuck man!”
He looked into the face of a young boy who Noah estimated to be about twelve or thirteen years old. The boy was holding his hands at his chin like he was missing his stuffed animal within them and he was crying. Noah quickly realized that this little fella was hardly the person who brought him here.
As he looked at him, Noah could see in the boy’s eyes that he just recognized him. Noah has gotten used to being recognized in public so he knew that kind of face.
But much to Noah’s surprise, he also recognized this boy from somewhere.
“You…You’re N…Noah Schnapp…right?” the boy asked him, sniffling.
“Yeah” Noah said, lowering the knife. “Who are you?”
“I…I’m Iain.” the crying boy told him.
It took Noah another two seconds to make the connection. “Riiight, you’re the boy who plays Young Sheldon.”
Iain just nodded. Another tear ran down his cheek. “Where are we?” he asked the older boy. “What are we doing here?”
“I have no clue buddy… Have you been in one of the rooms?”
Iain nodded again. “The red one”.
Noah felt a bit stupid. He could have figured as much, as Iain was wearing the exact same outfit as himself, just in red.
“How long are you out of it?”
“Just a few moments, I came here because I heard something” Iain said. He was looking at the kitchen in amazement, as if he had just now realized where he was.
“Have you…”
Iain interrupted Noah. “Are we in danger?”
Noah took a deep breath and sighed. “Well, whatever is going on - it’s definitely not good.”
Iain wiped his face and seemed like regaining his composure.
“Wanna find a way out?” Noah asked him.
Iain looked at Noah, his eyes showing gratitude. He was relieved not to be alone. “Can you go first please, Noah?”
Chapter 2: Day 1 - Part 2 with Iain Armitage
Iain Armitage has never been so afraid in his whole life.
He woke up in bed that wasn’t his own, in a room that’s not his own. He woke up completely nude and was now wearing clothes that are not his own.
He had no idea how he got here. He knew that someone took him here and he knew this person was likely a bad person.
Iain was so scared that someone wanted to harm him.
Sometimes, he had read horrible stories online or seen it in the news of children that were kidnapped. He didn’t remember one of those stories ending happily.
Iain couldn’t explain what happened. The last thing he remembered was working on the fifth season of Young Sheldon.
He was walking to his trailer after he did a scene and then … nothing. Between this and being woken up by a loud, ugly alarm sound, his memory is completely empty.
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But Iain was relieved. Before he was able to leave his room, he feared he would be alone against the person responsible for his situation. Now he found Noah.
At first, he was only a bit irritated that he would find another famous child actor in this scary place. But the longer he thought about it, the more it worried him.
He may only be thirteen years old, but Iain was intelligent enough to realize this was a very bad sign.
Iain was embarrassed that he cried like a baby in front of Noah. His father has told him for a long time, that he shouldn’t be crying so fast, but Iain couldn’t help it – he was easily being scared and therefore easily made to cry. In this situation, even his Dad wouldn’t mind him crying. Still, Iain didn’t want to sob in front of Noah. He knew him for only a few moments now, but somehow Iain liked Noah. He was cool and Iain felt a bit safer with him.
Now, Iain was following Noah through the corridor. When they passed the room with the green door, that was halfway open, Iain glanced inside. It looked exactly like the room he woke up in. He watched Noah trying to enter all the other rooms on the corridor, but it seemed like they were all locked.
Iain quickly reached in his pants and moved his half-erect penis in a more comfortable position. He woke up with a very hard dick and – although he was that frightened – he hadn’t got totally limp yet. Iain had erections for over a year now, but only for the last few weeks did he had what was called (he found out online) morning wood on a regular basis.
A few weeks ago, Iain had dared to wank for the very first time. He only did it for a few seconds and nothing came, but he still liked the feeling. Only last week, he watched a porn video for the first time and he touched his dick while watching it, but sadly he wouldn’t get hard that evening.
In theory, Iain knew all about sexuality and masturbation but in reality he was too afraid to try it all out on himself. He didn’t even know why. But he often had fantasies of one day fucking a girl and Iain was sure that he was having such a fantasy again before he was cruelly woken up earlier today.
His small bulge was still visible when he entered that kitchen and met Noah, Iain knew. But in that moment he had other priorities than his damn willie.
He just hoped Noah didn’t see it.
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Iain was so distracted by his thoughts that he almost ran into Noah, who had suddenly stopped.
“What the hell…” he heard the older boy whisper.
Iain looked past him and saw what made Noah stop so abruptly.
At the end of the corridor five little stairs led into a huge room.
It was easily 100qm big and contained a large dining table with eight chairs to the right and two massive couch corners with a huge TV each.
But both boys ignored all that and instead walked straight onto what seemed like another door, an exit maybe.
When they got there, Iain could feel how Noah’s hopes went up.
“It’s an elevator, isn’t it.” he asked him.
Noah nodded, but he didn’t seem quite so happy anymore. He had searched for something and obviously hasn’t found it.
“There’s no button, is there?” Iain stated the obvious.
Noah turned around and looked at Iain with agony visible in his face. “There isn’t.”
After some moments of silence, Iain asked: “What does that mean?”
Noah thought about that for some time. Then he cleared his throat and said to the thirteen year old boy: “Well. I don’t see an exit. I have checked every door in this…building, or wherever the hell we are. It’s probably a bunker or something like that. There were no windows in the kitchen or in the bathroom. Trust me, I checked. If we assume that the coloured doors are all rooms like the ones you and I woke up in, then there is no other way out of here than this elevator. And as you can see there is no button here that could open this fucking door, Iain. So if you can’t open a steel door with your hands, I’d say that means we’re screwed. Big time.”
A tear has found its way to Noah’s cheek while saying that.
Iain looked at Noah with a mixture of horror and misery. He wasn’t used to hear people curse around him, but he felt miserable because Noah’s comments made the whole situation seem so hopeless. Iain didn’t want to believe that. He forced himself to fight back the tears and think of a solution.
While Noah started to roam around the giant, surprisingly cozy room, Iain sat down on one of the couches and thought.
But the more he thought about it, the more he had to agree with Noah Schnapp. There was no solution. They were trapped.
///
“So, what now?” Iain asked his fellow actor.
Noah didn’t respond for a long time. He kept walking through the room, as if he was trying to burn a hole into the carpet with his feet. Then, all of sudden, he stopped.
“Wait.” he whispered in Iain’s direction.
“We wait?” Iain asked.
“No, shush.” Noah whispered and showed him to be quiet.
After a few moments, Iain could hear it too: Voices coming from the corridor.
Iain hid himself behind a couch and watched as Noah carefully went up the stairs, with the big kitchen-knife in his hand, ready to stab.
A few seconds passed, then Iain heard Noah’s voice again.
“Well, this shit is getting better and better.”
A few more seconds passed, then Iain saw Noah coming back from the corridor. Behind him, he saw two other boys.
They looked strangely similar. Both had curly, blond hair, both were about 150 or 155 centimeters in height and both had very blue eyes.
Iain recognized them immediately. If the circumstances were different, he would have laughed. The boy dressed completely in pink was Roman Griffin Davis. The other one, wearing yellow was Walker Scobell. Iain could see in their eyes that they recognized him as well.
Iain felt bad about it, but he was somehow happy to see that the two boys had obviously cried as well. He wasn’t the only one at least.
Noah had come down and sat next to Iain on the couch, shaking his head in disbelief.
Walker and Roman slowly came down as well and looked around.
Walker shyly looked at Noah and asked: “What’s going on?”
Noah’s voice was shaky, but he managed a smile: “Sit down. I’ll tell you what we know.”
Chapter 3: Day 1 - Part 3 with Walker Scobell
Walker Scobell still couldn’t quite believe the situation. Just a few days ago he was cast in an amazing role as Percy Jackson in a new series. He just remembered being so happy about it, sitting in his garden while speaking with his The Adam Project co-star Ryan Reynolds on the phone, who wanted to congratulate him. Then the next thing he remembered was waking up in this bunker. He wondered if his parents were already looking for him.
Thinking of his parents made him tear up again, just as it did when he was alone in his room. Walker had cried like never before when he realized that something really really bad must have happened to him. What made the situation so horrible for him was that there was no explanation.
He had a brief glimpse of hope when he met the other three boys. Especially when he saw Noah Schnapp and Roman Griffin Davis, who he knew were both older than him.
He had hoped that they might be able to offer some explanations. But no. They were as clueless as he was.
Still, Walker was eager to pull himself together and not cry again. At least not in front of the other boys.
The four of them were sitting there in silence for a few minutes after Noah finished his report. Roman had gone to inspect the kitchen and the bathroom himself and when he returned, Walker could see in his eyes that Noah had told the truth.
///
“So…Why us?” Walker asked around.
It was Iain who responded. “You mean because we all are actors?”
Walker nodded. “Yeah. Why would someone put four child actors into this place?”
Noah snorted sarcastically. “Put us into this place?? Man, you can just say it, we were kidnapped. But I don’t know why.”
Walker’s eyes met Iain’s eyes. The two thirteen-year-olds both looked very sad.
Walker could see a deep fear in the other boy’s eyes and he wondered if his own eyes showed the same fear.
“Eight.”
Walker looked to Roman, surprised that the quiet boy had said something for the first time since they entered which was supposed to be the living room of this bunker.
“What?” he asked him.
Roman returned Walker’s gaze. “Eight. I mean, it’s quite obvious, isn’t it?”
Noah nodded. “Yep, I thought the same already.”
Iain was confused. “What is it?”
Walker had realized it too now, so he responded to young Iain.
“There are eight coloured rooms in the corridor. The table right there has eight chairs. We’re not four, we’re most likely eight.”
“Well, that would make me number five then, I figure.”
The four boys simultaneously turned around to the voice on the stairs.
///
“You’re Dylan Kingwell.” Iain gasped, having recognized the 17-year old actor from The Good Doctor, one of his favourite tv shows.
“I am.” Dylan replied with a look of utter confusion on his face when he realized the four other boys he overheard a few seconds ago were all fellow child actors.
Walker watched Dylan, clothed in orange, walking down the stairs and examine the room.
“Well that’s something.” he heard the Canadian say to himself. “Do you know something?” Dylan asked around.
Walker was impressed by how calm Dylan seemed to be. He wasn’t unworried at all but he behaved somewhat confidently.
///
Walker Scobell didn’t listen for Noah explaining the situation again. Instead, he wandered around the giant living room and took some closer looks. The dining table was made of brown wood. Above the table on the wall there was a clock, Walker suddenly realized. It was 09: 23 am. The two couches on the left side of the stairs both were made of black leather. Each couch corner had a massive TV that stood on a cupboard with some drawers. He opened them all and found a DVD player with a ton of DVDs (quite old-school, Walker thought), the newest XBOX with four controllers and a lot of games, even two steering wheels like the one Walker had at home to play racing games. The only thing he didn’t find was a remote to turn on the TV. Not that he wanted to watch TV right now in this fucked-up situation, but Walker wondered what good this whole stuff was if one couldn’t turn on the TV. He then checked the cupboard of the other TV, but he found exactly the same in it as in the first one.
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Looking at the two steering wheels gave Walker a little flashback. It could only have been two or three weeks ago when he was playing a racing game with a girl from his school in his room. They were both sitting on Walker’s bed and the girl – her name was Fiona – leaned more and more onto Walker. Walker hasn’t had any experiences with girls yet but he jerked off a lot since he was eleven years old and it wasn’t that hard to get him hard. So of course, he had a full erection in a matter of seconds due to the physical contact with Fiona. She wasn’t even particulary pretty, Walker didn’t fancy her – she was just a friend. But still, the contact gave him goosebumps and a massive boner.
He measured it from time to time so Walker knew that his cock currently had 5,5 inches when he was fully erect. Walker knew that this was rather average, but he hoped he might still get bigger until he was a grown-up. But even those 5,5 inches weren’t that easy to hide. Suddenly the girl had stood up as she wanted to go get something to drink, but when she stood up, her hand brushed a little over his bulge, which made Walker inhale sharply. Fiona acted like she didn’t notice it and they never spoke of it, but Walker was convinced she had done it on purpose. This came the closest to a sexual experience that Walker Scobell had ever made in his young life.
The following night Walker had jerked off to this experience and for the first time his cum came squirting (and not running as before) out of his penis.
Walker remembered that this made him especially happy that night and that he had planned to invite Fiona once more over to his house to see what would happen.
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The memory on where he was and how much in trouble he was caught up with him, so Walker closed the drawer of the cupboard and focused on the four boys sitting on the couch. It seemed like Dylan Kingwell had been given all the information by now.
“I know, I was in the kitchen and the bathroom myself before I came down here.” he just said as Walker directed his attention towards the group again.
“What you doing with that knife by the way, Noah?” Dylan asked.
“Well, I wanted something to fight with. But I guess whoever’s responsible for this shit is not in here with us.” Noah replied, his head pointing to the elevator.
“I think so too.” Dylan said.
It was obvious that the two older boys had taken the leadership of this strange group. Walker was thankful for that. They were both 17 and Walker was clever enough to realize that it was more realistic for the two of them to come up with a solution than it was for Iain, Roman and him. Iain and himself were only thirteen years old, and Iain was still visibly upset with the situation, fighting to hold back the tears. Roman seemed like an intelligent boy, but Walker couldn’t quite assess how old and how mature he was.
No, Walker knew that for now his best course of action was to trust the two older guys to come up with something. But deep down he knew, that this would take some time.
And they needed more information …
The five boys sat there in silence, knowingly that another three boys would most likely show up within the next minutes.
They also knew that they would most likely recognize them as fellow child actors.
“Do you think there will be girls?” Roman suddenly asked.
“Are you horny or what?” Dylan asked him jokingly, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere.
Roman blushed, obviously embarrassed by the comment. “No..I just…I…”
“Relax, man.” Dylan said to him, patting his back.
“I was just kidding. I know what you mean, I had the same question in my mind already. But we won’t know, before we know, right?”
Roman nodded in response. “Well if we’re stuck here, they better bring some girls.” he then said, now jumping at Dylan’s joke in a shy manner.
Dylan smirked at him. “See, that’s the spirit.”
The other boys weren’t quite in the mood for jokes, so they kept quiet.
The group sat there for a while.
From time to time, someone stood up and wandered around the room, but then they would just sit there and wait for the other boys to come.
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And it happened as expected.
Walker looked at the clock and saw that it was 09:39 am when the sixth boy joined the group.
It was Jacob Tremblay, the 15-year old acclaimed actor, wearing blue.
The whole procedure repeated itself as Jacob was asking all the questions to which the other boys had no answers.
Walker found it interesting to see that Jacob seemed more angry than frightened. His face showed no sign that he had wept.
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Another ten minutes later, Walker saw the complete opposite. The seventh boy that came down the stairs was dressed in purple. Walker immediately recognized him as Jackson Robert Scott. He was still crying when he met the other boys and wouldn’t stop with it, even when Noah started consoling and caressing him to calm down. It took him some minutes to stop crying. Walker knew that this young boy was his age, but he looked much youger than himself and still like a kid from elementary school.
“I’m…I’m Jackson by the way” he sniffled after he calmed down a little.
Walker gave him an encouraging smile. “We know.”
“One to go.” Noah whispered after a while, to which nobody answered.
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But nothing happened.
They sat there for another fifteen or twenty minutes, but there was no number eight coming.
After a while, Dylan walked back into the corridor. When he came back, he announced: “The black room is still closed.”
Another ten minutes passed, in which the seven boys were wandering around the bunker, inspecting everything. After a while, they decided to just sit down in front of the black door to wait until someone would come out. Nothing was said, as there was nothing to say. The only thing Walker heard was some muffled crying and sniffling from Jackson and Iain. Walker was a bit proud of himself that he could deal better with this nightmare than the two other boys his age.
Then, all of a sudden, Walker heard a light sound. Like a Bing. At first, he thought he just imagined it, but Roman’s head had snapped as well.
“Did you hear that?” Roman asked around.
“I did.” Walker whispered. Then he heard it again. Bing.
Now, the other boys had heard it too.
“That was…” Walker began.
“…the elevator!” Iain finished the sentence.
The seven boys abruptly stood up and were about to storm down the stairs again, but Dylan held them back.
He put a finger on his lips and shushed them. “Noah, you have the knife?” Dylan then whispered.
Walker suddenly realized that Dylan was right. Maybe, whoever was responsible for their kidnapping was in this elevator. And Walker would love to see this person stabbed right now. He could see in the faces of the boys that they felt the same way.
Meanwhile, Noah Schnapp gave the knife to Dylan Kingwell.
Still whispering, Dylan told the group: “I’ll go down. If I shout, just come running down and prepare to fight okay?”
The group nodded in agreement. They were scared shitless, but they knew they didn’t have any alternative.
Walker admired Dylan for his bravery. He watched Dylan carefully glancing around the corner, then making the first step onto the stairs.
And another one, and another one. After a few moments, Walker couldn’t see Dylan anymore.
///
A few seconds passed.
Walker couldn’t bare the tension. After another few seconds of silence, Walker suddenly became hopeful. Maybe the elevator was empty and they could all just go home…
But this hope was destroyed when he heard Dylan moan in annoyance.
“For fuuuuucks sake…Daaamn…You can come down, guys.”
Walker ran down the stairs so fast, he almost fell.
Dylan was standing inside the elevator, which made a weird picture. This 17 year old boy, completely dressed in orange clothes, inside this grey cabin of steel.
Walker glanced inside. No buttons as well. Still, there was a glimpse of hope for Walker. Maybe, just maybe, the elevator would move automatically when they just went inside.
But he realized that this wouldn’t happen, when he met Dylan’s eyes.
He wasn’t hopeful. He wasn’t sad. He wasn’t afraid. He was furious.
Then Walker’s gaze caught the object that was in Dylan’s hands. It was a white envelope. Dylan stepped out of the elevator, which immediately closed behind him. Dylan ignored that. Instead he just held up the letter.
The group collectively groaned when they saw the envelope.
“Oh fuck” Walker heard Noah whisper.
The white envelope was labeled with blue ink in a very clean handwriting.
It read: WELCOME TO THE BUNKER
Chapter 4: Day 1 - Part 4 with Jacob Tremblay
Boys involved:
Green: Noah Schnapp, 17
Red: Iain Armitage, 13
Yellow: Walker Scobell, 13
Pink: Roman Griffin Davis, 15
Blue: Jacob Tremblay, 15
Orange: Dylan Kingwell, 17
Purple: Jackson Robert Scott, 13
Hello my cute little boys!
Let's just state some facts: You are seven boys captured in the little bunker I created for you. I made it nice and cosy for you boys - you're welcome. You may wonder who I am, but that doesn't matter for now. You will find out eventually my darlings, I promise.
So here's how things will work from now on:
Every morning you will be woken up at 07:45 am by the alarm sound you encountered today for the first time. Then you will be given another fifteen minutes in your rooms to get dressed, to cry, to do whatever the hell you like. When you hear the alarm for the second time, your door is unlocked and you must go out. Today, I opened the doors a bit time-delayed but from tomorrow on, they will all open at the same time. I don't give a shit about what you do during the day, but you have to spend it outside of your room. At 9:45 pm you will hear the alarm sound again which signals you to get into your rooms (alone!). At exactly 10:00 pm the doors to your rooms will be closed and locked automatically. They will not open again until 08:00 am on the next day. If you need to go to the toilet during the night, there's a bucket.
As I said, during the day you are free to do whatever you like.
You just have to follow four simple rules:
- A) You will immediately leave your rooms at 08:00 am when the doors unlock. You will leave your rooms fully dressed in the clothes prepared for you.
- B) You will be in your rooms on your own at 10:00 pm before the doors lock. You will not take anything inside the rooms.
- C) You will not enter your room between 08:00 am and 09:45 pm.
- D) Don't do things to the bunker or to each other that I wouldn't want you to do. Use your common sense to know what's meant with that.
And make no mistake: If you do not follow these rules, you will be punished.
Having said that, I think it is appropriate to make a tiny confession: The whole bunker is equipped with hidden cameras. Trust me boys: I will see anything.
The only exception are your rooms and the bathroom. Trust me, that was a hard thing to decide for me. I would love to see your sweet, innocent and nude bodies under the shower but I realize you need at least a bit of privacy. Moreover, I already enjoyed the beauty of your bare boy bodies when I undressed you last night before I layed you in your beds. Wasn't that beautiful ? A shame none of you will ever remember that.
Aaaaaahhhh. Now you get the point, right ??? You realize now what you are here for ?
Here's another tiny confession: I desire you all. In a sexual way.
My cock is inconceivably hard while I'm writing these lines and imagine what I will do with you during the next days and weeks. And yeah, I realize I'm a sick piece of shit, bla bla bla ... I don't give a fuck about what you think of me - I will enjoy this with all my heart and dick !
So, what's going to happen in The Bunker ?
Starting tomorrow, I will give you some tasks. I don't want to give anything away, but they will contain some dirty, dirty stuff. Don't be afraid: You won't see me in person for quite some time. Still, there are things you can do with one another. I mean, I could just come down here, seduce you and rape you. But that wouldn't be any fun.
Now, here's the fun part. You don't have to do it. But I figure some of you want to get out of this bunker ...
What ? I didn't tell you the good news ? My bad, boys ...
Well, the good news is: You don't have to be in here forever. There is a realistic opportunity for you to get out of here.
You just need to please me ...
One of you boys will be allowed to get out of The Bunker after seven days.
Another one will be allowed to get out of The Bunker after eleven days.
Two more boys will be allowed to get out of The Bunker after sixteen days.
One more boy will be allowed to get out of The Bunker after twenty-one days.
And one last boy will be allowed to get out of The Bunker after twenty-eight days.
So, after four weeks, there will be only one boy remaining. And let me put it that way: You don't want to be that boy. Don't get me wrong. I won't come down here and do horrible things to the last boy remaining. No. I will just leave. The remaining boy will just stay in The Bunker alone. And when the food supplies run out, you will wish that you had done all the dirty stuff that you were asked to do ...
So, my gorgeous little boys. Four weeks max in here. Is the game clear? (I almost came writing down these lines. Boys, we will have fun. At least I will...)
Somewhere in the kitchen you can find a pad of paper and a pen. If you wish to communicate with me, just write a note and put it in the elevator. Starting today at 01:00pm, the elevator will always be open. There is a camera in it too. If I see a note in it and none of you boys in the elevator, I will take the note to me and answer you. If you need something, just ask for it. If you have been good boys, your wishes can be fulfilled.
I'm so looking forward to this, my boys!
Love, Your Kidnapper
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Jacob Tremblay was sitting on the dining table with all the other boys.
Noah Schnapp had cooked some pasta, and if the circumstances were different, Jacob would have loved them. They tasted good but Jacob Tremblay's thoughts were racing ever since he read that letter. He had been angry at the situation before, now, after reading the letter, he was really afraid.
He missed his family of course, but he thought he could survive a month without seeing them. He was used to that, as his family rarely accompanied him to film sets.
What Jacob was really afraid of was doing sexual stuff.
The 15-year old of course realized that if he were to participate in any of this stuff, he would need to undress at some point.
Jacob didn’t want this, he was just too ashamed.
Not of his body. He was skinny and almost absolutely hairless on his entire body apart from some pubic hair.
Jacob would’ve loved to be more athletic or just a little bit ripped, but it didn’t really bother him that he wasn’t.
No, what made him ashamed was his cock.
He had a very thin penis and it was only 3 inches long in an erect state. Jacob knew that this was way below the average and therefore, he avoided anything sexual. He liked girls and he imagined to fuck a girl all the time, but he just was too afraid to drop his pants in front of a girl. He could already hear the laughter that he would receive.
He jerked off a lot but he promised himself never to show his dick to someone, until he was 18 or so, as he hoped his cock might still grow.
So therefore he pledged to stay a virgin for some more years. Also, Jacob had thought about circumcision. He thought that a cut cock looked better.
But again, he was too afraid to present his tiny dick to a doctor, so Jacob remained uncircumcised.
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So when he read the letter, he didn’t really participate in the discussion of the group.
He could hear them debating if that guy was serious (Jacob thought he was, he made his mind very clear in that letter) or if they should all boycott the kidnappers plan by not participating at all (Jacob knew that this wouldn’t work as eventually someone would break down in order to get home after seven days).
He also didn’t bother about Iain Armitage’s and Jackson Scott’s muffled sobs. The two youngest boys started crying again when Dyan Kingwell had read the letter out loud for the first time and they completely lost it after Dylan and Noah had started to discuss what the kidnapper would want them to do in detail. Apparently, they had heard words like “cock-sucking” for the first time.
Walker Scobell seemed more mature to Jacob than Iain and Jackson (although Walker was some months younger than the other two) but still, Noah had to explain to Walker what he meant when he said that they would maybe be asked to “fingering ourselves”. Jacob could see the discomfort in Walker’s eyes when the penny had dropped.
Instead of participating in the discussion, Jacob sat down on one of the couches and started thinking what he would do if this game (as the kidnapper called it) would really go as far as to him needing to undress and unveiling his little secret.
Jacob Tremblay was intelligent enough to know that at some point he would start to do dirty stuff.
He wasn’t an idiot, of course he would rather show his cock than to be the last boy remaining.
After thinking about it for a while, Jacob decided to keep quiet in the group. He would just wait and see what happened. He had a bit of hope that maybe the other boys would behave stubborn when the kidnapper started to make wishes tomorrow or would even become defiant. Then maybe, shortly before the first opportunity of leaving at the seventh day, he just needed to do a small thing without undressing and he would seem like the boy that went the furthest. He knew that was cruel of him to hope, but at this point Jacob had realized that he was on his own in The Bunker.
He wasn’t quite sure if all the other boys had realized that as well.
Right now, the boys behaved like they were all one team and that they would stick together to fight this weird, pedophile motherfucker of a kidnapper.
Noah Schnapp and Dylan Kingwell had started with this kind of statements and Iain, Jackson and Walker quickly picked it up. Roman Griffin Davis behaved more quietly, so Jacob figured that he might be thinking of the same tactics as he was himself.
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1:00pm had come and gone, the elevator really opened and stayed open since, just as the kidnapper said.
Shortly before Noah Schnapp decided to cook pasta for lunch, the group decided to put a note with a simple “Remote control?” into the elevator. Not even five minutes later, the elevator opened again and two remote controls as well as seven headphones were in it. Jacob wasn’t surprised to see that each headphone had a different colour. Almost automatically, Jacob picked up the blue one.
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After lunch, silence fell over The Bunker.
Jacob overheard Dylan and Noah talking about the condoms in the bathroom drawers, but apart from that, it wasn’t spoken much. What was there to say anway?
The boys started watching TV together without saying much. Another short discussion came up, when the group realized that there were no news channels, only TV shows or movies were available.
Jacob realized a bit sooner than the rest that the kidnapper didn’t want them to see the news reports on the seven famous child actors that disappeared on the same day.
And so they spent the whole day in front of the TV. Iain and Jackson had calmed down and got tired.
The rest of the group came to the conclusion that, if the whole place was equipped with cameras, it was most likely bugged as well, so they had to assume that everything they spoke could be understood by the kidnapper. Therefore, the boys decided to not talk about any of this until tomorrow, when the kidnapper would hopefully offer them further information.
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The day went by with the boys only talking about some experiences on film sets, about films itself, about acting. Just about anything as long as they were able to avoid the confrontation with the nightmare they were living in. Noah cooked some rice-meal that nobody really liked.
Roman was the first one to lock himself in the bathroom to take a shower. After him, the rest followed his example, one by one.
Jacob was the last one to take a shower, but the warm water didn’t feel as good and comforting as it usually did for him.
It became a very long and very silent evening.
Jacob would have probably gone insane if he wouldn’t distract his mind with thinking about his strategy to get out of here.
But the more silent it got, the more Jacob felt that the other six boys were thinking for themselves as well.
He was sure that all of them were planning on being the first one to be released.
So Jacob Tremblay wasn’t surprised that all the other boys went straight to their rooms when the alarm sound went off at exactly 09:45 pm.
He did so himself.
Then, after some waiting, the doors closed and the seven boys were left alone with their thoughts.
Jacob didn’t even check if he could open the door again. He just knew that the kidnapper was not messing around.
Chapter 5: Day 2 - Part 1 with Dylan Kingwell
Boys involved:
Green: Noah Schnapp, 17
Red: Iain Armitage, 13
Yellow: Walker Scobell, 13
Pink: Roman Griffin Davis, 15
Blue: Jacob Tremblay, 15
Orange: Dylan Kingwell, 17
Purple: Jackson Robert Scott, 13
Dylan Kingwell was not surprised that he had a very restless sleep that night. His mind was racing and it took forever to get some sleep.
Dylan was constantly thinking about what would happen the next day and about what to do in order to get the fuck out of this bunker as soon as possible.
It was no surprise that he was already awake when the ugly alarm sound went off at what Dylan now knew was exactly 07:45 am.
During the fifteen minutes of waiting, he reassured himself of his plan. He spent a lot of time thinking on his strategy, but the more he thought about it, the more sure he got that this was the way to go for him. And when he heard the sound for the second time, Dylan opened the door of his orange room and felt a bit better about the whole situation, as now he knew what he wanted to do. Although he still had some doubt, because he wasn’t sure if the way the kidnapper would approach his disgusting game was compatible with the way Dylan wanted to play the game.
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Dylan wasn’t particularly loving that he had to do some sexual stuff within the next week. But he wasn’t afraid of it either. He was more of a shy person by nature, but he wasn’t very uptight with sexual matters. He was very experienced in terms of his sexuality. He jerked off since he was eleven years old and he was fourteen when he laid his first girl. He could be proud of his uncut, nicely shaped 7,5 inches giant of a cock. He was now 17 years old and had a girlfriend for the last year, so he had a lot of routine at using his dick and his mouth.
Sure, he had never done anything with another boy. But Dylan figured it couldn’t be any different than with a girl. The Canadian actor wasn’t gay and he wasn’t curious either, but he had no problem with gay people and when he realized yesterday what was about to happen during his involuntary stay at The Bunker, he was commited to just do it. It’s no use to fight him, he thought to himself, as he was pretty sure that the kidnapper wasn’t messing around.
Dylan had only two problems in mind.
First, he couldn’t be quite sure that he was to be a top in all this sexual stuff. He figured he would be, as he was the most mature (alongside Noah Schnapp, but even he seemed a bit childish at times, Dylan thought) of the boys and the oldest one in the bunker. He wouldn’t mind to kiss a boy (lips are lips, he figured) or to get his dick sucked by another boy (lips are lips, he figured again) or to even fuck one of the boys up the ass (a hole is a hole, he figured). Of course he wouldn’t like to do it, as he was into girls and the guys here were just a bunch of scared little boys, but if he needed to do it to “please” the fucking pervert who kept him here, he would do that.
But if he was the one who was required to suck a dick or even let some of those scared little guys do things to his untouched anal region, he would have to reconsider. Dylan sure as hell didn’t want anything in there.
His second problem was that he couldn’t be sure if another boy used the same strategy as he intended to do.
It would only work out for him, when everyone would listen to him.
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As the kidnapper said, at 08:00 am on their second day in the bunker, the seven doors were unlocked at the same time. Afraid of a punishment (however that may look), each of the seven boys immediately stepped out of their rooms. It was still strange for Dylan Kingwell to see his fellow child actors dressed in those bright colours. But he figured they would have the same impression when they saw him in his ridiculous orange sweatpants.
Speaking of clothes, when the boys went downstairs, they found seven little sports bags inside the elevator. Of course, they all had different colours again with Dylan taking the orange one for himself. As he looked inside, he found the exact same set of the the clothes he was currently wearing, again in orange, but they smelled freshly washed.
He found a note in the elevator with what he now knew was the handwriting of the kidnapper.
It said: Every morning, immediately after you get out of your rooms, get your worn clothes and used towels inside this bag and put the seven bags into the elevator. Within a minute, I will send you fresh clothes and new towels. You are allowed to take your individual bag into your rooms over night. This is an instruction, not a request. If you do not obey, you will be punished. Consider this rule E.
Dylan handed out the other bags to the boys and drew their attention to the new rule.
The boys nodded, although they all seemed tired. Dylan wasn’t surprised, they must have had a very restless sleep as well.
“So we should all change right now, I guess” Noah Schnapp said, after reading the note for himself.
“Yeah” Dylan simply replied.
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The seven boys went upstairs again to get changed. When Dylan saw how Iain, Jackson and Noah wanted to enter their rooms, he was already about to hold them back. But he quickly changed his mind. His chances might go up, so he would just let those three boys score an own-goal.
To Dylan’s disappointment, Walker Scobell behaved more comradely.
“Wait!” the youngest boy of the group shouted.
Jackson and Noah stopped inches before they entered their rooms. Iain was not that quick. He had already crossed the threshold of his room and was therefore strictly speaking already inside his room.
Iain turned around, with a surprised look.“What?” he asked.
“You’re not allowed…” Walker replied.
“He’s right.” Dylan quickly jumped in, in an attempt to keep control over the group. “Remember rule C ?”
“Which one was that again?” Iain asked, uncertainty in his eyes.
“We’re not allowed to enter the room between standing up and sleeping time.” Dylan explained to him.
Iain quickly stepped out of the room.
“Thanks.” he said. Then he asked: “That was just a mistake. He knows that, right?” with his voice sounding slightly panicked.
Dylan gave little Iain a smile. “Sure, don’t worry, Iain.”
But secretly, Dylan Kingwell wasn’t so sure about it.
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The group then went to the bathroom. One by one, they stepped inside, changed their clothes and went out again. Dylan could see Noah comforting Iain, who was still a little nervous about his mistake. After everyone did the routine, Dylan made sure that all seven bags were put into the elevator. And just as the kidnapper said, the doors of it closed and reopened a minute later with a new set of clothes for the seven prisoners, that they stowed in the bathroom.
After that, the goup split and everyone went his own way. Some went to the kitchen to get some breakfast, others were lining up again in front of the bathroom to do their morning toilet.
Noah and Roman were sitting at the dining table writing a list of things they wanted from the kidnapper. They told everyone to write down their individual wishes. When Dylan looked at it after a few minutes, he already saw some things written down on the paper: A cumb, newspapers, a few books, soda, chess board, more comfortable underwear, headache pills.
Dylan agreed with the idea of the newspapers. He would be interested to know what the public knew about their disappearance, but he figured the kidnapper deliberately wanted to keep them away from those informations. Dylan wondered who wrote down the underwear. He found his tight boxer shorts comfortable. Dylan added the words “guitar + plectrum” to the list, as he loved playing the guitar and figured that it could get quite boring in here.
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To the surprise of the boys, nothing happened before noon. They figured the kidnapper would send them instructions and some dirty requests throughout the whole day, but as Jacob Tremblay summed it up after a while: “He seems to take his time…”
The group kept themselves busy with playing video games, Noah and Iain watched a movie, while Dylan took a long shower and then joined Walker at playing a Formula 1 racing game, that the younger boy was surprisingly good at.
Just as Noah asked the group what they wanted him to cook for lunch, the boys heard the doors of the elevator close.
Then, some moments later, the door opened again and this time, the elevator wasn’t as empty as before.
Dylan approached the elevator and he immediately understood the kidnapper’s intention when he saw what was inside. Seven video cameras and a letter. Dylan took the letter and stepped out of the elevator. The group had gathered in a semicircle in front of the elevator.
“Read it out loud”, Walker said.
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Dylan read:
Hello my darlings,
As I told you yesterday it’s time to get this whole thing going, right?
I have just one task for you today and it’s not that bad. Don’t rejoice too soon. It will get dirtier in time. But for today, please me with this:
There are seven video cameras. Each one of you takes one camera. Today at exactly 02:00 pm, you will hear the alarm sound and you will all go into your rooms. I will lock the doors for exactly one hour. After this one hour, you will hear the alarm sound once more, which signals you that you are allowed to get out of your rooms again. You will then immediately put the cameras back into the elevator.
So what should you do in this one hour all on your own ?
Well, I have a feeling that you already know, boys … Just please me with your bodies. Do whatever you think makes my cock get hard and dripping. Entertain me with your videos. And remember: You don’t have to participate. But you probably should, if you care for your freedom.
Enjoy!
Love, Your Kidnapper
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For a minute, it was silent.
Then Noah Schnapp said: “I mean, I’m not happy or something, but I kinda expected worse…”
Dylan nodded. “So did I. I still think it’d be best to do what we spoke about yesterday.” He looked to the boys, hoping for affirmation.
Jackson gave it to him. “So we just don’t do it.”
Again, Dylan nodded. “I definitely won’t, will you?”
Jackson shook his head. “No way.”
No one from the group said otherwise. But Dylan needed to know for sure.
“So, we all don’t do anything right? We all go into our rooms and film nothing, okay guys? We won’t let this maniac see us naked okay?”
Dylan was a bit relieved, as the other six boys all agreed with him.
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After they finished their meal, the boys were sitting together at the dining table.
Dylan looked at the clock. It was 01:52 pm. “So, everyone knows what to do?”
“Yeah” Jacob replied for the group.
When they heard the sound, the seven boys each took a camera and went to their rooms.
When Dylan Kingwell closed the door of his orange room behind him, he couldn’t hold back a little smile. If the other boys had said the truth, then this was going smoothly.
He would be the only one recording something for this motherfucker. He just hoped that the wishes wouldn’t get too dirty in the first week. But if this was the level, then Dylan’s plan might work perfectly, he thought to himself.
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Doing a sexy video wasn’t a big challenge for Dylan Kingwell. He had done it before for his girlfriend and after all, he was an actor. So he would just act a bit for this piece of shit, he thought. Still, it took him some willpower to get started.
He put the camera on the chair and pressed the recording button. Dylan put on a dirty, little smile and started caressing his body. Then he took of his shirt, revealing his athletic, but not muscular upper body. He stroked his stomach and then carefully started playing with his nipples. After a while, they even got hard.
“Is that what you want to see?” Dylan playfully whispered into the camera. He realized he sounded like a cheap whore in a porn-ad, but hey, if that was the price to escape, then he would put on a sexy voice. Could be worse, he thought, especially because his body liked what he was doing to him.
He licked on his finger and kept rubbing his nipples.
“You want more?” he asked teasingly. Then, Dylan slowly pulled down his pants revealing a nice package in his boxer shorts.
He started touching the package and even moaned a little for his kidnapper. After a while, when Dylan felt that his cock had become hard enough, he turned around to pull down his shorts, so that the guy who saw that video could have a look on his ass. His girlfriend had liked that when he did one of these videos for her.
Dylan even caressed his butt cheeks a bit before turning around to present his massive 7,5 inches boner. Dylan's uncut penis had become rock-hard. He started stroking his cock very slowly and used the other hand to fondle his nice, full balls. He played with his fat dick for some moments. After a while he spit in his hands and started to jerk off with a bit more speed. He moaned loudly and kept looking directly in the camera with a horny glare in his eyes.
Dylan even considered to cum for his kidnapper, but he wanted to keep at least a rest of dignity.
Instead he just whispered between some moans: “I know … what you’re thinking about right now… Mmmhhhh-aaaah…. Soooo niiicccee….Hmmm….You’re thinking about which of the other boys you should let suck this cock here, riiiiigght? …Oooooh, I’m so cloooose Baby… Aaahhh, well I asked myself the same question… It’s just so biiiiig, right? …Hmmm whoever you choose to give me head …. He will struggleeeee... Yeeeeaaahh that’s soooo good… It feels sooo good!”
When he felt he was too close to push it any further, Dylan reduced the speed of his handjob. Instead he took the camera up and made a close-up of his massive cock that was already a bit dripping. “Hope you enjoyed that.” he said teasingly and then turned the camera off.
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After he had put on his clothes again, Dylan was quite happy with himself. With the other boys hopefully doing nothing, that should let him become the kidnapper’s favourite. Also, he didn’t like the thought that some weird pedophile would see the video, but he actually had some fun working his cock.
He was almost a bit sad that he hadn’t finished himself.
Chapter 6: Day 2 - Part 2 with Iain Armitage
Boys involved:
Green: Noah Schnapp, 17
Red: Iain Armitage, 13
Yellow: Walker Scobell, 13
Pink: Roman Griffin Davis, 15
Blue: Jacob Tremblay, 15
Orange: Dylan Kingwell, 17
Purple: Jackson Robert Scott, 13
Iain Armitage had cried an awful lot yesterday, but he knew that he needed to pull himself together if he wanted to get out of here.
He knew it was important to keep as calm as possible, because that way he could think better. So last night he had he promised himself to keep his composure for the rest of his time here, however long that may be. And indeed he was able to hold back any tears since he woke up this morning.
After having had some time to process everything, he understood better know what was happening to him and the other boys. A sick and bad man had kidnapped them and wanted them to do sex stuff. He was still terribly frightened, but it made him a little bit proud that he now had the same understanding of what was going on than the older boys. Noah had even explained some sexual words for him that he was unfamiliar with.
Iain had thought he knew all about sex, but apparently he didn’t. Noah explained to him what cocksucking meant and that there were more ways of doing sex stuff than just a man putting his penis in a woman’s vagina. Iain had known that they were gay men but he hadn’t realized how two men had sex with each other. After Noah explained that to him as well, Iain had an unpleasant feeling in his tummy. He found it impossible to believe that people could actually like getting something put inside their butthole.
When he processed that this could happen to him down here, he got really scared again, but Noah reassured him that it wouldn’t come that far. Still Iain was unsettled. That’s when he heard Dylan Kingwell speaking about that they should just defy the kidnapper. It would be best if no one would do anything to please this man. Iain liked that idea so he immediately agreed with him. Shortly after, all the other boys had agreed with it as well.
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That was yesterday and since then Iain had felt a lot better since everyone was pulling in the same direction and they had a strategy as a group. He didn’t know how it would turn out, but for now Iain was happy that he didn’t have to do anything with his penis or his butt.
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When Iain left his room again at 03:00 pm, he felt good. It felt good not to grant his kidnapper his dirty wishes.
Iain hadn’t filmed anything of course, because all the others said they wouldn’t do it either. But even if others did, Iain wouldn’t have done something, he guessed. He didn’t want to touch his body in front of a camera. He didn’t want to undress and he definitely didn’t want to show his willie to a total stranger.
Iain Armitage had a uncircumcised cock and he even measured it once when it had become stiff. It was almot 4 inches long and pretty thin and Iain found out on the internet that this is just a little bit below the average for 13-years old boys like him. Instead, Iain was proud of the little bit of hair that had already grown above his penis. But Iain wasn’t touching his penis, even when it was stiff. He had done that only one time and although it felt nice for Iain, it also felt wrong.
He hadn’t tried it again since his first time, but he thought about doing it again more often in recent weeks. Of course not since he was here, but before that Iain was tempted sometimes. Iain promised himself to do it again and to see if he could make himself cum, but only after he escaped from The Bunker.
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For now, he was just happy that the group could fight back, even if it was just a little. After the group met in the living room, Dylan approached him: “Did you do something?”
Iain shook his head: “No, of course not.”
“Good boy” Dylan said with a grin and winked at him. That made Iain smile.
The seven boys put their cameras inside the elevator again, just as the kidnapper told them to do. They reassured each other that no one had filmed something and everyone seemed to relax a bit. Jacob Tremblay then asked Iain to join him playing FIFA on the Xbox. Iain liked that a lot, although he wasn’t that good at it.
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It was about 05:00 pm when the doors of the elevator closed. The group knew that this meant that the kidnapper was sending them something. Iain became a bit afraid. What if it was another dirty wish? What if this time others would do what the kidnapper wished?
“He’s probably sending the stuff we asked for.” Roman Griffin Davis said, much to Iain’s relief.
And indeed, when the doors opened, there were some objects inside.
Dylan Kingwell went inside to pick up the stuff. Iain saw a few cumbs, some books, some bottles of coke and other softdrinks, a chess board, some medication and a guitar.
He thought that he saw the word newspapers on the list, but the man didn’t send one and to Iain’s disappointment, there was no sign of the other underwear that he asked for either. He didn’t like the boxers that the bad man gave them. Iain wasn’t used to wearing those tight boxers. It felt all crushed up down there and it made his balls itch a little. Iain preferred the briefs he was wearing at home. He knew that this made him look a bit childish, but he just found them more comfortable, he couldn’t help it. Apparently, the kidnapper wanted him in those tight boxers. This thought made Iain shiver a little.
Iain already turned away from the scene, when he heard Dylan saying his name.
“What is it?” he asked the 17-year old.
Instead of replying, Dylan showed the envelope that he was holding in his hand. Iain was confused when the older boy went to him and gave him the envelope. But when he took a look at it, he saw his name on the envelope, in the handwriting of the kindapper.
“It was inside the elevator:” Dylan explained. Iain became scared. His hand was shaking when he opened it and pulled out the letter.
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Dearest Iain, my love,
It seems to me like you made a tiny mistake this morning. I think you know what I mean.
I completely understand that it was an accident. You didn’t mean to break the rule.
But still … The rules are the rules and when a boy breaks my rules, I need to punish him. What sense would the rules make, if I wouldn’t ?
So: Iain Armitage, you have broken Rule C and you will therefore receive punishment.
But I like you Iain. That’s why I will let you choose between three options of your punishment.
Option 1: You will allow every boy to spank your nude buttcheeks twice with a paddle. That would make a total of 12 smacks. The boys cannot refuse this. If even one boy refuses to do it, the whole group will receive punishment.
Option 2: One of the boys will masturbate in front of your faces and cum inside your mouth. You would be required to swallow his load. The boys don’t need to do it. You would need to find a boy that volunteers, but once the act is started, it needs to finish, otherwise you would both receive further punishment.
Option 3: You will allow a boy of your choice to piss in your face. This boy would not be allowed to refuse, otherwise he would receive punishment himself.
Make no mistake boys. When I send you my dirty wishes, you are free to participate or not. When I want one of you punished, then this is an order. Iain will receive a punishment, one way or another. If you do not help me punish him, you will also receive a punishment. And please trust me when I tell you: you would not like that outcome.
Iain, make your choice. If you choose Option 2 and you find no volunteer, you are left with Option 1 or Option 3. If you choose Option 3, you can choose the other boy on your own. As I said, this boy would not be allowed to refuse.
Please write down your choice and send it to me. Further instructions will then follow.
Love, Your Kidnapper
///
Iain fought back his tears. He promised himself he wouldn’t cry.
“What the fuck is that?” Noah said angrily and voiced Iain’s exact thought.
“Shit, Iain.” Jacob simply added after he had read the letter himself.
Iain fought like hell not to break down in tears. “That’s so unfair.” he whispered with a shaky voice, realizing fully well he sounded like a little child.
It really was unfair. He had made a little mistake and only stepped in his room for a few momens. The punishment seemed way to hard for those few seconds.
“You just should not choose anything.” Walker said to him, putting his hand on Iain’s shoulder to comfort him.
“Yeah, we won’t do something.” Jackson added, trying to reassure Iain.
“No.” Noah Schnapp said, after a few moments of silence had passed.
“I like you Iain, you know that. And I don’t want that something happens to you of course. But this here is different. With his sex tasks we can refuse, because if we all do so, then nobody becomes his favourite. When we don’t do something now, that gets us all punished and it would make the kidnapper upset with you, Iain.”
Iain could see Dylan nodding.
“Noah’s right.” The canadian said. “I don’t want something to happen to you either, Iain. But I don’t want to be punished myself as well. If we do something to you now, it’s bad for a few seconds, but after that, we can forget all this.”
Jacob interfered: “Come on guys, we can’t just let Iain…”
Iain interrupted him: “No, it’s okay. Noah and Dylan are right.” he said.
He was extremely scared, but what Noah and Dylan had said made total sense to Iain. He hated the thought, but he knew it needed to be done.
///
It was silent for a while.
Then Jacob asked: “Sooo, what do you want.”
Iain was thinking about it. It was just all so ugly. He immediately ruled out Option 2. He had never masturbated properly himself, so he didn’t want to watch another boy doing it in front of his face. He had never seen his own cum so he didn’t want to see the cum of someone else, let alone let someone cum in his mouth. He imagined it to taste really disgusting. Apart from that, he couldn’t think of how he should ask one of the others to do it. He didn’t like Option 3 too. Sure, he wouldn’t need to swallow something, but he didn’t even like the smell of his own piss, so he wouldn’t want to have another boys urine right in his face. He considered it for a moment, because he thought it would be over very quickly. But then again, he couldn’t think of a way to ask one of the boys for it. That only left him with …
“What’s a paddle?” Iain asked the group.
Dylan cleared his throat. “It’s kind of a thin wooden board or something.”
Iain hesitated, but then he nodded. “Okay. I’ll do the first one.”
“You sure about that?” Noah asked him.
“No.” Iain replied. “But the other two things are even worse, so yeah, I do the paddle thing.”
He went to the dining table, took a sheet of paper and wrote down Option 1. Then he just put the paper in the elevator, still trying not to cry.
///
It only took thirty seconds until the elevator door opened again. Iain was as frightened as never before.
Dylan stepped into the elevator and picked up the wooden paddle and another letter. Iain had imagined the paddle to be a bit smaller.
He figured that this one could easily cover both his buttcheeks.
It was Jacob who read the letter out loud.
///
Great choice Iain!
Here’s the drill:
Iain will bend over the dining table. He will pull down his sweatpants and his boxers completely. Not just a bit. Completely to the ankles. He will stretch out his arms over the table. Each of you will then take the paddle and smack him twice over both of the cheeks of his little ass. You will smack hard. Not like you want to kill him, but if you are too soft with him, we will just repeat the whole procedure. There will be no long breaks between the smacks. All 12 smacks need to happen within one minute. Iain is not allowed to move away or to move away his hands from the middle of the table. Iain is allowed to cry and scream or make whatever noises he wishes to. None of you boys are allowed to comfort him in any way during the punishment. Neither will you talk to him during the punishment. Iain does not have to count the smacks. Believe me: I will see everything. If you are too soft, the punishment will be repeated. If Iain moves in any way, the punishment will be repeated. If it takes longer than a minute, the punishment will be repeated. If you hit something else than both of his cheeks, the punishment will be repeated. If you ignore the exact way I told you boys to do it, the punishment will be repeated. Trust me when I say that I can do this forever. So let’s spare Iain the pain and do it right the first time! You will start the procedure immediately, there’s no need to wait.
///
Iain had blushed and he could feel knots forming in his throat. This was so embarassing.
“Can we please get it over with quickly?” he almost begged the boys.
Noah nodded and led Iain to the dining table. “Just think of something nice.” he whispered to him.
Iain knew that Noah only wanted to comfort him, but still it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.
Iain bent over the dining table, tears now beginning to form in his eyes.
The other six boys lined up behind Iain with Dylan being the first one, holding the paddle.
The boys saw Iain slowly pulling down his pants and his panties. Everyone felt awkward and they couldn’t imagine how Iain must have felt right now.
“Do it quickly please.” he said to the boys, as he was stretching out his arms, reaching for the other end of the table, just as the man who wanted him to get hurt told him.
He has never been so ashamed in his whole life. He could literally feel the other boys looking at his soft little butt that was completely without hair. He figured they could see his scrotum from behind as well. If he wasn’t so afraid, he’d be happy that they couldn’t see his penis.
“Ok.” Dylan said. “Boys, do it properly so we only need it to do once, okay?”
The boys nodded. Everyone was uncomfortable.
“U ready, Iain?” Dylan asked.
Iain could only give out a muffled sob, but he nodded. He promised himself not to move away, so that he would only need to endure this embarrassment once.
///
Some moments passed and Iain was already about to tell Dylan again that he could start, but then he knew it had started.
Iain heard it. The paddle hissing through the air. Then Iain heard the smack. Then he felt the pain. Dylan had not held back. Iain could feel exactly where he had been hit.
A sharp pain was spreading on his buttcheeks. It burnt so horribly.
Iain resisted the urge to rub his butt. He knew he wasn’t allowed. But no one had forbidden him to scream.
So Iain screamed. He screamed his lungs out. He hadn’t expect it to hurt that much.
Just as the pain subsided, he felt the second smack. He squirmed and twitched on that table like crazy and he lost it completely.
He promised himself not to cry anymore in here, but this was just too much. His little, innocent butt felt like it was on fire. This horrible, horrible burn.
For the next minute, Iain was a screaming and sobbing mess.
His screams were shattering to hear for the other boys, but they knew they had to finish the procedure.
Iain was weeping and shaking uncontrollably, but the other boys didn’t stop. Iain has never felt so exposed and so embarrassed in his whole life.
But that didn’t matter right now. He just wanted to pain to stop.
He had never been beaten before and now here he was, wiggling around with his butt and begging the other boys in a tearful voice to stop.
“Stop pleeeaaasee STOOOP it huuuurrtsss sooo muuuuuuAAAAAAAAAAAAAcchhhh” he screamed.
Deep down he knew it was a good thing that they didn’t stop, but the pain on his skin was unbearable.
He figured that his ass was red from the paddle and his face was equally wet from this tears. He cried a lot and screamed as loud as he had never done before.
He even screamed a lot of bad words, which he usually didn’t do. He just wanted it to stop.
Then, all of a sudden, it did. It stopped.
///
“That’s it. That’s twelve.” Dylan said.
Iain slowly straightened up. He wanted to rub bis butt so badly, but even more than that did he want the other boys to stop looking at him that exposed.
So Iain pulled up his pants and slowly turned around. He was still weeping and his face gave away he was in enormous pain.
Iain could see that the other boys, especially the younger ones, were distraught by what had just happened. But he couldn't care less.
Now he was rubbing his buttcheeks with both hands, trying to relieve the pain, but it didn’t help much.
He tried to wipe away the tears from his face, but it was no use, since there were still new ones rolling down his face.
“Are you okay?” Jacob asked him carefully.
Iain didn’t answer. He didn’t want to and even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to speak clearly under all his sobs and moans.
Instead, he just left.
///
It was painful to walk, but he walked away from this paddle, this table and those boys as quickly as he was able to.
He went upstairs and locked himself into the bathroom. There he pulled down his pants again and tried to get a good look at his buttcheeks.
He was seriously afraid that he might be bleeding, but it seemed to him he didn’t. His ass was just extremely red.
Iain still felt like his butt had been burned. It still was hurting so much.
He felt so humiliated. He promised himself never to break a rule again.
He wanted to sit down and cry, but the pain came back when he sat on his ass, so he just layed down instead and waited for the fire to disappear from the skin of his butt.
Chapter 7: Day 3 with Jackson Robert Scott
Boys involved:
Green: Noah Schnapp, 17
Red: Iain Armitage, 13
Yellow: Walker Scobell, 13
Pink: Roman Griffin Davis, 15
Blue: Jacob Tremblay, 15
Orange: Dylan Kingwell, 17
Purple: Jackson Robert Scott, 13
Jackson Robert Scott still had difficulties processing what was happening to him.
Three days ago, he was playing ball with Maxwell Jenkins. The two child actors shared the same agent, so they had met at several occasions and got to know each other. They weren’t exactly friends, but their mothers were and so they met from time to time and spent time with each other. As they were three days ago, when Maxwell and his mother came to visit Jackson in Los Angeles. The two boys played ball in his garden, then Jackson’s memory suddenly breaks off there. Next thing he remembered was waking up in The Bunker.
Since then, Jackson’s priorities had shifted.
Three days ago, he was thinking about what he would be wearing to school. Now he was wondering if he would ever get rid of those weird purple clothes he was forced to wear.
Three days ago, he thought about how it would feel if the nice girl that lived next door would touch his penis. Now he was hoping that nobody would touch him down there.
Three days ago, he worked on a technique of memorizing his lines. Now he was trying to get Iain Armitage’s screams out of his memory.
Three days ago, he was hoping to get some more acting roles. Now he was hoping to see the sky ever again.
///
At his first day in The Bunker, Jackson Robert Scott had been terribly afraid. He had shed as many tears as in the previous 13 years of his life combined, he guessed. Yesterday, he was calmer. Mainly, because the presence of the other boys helped him not to go insane. But also, because he figured out a way of how he could become the first of the boys who was being allowed to go home after one week. It wasn’t that complicated. He would just wait until the very last moment, until the very last opportunity. Then he would do something for the man who was holding him captive. Jackson supported the idea of Dylan and Noah. The two older boys had said that all of them just shouldn’t do a single thing for the kidnapper. Jackson liked that, because he didn’t want to do some dirty stuff. He didn’t want to do it before he knew what could happen and he definitely didn’t want to do it after he was told what boys could do with each other. He hadn’t known that there were boys who would do things with their penis to other boys. And he hadn’t known that it was even possible to push something in an anus.
After learning about it in The Bunker, Jackson was a bit curious about it. He wondered how it might feel. But he was too afraid of it, he surely didn’t want to find out. And he was afraid of the man who wanted to do such things with them.
But Jackson was an intelligent young boy. He didn’t know a lot about sex stuff, but he was able to think logically. He knew that he needed the bad man to like him in order to get out.
That’s why he decided to secretly do some of the things that the kidnapper asked for. Not a lot, but a little bit. And this little bit would be enough, because the other boys would all do nothing. Of course he couldn’t do it when the other boys were looking. But a task like the one yesterday was perfect for him. And then shortly before the seventh day – the day the first boy would be released – he could do something really really dirty for the bad man to prove him that he was deserving to leave. He didn’t know what this might be yet, but he liked his plan. At first he had a bit of a guilty feeling about betraying the other boys. But Jackson knew that once he got out of The Bunker, he could help the police find the other boys.
Jackson thought he was incredibly clever and he was proud that he made such a good plan at only 13 years of age.
He had already started to put his plan into action.
///
Yesterday, when they were told to record something dirty, they all agreed not to do it, so none of the other boys had filmed something for the bad man. But Jackson did.
He didn’t like how it felt when he undressed himself in front of the camera. He felt so … naked. Jackson rarely was naked. Only when he was taking a bath or a shower. He didn’t like to be naked, he didn’t like his whole body. He didn’t like that he was so small, he just wouldn’t grow as other kids his age did. He was always one of the smaller boys in his class. He was very thin and frail as well. His mother always said that a medium breeze could let him fly away. Also, he was desperately waiting for some hair to grow in his bathing suit area. He knew that boys grew hair there and all of his classmates always said how they had already grown hair on their penis. But there was no sign of hair at Jackson’s little dick. What worried him even more was that his penis wouldn’t get stiff. He was aware that boys his age had stiff cocks. He even knew the word, it was called a boner. But Jackson had never had a boner in his whole life, and he was already thirteen years old now… Even when he was rubbing his cut little dick, nothing would happen. Jackson was terribly afraid that he was some kind of a freak in sexual matters. That’s why he wondered if something would happen with his dick when the little neighbour girl that he fancied would touch him there.
In summary, he was physically a bit underdeveloped for his age, that’s why Jackson felt weird when he took of his clothes in front of the camera.
“I guess there’s no harm in that” he had whispered before starting to film himself.
He had slowly taken off his shirt and was stroking his belly a bit to fight the feeling of guilt and unease in there. After a while, he felt like he needed to progress, so he stripped down his sweatpants and stood there for a while in his tight purple boxer short. After some seconds, Jackson felt stupid just standing there, so he had started to turn around slowly. He was awkwardly caressing his butt a little trough his underpants, which felt really weird for him.
A few minutes passed, in which Jackson gathered all his courage.
Then, he slowly, almost gently, pulled down his panties and and unveiled his little circumcised penis. Once more, he started to turn around a few times very slowly. He wanted to make sure that his kidnapper could see everything, but after a while, he had become just too embarrassed, so he covered his private parts with his hand. But then again, Jackson found the courage to wink right into the camera, although he was unsure if the kidnapper would consider this awkward or hot. After a bit of doing that and some shy smiles into the camera, Jackson had gotten an idea.
He turned around for it, presenting his rosy little butt cheeks for the camera. He thought this would be the perfect moment for him to get a hardon for the very first time, so he was touching his dick, rubbing it a bit while trying to think about something nice. He stroked his hairless small balls a little at the same time. Jackson had tried to relax and feel good about his cock, but nothing had happened. He liked the feeling, it wasn’t bad at all. He didn’t feel gross or something like that, but he just wasn’t enjoying himself as much as he needed to for his dick to get stiff, Jackson figured.
So after a while, he stopped and turned around again. He briefly presented his limp little penis to the camera and then ended the recording.
He had wanted to get his dick erect, but Jackson was still happy with what he had done. It didn’t even feel that bad mostly. Sure, it was embarrassing, but if that was what’s necesseray in order to get back home, he would just do it, Jackson said to himself and for the first time since waking up in The Bunker, he had been a bit optimistic.
///
But that was before the thing with Iain Armitage happened.
Jackson liked Iain, he seemed to be a kind boy and was nice to everyone. Jackson had bonded a bit with the Young Sheldon actor. Because they were two of the younger boys of course, but especially because Iain was a crybaby on the first day as well and Jackson took comfort in the fact that he hadn’t been the only one.
That was why it felt horrible for Jackson to make Iain cry again. But he had to do it. He was the last boy in line and if he hadn’t hit Iain with the paddle as the other boys did before him, everything would have been for nothing and they would have been ordered to do it again. Iain’s butt was already burning red when Jackson made his two smacks. Jackson had almost started to weep again as well, that’s how shocked he was by Iain’s screams. At that moment, Jackson had promised himself to follow the rules and never ever arouse the displeasure of the kindapper upon himself. He wanted to be the boy that the kidnapper loved most.
So yes: Jackson still had difficulties processing what was happening to him.
But he realized that he was left with no other choice than to obey and play along in this game.
///
On the morning of their third day in The Bunker, the boys did what they were told to do. They immediately came out of their rooms and changed their worn clothes for a set of new ones.
After that, they spread inside The Bunker. Jackson wanted to talk with Iain, who had been exremely quiet for the rest of the last day. Dylan had told them not to talk with Iain about the paddling, as it would be too embarrassing for him. Jackson thought this was very smart. Still, he wanted to ask Iain if he was feeling better. But Iain was talking with Noah and Jackson saw him smiling a little bit, so he knew that Iain was feeling a bit better.
After Jackson had made himself some cereals for breakfast, he went downstairs into the living room again, looking for someone who wanted to play chess.
But before he could even ask, the boys noticed that the elevator had closed. Jackson knew that this would likely mean that the kidnapper was about to send a message to them.
Anxiously, the group of seven child actors waited for the elevator to open again.
When it did, Dylan Kingwell went inside to pick up what was inside. As expected, it was an envelope. Without hesitation, Dylan opened it and started to read for the boys.
///
Good morning my loves,
Another day for me in paradise, another day for you in hell. Yeah, yeah I can sense you’re all not feeling to great. I even pity you – but I love this just too much to end it before schedule.
Thank you very much for all the videos I received from you. Some where empty, but some where very interesting to watch. Thank you boys! And congratulations for handling Iain’s punishment so well. Just as I wanted you to do it – perfectly executed.
Poor little Iain, I hope you’re feeling better? I kinda loved your screeching, so you can keep breaking the rules for all I care, my dear.
Todays task is even simpler than yesterday:
You don’t even need to undress. All I ask for you for today is that at exactly 11:00 am, you will all sit down at the dining table and talk. I would like each one of you to tell the other boys about your previous sexual experiences (both with yourselves and with others) and about sexual fantasies that you have.
As I promised you: There is no obligation for you. I hereby order you to sit down together but you are free to participate in the chat or not. But be careful: I will not allow you to tell lies! If you lie about either your experiences or your fantasies, you will be punished! Now you may argue, I have no way of knowing if you tell the truth or not. Trust me, I do.
And before you consider to test me in that regard, might I suggest to ask Iain about how his ass feels?
I’m already looking forward to your roundtable.
Love, Your Kindapper
///
It was Jacob Tremblay who raised the obvious question: “What the fuck is he saying about the videos? I thought no one did it?”
“I didn’t do anything.” Jackson replied. It’s always been easy for him to tell a lie.
“Neither did I.” Noah said.
“No one did it.” Dylan said. “He’s just trying to unsettle us. C’mon boys, that’s so obvious. He thinks that if he can stir up some mistrust between us we would do some of the naughty stuff for him.”
Jacob seemed satisfied with that explanation. He nodded. “Okay. You’re probably right Dylan.”
“I’m gonna go play a video game then.” Walker said with a grin. And with that, the tension in the group lightened up and the boys went their ways.
Jackson was a bit relieved. And by the looks of it, the other boys were as well. This wasn’t a really gross task. They weren’t even asked to do something sexual, just to talk about it. Jackson figured that no one would talk about anything, so he was mentally preparing for an easy day.
///
But when 11:00 am came and the seven boys had sat down at the dining table, Jackson was proven wrong.
“Guys, I’ve been thinking…” Dylan Kingwell said. “Maybe we should just do that today.”
The other boys were surprised. “Why?” Noah asked for all of them.
“It’s not a hard task. It won’t hurt us to speak about it, but this guy will be happy about it…Don’t get me wrong guys, we still won’t do anything sexual. In that regard we should still just defy him ‘til the end. But that’s just speaking and I’m afraid that if we give him completely nothing over the next days, he’ll start to be mad at us. So let’s just give him a little bit and I guess it won’t get any easier than today.”
A few seconds passed, in which the other boys were thinking about what Dylan had just said.
“Will you do it no matter how we decide?” Roman asked him.
Jackson thought that this was a very smart question.
Dylan shook his head. “No, of course not. Either we all do it or nobody does. As I said yesterday guys, we should act as a team here.”
Some more seconds passed. Again it was Roman who spoke. “Alright. I’ll do it too.”
Dylan smiled a little. “Someone who doesn’t want to?” he asked around.
Jackson thought about saying something against it, but something inside him held him back. He wouldn’t admit it in front of the boys, but maybe he was just a little bit curious on what the other boys had to tell…
“Alright, I’ll go first then.” Jackson heard Dylan saying. Then for the following minutes, Jackson just sat there and listened, almost in awe, to what the boys said.
///
Dylan: “Yeah, what’s there to say. Um, I have a girlfriend right now, so I’m pretty much fully experienced I’d say. Erm, I started jerking off when I was like 11 years old. Yeah, I was 11. Um, I had my first girl when I was 14. That first time wasn’t that good coz I had no idea what to do and how to move and stuff… But she let me do it a few more times after that so I got better, haha. Um, yeah since then I had sex with four different girls and for about a year now I have a girlfriend and we have tons of sex…Ya, that’s pretty much it, I guess.”
Noah: “What’s tons?”
Dylan: “Huh?”
Noah: “How often exactly do you have sex with her?”
Dylan: “Dude, why…”
Noah (grinning): “If we do it in the first place then I want to know everything man.”
Dylan (laughing): “Haha, fair. Um, like we see each other on the weekends so we screw every Friday night and sometimes on Saturdays too.”
Noah: “Nice man.”
Dylan: “You have a girlfriend too?”
Noah: “Nah, not right now. I had one last year but it didn’t last long. So, what do I have to tell… I think I started masturbating when I was 12 or 13 something like that. I haven’t had sex yet to be honest, but there’s this girl I know who blows me from time to time. But she doesn’t want me to, you know, fuck her. Yeah, that’s it…”
Walker: “Is it Millie Bobby Brown?”
Noah: “Haha, no…Don’t believe everything you read, man. It’s just a friend from school. What about you?”
Walker: “Me?”
Noah: “Yeah, you got something to report yet?”
Walker: “Errrm…I wank since I’m 11 I guess but nothing has happened yet with, you know, girls…I mean a girl I know once touched my, um, dick a bit, but that’s all.”
Noah: “Geez, why you all started jerking off so early, haha..:”
Roman: “I didn’t…I mean, I started when I was 13.”
Jacob: “Me too, by the way. I remember the exact date because it was on my 13th birthday.”
Dylan (grinning): “Nice gift for yourself…”
Jacob: “Haha, ya true, it wasn’t bad.”
Noah (to Roman): “Did something else than wanking yet?”
Roman: “Uh-uh. Nope.”
Jacob: “Neither did I.”
Dylan: “Well, you got plenty of time. As I said my first time with 14, I kinda failed there, so it’s probably better to wait a bit longer.”
Noah: “By the way, Dylan. When you can fuck your girl every week, do you still… you know, make it yourself…?”
Dylan: “Man, I jerk off every night. I mean, at least before I got here.”
Noah (to Iain): “What about you? Got something to share?”
Iain: “Me? Ummm…No, not really…”
Noah: “So you just jerk off then.”
Iain (hesitating): “Erm…I did it…I did it once, but I haven’t done it again since then…”
Jacob: “But you liked it?”
Iain: “Yeah, it was good. I just…Well, I don’t know, it kinda felt weird.”
Noah: “That’s alright, Iain. Thanks for telling us. But dude, seriously, you gotta do it again, it’s the best!”
Iain (blushing): “Yeah, I know…”
///
Jackson had just sat there, listening carefully and he couldn’t help but imagine the boys talking about that stuff. He was a bit fascinated by those images in his head. But now he could feel the eyes of the boys on him. He needed to share now too.
“Well, um, it’s kinda like Iain…I play with my dick but, um, nothing with others so far…”
Jackson saw the other boys nodding. He was relieved. He didn’t lie. He did indeed play with his dick before. No one needed to know that he wasn’t hard.
///
Dylan: “Sooo, what about fantasies. I’d say everyone just shares his favourite sex fantasy, okay? What you’re all dreaming of, alright?”
Noah: “Well, that’s gonna sound weird, but Zendaya…”
Dylan: “Zendaya?”
Noah: “Yeah, I’m jerking off to Zendaya okay? I’d love to, you know, bang her one day.”
Dylan: “Dude, no worries. I can see why you’d like that. For me it’s a threesome. I beg my girl all the time if we could take another girl with us to bed, but she doesn’t want to.”
Noah: “Sounds nice, man.”
Iain: “Um, you know with me it’s just sex in general. I really want to know how it feels to…erm, put my penis inside a girl…”
Dylan (winking): “It’s amazing, trust me.”
Walker: “Yeah, same thing for me. To be precise, I always imagine to fuck a girl doggy style, that’s kinda my wet dream, haha…”
Jackson: “Me too. I have a crush on a girl from my neighborhood. I’d love to do…you know, to do things with her.”
Jacob: “My fantasy is for a girl to ride my dick. That’s what I jerk off to anyways…”
Noah: “Yeah, that must be kinda hot…And you, Roman?”
Roman: “Hmmm…I’d say the thing I’d like to find out most is how a blowjob feels.”
///
Jackson once again saw the boys nodding to that.
“That’s it then, I guess.” Noah said.
“Yep.” Dylan agreed with him. “See, that wasn’t so hard, right?” he asked the other boys.
And Jackson thought that he was right. It was a weird talk but it wasn’t so hard to talk about it, especially because he wasn’t the one who started it. Jackson was a bit embarrassed of telling those things to the boys, but on the other hand he was a bit excited by all their experiences and fantasies.
///
After that, the roundtable dissolved and the boys spent the rest of the day playing games and reading books and watching movies. Noah cooked two very good meals for them and the atmosphere was a bit more relaxed now than the previous two days.
Jackson thought that this was a good day. At least as good as it could be expected when seven boys were held captive inside a bunker and asked to do dirty stuff.
When everyone seemed to get ready to go to their rooms, because it was almost 09:45 pm, the elevator door closed all of a sudden. A few seconds later, the door opened again and an envelope was inside.
As always, Dylan Kingwell went inside und read the letter for the boys.
///
Thank you very much for this nice roundtable boys. I really enjoyed this.
Now, please prepare for bed. The alarm sound for 09:45 pm will soon be there.
Just one thing: Noah, please step inside the elevator and wait there for a second.
///
Jackson was confused when he heard the last sentence. He could see that the other boys were too.
Dylan shrugged his shoulders: “Just do it.”
Noah nodded. “Maybe, he’ll let me get out of here.” he said, nervously chuckling.
Noah stepped inside the elevator and stood there for a second.
Jackson Robert Scott could hardly believe it when he saw what happened next and he could see Noah Schnapp’s jaw drop as well.
The elevator closed.
Chapter 8: Day 4 with Noah Schnapp
Summary:
Boys involved:
Green: Noah Schnapp, 17
Red: Iain Armitage, 13
Yellow: Walker Scobell, 13
Pink: Roman Griffin Davis, 15
Blue: Jacob Tremblay, 15
Orange: Dylan Kingwell, 17
Purple: Jackson Robert Scott, 13
When Noah Schnapp went to his room at 09:45 pm on Day 4 in The Bunker, he just couldn’t believe what had happened to him in the previous 24 hours.
It was a lot to process.
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Noah remembered the rollercoaster of emotions he went through when he was alone in the elevator. Suprise. He had not expected the doors of the elevator to close. Disbelief. For a second he thought that he had gone insane. Joy. The elevator was really going up. Euphoria. It could only mean one thing, he was allowed to go. Shock. That wasn’t true, he didn’t know what would happen to him. Fear. He would most likely meet the kidnapper now.
When the elevator had stopped and the door opened again, Noah was so afraid, he couldn’t move. He had closed his eyes and was desperately hoping to feel a breeze of fresh air in his face.
“Don’t forget to breathe, Noah. And open your eyes, please.”
Noah opened his eyes, triggered by the unknown voice. He expected to see an old, ugly man. Instead, his eyes caught a young, rather attractive white man with blond, short hair. He was wearing jeand and a black shirt. Noah estimated him to be around 25 years old. He had a little stubble over his face and his white teeth were shining when he smiled at Noah.
“There you go. Hi Noah. How are you feeling?”
Noah was gobsmacked. After a few seconds he managed a stammered “A-alright, I-I guess.”
The man gave him another smile. “Good. That’s good. My name’s Mark.”
Noah woke up from his shock. “You are the kidnapper?”
To Noah’s surprise, Mark shook his head. “No, I’m not. I’m just something like an assistant. The man you mean is behind this door.” he said, pointing to the only door across the room.
Only now did Noah notice the room he was looking at. It was a small, oval room, laid out with white carpet and lightened with the same kind of ceiling lamp as in The Bunker. Apart from the elevator door, the room had only one other door, which was directly behind Mark. When Noah looked to the right, he saw a desk with some electronic devices and a keyboard and two chairs in front of the desk. Above the desk, multiple monitors hung on the wall. They showed images from inside The Bunker. Noah quickly realized that those were the surveillance cameras. As the kidnapper had told them, they showed everything apart from their bedrooms and the bathroom.
“Come here please.” Mark told him, so Noah slowly stepped out of the elevator and went to Mark, suspiciously. Mark took him to the monitors.
“You realize what you are looking at right now?” he asked Noah.
Noah just nodded.
“Watch this.” Mark said and smirked, before pressing a button on the keyboard. Noah could hear the alarm sound going off from within the monitors. He watched the six remaining boys trapped in The Bunker, who were standing around, seemingly debating what just happened to Noah. When they heard the sound, the group hesitantly broke up and went to their bedrooms. Noah watched Mark pressing some more buttons and he realized that Mark had just locked the doors of the bedrooms.
Mark looked at him patiently after that, obviously waiting for Noah to say something. When he realized that the 17 year old was too shy or too scared to do so, he gestured to the chairs and told him: “Sit down please, Noah.”
When he did, Mark gave him another smile. “Do you want to ask or should I explain?” he asked him calmly.
Noah shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He swallowed before he said carefully: “Please explain.”
Mark nodded, as if this was the answer he was hoping to get.
“Sooo, where can I start. As I said, my name is Mark. I’m something like an assistant to the man who took you here. My job is to keep things going down in your bunker. I’m responsible for your clothes, your food stocks and so on. I make sure that you all keep to the daily schedule. However, my main interest is to observe your behavior. You see, Noah, I’ve studied psychology and this situation you have to endure down there is in my eyes a really interesting experiment. I know, I know, what a cruel thing to say to you. Believe me, I’m not happy that you boys have to go through this and especially that what is to come in the next days and weeks. But my curiosity has prevailed, you know. And I’m not responsible for this situation, I didn’t kidnap you. That’s another guy, who is outside. You will see him for the first and last time when you are allowed to leave The Bunker. That’s of course only if you’re not going to be the last boy remaining, but I wouldn’t worry to much, I guess you’ll be one of the first ones to be allowed to leave. At least if you behave the way I predicted for you. Anyway, this other man by the way is the only one of us who is interested in all the sexual content. In my mind, they exaggerate the experiment a little, but your kidnapper, as you all seem to call him, is doing this experiment mainly because of his sexual feelings for you boys. So all the naughty tasks come from him, not from me. Though I have to admit that I have come to appreciate the things he’s going to let you do…”
He said the last sentence while inspecting Noah’s body with a little sparkle in his eyes. Noah got goosebumps by the friendly speaking man looking at him in such a sexual way.
“Why am I here then? Here in this room, I mean?” he asked Mark.
“Excellent question.” he replied. “The kidnapper…I like that name by the way, let’s just keep calling him this way…The kidnapper has asked me to speak with you a little. To say the truth, I think you’re his favourite. By the way, he wanted me to show this to you.”
Mark reached inside one of the desk drawers and pulled out a picture. Although it was a bit distorted, Noah immediately recognized his snap.
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Noah was so embarrassed by that picture. He had taken it when he was 14 years old. It was for a boy his age with whom he was chatting. The conversation had quickly turned into a teasing, sexual kind of chat and Noah loved it. Shortly before he sent this picture, he had received a dick pic from the other boy so Noah wanted to tease a little bit as well. He was too afraid to send him a fully nude one and that turned out to be the right decision, as the picture was leaked online. Noah never heard of the boy ever again and has never sent such a picture to anybody ever again. Also, it had spoiled his pleasure in following his desire of sexual experiments with other boys. Noah knew that he was bisexual since he was thirteen years old, but he had not yet had the opportunity to try something with another boy. He hadn’t lied the day before at the roundtable. A blowjob from a girl he knew was the only sexual experience he had thus far. But he was always desperate to try it with another boy. Especially his friend Finn Wolfhard was on his mind on countless occasions when he was jerking off. His lips, his curly, black hair that were a bit too long, his super skinny body. Noah wanted Finn to blow him so much and at times, he even wanted to blow Finn. But Noah was not willing to risk destroying their friendship, so he had never dared to make the first step. And since he was a famous child actor, he couldn’t just speak openly about his sexuality with other boys. The experience with the picture in front of him taught him that.
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“Why are you showing this to me?” Noah growled. Seeing this again made him upset.
“Your kidnapper has asked me to.” Mark answered calmly and winked at Noah. “I guess this makes him a bit horny. He wanted to tell you that he wanted you ever since he saw this picture for the first time. I’m sorry to tell you these things so bluntly, but as I said I’m acting on the behest of your kidnapper. Just consider me as a mailman. You hear it from me, but they are not my thoughts.”
Awkward silence fell over the room, before Mark finally put the picture back in the drawer and continued.
“He wants you to know that he likes you a lot and that he has no interest in keeping you down there for any longer than necessary. He wants a fair competition and you will have to do things in order to get out of there. But think, Noah. Who was the first boy who could leave his room? Who is the first boy who got up here? He obviously wants you to get out of here.”
Noah nodded at that. He had wondered for some time now why his door had opened as the first one on the very first morning. This information made him feel a bit relieved.
“What exactly do I need to do for being the first one to escape?” he asked.
Mark chuckled. “Good question. I swear to god, I don’t know. I don’t know what will happen in the next days. I know the sex task for tomorrow but not more. And I doubt that the kidnapper will involve me in any decisions. But please keep going, ask me anything.”
Noah thought for a moment. “How does he know things about us? He said that he would know it if anything would lie at the roundtable earlier.”
Mark nodded. “Another good question. What I know is that he was saying the truth. He knows a lot about all of you. I read files he made about all of you and they were incedibly detailed. He knows for example that you are bisexual. You have a crush on Finn Wolfhard, right? I have no idea where he’s got his intel from, but he knows everything.”
Noah looked at him in shock. How could he possibly know this? After he let that sink in, another question came to Noah’s mind. “Did any of the boys lie on the roundtable?”
Mark smirked. “You ask all the right questions Noah. No. Much to our surprise, nobody said something that the kidnapper considered a lie. He was quite happy with all of you after that.”
“Okay, but I still don’t really know what I’m supposed to do here with you.”
Mark smiled again. “Well, you don’t really have to do anything. You are just here so that I can get to know you a little. Oh, and the kidnapper has a message for you…”
“Which is …?” Noah wanted to know, half curious, half scared.
“Tomorrow, there will be a new task. You will be at the center of it. This time you are not allowed to defy. If you do not participate in tomorrow’s task, the kidnapper would have to punish you very hardly. I don’t think he wants to do that, but I know that he’d do it anyway if you boycott him tomorrow.” Mark explained to Noah.
Noah got scared. “What will it be about?” he asked.
“I’m not allowed to tell you.” Mark said, smiling at Noah like he was apologizing.
“It’s time for you to go back down now. Please go back into your room immediately. By the way: You are free to share anything that just happened with the other boys, if you want to.”
Mark led Noah back to the elevator. Noah noticed that the elevator had a button to press next to the door up here. Noah stepped inside the elevator. When he turned around, he looked at Mark once more. He asked: “Will I see you again?”
Mark gave him another smile. Noah felt that this was a very honest one.
“I hope so very much indeed, Noah.”
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When he woke up the next morning, Noah Schnapp was afraid of what was awaiting him.
He wasn’t allowed to deny today’s task. He was praying that it wouldn’t turn out bad for him. He had a feeling that Mark spoke the truth when he said that the kidnapper liked him, but there was no way of knowing for sure…
He was unsure whether he should tell the boys about what happened. After all, he had something like a competition to win down here. But he figured that he would like to be told as well if the situation was the other way around.
The boys were surprised to see him again. They gave him a pitiful look. It seemed to Noah that they had thought that he had been let go. They quickly started bombarding him with questions.
“What happened?” Dylan enquired.
“Where were you?” Jacob asked.
“Did you see him?” Iain wanted to know.
“Calm down, calm down.” Noah said to the boys. He told them to sit down at the dining table.
It took Noah about five minutes to explain exactly what happened. He told them about the room, about the monitors and the exit door. He told them about Mark and that he seemed to care for them at least a little, that he wasn’t the pervert. He told them that the kidnapper knew things that he couldn’t possibly know. He told them that Mark said that no one had lied the day before. He even told them about the picture and that the kidnapper seemed to like him. The only thing he didn’t tell the other boys was about today’s task.
“Did he seem trustworthy to you?” Roman asked. “I mean do you believe him?”
Noah thought about that for a second. Then he nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”
The boys didn’t know what to do with these new information and frankly, Noah didn’t know either. After some moments of silence, the boys stood up and started their daily routines. Showering, having breakfast and then they started to play video games and watch movies.
It was about 11:00 am when the elevator sent down today’s envelope. Noah was anxiously curious this time. He hoped it wouldn’t go too bad for him.
Dylan Kingwell had become something of a leader of the group and as always, he picked up the envelope. He also brought a black blindfold with him from the elevator and Noah grew even more anxious. Dylan started to read.
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Dearest boys,
So, now you know my assistant Mark. I hope many of you will have the pleasure of meeting him in the next days and weeks.
But there was a reason why I especially wanted Mark to talk with Noah. I kinda like him. He’s a good guy, don’t you think? I especially like how he treats the younger ones. He took care of Iain yesterday when he had some trouble sitting down. Noah is a good, caring friend for all of you.
That’s why I decided that today you boys can be good, caring friends for Noah.
Here’s today’s task for you boys: At exactly 02:00 pm, you will hear the alarm sound. You will then immediately go to your rooms. Then, one after the other, you will hear an alarm sound in your rooms and you are allowed to leave the room again. In the meantime, Noah will have made himself comfortable on one of the couches. His sweatpants and his boxershorts will be pulled down to his ankles. Noah will be wearing the blindfold that I just sent you. You can all test it – Noah will not be able to see a thing. Noah has to make sure that his penis is hard when your task starts. So, you will have the possibility to leave your room one by one, go to Noah and caress his penis. Just stroke him, give him a blowjob, you’re free to choose. If you choose to do so, you are not allowed to communicate with Noah in any way. As always, you can opt to do nothing. In that case, just stay in your room when you hear the alarm for the first time. But here’s the thing. Since you’re not allowed to talk and Noah will be blind, no one would ever know if you do something or not. Well, I would know it of course and it would please me a lot to see some of you being good to Noah. Each of you will be given ten minutes of time. If you went out of your room, you will hear an alarm sound in the living room and you will go back into your room immediately. Noah, you are not allowed to cum during the task. However, when all six boys have had their opportunity, you will hear the alarm sound three times in the living room. From then on, you have another ten minutes to finish yourself. Enjoy it, Noah!
Noah is not allowed to deny the task. Otherwise he will be punished.
Noah is allowed to talk during the task. However, the rest of you are not allowed to talk with Noah during the task. Otherwise you will be punished.
You are not allowed to talk about the task with each other, like ever. You will each know what you have done and Mark and I will know it as well. Nobody else. Ever. Otherwise, you will be punished.
Understood? Have fun!
Love, Your Kidnapper
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Noah was barely able to hide his excitement. This was as good as it could get for him. Of course he felt a bit weird about those innocent boys being asked to do those things to him. Especially since he figured that they wouldn’t like to do that. But still, he was desperately hoping that today some of the boys would choose to participate in the dirty task.
He was disappointed when he heard Dylan quietly talking with the other boys, instructing them not to do anything. For a second he thought that Jacob had rolled his eyes on Dylan, but he wasn’t sure.
Noah Schnapp suddenly realized that he was actually hoping for those boys to blow him. He didn’t even know them three days ago and now he was praying that they changed their tactics into a more participating strategy. But then again, Noah hadn’t received a blowjob in over two months and didn’t jerk off in a week, so his horniness was easy to explain.
He couldn’t wait for 02:00 pm to come.
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After lunch, Noah’s cock was already halfway erected. He felt bad about it but he was really hoping that something would happen.
At 02:00 pm sharp, the alarm sound went off. Noah felt the uncomfortable looks he received from the boys. He locked eyes with every single one of them, trying to encourage them with a little smile.
When they were in their rooms, Noah took the blindfold and sat down on the couch closer to the stairs. He now knew for sure how the living room looked like on the surveillance cameras, so he felt a bit embarrassed about it, but he stripped down his green sweatpants and his green underwear, as he was told to do. He put on the blindfold and really, he wasn’t even able to make out shapes.
“Please let one of them come down here.” Noah whispered.
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Noah Schnapp began caressing his cock very slowly and gently. After a few seconds he thought that something felt different to when he normally jerked off. Then he knew it. He was normally completely nude. Noah decided to take off his shirt as well. He unveiled his well defined upper body. He was working out quite a bit so he had a nice sixpack. He wasn’t extremely muscular bu definitely more than just athletic. His nipples were already harder than his cock. Noah gently stroked his penis with his left hand and used the right hand to grope his balls. Boy they are full, Noah thought to himself. A soft moan escaped Noah’s mouth when he had reached a full erection. His cock was beautifully shaped, very straight and measured a little more than 6,5 inches. Noah was uncut and he was always eager to keep his pubic hair trimmed. Therefore, he currently had only a few stubbles above his penis and at his balls.
Noah relaxed and leaned back. He wanted to enjoy this. If one of the boys would come to help him out, great. If not, he would just have a nice wank for himself. The circumstances were scary enough, so he could at least have that little bit of fun. And he’d even be rewarded for it by the kidnapper.
A few minutes passed and nothing happened. Noah figured that the first boy seemed to pass. He was already mentally preparing himself for the disappointment that none of the boys would come. Then he paused for a second. He thougt he had heard something. Yeah, there it was again. It were footsteps. Noah’s cock twitched and his face started to glow with excitement. He could hear the footsteps coming closer and closer and then he heard them stop.
He could sense a boy standing directly in front of him. He could even hear him breathe. He seemed to gather his willpower. Whoever was standing in front of him was either scared or cramped. Noah understood that, but his lust had already prevailed. He wanted to be spoiled. Noah could hear the other boy taking a few deep breaths. Then it happened. Noah was still slowly rubbing his cock, when he felt a hand on his own telling him to move his hand away. Noah did. After a few seconds, the warm grip of a hand closed around his penis. Noah inhaled sharply. It was a rather small hand, so Noah figured it had to be one of the younger boys. The hand started to stroke him very carefully and very insecurely. But Noah loved it. He was just sitting there and enjoying it. From time to time he let out a moan. Noah couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He felt a little guilty but he definitely didn’t want it to stop. Then, he had an idea. “Wait a second.” he said and the grip of the hand left his rock hard dick. Noah layed down on the couch. “There, now you can sit beside me.” he whispered to the unknown boy. Whoever it was did as Noah said. But now the boy didn’t take back Noah’s cock in his hand, but started to touch his balls and was stroking his inner thigh. Noah was really sensitive there, so the movements of the hand there made him breathe faster and moan louder. When the boy focused on Noah’s dick again, Noah let out a soft “Hmmmm…” and then said “This is really good.” That made the other boy chuckle a little but he was disciplined and didn’t say anything back. But Noah had an idea by now. He thought about it for a second but then he ditched his doubts and stretched out his hand. Noah touched the other boys hair and started petting them a little. He felt Jackson flinch for a second, but he didn’t move away. “Keep going.” Noah whispered to him, himself continuing to stroke Jackson’s soft, straight hair. He just knew it was Jackson Robert Scott jerking off his cock. The small hands, the clearly unexperienced way of wanking, the chuckle and those soft hair. It could be Iain or Jacob as well, but Noah was pretty sure that Iain would follow Dylan’s instructions not to do anything and Jacob should be a bit more secure in dealing with a dick, Noah figured. It had to be Jackson. Just as Noah felt like he could get close to an orgasm, the alarm sound came and Jackson immediately took his hand away. “Thanks.” Noah said breathlessly, but Jackson knew the rules, he didn’t say a word.
It was unbelievable for Noah Schnapp that this had just really happened. He had loved being caressed by a 13 year old boy. An unbelievable sentence just four days ago. He made a mental note to be nice to Jackson in the next days. Noah hoped that someone else might come to him. And he wasn’t disappointed. A minute had passed since Jackson went back to his room when Noah heard footsteps again. They were quicker this time, as if the boy would be more convinced of his decision to come down to Noah.
Again, Noah could hear and feel the breathing of another person in front of him. The breathing sounded louder. Maybe Dylan, Noah thought for himself. He could hear the other boy kneeling down before the couch. When Noah felt the grip of a hand on his dick, he immediately knew he was right. This had to be Dylan Kingwell. His hand was just as big as his own and his skin was a bit rougher than Jackson’s had been. Also, the pressure on his dick was higher, the hand was tighter. That was an almost grown-up man. Noah found it somewhat funny that he could feel that through his hard cock. He had to hold back a laugh when he realized it was Dylan. What a cheat, Noah thought to himself. Dylan was clearly playing against his own rules. But Noah wasn’t that surprised by it. A bit disappointed, but not surprised. Nontheless, Noah now wished he had filmed something for the camera two days ago. Dylan did so, he now understood. Dylan wanked Noah’s dick a bit more mechanically, it was obvious to Noah that his fellow 17 year old knew how to deal with an erect penis. He also didn’t take care of Noah’s balls or something else, which Noah could understand. It had to be weird for Dylan as a clearly heterosexual guy. Still, Noah groaned in pleasure. Noah couldn’t help but imagine Dylan’s face and body while he was receiving a handjob by him. Noah thought that Dylan was a really attractive boy. He valued him for his intelligence, but he didn’t particularily like him as a person. He didn’t know if he could trust him. Now he knew for sure that Dylan could not be trusted. But this didn’t change the fact that Dylan was doing a pretty good job with his hand. After a while, Noah felt that he was close. “Stop it, I’m gonna cum.” he said to Dylan and Noah could hear how the other boy was holding back a laughter. Noah chuckled as well. “Sorry, you’re just quite good at this.” Noah said with a grin, but the other boy had found his composure again. Maybe thirty seconds had passed when Noah had recovered. Then he felt something wet and warm on his dick. Before he realized what happened, he felt the same sensation on his cock again. Noah groaned loudly. Dylan Kingwell had just licked over his entire hardon – twice. He hadn’t really taken it in his mouth but it was close enough. It felt so warm and good for Noah, he wanted to ask Dylan to do it again, but the alarm sound went off and Dylan had disappeared in no time.
Nothing happened for a while. Noah estimated that it had to be five minutes since Dylan left and he had already gotten used to the idea that no one else would come, when he heard steps again. Another boy was coming down. They’re all doing their own strategy, Noah realized. But he would think about that later, now his cock was ready for some more pleasure.
Noah was still laying down on his back with his hard cock sticking up in the air when he felt another boy climbing onto the couch. Noah was surprised to perceive a very calm, secure breathing. Whoever this boy was didn’t seem to be too afraid of what was happening. Noah felt so good when he felt another hand on his dick once more. He prepared himself for another handjob, but whoever was leaning over him had other plans. Noah’s body bucked by the unexpected sensation of a mouth covering the tip of his penis. He let out some surprised, but aroused sounds. The other boy quickly worked his way down his cock, taking more and more of Noah’s thrubbing cock inside his mouth. “Oh my goood…” Noah moaned when he felt the warmth of the other boy’s mouth around his dick. He was sucking him off. But not in an innocent, careful way, but really determined. He had probably never done that before, Noah could feel that. But he also felt that the other boy wasn’t afraid of it. The boy had Noah’s cock a little more than halfway in his mouth and thrusted for a good minute. Noah heard some gagging, but the boy was not slowing down. He wasn’t experienced, Noah was sure about that by now, but still it was heaven. Noah lost himself in the pleasure and was moaning loudly without restraint. “Hmmm that’s sooo greeeaat…Ahhhh yeaaahh…Hm yaaa just like this…Oh goood.” Noah had stretched out his arms behind his head, exposing himself completely to the cocksucker of a boy below him. Noah was ready to cum in the boy’s throat. He was so close when suddenly he remembered that he wasn’t allowed to. Just in time, he grabbed the other boy’s hair and pulled his head away from his twitching cock. The other boy let out a sound of surprise and pain. Noah could literally hear the boy wiping his mouth, which was drooling. Noah heard that he was a bit exhausted. So was he himself. “I’m-I’m sorry, I almost c-came…” Noah said, trying to catch his breath. “Oh my god, this was soooo good.” he said, still shaking. It took Noah a while to recover. “You can go on. I mean, if you want to.” He said after a while. The other boy went on to caress his penis with his hand now and was stroking gently over Noah’s ripped tummy. Noah couldn’t help but think that the boy was actually really liking this. After all, that was such a passionate blowjob. Noah didn’t know for sure who that boy was that just touched him. When he pulled his hair, he was quite sure that they were curly. His hands felt not really small but also not like his or Dylan’s. Maybe Roman? But Roman was such a calm and reserved boy. He couldn’t imagine him being so thrilled to blow another boy. Walker? The more Noah thought about it, the more the hands and mouth of the boy felt like they could belong to Walker Scobell. But geez, he was only 13, Noah thought. Could a 13 year old be so fearless about sucking off another guy? Or maybe it was Jacob? Jacob hadn’t exactly curly but quite long hair, so maybe they only felt curly. Maybe he was mistaken in his perception. Sadly, Noah couldn’t just ask the boy if he could touch him. He was afraid that the kidnapper wouldn’t like that and the last thing Noah wanted was a punishment. So there was no way of knowing for sure in this particular case. Whoever that boy was, Noah thought, he definitely was not opposed to pleasing his dick. Noah hadn’t even asked for it, but the boy had returned to stroking Noah’s cock slowly and was licking gently over his glans. Noah felt amazing and started to playfully circling around his nipples with his fingers. Just as Noah was under the impression that the boy was about to put it in his mouth again, the alarm sound went off. “Wow, thank you.” Noah said. The boy kissed Noah’s dick as a goodbye, which elicites another moan from Noah. His cock was throbbing, he had never been so horny before.
After the boy left, Noah was convinced there wouldn’t be anyone else. Three were already more than he expected. It also meant that he already had three boys competing with him for the first spot to leave The Bunker. But he was proven wrong. He heard another boy walking down the stairs. Or was it still the previous one? No, those footsteps were more silent, more careful. Noah could hear at the way the boy walked that this one was a bit afraid, just like Jackson was earlier.
The boy sat down next to Noah on the couch. He needed a lot of time to gain the willpower. Noah heard him taking a deep breath and then he felt an incredibly soft and tender hand around his cock. Noah could feel that the boy was anxious so he whispered “Go slow.” to reassure him. The boy did as he was told and slowly started stroking Noah’s cock. By now it was already covered in a lot of precum. Noah really liked the feeling of the boy’s hands. The boy wasn’t really accomplished in jerking off another boy, but Noah wouldn’t be either if the situation was the other way around. Noah sensed that the boy was coy and felt rather uncomfortable. But then he did something Noah hadn’t expected. He cleared his throat before he carefully tried taking it inside his mouth. The boy’s teeth touched his glans a little, which hurt Noah, but he didn’t want to say anything. After all the boy clearly had to bring himself to do that. Noah felt incredibly soft, long hair on his chest as the boy leaned over him. He knew that it was Jacob. No other boy down here had hair this long. Noah was surprised that Jacob was brave enough to suck him off, but he didn’t want to complain. He heard Jacob gagging, he was clearly struggling with the blowjob. Just as Noah thought that Jacob’s soft lips had found their rhythm, he stopped. He was caressing his penis and his balls with his hand a little longer, but then he left abruptly before the alarm sound had even gone off. Clearly, Jacob Tremblay hadn’t liked the experience, but this was hardly his fault, Noah thought to himself. He was feeling a bit guilty anyways, but he was too horny and too hard to care.
A few moments later, Noah Schnapp heard the alarm sound going off quickly three times in a row. He didn’t need to think about it. He wanted to finish. He was thinking about going into the bathroom for it, but he feared that the kidnapper wouldn’t like to see that. So he just kept laying there. He needed to thrust for about ten more seconds, then his full balls exploded and Noah covered his chest in his own cum. He squirted the biggest load of his entire life and his shot had even reached his chin.
He stayed there for another minute, catching his breath. Then he wiped away the cum off his chin, grabbed his clothes and went for a shower.
Only after he came out of the bathroom and turned on the TV, the doors of the other six boys were opened again and they joined Noah in the living room.
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The boys followed the kidnapper’s orders. Not a word was spoken about today’s task.
Not much was said during the rest of the day in general, and Noah felt weird. He felt excluded, as if the other boys had become a bit jealous of him being a favourite of the kidnapper. Maybe they were just seeing him differently given what they had done with his cock today. Maybe they didn’t trust him, because he had been up there and they hadn’t.
Noah cooked dinner for the whole group. Then they went and watched a movie, before everyone took a shower. The daily routine was the same, but the atmosphere was different. Not dejected, like the first two days. Not optimistic, like yesterday. It wasn’t really anger or hate. Noah couldn’t quite find the right word for it. It was something between mistrust and hostility.
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When Noah Schnapp went to his room at 09:45 pm on Day 4 in The Bunker, he simply couldn’t believe what had happened to him in the previous 24 hours. It was a lot to process. But one thing, he had realized today. It occurred to him before when he was laying on the couch earlier. He probably was too focused on his penis back then. Maybe Noah had been too much in good faith to realize it earlier. But now it was very clear. Some of the other boys were very much participating in the dirty stuff! The mind games were already on!
Mark had given him a hint. Something he chose not to tell the other boys. At first, Noah hadn’t known what to do with it, but after today it seemed true.
After Noah had gone inside the elevator again and Mark had looked at him with a serious face.
“You can’t trust them, Noah.”
Chapter 9: Day 5 - Part 1 with Jacob Tremblay
Boys involved:
Green: Noah Schnapp, 17
Red: Iain Armitage, 13
Yellow: Walker Scobell, 13
Pink: Roman Griffin Davis, 15
Blue: Jacob Tremblay, 15
Orange: Dylan Kingwell, 17
Purple: Jackson Robert Scott, 13
Jacob had followed his plan. He was doing enogh to keep the kidnapper’s attention on him.
He made a nice video (although he didn’t show his dick, only played with bis nude butt for a while) and spanked Iain without mercy just as the kidnapper had wished. Two days ago, when they were sitting down together to talk about their sexual experiences, Jacob sticked to the truth and told them that he was jerking off since his 13th birthday and that his favourite fantasy is of a girl riding his dick. Yesterday, he was motivated to show the kidnapper just how much he wanted to please Noah Schnapp’s cock (what he really wanted was to show the kidnapper just how much he wanted to get out of The Bunker) but Jacob had struggled with that. Firstly, he was discouraged by the look of Noah’s hard cock, because it was already wet, which meant that someone had blown him before, and also because Noah’s cock was so much bigger than Jacob’s. Jacob wasn’t gay but he couldn’t help but admire Noah’s beautifully shaped, over 6 inches long penis. Jacob Tremblay would have given everything to change his tiny, 3 inch boyish dick for Noah Schnapp’s grown-up cock. He had been nervous before as this would become his very first sexual interaction and he could imagine greater experiences for that than to be with a blindfolded 17 year old guy in order to escape his prison. But when Jacob saw Noah laying on the couch with his intimidating and already wet dick, Noah’s nervousness turned into fear. He really didn’t want to do it, but he knew he needed to. So Jacob had caressed Noah’s cock a little with his hands, which was weird and uncomfortable, but not really bad. It was unusual for Jacob, because he needed to use his whole hand and make a fist in order to masturbate Noah properly. He only ever used two fingers when he was stroking himself, so it definitely was a weird experience, but nothing terrible. But he fucking hated the blowjob. He decided to suck Noah off because he thought this would be one of the best opportunities to make a good impression on the kidnapper withouht having to show his dick. But now Jacob just wanted to forget the feeling of a cock in his mouth. The dick was already dripping, so Jacob had the taste of Noah’s precum in his mouth, which was really gross. But far worse than that was that Jacob was gagging all the time. He tried so hard not to, but he couldn’t avoid it. It was just too big for his mouth and tears were forming in his eyes pretty quickly. After half a minute or so, Jacob just couldn’t bring himself to continue, so he stopped and left Noah. He had gone to his room, laid on his bed and cried over this disgusting and embarrassing experience.
This was just not fair! Why was he forced to do stuff like this?
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The next morning – it was Day 5 for the boys at The Bunker – Jacob was sitting across from Noah at the dining table for some breakfast, but he was unable to look Noah in the face. His mind was trying to deal with what happened during the last days. He still hadn’t quite figured out how he got here. The last thing he remembered was videocalling his friend Brooklyn. Brooklyn was 15 years old just like Jacob and he was living in the United Kingdom. They met over a mutual friend of their mothers when they were about eight or nine years old and had been in touch ever since. Although they didn’t meet in person that often, Jacob considered Brooklyn his best friend. He missed him right now. Down here, Jacob felt lonely. It was still weird to wear those blue clothes or to be surrounded by those six famous child actors the whole time. Jacob was thinking about what Noah told them about Mark the whole time, but he couldn’t quite figure it out. Was Mark a good guy? Was there maybe a way how he could help them? Is it even true that there is another one or is it maybe just Mark playing with the boys? Or worse: Was Noah even telling the truth?
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It was by far the worst day in The Bunker so far for Jacob. He still hadn’t processed what he had done with Noah Schnapp yesterday, but also the atmosphere today was really tense. The boys seemed all quite contemplative, which made sense because the day of the first release was getting closer and closer. Just two days before he might be out of here, Jacob thought to himself, but quickly realized that the other boys must have had the exact same thought going through their minds right now. So everyone was nervous, but also unnerved by the other boys and the whole situation. At least that’s how Jacob felt.
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It was already around 3pm when this day’s task arrived via the elevator. As always, the boys gathered before the elevator to see what kind of perversion the kidnapper had in mind for them today.
Inside was the expected letter, but also a small wooden box.
The letter read: Read the letter before you touch the box
Dylan read the letter:
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Hello my loves,
I really enjoyed what you did with Noah yesterday. I think he did so too. What a show, you naughty little boys – loved it !
Now, for today, it’s not going to get that complicated.
First: Roman Griffin Davis, you sweet, innocent boy. I want you to take the box and go with it to your room. You will be locked inside the room until tomorrow morning. You are not allowed to open the box before you are in your room. You are not allowed to discuss the contents of the box with the other boys. Only you are allowed to touch the box. Further instructions are inside the box. Go now!
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Just like the other boys, Jacob was staring at Roman, who had blushed and looked just as irritated as everyone else. What did that have to mean?
“Well, that’s something else…” Jacob heard Walker whisper while the six remaining boys were watching Roman, as the 15 year old followed the instructions. He took the box and went to his room without saying another word.
Dylan read on:
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As for the other six young gentlemen:
Your task for today is this:
You will form groups of three. Orange with Yellow and Purple. Green with Red and Blue. Each group will take one couch at the living room. Please sit down there and then I want Dylan and Noah as each group’s leader to introduce your team-members to the art of making out. You two have experience in kissing, show the others how it’s done. I would love to see a proper make-out session. Oh, and please take off your t-shirts before you start.
As always: You don’t have to. But today is a bit more interesting. The group that performs worse will receive a punishment. If both groups don’t do anything, none of you will be punished, but neither will anyone have gained some points.
And by the way. Dylan or Noah will receive a special reward, depending on whose group makes a better job.
So, enjoy yourselves and start right now.
Love, Your Kidnapper
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Jacob was unsure of what to think about today’s task.
Of course it was ideal for him, as he could do a lot without needing to undress. Kissing couldn’t be that bad. He had never done it, at least not properly with tongue and stuff, the kisses with sealed lips on a movie set could hardly be considered as making out. And lips were lips, so it couldn’t be that gross to make out with other boys and he could just think about girls while doing it. On the other hand, Jacob knew that there was a danger of punishment if the other group did better. Jacob Tremblay didn’t like the thought of meeting Noah again so soon, but as Noah seemed to be some sort of favourite of the kidnapper, he knew that Noah would obey and participate in this make-out session in order not to lose his status of favourite. Green with Red and Blue, the kidnapper had written.
Green was Noah, Blue himself obviously and Red? ... Red was Iain Armitage, as Jacob saw the unsettled-looking boy in his red shirt and red sweatpants. Iain was still an awkward child in sexual matters, Jacob thought to himself. He also believed that Iain was one of the boys who may very well have not done a single thing of the tasks so far. But Iain liked Noah, he was around the 17 year old boy in green a lot. So Jacob was quite certain that Iain would just do whatever Noah told him on that couch.
“You’ll do it, right?” Dylan asked in Noah’s direction.
Noah thought for a moment, but then nodded. “We both know you’re in the game already” he said to Dylan, not hostile but in a matter-of-fact way.
Dylan gritted his teeth but then managed a little smile. “Thought so.”
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A few seconds of silence had passed, then Noah had taken Iain’s shoulder and gently pushed him in Jacob’s direction.
“Do you agree we should do it?” Noah asked the two of them.
Iain’s looked scared. “Erm…I-I-I never…”
“I know, Iain. I’ll show you, that’s the whole point.”
“Okay for me.” Jacob said, which earned him a little smile from Noah.
Iain still looked unsure and awkward. Noah laid a hand on his shoulder: “Look, Iain, I’m sorry to say it that bluntly, but the other boys will do it either way, if we’re not doing it, we’ll be punished. You want that?”
Iain’s blood had drained from his face. “No!” he gasped.
“So there’s not much of a choice, right?” Noah said.
Jacob patted Iain’s shoulder now as well. “Come on, it won’t be that bad.” At least Jacob hoped that it wouldn’t.
Iain gave in and nodded. “Okay then.”
In a matter of moments, the two groups had each sat down on one of the couches. Jacob had a feeling that this might be really awkward and strange now, but a little part of him was curious as well. He had never kissed anybody seriously. His friend Brooklyn from the UK had suggested once that they could just try it out together so that they were prepared for girls. Of course he had said it only as a joke and the boys burst out laughing after he said it, but Jacob wished now that he had been serious. Not that he liked Brooklyn in such a way, he just wished that it was someone else than Noah Schnapp for his very first kiss. He still had the taste of Noah’s precum from yesterday in his mouth and he was about to taste Noah again.
“You ready?” Jacob heard Noah asking to himself and Iain.
Jacob nodded. Iain nodded.
Noah grinned a little. Jacob was unsure if it was because he wanted to encourage them or because he was actually looking forward to it.
“Don’t forget to strip your shirts, boys.” he shouted to the other couch in a teasingly sexy voice, before winking at Jacob.
Chapter 10: Day 5 - Part 2 with Dylan Kingwell
Boys involved:
Green: Noah Schnapp, 17
Red: Iain Armitage, 13
Yellow: Walker Scobell, 13
Pink: Roman Griffin Davis, 15
Blue: Jacob Tremblay, 15
Orange: Dylan Kingwell, 17
Purple: Jackson Robert Scott, 13
Dylan Kingwell knew by now that his strategy had not gone perfectly well.
He had suspected it the whole time, but Noah’s statement just now as well as the behavior of the other boys had given him clarity. Noah Schnapp knew that Dylan had cheated on his own statements to defy the kidnapper and not to participate in any of the tasks. Therefore, Dylan could count on Noah starting to do all the dirty stuff now as well – or maybe he had already done so from the very beginning. And since the other boys seemed not too scared of participating in this make-out session, Dylan guessed that some of them may have done the same.
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His strategy may have failed, but Dylan was still confident that the odds might be in his favour.
He had already done some naughty stuff for the kidnapper. He couldn’t imagine one of the other boys delivering a more sexy and teasing video for the very first task. Together with Noah, Dylan made sure that Iain received the paddling that the kidnapper wanted to have and he himself had made the two first hits, where he did not go easy on Iain. He had initiated that the boys should sit down and talk about their sexuality two days ago. That surely was highly credited to him by the kidnapper, Dylan thought.
But yesterday, Dylan’s confidence was reduced a little when Noah told them about Mark. Not that his confidence had anything to do with Mark, he just didn’t like the fact that Noah was treated differently and now knew things that he himself probably didn’t. And why was it Noah who met Mark? What was so special about him?
Dylan feared that Noah might be the favourite, especially after the task from yesterday. Pleasing Noah for crying out loud. Before that task, Dylan was optimistic that he might win and be the first one to be released from The Bunker. Now, Dylan was not so sure anymore. It had taken too long. If no one else hadn’t done anything with Noah, it would have been over quicker. He had to wait a bit before his door was opened and that would have been fine if he was the last of the guys, but when he was done he had to wait even longer, meaning that there were boys after him and Dylan figured that they had also done stuff to Noah.
Of course there was no way of knowing that for sure. What he knew for sure was that Noah had identified him yesterday. He had feared that this might happen when he did what he did to him; that Noah might realize who he was by the feeling of his hand or the way he was breathing or the smell of his body. Dylan believed that he could identify all of the other boys when he was blindfolded, so it was only fair to assume that Noah could do so as well. So yeah, although he didn’t like it, Dylan had jerked off Noah yesterday to secure the favours of the kidnapper. It felt less weird than he expected it to, basically like jerking off his own dick, just without feeling the ecstasy in the balls. He had even thought about blowing him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it in that moment, he wanted to preserve at least a bit of dignity, so he only licked Noah’s cock a few times. He had licked Noah Schnapp’s cock for fuck’s sake!
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So Dylan was unsettled about the whole situation with the boys and his chances of escaping, but today’s task has lifted his spirits again.
When Noah said that he would do the task, Dylan knew of course that he had to match Noah’s actions. Showing two boys how to make out couldn’t be that hard. It wasn’t his favourite thing to do in the world, but what difference did it make to kiss another boy than his girlfriend? Lips were surely working the same way. Making out was a perfect opportunity to make a good impression on the kidnapper without having to do something really nasty. Plus, Dylan knew that he was way more experienced in kissing than Noah was, so he had an advantage. After Dylan’s boys Jackson and Walker realized that the other group would do it, it hadn’t been difficult to convince them to do it as well.
They had sat down on one of the couches when Dylan heard Noah saying in a teasing voice: “Don’t forget to strip your shirt, boys.”
Dylan grinned. He’d defeat that son of a bitch.
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Dylan knew that he would need to guide the other two boys through it. He also knew that he needed the boys to relax, so he wanted to be as friendly and relaxed as possible. He felt that Walker was more mature than Jackson, so he faced Walker first. He gestured for him to come closer, which he did.
“Okay, here’s what you do.” Dylan said. “When you just kiss someone, it’s lips on lips. Making out is different, when you kiss properly, it’s lips between the lips. Open your mouth a little, okay?”
Walker was looking uncomfortable but he opened his mouth and automatically closed his eyes.
Dylan leaned towards him and pushed his lips inside Walker’s lips, carefully and tenderly. The boys lips felt really soft, Dylan thought. Walker twitched a little, but kept still. Dylan could feel how the boy took a breath when their lips touched. Dylan rested there for a moment, before he slowly pulled back. His eyes met the blue eyes of his opponent. „Have you felt where I was with my lips?“ he asked the boy in a reassuring voice.
Walker nodded: „Mh-hm.“
Then Dylan said: „Okay, now you do the same thing with me.”
Walker leaned towards Dylan and pressed his lips on him, a sensation that felt surprisingly good for the 17 year old. Odd, but quite nice. Really not that different from getting kissed by his girlfriend. When Walker leaned back, Dylan nodded, in order to demonstrate Walker that he did good.
Dylan quickly glanced at the other couch. There, Noah had opted to kneel over Jacob, who was laying flat on his back. Jacob’s head was moving a little while Noah’s lips were on his mouth, but Dylan couldn’t quite see if that was because Jacob felt good or bad about it. Iain was looking at the boys and then quickly looked over to Dylan. Iain’s eyes showed he was intrigued.
Dylan then turned to Jackson. “You ready?”
Jackson nodded shyly.
“Walker, would you show Jackson what you just did?” Dylan asked.
“Erm, okay, ya.” the young boy replied.
Walker and Jackson exchanged a brief kiss. “Do it a bit longer.” Dylan told them. He observed the two boys kissing each other longer. Walker was very stiff, but still Dylan could see that he was trying to do a good job. Jackson on the other hand seemed really excited of the experience. He had shivered a little when he first felt the touch of Walker’s warm, soft lips but had then really leaned into the kiss. Jackson liked it, Dylan found.
After they had let go, Dylan turned back to Walker. “Focus on where I put my hands.” he said to him, before kissing him, this time a bit more passionately. He placed his left hand gently on Walker’s head, at his ear and his cheek. With the other hand he caressed the hair on the back of Walker’s head. He could feel Walker inhaling sharply when he felt those touches, but he didn’t move. Dylan removed his lips, but kept his hands on Walker. Then he leaned back in, caressing the lips playfully before kissing the boy again.
“Okay?” he asked Walker after that.
“Yeah, fine.”
“Do it to Jackson then.”
What a strange situation he was in here, Dylan reflected. If it weren’t with two little boys, he might’ve even liked this. Lips do feel good no matter if boy or girl, Dylan found. But there was a competition to win, he reminded himself and glanced over to Noah, only to look right inside Noah’s eyes. It seemed like Noah wanted to see what was going on at the other couch as well. Dylan’s gaze wandered to Jacob and Iain, the boys in red and blue, who were both kneeling, embracing each other with their naked chests while making out tenderly.
Dylan chose not to interrupt the boys on his team. They seemed to wait for Dylan to tell them to stop, but Dylan wanted to let them get used to this new sensation. Besides, the kidnapper would surely like to see that Dylan let the other boys “enjoy” their task, he figured. So he just watched them for a while, kissing each other with closed eyes, stroking each others hair and cheeks. They were doing really good, Dylan thought.
After a while, he decided to take things to the next level.
“Okay, let’s try this.” he said after sitting down in front of Jackson Robert Scott. “Open your mouth a little bit more and just let it happen. Don’t scare, okay?”
Jackson replied with a nod, seeming both nervous and interested.
Dylan pulled Jackson in for a kiss and after a while started to use his tongue. Jackson didn’t scare. To Dylan’s surprise, he answered almost immediately by letting his tongue discover the unknown other one in his mouth. Dylan was impressed by the boys courage. The two tongues played inside their mouthes for a while, which made Jackson chuckle a little.
“You like this, right?” Dylan asked him playfully.
Jackson didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His blushing gave him away.
“Show Walker then.”
Dylan alternately watched Walker and Jackson making out and Noah Schnapp introducing his tongue to the throat of Iain Armitage on the other couch. Noah seemed rather passionately and Dylan thought to himself that Noah might secretely really like it.
On his couch however, Dylan couldn’t help but notice that Walker Scobell felt more and more uncomfortable with a quite enthusiastic Jackson Robert Scott – or with his tongue, to be precise.
“Calm down a little.” Dylan whispered to Jackson, who was now even laying his arms around Walkers naked waist, trying to pull him in closer. Walkers eyebrows were raised, he was overwhelmed, but he answered the kisses, although a bit more careful than his current kissing partner was behaving.
After a while, Dylan freed Walker from Jackson und then made out himself with Jackson. It took a while, but then Dylan really liked Jackson’s impetuous way of making out.
Minutes passed, in which alternately Dylan made out with Jackson, then Jackson with Walker, then Walker with Dylan. The eldest tried to navigate the two younger boys, alternating between soft, careful kisses and strokes of hair, cheeks, shoulders and upper bodies and episodes of passionately making out. After a while, Dylan had the tastes of Jackson Robert Scott and Walker Scobell deep inside his throat and he couldn’t tell which one belonged to whom anymore.
Whenever he had the time, Dylan checked with the other couch, where things had developed in an equally passionate and wild direction. Jacob Tremblay’s hair was a mess by now, Iain Armitage’s face was bright red and Noah Schnapp was sweating a little. Dylan’s teammates Walker and Jackson were definitely giving their all to avoid a punishment and gain some points at the kidnapper’s, yet Dylan could clearly sense that Jackson was enjoying the situation a lot more than Walker was.
Dylan himself was pleasantly surprised of the sensations that he felt during this making out session. He didn’t love it, but it was definitely a bit fun. He’d never do it voluntarily, but given the circumstances, there were worse ways to spend time in The Bunker, Dylan found.
The whole thing took quite a while, because no group wanted to stop before the other did.
When the six boys finally agreed to stop it, Dylan even saw some quick smiles over some of the boy’s faces. They all tried to play it cool, but for some this was their very first kisses, Dylan realized. When he looked at the clock, Dylan saw that they had made out for almost an hour.
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A few minutes had passed, in which the atmosphere in The Bunker was quite tense and awkward.
Tense, because the boys were awaiting the kidnapper’s judgement. Awkward, because the boys had obviously just buried their tongues inside each other and it hadn’t even been horrible. They all put their shirts back on, yet the boys had problems looking at each other after their experience just now.
Then, all of a sudden, the elevator closed and opened again a few seconds later. In it was another envelope. As always, Dylan stepped inside and read the letter to the boys, who gathered in front of the elevator. While reading, Dylan got angry:
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My babies,
That was – forgive me – fucking amazing! You beautiful, beautiful boys! Thank you so much for that sweet show. Trust me, it was really hard for me to find a winner, you were all doing such amazing jobs, but unfortunately for you, there can only be one winning group.
The winners are Noah, Jacob and Iain – congratulations! But rest assured boys, you all made a very good impression today, you all gained some points on the list.
Dylan, Walker and Jackson: Your punishment will arrive in a few minutes. But don’t be afraid. It’s not going to cause you any pain.
Love, Your Kidnapper
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Dylan was annoyed. He had felt so optimistic about this task. And of course, nothing dramatic had happened, if the kidnapper’s words were to be believed. He made a good impression again, but he had absolutely no desire to receive that punishment, however it may look. He could see on Jackson’s and Walker’s faces that they were feeling the same way.
The audacity of Iain Armitage telling them with a pity-look how sorry he was didn’t improve Dylan’s mood. That childish little boy was probably missing his paddle.
He was getting really furious, Dylan realized, so he needed to take a few deep breaths. Losing control of his mind would mean losing control of the situation. And keeping control was what Dylan Kingwell desperately needed in order to get out of here as soon as possible.
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When the elevator opened again a few minutes later, Dylan’s heart skipped a beat. He had just suffered the shock of his lifetime so far. He expected another envelope so he was just standing a few steps away from the elevator door. When it opened, Dylan flinched backwards.
Inside the elevator was a man.
Dylan estimated the man to be in his mid-30's. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans. He had beige skin, his dark hair was combed-back and he was wearing glasses. He held an expensive looking camera in his right hand and an envelope in the other.
After his brain had recovered from the shock, Dylan turned around to the other boys. Shock, surprise and a bit of fear could be seen on their faces.
“Is that Mark?” Dylan asked Noah.
“No.” Noah simply replied, leaving no doubt that he didn’t know this man either.
The man stepped out of the elevator and handed the envelope to Dylan, who had frozen on the spot when the stranger approached him. “Read out loud.” the man told him, speaking with a little hispanic accent. Dylan figured he might be mexican.
Dylan did as he was told.
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Dylan, my love. No need to be disappointed. You did great today, as you all did. But I just have to keep my promise, so you will have a little punishment. The man you just met is Roberto, a good friend of mine. He will supervise your punishment on my behalf. Don’t expect him to talk a lot to you, that’s not his job. Don’t ask him questions, he won’t answer.
Let’s remember boys, that you cannot refuse the punishment. If you do, you will receive another punishment that will be a hundred times as bad.
Here’s what’s going to happen: Firstly, Noah, Jacob and Iain, please leave the living room. Go into the kitchen or your rooms (I allow it exceptionally) but give the losing group a little privacy.
Now, Dylan, Jackson and Walker: Roberto here has a nice camera. With this camera, he will take exactly seven pictures of the three of you and bring them to me. He will give you seven cards one after the other, where you will find precise instructions on what to do. You all are actors, so it might not be too difficult for you to do a bit of posing for Roberto, right?
You will do all these pictures on the couch or in front of it. You will make a sexy face or show a smile. I promise you that no one apart from myself and my photographer will ever see these pictures. Your punishment is completed when I get seven satisfactory pictures that I can use as my new jerk off template … whoops, did I just write that?? Sorry boys. Have fun at your shooting!
Love, Your Kidnapper
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After Noah Schnapp, Iain Armitage and Jacob Tremblay had left the scene, as they were told to do, Dylan Kingwell took a good look at the faces of Walker Scobell and Jackson Robert Scott. They were quite insecure, but given the last punishment involving Iain and a paddle, they seemed a little bit relieved that this punishment was a bit softer.
“Okay, we can do this, guys.” Dylan told Walker and Jackson.
“Yeah, I guess, that’s okay.” Jackson replied in a low, unsettled voice.
Walker kept quiet but didn’t contradict.
Dylan faced Roberto. “Soooo… Do we start now, or how …”
Roberto interrupted Dylan by taking out a stack of presentation cards and handing him the top card.
Number 1: Kneel next to each other on the couch – shirtless. Put your faces together like you were best friends posing for your mothers. Listen to adjustments Roberto wants to make.
So the boys did. They took off their shirts and exposed their upper bodies again. Jackson was in the middle, Dylan and Walker to his sides.
“Dylan in the middle.” Roberto simply said. He didn’t ask, he ordered and the boys followed.
After he took the picture, the mexican photographer handed them the second card. Walker was about to put his shirt back on, but Roberto gestured him not to.
Number 2: Stay like this kneeling on the couch. Walker and Jackson will both lick at one of Dylan’s nipples each while facing the camera with a sexy look in your faces. Dylan face shows that he loves it. Listen to adjustments Roberto wants to make.
What a bizarre situation. Dylan would have laughed if he wasn’t so damn exposed.
But the boys did as they were told. Walker had to force himself to stick out his tongue, but after some seconds he did. Dylan rolled his eyes a little in lust, just as he always did it shortly before he came inside his girlfriend. She loved that look on his face when they were doing it, so Dylan had perfectionized his how-hot-is-that-face. Roberto smiled a little, he seemed to like the picture. So he’s a fucking pervert as well, Dylan thought to himself.
They got the next card:
Number 3: Stand next to each other in front of the couch. Face the camera with your backs. Pull down your pants and boxers completely and present your asses. Listen to adjustments Roberto wants to make.
Again, the boys did as they were told. Walker hesitated a little again but ultimately joined Dylan and Jackson. When they dropped their pants, the three boys covered their dicks with their hands, so that the other two couldn’t see them.
This was a bit embarrassing now, Dylan thought. But when he remembered Iain Armitage’s screams, he didn’t want to argue with this situation.
“Okay.” Roberto said after some seconds, so the boys pulled their boxers and pants back up.
“Only the boxers.” Roberto said, so the boy took off their sweatpants.
When he gave him the next card, Dylan could see that the photographer had developed a bulge in his jeans. He must’ve liked what the boys had shown him. Dylan got angry with this guy and the situation in general, but again he reminded himself that he needed to obey, there was no other option.
Number 4: Only in your underpants. Dylan lies down on his stomach. Walker on top of him. Jackson on top of Walker. Smile into the camera like you were loving siblings. Listen to adjustments Roberto wants to make.
So the boys did. Dylan didn’t like the expression on Walker’s face when they went on the couch. The boy was discouraged and probably felt embarrassed, but Dylan also saw some signs of anger on Walker’s face. He could feel Walker’s dick under the boy's bright yellow boxershort, when he laid on top of his back, but it was completely limp, so the 13-year old sure as hell didn’t like it. Jackson Robert Scott, on the other side, didn’t seem bothered at all at the situation. It was the same as during the kissing. He seemed a bit unsure of what to do and how to behave but he was clearly not detesting the situation, although Dylan hadn't seen a boner at the boy.
“Smile, Walker.” Roberto said. Then after a while, he seemed satsified and took the next card.
Number 5: Dylan, pull down your boxers and sit on the couch. Walker and Jackson lie on their chests, one at each side of Dylan, stick out your tongue and touch Dylan’s cock with your tongues. Look in the camera while doing that. Dylan strokes over Walker’s and Jackson’s hair while they do it. Listen to adjustments Roberto wants to make.
That’s were things suddenly went downhill. Dylan had already made himself comfortable on the couch and was about to pull down his boxers.
“I’m…I’m not doing that.” he heard Walker Scobell saying.
“Why not?” Jackson asked, before Dylan could say something. Jackson was too cute, Dylan thought. Probably because he didn’t want to lick a cock, you bonehead…
“Because I don’t want to lick his cock, man.” Walker said angrily.
“Come on, that’s not gonna hurt you, Walks.” Jackson said softly.
“Ya you can do it if you like it so much, but I don’t and I won’t … And don’t call me like that!”
Dylan could see a tear in Walker’s eye. He needed to stay in control of the situation. He went to the younger boy and patted his shoulder, trying to calm him down.
“Walker, come on, there will only be two more after …”
Walker flinched and slapped Dylan’s hand from his shoulder. “Get off me!”
Dylan snapped. He slapped Walker on the face. He didn’t mean to do it, he just did it by reflex when Walker slapped his hand away.
“Don’t talk to me like that! I know you don’t want to, I don’t love the situation here either, but what the fuck do you suppose we do now, you little shit? If we don’t do it, we receive the next punishment. Is that what you want?”
Walker was shocked by Dylan’s outburst. He held the cheek that Dylan had hit. Tears pooled in his eyes. “So what? I just don’t do the next punishment as well.”
“Wow, and then you die down here. Amazing plan, genius!” Dylan gave back sarcastically.
For a moment Dylan was under the impression that Walker was thinking logically again. But then the younger boy shook his head. “I’m not... Kissing was one thing, I could pretend you were girls… but… I’m not gay.”
Dylan rolled his eyes. “Well neither am I. You don’t have to marry me, you just need to stick your fucking tongue out. Man, come on, that won’t kill you.”
But Walker had made up his mind. Dylan’s slap probably hadn’t helped to convince him otherwise. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it.” Walker said. Then he turned around and rushed out of the living room with only his underpants on, trying to hold back the tears.
“Wait, Walker.” Jackson shouted, all of a sudden very afraid by the thought of another punishment waiting for him, but Walker didn’t listen.
Dylan tried to get after him, but Roberto stepped in his way.
“Too late anyway, I’m going back now.” the photographer told him. And so he did. Within a few moments, the guy had packed up and went back to the elevator, leaving a bewildered Dylan Kingwell and Jackson Robert Scott in their boxershorts.
“Jesus Fucking Christ!” Dylan screamed angrily after he had put his clothes back on and had processed what just happened. This would have consequences for Walker (which was good for Dylan), but most likely for him as well (which was bad for Dylan).
It took the other boys only a few more moments before they got back to the living room, alarmed by what they had heard.
“What just happened? I think Walker went in his room?” Noah Schnapp asked.
“You tell him.” Dylan said to Jackson, before leaving the living room. He swept by Noah without saying another word, walked upstairs and trough the corridor. He was tempted to visit Walker, but that would do no good, the damage was already done. Instead, he locked himself into the bathroom. Dylan needed some quiet and peace now. He missed his girlfriend right now. Especially her cunt.
///
Walker had shown up again before dinner.
Dylan completely ignored him. Noah had cooked again – Dylan had to give him that, Noah was a great cook – but the six boys were just sitting at the dining table quietly. Not much was spoken. Iain had asked what the rest thought was going on with Roman, but he received nothing but a shrug from Jacob.
When they had finished dinner, the elevator opened with another envelope. Dylan was in no mood to pick it up this time. But his mood improved a lot when he heard Jacob reading the letter:
///
What a day that was. Things escalated quickly, it seems to me.
After careful consideration I have decided not to punish Jackson and Dylan any further. They were eager to complete their punishment task earlier today, but they were denied by Walker. I am cruel, but I’m fair. Dylan and Jackson, your debts have been paid.
As for Walker, he will receive a strict punishment tomorrow.
Noah: As promised, you will get a little reward for your kissing show today. Tonight, you will not go to your room to sleep, but to Roman’s and you will spend the night there. Your reward is in the box that Roman took.
Have a peaceful night, boys.
Love, Your Kidnapper
///
Dylan was relieved. He had been so angry about everything.
About the other boys because they wouldn’t just follow his instructions not to do any of the tasks. About the kidnapper because he let his fucking favourite Noah win the kissing-competition. About Roberto because he left so fast without giving Dylan the opportunity to handle the situation with Walker. But mostly he had been angry about Walker. What was that selfish little idiot thinking?
With the way things had turned out now, Dylan could only laugh at Walker. The 13-year old had surely thrown away his chances on being released in two days. And Dylan was also appeased with the kidnapper. Punishing only Walker was a decent and fair action.
That left Dylan only furious with the other boys. He knew for certain that almost everyone of them was trying to increase their reputation at the kidnapper by doing the tasks. And they knew that as well. They weren’t his mates, they were competitiors by now. Noah especially. He clearly was the kidnapper’s favourite and Dylan had to admit he was a bit jealous on whatever Noah might receive as a reward. Tomorrow was the last day where he could qualify himself for the first release.
He needed to trump Noah Schnapp tomorrow! Dylan was commited to do whatever was necessary.
Author's note: I deliberately kept the ongoings in Noahs group less detailed because I wanted it to leave it to your imagination. I want to clarify that our kidnapper is a fair man - the result had nothing to do with favoritism. Just imagine for yourself what was going on between our boys in Red, Blue and Green for them to win 😀
Chapter 11: Day 6 with Walker Scobell
Boys involved:
Green: Noah Schnapp, 17
Red: Iain Armitage, 13
Yellow: Walker Scobell, 13
Pink: Roman Griffin Davis, 15
Blue: Jacob Tremblay, 15
Orange: Dylan Kingwell, 17
Purple: Jackson Robert Scott, 13
Walker Scobell had a horrible night.
Not that he had slept particularly well during the last week since he woke up in The Bunker for the first time. No, he had difficulties falling asleep lately. The situation was just too scary, too dark and too depressing to fall asleep easily. But last night it was even worse. Because Walker had truly fucked up. He was furious with himself.
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Until yesterday, Walker had really believed that none of the boys would participate in the dirty tasks. Sure, they all sat down and listened to each others sexual experiences. But apart from that, Walker had hoped that they would all stay comradely. But yesterday, he had found out how naïve that was and what a fool he had been.
Walker already got concerned when the kidnapper had written that he liked what the boys had done with Noah. Though Walker had thought that no one would do anything ??? He himself hadn’t even left his room for that task, but apparently some of the others had. And then, for yesterdays task, most of the boys were easily willing to do the making out. Dylan and Noah were in some sort of competition, maybe something was going on between them that Walker hadn’t realized thus far. Walker had sensed that and it made him really upset. He felt betrayed and screwed. Why did Dylan told him the whole time not to do anything when he himself did dirty stuff? Walker knew the answer to that by now. It was because Dylan and probably some others were playing foul, they were screwing with each other.
Walker was a bit afraid that he was truly the only one down there in The Bunker who hadn’t done a thing of the tasks. He hadn’t filmed something with the video camera and he sure as hell hadn’t approached Noah two days ago. Yes, he participated in the speaking bit, but so did everyone else. That would mean he was at the bottom of the kidnapper’s list.
That’s why he complied to the making out. It was by no means what he had in mind for his first kiss, but it wasn’t even that bad. Dylan’s lips felt soft and warm, a really good feeling. Walker just pretended that he was making out with two girls, which made this weird experience tolerable. As long as he was just feeling lips and a tongue he just imagined it to be from his classmate Fiona. But the longer it took, the more difficult it became to hide the taste of another boy in his mouth, a taste he didn’t like. And then of course Jackson had grown to like the situation and was exaggerating it all, which was just weird and unpleasant. But overall, the making out was okay for Walker Scobell. Not great, but okay, especially if it would help to improve his chances.
But it was only getting worse from there. For some reason, Walker’s team had lost the competition. He hadn’t seen what was happening at the other group, but he had felt that Dylan, Jackson and himself had been doing quite a good job, so losing was a disappointment. And then they had to take these gross, pervert pictures. Walker just felt so exposed and humiliated when he was posing in his yellow underwear for this Roberto guy, who was obviously aroused by the three stripping boys, a sight that disgusted Walker. Licking one of Dylan Kingwell’s nipples had already cost him an effort, but somehow he had managed to find the willpower to do it. Licking Dylan’s penis was a whole different story. Walker just couldn’t do that. He wanted to be able to do it. He didn’t want to let his teammates down and risk another punishment for them and neither did he want to make a bad impression on the kidnapper, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do that. Walker had no problems with gay people whatsoever but for him personally, the thought of even touching another guy’s penis with his hand, let alone with his tongue, freaked him out. He knew that he should have done it, but he just couldn’t. The thought of being naked with other boys and touching them in their private parts just grossed him out.
Walker really, really regretted what happened then. He had just snapped and freaked out. He didn’t want to get into a fight with Dylan, it just happened. He had already felt betrayed by Dylan before and when that asshole hit him, it had been too much for Walker. He had felt overwhelmed by the situation and he had handled it the worst possible way.
He already regretted it when he had thrown himself onto his bed. He couldn’t hold back the weeping. He knew hed had fucked up.
///
This morning during breakfast, the attention had shifted away from Walker. Yesterday, he was asked many times what had happened or what he had been thinking. After the kidnapper wrote that only he would receive further punishment, it all calmed down a little since everyone seemed to be thinking that Walker’s behaviour was now Walker’s problem only. And they were right about that, Walker realized. He would receive a major punishment for his actions yesterday. He knew that, but he had made up his mind not to do that one either. He had already fucked up, so he would just not do a single thing until Day 7, when the first one would be allowed to leave. He wouldn’t give a damn until then and after that he could try again to bring himself to do some of the more dirty stuff.
But now at breakfast, the boys pelted Roman Griffin Davis and Noah Schnapp with questions. What happened? What were you doing last night? Did you get a task? Why was it you, Roman? What was in the box? To all the questions, both Noah and Roman answered the same: “We are not allowed to discuss it.” Immediately after getting up, they had brought the wooden box back into the elevator and have since then said the same thing over and over again: “We are not allowed to discuss it.” So after a while, silence returned to The Bunker.
Roman and Noah seemed serious. They weren’t sad or angry or in shock. But Walker could feel that they were processing something. Something had happened for sure.
///
Shortly after they finished breakfast, the elevator opened. Inside, the captive boys found another letter. Noah was there first and read the letter to the group.
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Good morning boys,
Today is the last opportunity for you to increase your chance of being released tomorrow. Of course I will keep my promise. One boy will be allowed to leave The Bunker tomorrow. Are you looking forward to it?
Today, you can make a good impression by doing something incredibly easy and yet very hard. I hereby encourage you to spend the day naked. This will happen in two steps:
Until 1pm, you can strip to only your boxershorts.
After 1pm, you can strip completely if you want. But be careful: If you are naked, I don’t want you to hide your private parts with your hands or in any other way. Naked means naked. If you undress but keep hiding your nudity from your mates, this would achieve the opposite of what you want because it would make me very upset with you. So, enjoy the view!
Now: Walker, our little rebel. You have denied your punishment yesterday, which is the worst thing you can do in The Bunker. Furthermore, you have entered your room without permission during the day.
So: Walker Scobell, you have broken Rule C and you will therefore receive punishment.
Step inside the elevator to receive your punishment. Do it now.
Boys, I wish you a beautiful, naked day!
Love, Your Kidnapper
///
Walker could feel the looks of the other boys on him. They were waiting for him to do as he was told. But Walker had made up his mind. There was no reason for him to follow the kidnapper’s instruction when he had already messed up for the release anyways.
“Will you go?” he heard Dylan asking him. The older boy wasn’t concerned about him it all, he seemed rather interested.
“Nah.” Walker replied, trying to play it cool. He saw Dylan smiling to that answer a little.
“I think you’d better do it, Walker.” Noah said. He seemed worried about Walker.
“Too late already.” Walker answered. He was considering again. But no, he wouldn’t do it.
“Well that’s your choice.” Dylan said, shrugging.
Walker wanted to get rid of the looks on him. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
///
When he returned, Walker Scobell realized that he was on his own. There was no community down here in The Bunker. They were all cheats. Sitting on the couches, playing video games or watching a movie, every single one of them – without exception – had nothing left on their bodies except their boxershorts.
Iain Armitage in his red boxershort and Roman Griffin Davis in his pink boxershort, both had a little more fat on their bodies than Walker had expected it after knowing them in only their shirts, especially at their bellys. Their underwear was tight on their asses.
Dylan Kingwell in his orange boxershort and Noah Schnapp in his green boxershort, both were quite ripped and definitely in perfect shape. Noah even had a sixpack. Dylan’s package in his underwear seemed quite impressive.
And Jackson Robert Scott in his purple boxershort as well as Jacob Tremblay in his blue boxershort were both very skinny. Jackson had very pale skin. Jacob’s boxershort had a little hole on his right ass-cheek, unveiling a little bit of his bubble-butt, the skin there being brighter than at the rest of Jacob’s slightly suntanned body.
They all behaved like nothing had happened. Now Walker regretted that he went for a shower as he wanted to know if the boys had discussed this decision or if they were all doing it automatically and without hesitating.
Again, Walker felt betrayed and left out. He had taken a book and sat down on the dining table, trying to ignore the rest of the group. He was considering for a moment to strip his clothes as well, but what good would that do by now ?
///
When the group was sitting together for lunch at 12:30pm, it got a bit better for Walker. Jackson and Noah were making conversation with him and no one had asked him to join them in eating only in underwear – which was a strange sight for Walker. Walker even cracked a joke to which everybody was laughing, and for the first time in a while Walker felt a bit less crushed and overwhelmed by the whole situation.
But this passed very rapidly.
Walker first noticed the scare in Jacob Tremblay’s eyes. Then he saw Noah Schnapp’s jaw dropping, before Iain Armitage gasped in shock.
Before he knew it, Walker felt a strong hand on his shoulder, grabbing his shirt and pulling him from his chair.
“You! Come!” he heard someone growling. It was Roberto, Walker realized.
Walker saw the surprise and shock in the faces of the six other boys when Roberto pulled him away from the table, dragging him back to the elevator. Walker hadn’t even noticed the elevator closing or opening, but now he was finding himself in a situation against a man who was physically a lot stronger than himself. Walker wriggled and tried to escape him, but Roberto’s grip was too tight and Walker too weak. The man just pulled him into the elevator. Only when the doors had closed in front of them, Roberto let go of him and Walker could catch his breath.
“What the fuck, man!” he shouted, but immediately bit his tongue when he saw the look in Roberto’s eyes. They were telling him to stay silent.
Walker had still not processed what happened, when the elevator doors opened after only a few seconds. He looked into a small, oval room, laid out with white carpet. This was the room Noah had told them about, Walker realized. Roberto shoved him out of the elevator. He brought him to the only two chairs in the room. They were placed next to a desk, where Walker spotted some electronic devices and on the wall he could see the monitors that showed the surveillance cameras from within The Bunker. It felt weird to see the other boys sitting at the dining table of his involuntary current home.
“Sit.” Roberto ordered him. Then the man left the room through the only door.
Only a few seconds passed before the same door opened again. Another men crossed the threshold and Walker recognized him in a heartbeat, although he had never seen the man before. But Noah’s description had been very accurate. Mid-20’s, short, blond hair, white skin, a stubble in the face, wearing jeans. That had to be Mark. Only Noah described Mark as weird, but friendly. This man here seemed eager to make a neutral face. He sat down at the second chair opposite of Walker Scobell.
The man eyed him for a while, before he took a deep breath. “Hello Walker. I’m Mark.”
“I know.” Walker was terrified of the whole situation, but he didn’t want to show it.
Mark didn’t seem impressed. “Well, Walker, I’m sorry we first meet under such bad circumstances. As Noah has already told you, I’m not the guy responsible for this. I’m merely an assistant. But the guy who is responsible … your kidnapper … he’s not happy. To say the least. You can imagine why that is, right Walker?”
Walker looked at the floor. “Yeah.” he whispered.
Mark explained it anyway: “You have not only broken a rule by entering your room during the day. That would be a minor offense. But much worse than that is that you have denied to receive your punishment – twice! That’s like … like … I can’t even tell you how bad that is.”
Walker gathered all his courage: “What do you expect would happen? You just capture a few minor boys and all of a sudden they start to suck each others dicks?”
“Watch your tongue, young man.” Mark replied, raising his eyebrow. “Well, if you ask me that way, yeah, that’s exactly what we expected. And if you really think that it’s not going to happen sooner or later, you’re not half as clever as I thought you were. And to be precise, you weren’t even asked to suck another dick, just to touch one with your tongue. There’s a difference. But I’m glad you mentioned it…” Mark only mumbled the last sentence. He stood up and went for the door. “Come with me.”
///
When he entered the door, Walker was stepping into a dimly lit corridor, that went on and on to his left side, he couldn’t see if there were any rooms or where the corridor was headed, because it was not bright enough to see. On his right side however, the corridor ended, and at the wall Walker saw only a small, red leather sofa and two men standing next to the sofa. That’s were it got bizarre.
One of the men was Roberto. He had changed his clothes and was now wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. When Walker Scobell discovered the other man, his jaw dropped. After being imprisoned inside The Bunker, he thought he had seen everything. But no. Walker looked at Spider-Man! Walker thought he didn’t see properly. For a second, he seriously considered the possibility that he was dreaming and that it was all just a perverse, weird nightmare. But it was reality. The other man had the same height as Roberto, who was standing next to him, about 5”9 ft Walker estimated, but he was more ripped and athletic than the mexican. His arms and chest were quite muscular. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. The strange part was that his face was completely covered with a Spider-Man mask. Walker couldn’t see a thing of the guy’s head. Not the hair, nothing. He was just standing there with his arms crossed.
“What…the…fuck…” Walker whispered to himself.
Neither Spider-Man nor Roberto showed any reaction. Instead it was Mark who spoke: “Sit down on the sofa, Walker.”
Walker hesitated a little. He was tempted to keep standing, but he didn’t want to overstrain Mark’s patience. So he sat down as he was told. He noticed a camera was placed over the door, pointing towards the sofa.
All of a sudden, without saying a word, the Spider-Man guy positioned himself directly in front of Walker’s face before the sofa, unzipped his jeans and exposed his boner. Startled, Walker automatically leaned back into the sofa, away from the dick. He had little experience with these things but he would guess that the uncut cock in front of him measured about 7 inches. It surely was a lot bigger than Walker’s dick and also a little bit thicker. Walker had only glanced on the penis and had then quickly looked away. After a while, when nothing had happened and no one had spoken, Walker looked again. Spider-Man was carefully stroking his hardon. Then, Walker raised his head and looked at the guy, who was himself looking down on Walker, but made no effort to communicate with Walker in any way.
“What?” Walker asked, half scared, half furious.
“He wants you to suck his cock.” Mark answered on Spider-Man’s behalf.
“No way. Not gonna happen.” Walker replied. “Are you … are you the kidnapper?” he asked Spider-Man instead.
Again, it was Mark who answered. “Doesn’t matter. Blow him now.”
Some tears gathered in Walker’s eyes. They couldn’t seriously want …
“Boy, do as he says.” Roberto told him. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding.
Walker had never been so afraid in his whole life. He was angry with himself that his actions had put him in this situation. But he was even more angry with the three men sorrounding him. How could they want him to do such a thing? Walker glanced at the penis again. At second glance, it looked even bigger than before. The guy with the Spider-Man mask was rubbing his cock slowly directly in front of Walker’s face. Walker could see the precum dripping, covering the glans of the guy’s cock. He realized that the three men could just force him to do it. He was only a small, skinny and weak boy. He wouldn’t stand a chance. Still, the sight of the cock made him sick to the stomach. It would taste horrible and there was no way that monster would fit into his little mouth, Walker thought.
“No, I don’t want to.” Walker then whispered, after he had gathered all his courage.
But Walker’s fear was justified. Roberto had quickly made a step towards him and had already stretched out his hands to grab Walker’s head. But they were blocked by Spider-Man’s arms, who gestured Roberto to step back.
“Last chance is what that means, Walker. You don’t want them to force you.” Mark said in a quiet, dead-serious, but also concerned voice.
Walker couldn’t stop a tear from streaming down his face anymore. He was so, so scared, but Mark was right. He didn’t want that them to hurt him. So he nodded a little, trying not to burst into weeping. He didn’t want them to have the satisfaction of seeing him weep. So Walker leaned forward a little bit. He had the 7 inches of Spider-Man hanging directly in front of his face. It took him some moments to find the strength to do it.
Then, Walker Scobell pursed his lips and let the first cock of his life enter his mouth. For the first few minutes, he only sucked on the glans. The taste of precum quickly spread in Walker’s mouth. It tasted somewhat salty, less disgusting than Walker had feared. The feeling of the penis in his mouth was strange. Between his lips, the cock felt fatter than it had looked.
“Make sure to breathe through your nose.” Mark had advised him, and with doing that, it really was manageable for Walker. Well, at least until Spider-Man started pushing himself deeper inside his throat. That was when Walker began struggling. The cock still didn’t taste disgusting, which calmed Walker down a bit. But it was just difficult to take much of it into his mouth. He tried to support his movements with his left hand – it was also the first time in the life of Walker Scobell that he had touched a penis other than his own – by keeping the dick in position and only moving his lips back and forth, but it still was a fat cock which by then had only maybe a third of his size penetrating Walker’s mouth.
After a while, Spider-Man started to touch the back of Walker’s head and went through his hair with the fingers. Then, the guy used both hands to keep Walker’s head in place and started slowly moving his cock back and forth in Walker’s throat.
That guy was fucking his mouth, Walker realized. He still had difficulties dealing with the dick, but it was not as bad as he expected. Mostly because the taste was not as disgusting as he had feared. Weird and definitely not nice, but not that disgusting either. Tears were running down his cheeks, but Walker knew that he wasn’t crying. It was just what this dick in his mouth did, he realized. When he had almost gotten used to the feeling, something strange happened, that caught Walker off-guard. Roberto had knelt down between the standing Spider-Man and the sitting Walker. Before Walker could contradict, the man had pulled down Walker’s pants and underpants in one swift move and exposed the 13-year olds cut penis. Walker had no chance to escape, as Spider-Man’s hands were holding on tight on his hand. Walker couldn’t move, he couldn’t even look down properly. That’s why he felt more than that he saw, how Roberto’s hand wandered to his dick and slowly began stroking Walker’s limp manhood. Roberto’s hand felt warm and softer than Walker would have thought. Walker’s mind absolutely hated this situation. He didn’t want to be there, he didn’t want to be that nude down there and that exposed in general, he didn’t want that cock pushing in and pulling out of his mouth with ever-increasing speed and he didn’t want that grown-up man touching his private parts down there. Walker’s body however, felt different. Before he had even processed what was happening to him, he could feel his dick getting stiffer and stiffer until it had risen to its full length of 5,5 inches. Walker hated what the man was doing to him, but Walker’s dick loved what he was doing to him. Walker Scobell was as hard as a rock.
After his penis was stroked a little, Walker could see out of the corner of his eye how Roberto’s face bent over his penis and before the feeling had even reached his dick, Walker knew that he would receive the first blowjob of his life in the same moments that he was giving the first blowjob of his life.
And oh, did it feel amazing. Walker couldn’t hold back a moan, when the warm lips surrounded his hardness. The moan came out muffled of course, since he had a warm, throbbing dick in his own mouth.
It felt amazing, yet it was horrible. Walker felt dirty and used. He was angry that he was just being molested and he felt embarrassed that he loved the feeling of a mouth spoiling his cock. The better the blowjob he received got, the worse it got with Spider-Man’s cock inside him. The stranger had now picked up the pace and he had left no doubt over who was in charge of the situation, as it was absolutely impossible for Walker to move his head out of the way. By now, there were about two thirds of the length of the cock constantly moving in his mouth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It got more and more difficult for Walker to breathe through his nose and tears were streaming down his face like waterfalls. But that didn’t make the Spider-Man guy stop. On the contrary: The more Walker struggled, the harder the guy thrusted into his mouth and the more length Walker had to take in. While he had been doing good at the beginning – at least that’s what Walker thought about himself – he was now a gagging and sobbing mess. Since he couldn’t move, he felt raped. Walker just wanted this to end.
When he felt in his balls that he was approaching his climax, Walker tried to tell them. But only some muffled, sobbing sounds escaped his mouth. His whole body trembled as he couldn’t help but ejaculate into Roberto’s mouth. Walker expected him to flinch or stand up, but the cumshot seemingly didn’t interrupt the mexican man’s ecstasy regarding his young, innocent dick. He just swallowed the whole shot of Walker’s ejaculate. Only a few moments later, Walker could feel the cock inside his mouth squirting. In a matter of seconds, Walker’s throat, palate, tongue and teeth were covered in a huge amount of viscous, hot cum. Walker felt the cock squirting at least eight or nine times inside his mouth. It tasted salty and a bit like metal, just disgustingly. He desperately wanted to spit out, but the hands of Spider-Man, who was breathing heavily, were holding his head really firm, so the 13-year old child actor was left with no other choice than to swallow. It was the most disgusting thing that had ever happened to him. After that, a few real tears had joined the other liquids that were drooling down his face. Only then did he feel the cock leaving his mouth for good. Walker opened his mouth to take a few deep, gasping breaths which caused that the rest of the cum was now running down on his chin. After he had withdrawn from Walker’s lips, Spider-Man took his dick in his hand and slapped Walker a few times on the cheeks, smearing some cum on it. Walker was so distraught and exhausted that he didn’t even argue.
When he came to his senses again, Roberto was somehow standing next to the Spider-Man guy, looking really happy. Walker hadn’t even noticed him leaving his cock. He licked his lips to demonstrate Walker just how much he had enjoyed it. Walker was still breathing heavily, wiping tears and cum from his face. He pulled up his pants and immediately felt his boxershort getting wetted by the remaining drops of his sticky semen. Walker felt unbelievably ashamed that this pervert had made him cum by using only his mouth.
Suddenly, Spider-Man and Roberto turned around and left Walker sitting there on the red leather sofa. They disappeared into the dark corridor until Walker couldn’t see them anymore. Walker stood up, wiping his face with this yellow shirt.
Mark behaved awkwardly, seeming to be both intrigued and sad about what he had just witnessed. At least that’s how Walker interpretated the look on the man’s face. “You learned your lesson?” Mark asked him.
Walker nodded eagerly, sniffling. He saw that the man had developed a bulge in his pants.
“Good…Good.” Mark seemed to process something, like he was making a decision.
Walker turned to the door, still sniffling and trembling, ready to get back to the elevator. He waited for Mark to open the door. When Walker turned around, he started shivering. Mark had sat down on the sofa, unzipped his pants and was now stroking his cock. He had a guilty look in his face, but Walker also saw lust appearing in the man’s eyes.
“Come here, Walker. You’re not done yet.” he said.
///
A good fifteen minutes later, Walker stepped out of the elevator and back into The Bunker. He had never thought he would ever be happy to enter that place. But now he was.
All of the boys were assembled in the living room. Walker sensed that something was wrong. Noah was looking at him pitifully. Iain and Jackson seemed to be quite upset. Jacob and Roman were deliberately not looking him in the eyes. Even Dylan looked concerned. When his gaze fell on the TV screens, Walker wanted to sink into the earth out of shame. Both TVs were showing the surveillance camera broadcast of the red leather sofa. Walker realized that the boys had seen what had happened to him.
Noah made an effort to approach him, but Walker raised his hand, gesturing for him to stop.
“Can we … just …” Walker needed to clear his throat, his voice was fragile. “Please just don’t talk about it, okay? I don’t wanna talk about it. Ever. Please.”
The boys nodded.
Walker went upstairs. He wanted to take a shower. Get rid of the taste in his mouth and Roberto’s spittle on his penis.
“Hey, Walker?” Noah called after him.
Walker turned around. “Ya?”
“We’re all competitors down here… I mean, we all know that by now, let’s be honest, guys… But… We’re all on your side, Walker, okay?”
Walker nodded. Noah may be a cheat. Still, that was nice to hear. “Okay.”
///
The blowjob for Mark had been even worse than the one before. His dick had been smaller and thinner than the one of the Spider-Man guy, so it was easier for Walker to deal with it. But it had also tasted way more gross. It was sweaty and stinky and Walker still had the taste of cum in his mouth anyway. It took Mark about ten minutes to cum. Luckily, he had taken the cock out in time and only ejaculated on Walker’s cheeks.
Then they had gone back to the room with the camera monitors and the elevator. Mark had given him some tissues to clean his face and had then gestured him to step into the elevator without saying another word.
As he was standing under the shower, Walker started crying a little.
///
By the time Walker returned to the living room, most of the boys were completely naked. Walker was surprised for a moment, but then he realized there was no reason to. It was clear to him now that they were in a competition. Most boys were willing to play the kidnapper’s dirty games.
Walker was trying to avoid staring at the other boys dicks too often. He was glad that no one had a boner. Today he had enough contact with erect cocks for a lifetime, he thought. He sat down on one of the couches next to Jacob Tremblay. He was one of the boys still wearing his boxershort. They started playing a racing game on XBOX. Walker wanted to forget.
Walker reflected for a moment, then he stripped his sweatpants and shirt, sitting down again only in his yellow boxershort. He knew that he had messed up his chances of being released tomorrow. But he wanted to demonstrate the kidnapper that he had received the message. He never wanted such an experience again. He knew that he would obey now. At least he would be participating in the smut.
Walker Scobell had learned his lesson.
Chapter 12: Day 7 - Part 1 with Iain Armitage
Summary:
Boys involved:
Green: Noah Schnapp, 17
Red: Iain Armitage, 13
Yellow: Walker Scobell, 13
Pink: Roman Griffin Davis, 15
Blue: Jacob Tremblay, 15
Orange: Dylan Kingwell, 17
Purple: Jackson Robert Scott, 13
When Iain Armitage woke up on Day 7 in The Bunker, he was nervous. Today, a boy would be allowed to leave for the first time. That was of course only when the kidnapper had been telling the truth and wasn’t playing mean mind-games with them, Iain reminded himself.
Iain knew that he better not get his hopes up. But maybe, just maybe, the kidnapper would choose him … Like every morning, the first thing Iain saw when he stepped out of his room, was Jacob, who stepped out of the room with the blue door at the same time Iain did, wearing his blue shirt and blue sweatpants. Iain, like all the other boys, had his red sports bag containing his worn clothes and his used towel in his hand to bring it to the elevator. Iain always made sure to change his clothes immediately after he woke up so he would never forget about rule E. Iain smiled to Jacob and together they walked to the elevator.
“Hi” Iain whispered to him.
Jacob gave him a tired smile. “Morning.” He yawned.
“Didn’t sleep much?”
“Not really. You?”
“No. I’m excited for … you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” Jacob replied.
Iain looked at Jacob shyly. “Do you think you could be the one?”
Jacob thought about it for a moment. “Don’t know. Maybe. I mean, I did a little bit. You?”
Iain shrugged. “I guess not. I only started to do stuff when… you know, when we made out with Noah.”
Jacob smirked. “Yeah, I remember that. Who do you think will go?”
Iain had asked himself this question already. “I can imagine it’s Noah. He seems to be quite popular at the bad guys. Just …” Iain quickly looked over his shoulder. He didn’t want everyone else hearing that. “I don’t want him to go. I like him and he’s nice to me and he cared for me on the very first day. Without him, I’d be alone down here.”
Jacob looked at him. “Don’t worry. If he goes, I’ll look out for you, okay?”
“Promise?”
Jacob gave him an encouraging smile. “Promise.”
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At breakfast, the atmosphere had been tense. After what happened to Walker yesterday, Iain had the impression that the hostile atmosphere, that had been in the air for the last few days, had loosened up a little. But of course all the boys were still interested in their own well-being. Everyone was hoping to leave the group today. And Iain couldn’t blame them. He did too.
Now, the boys were just sitting around at the dining table, trying to kill time. It was exactly 10:10am, when the doors of the elevator closed. The boys assembled in front of the elevator. When the door opened again, the boys looked at the content for some moments, almost reverently. It was an envelope, only this time it was golden and looked costly.
Dylan took it out. His gaze roamed the boys before he opened it and started reading.
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Good morning boys,
An exciting week lies behind us, right? So much fun. Well, at least for me.
Okay, I don’t want to keep you in suspense unnecessarily.
As I have told you, today is the seventh day of our little adventure and this means that the first boy will be allowed to leave The Bunker. To clarify that once more: It’s not about who behaves the nicest and always smiles. It’s about who pleased me the most with their bodies, who did the most, the best, the sexiest things at the tasks. Also, if you have been awarded a punishment and you take it bravely, all will be forgiven and you don’t get a deduction of points on my scoreboard. Only if you deny a punishment it will have negative consequences for you. All clear?
Here is my decision:
Walker: Disappointing so far. But I have a feeling you’re back on track now. Mark told me he really likes you…You have a lot of potential, boy. Use it and save yourself!
Iain: Seems like you recovered from the spanking. What a brave boy you are! You’re crawling out of your cave slowly, but steadily. You were really trying hard at the making-out. Proud of you that you stripped yesterday. By far not enough yet, but you’re getting there.
Jackson: You’re a great boy for the group and you really try to do stuff for me. I can see that, but unfortunately, the results were not always perfect. You were too wild at the making-out, at least for my taste. Sweet video by the way. Keep going!
Jacob: Very keen. Liked you a lot so far. I appreciate that you try to go beyond your limits, for example you remember the Noah-task? Very brave, although it didn’t turn out that great. If you’d have stripped your boxers yesterday, I’d probably even put you a position higher.
Dylan: You’re doing great so far. Really nice video, good at teaching kisses. For me personally, you’re the hottest guy of the group, but you’re not much of a teamplayer, are you? Well, it’s your approach of things, I leave that entirely up to you. If you had dared to go all the way at pleasing Noah back then … I’d probably let you go.
Noah: My darling. I hope you know how much I value you. Perfect job with Roman. If only you had send me a video for the very first task … You almost did it, but one boy trumped you this week. Keep going, but be careful, you have Dylan breathing down your neck.
Roman: You are a dirty little slut. I knew you were, but you have truly given your all from the very beginning. As much as I’d love to see more of you: I’m a man of honour, I will keep my promises. You have deserved to get out of The Bunker.
Which means the following:
Roman Griffin Davis, you have won the right to leave The Bunker. Step into the elevator immediately and you shall never see The Bunker again. Don’t say any goodbyes, don’t speak with the other boys anymore. Do it right now.
Love, Your Kidnapper
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Iain Armitage observed how Dylan’s gaze slid away from the letter onto Roman Griffin Davis. The 15-year old boy with the curly, dark blonde hair smiled a little, but then he seemed to realize that his departure meant a disappointment for the other boys. He looked at the ground and tried to hide his smile. Then, just like the kidnapper had ordered him to, Roman rushed into the open elevator without paying attention to the other boys. The door closed and Roman was gone.
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Iain’s last look on Roman was with mixed emotions. He hadn’t expected him to be chosen, but he was happy for him. Roman seemed like a nice guy, although he never spoke much to anyone of the group. Perhaps he would manage somehow to send help to the other boys. Perhaps he could talk to the police. On the other hand, Iain was disappointed he needed to stay in The Bunker. He had feared that he hadn’t done enough, because he had done only the things that the other boys did as well. The talking on Day 3, the kissing on Day 5, the stripping yesterday. Iain knew by now that some of the other boys had been doing parts of the other stuff too.
Iain had thought for some time that he wouldn’t stand a chance anyway, because he received a punishment. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized the possibility that the kidnapper had actually liked to see that. After this realization, he had changed his behaviour a little. It took him a bit to agree to it when Noah asked him to participate in the making-out, but Iain didn’t regret it. It was actually quite fun.
Of course it had been weird, he hadn’t imagined a 17-year old teenager to introduce him to the art of kissing, but Noah had done a really great job as he was very empathetic. His lips had been soft and his tongue warm. It felt tickling in a good way when Noah sticked it in his mouth. It took a while for Iain to get used to it, but he enjoyed doing it with Jacob as well. Noah said he had done a good job and apparently the kidnapper had thought so too, because Iain’s team had won the competition. After hearing from Jackson what weird pictures the other team had to pose for as punishment, Iain was glad about their win.
Encouraged by that, Iain had also participated in the stripping yesterday. When Dylan and Noah had started to strip to their underwear almost immediately after they had read the letter, Iain joined them after some moments and so did everyone else. Well, everyone except Walker. He only did it later that day, after … after it had happened to him. Iain remembered that he had gasped in shock when he had seen this man, Roberto, who had suddenly stepped out of the elevator, single-mindedly approaching Walker. The man had dragged poor Walker into the elevator and only a second after the door had closed, the TV’s turned on automatically and showed them the picture of a red sofa. Iain Armitage got really startled of what happened to the fellow 13-year old during the next thirty minutes. It looked gross, it looked painful and it was unsettling for Iain, but at the same time, he couldn’t look away. Noah Schnapp had said after some of it that they should look away out of respect for Walker. But Iain just couldn’t look away and neither did Noah. Seeing this was yet another reminder for Iain to never break the rules of The Bunker ever again. He felt really sorry for Walker Scobell.
When Walker had been brought back and went to take a shower, Dylan Kingwell had dropped his boxershort. Just like that. The 17-year old was suddenly standing naked in the living room, nothing covering his private parts anymore. After Noah had seen that, he almost immediately followed up on Dylan’s example. Iain was a bit embarrassed, but also intrigued by the two teenager’s dicks. Iain himself had a rather average sized penis for boys his age, he had measured about 4 inches, but of course only when it was erect. Limp it was a whole lot smaller, but Noah’s and Dylan’s penisses were in a limp state almost as big as Iain’s erect penis. While Iain could see that Noah was trimming his pubic hair, Dylan had a bit more of it above his penis. Iain himself had only a few hair going on down there and they were still fairly new to him. Iain observed the other boys turning away inconspicuously, but they had all seen it. After some seconds, Roman had stripped as well. Iain was a bit relieved to see that Roman’s penis was about the same size as his own, although the older boy had way more pubic hair than Iain, but less than Dylan and they were brighter than the ones of the older boy.
Jackson and Jacob made no efforts to follow the example of Noah, Dylan and Roman. But Iain was pondering. He didn’t want the other boys to see his dick, but would it really do any harm? His dick was about the same size as Roman’s and it even looked the same, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Only Iain was frightened that he might develope a hardon during the day, which was happening to him quite often lately, even when he wasn’t thinking about something sexual. Iain was skillful at hiding those random boners normally, but without clothes on, that would be impossible. And he wasn’t allowed to hide his genitals with his hands once he was undressed, the kidnapper had been clear about that. On the other hand, Iain knew that he needed to do some stuff to attract the attention of the kidnapper. After Iain had observed the three fully nude boys for a while, he made the decision to join them in their nudity. Although Iain knew they must feel awkward, they just didn’t spoke about it, nor stared at one another. They demonstratively behaved normal and Iain thought he might somehow manage to do so as well.
So he did. Iain pulled down his tight red boxershort in an unobserved moment and exposed his private parts. And nothing happened. For the rest of the past day, no one mentioned his penis or the penis of one of the other nude boys. What was there to say anyway, Iain then realized, feeling like a fool for even hesitating about it. Iain felt uncomfortable, but he knew that the other ones were doing too, so they would just be silent about it. Only from time to time Iain caught himself glancing at the other boy’s pubic area. Especially Noah Schnapp’s penis seemed rather nice-looking to him. Sometimes Iain could feel someone looking at his penis as well, but he tried to ignore it and succesfully managed not to cover his dick with his hands.
When Walker re-joined the group, he had stripped to his boxershort as well and so for the rest of the day, the group had spend their time in either their boxers (Jackson, Jacob and Walker) or completely nude (Iain, Dylan, Noah, Roman). Iain was a bit proud that he was the youngest who had dared to strip. In the end, the nude day had been no worse for him than any other day in The Bunker so far, Iain had to state. He had just been happy that neither him nor the other boys had an erection.
After these positive experiences, the stripping as well as the making out, Iain had loosened up a bit to the thought of the dirty tasks. Maybe some of the stuff wasn’t as gross as he had imagined? Iain Armitage took it upon himself to improve his sex-game during the next days. But for this first release, Iain’s realization and new will had come too late.
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When the elevator opened again a few seconds after Roman had stepped inside, Roman was gone, but there was another envelope inside. This time, it was classic white again. Dylan Kingwell didn’t even seem to notice it, he looked dejected and sad, but Iain Armitage could also detect an angry glint in the older boy’s eye. Instead, Jacob Tremblay stepped inside and read the letter for the group.
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Hello again boys,
That was exciting, right? Hope you didn’t mind me to give you all a bit of feedback.
The first boy is gone, but now there are only four days left to the next release. On day 11, I will allow another boy to leave The Bunker. Noah is in pole position, but who knows what will happen in the next few days… You all have the same chance!
For today, I don’t have a real task for you, at least not the way you’re used to.
What would please me today is if some of you boys would just make out randomly a little, spread throughout the day. Just sit down with another boy and kiss a little bit. Or don’t. You decide as always, if you want to do stuff. But you also decide if you are a contestant to leave.
Oh and by the way: For today, you are not allowed to mention Roman or anything that happened throughout the last week to one another. I will allow you to have a discussion about it – tomorrow ...
Wish you all a lovely day.
Love, Your Kidnapper
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They stood in a semicircle in front of the elevator for a little more, then the group dissolved and spread around the whole bunker.
When they met again for lunch, most boys, and Iain too, had processed their disappointment. Only Dylan seemed to be both upset and disappointed.
“Why are we not allowed to talk about it? I wanna know what was going on.” Dylan said after the group had silently finished their meal. He said it in Noah’s direction mostly.
Noah looked at the ground. He wanted to avoid the question. “We can speak tomorrow.”
Dylan was not satisfied with it, given the growling noise he gave back to Noah, but he did not elaborate any further. Iain could tell there was a big tension between Dylan and Noah.
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Iain spend his day as usually. He played some rounds of chess with Walker Scobell and Jacob Tremblay and continued reading his book a little. When they were playing chess and Walker had left them to watch a movie, Iain had gathered all his courage and spoke with Jacob.
“Umm … I’m just wondering …” he asked the 15-year old canadian. “Will you make out with someone today?” Iain blushed a little when the words came out of his mouth.
Iain had already watched Dylan Kingwell and Jackson Robert Scott kissing a little on the couch shortly after lunch. It made sense to Iain because the two knew each other’s tongues from the making out session already. Jackson seemed to like it quite a lot, but Dylan ended it after two minutes or so. But Iain concluded that he should join today’s task too. And kissing had been fun for him before, why not exploit this to his advantage, Iain thouht to himself.
Jacob looked at Iain with raised eyebrows. “Don’t know, dude. You?”
Iain shrugged. “Well, I thought … Maybe, you know, we could … do it.”
“I don’t know, man.” Jacob gave back. He thought about it for a second. “Guess I’m not in the mood for that today.”
He had said it in a friendly way, but still … how embarrassing, Iain thought. He had just been ditched. So after the game was finished, Iain made up an excuse to leave Jacob there.
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As Iain walked throught the corridor, he noticed that Roman’s pink door was now closed.
He went to the kitchen, where Noah Schnapp was standing alone, preparing dinner.
“Hey my friend. You okay?” Noah asked.
Iain liked Noah. He always cared about him. “Sure. And you? Can I help you here?”
Noah smiled at him. “Great. You wanna cut the peppers?”
Iain nodded. “Okay.” After a while he added. “Have you seen Dylan and Jackson?”
“Why, what you mean?” Noah was confused.
“I mean did you just then see them on the couch?”
“What are you talking about, Iain?” Noah replied.
“Well, they were … you know … they kissed.”
Noah didn’t seem surprised, but still raised an eyebrow. “Really, did they? Didn’t know that Jackson was a devil worshipper…” Noah had winked at Iain, indicating he was joking. But Iain noticed at least a tiny bit of bitterness in Noah’s voice.
“You don’t like Dylan, do you?” Iain asked him.
Noah paused for a moment, thinking about it. “Well, I mean … I mean, I don’t hate him or something like that. I liked him in the beginning, he’s mature and intelligent and I had hoped he could be a great help for the group. Now I think he was playing mind-games since the very beginning.” Noah looked around for a moment, making sure no one else was listening. “We shouldn’t talk about it too much, I don’t want to exhaust the kidnapper’s instructions, he said we shouldn’t talk about what happened. At least not today. I just feel that Dylan is always plotting things and thinking about how he could damage the others, you know? But I’ll tell you more tomorrow, okay?”
Iain nodded. What Noah said made total sense to him. It was a mean thing to think, but he was happy that Noah hadn't left The Bunker today.
“Anyone else on the kissing front so far?” Noah then asked Iain.
Iain shook his head. “No, I only saw those two.”
Noah nodded. “It makes sense to me. During the making out, Jackson was …” Noah paused. “No, same thing. I don’t wanna risk talking about it. We can speak tomorrow, alright?”
Iain nodded again. The more he knew of Noah, the more he found him to be very clever. Iain couldn’t get rid of the thought of kissing Noah again. It had been really exciting and good when they did it at the making out session. He wasn’t into boys, Iain told himself repeatedly, but the kissing had in fact been good. Iain had almost asked Noah if they could do it again now, but he didn’t want to risk another embarrassing rejection like with Jacob. So Iain just kept standing next to Noah cutting the peppers while Noah was preparing some meat, that the kidnapper had sent them on Noah’s request via elevator earlier today. When he was done, Iain turned around to leave the kitchen.
“Hey, Iain?” Noah asked him, when he was almost gone.
Iain turned around. “Yeah?”
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When he returned to the living room, Iain Armitage’s lips were still wet. Walker and Jacob were sitting on one of the couches, playing a video game. Judging on their behavior, Walker was winning. Dylan was sitting on the dining table, reading a book.
“Is dinner ready?” he asked Iain after he had seen him walking down the stairs into the living room.
Iain nodded. “Almost.”
Iain then approached Jackson, who was sitting on the other couch, going through DVD’s.
“What will you watch?” Iain asked him, after sitting down next to him.
“Don’t know yet. You got an idea?” his fellow 13-year old asked him.
“I’ve heard IT Chapter One is quite decent …” Iain answered.
Jackson rolled his eyes on him, but chuckled. “Ha-ha, very funny.” But then he joined the joke. “Or maybe we can watch Doctor Sleep to see Jacob being killed.” he said, just loud enough that Jacob could hear it on the other couch.
“I’ve heard that.” Jacob shouted back with a laugh on his face but without taking his eyes off the video game he was playing.
Iain smirked at Jackson. Finally, a bit of fun in this depressing bunker.
Then, all of a sudden, Jackson slid closer to Iain and kissed him on the mouth. If he hadn’t just made out wildly with Noah Schnapp in the kitchen, Iain would’ve flinched. But so, he didn’t move and let it happen. How brave Jackson was to just do that, Iain thought, but he didn’t fight it. Jackson’s lips pressed onto Iain’s lips excitedly. Iain opened his mouth a little and allowed Jackson’s tongue to enter his mouth, where the tongues of the boys were playing around for a while. Jackson was way more vigorous than Noah had been. It felt good, but in a different way than Noah’s tongue felt inside him, and definitely not so good.
After Jackson leaned back, he had blushed enormously. “I-I-I’m sorry … I just … I don’t know what happened just then.”
“It’s alright Jackson.” Iain said and gave him an encouraging smile. He looked around to check on the other boy’s reaction to this, but they all acted like they hadn’t seen it.
“I don’t know why I did that … I-I should’ve asked you first, but…”
Iain smiled at him. “It’s okay. I was just surprised but I understand why you did it.”
Jackson nodded, clearly relieved. “Okay. The kissing for me is just … I don’t know.”
“Jesus, Jackson! You like making out, get over it and don’t make such a big deal about it, it’s just kissing!” Dylan shouted at Jackson from the dining table, proving that he had indeed seen what had happened, causing Jackson to blush even more.
“Don’t listen to him.” Iain whispered to Jackson, giving him another smile.
Shortly after, Noah entered the living room with a large pan in his hands. “Dinner!”
During dinner, it was quiet mostly. Only Jacob and Walker could be heard debating about their video game, Jacob angrily demanding a rematch. Iain was happy that both Noah and Jackson were very good at acting like nothing had ever happened.
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When he went to his room at exactly 09:45pm, after the alarm sound had went off, Iain Armitage took off his sweatpants and socks and laid down on his bed. He liked to sleep only in t-shirt and boxershort. As it happened very often to him before bedtime, Iain got a boner. Normally it happened accidentely, without Iain even thinking about it. This time, Iain caused it with his thoughts. He thought about what happened with Noah in the kitchen.
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When the 17-year old had asked the 13-year old Iain if he wanted to kiss a little, Iain hadn’t hesitated. He would make an impression on the kidnapper and he would get this nice, tickling feeling back on his lips. It was a no-brainer for Iain Armitage.
Only this time, it was different than the making out sequence two days ago. Back then, Noah was teaching him how to do it, how he needed to move his tongue, when he needed to take a break, where he needed to place his hands. It had been good, but they had a competition to win. This time, Noah kissed him as if he really wanted to. Noah kissed him in a romantic, caring way. They made out tenderly and, to his own surprise, it was the most beautiful thing Iain had ever felt. After a while, Noah had asked him if he could try something new. Iain had just nodded. Of course. Then, to Iain’s surprise, Noah had picked him up with his strong arms and before he knew it, Iain had put his feet around Noah’s waist and his arms around Noah’s neck, while Noah was holding onto him just above his buttcheeks. He was so close to him, Iain had even heard and felt Noah’s heartbeat, while making out in that position. After a while, Noah had carefully dropped him back to the ground.
“Take this, Dylan and Jackson.” Noah had said to Iain, winking at him and Iain couldn’t hold back a loud laughter.
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Thinking back to it, Iain felt weird. Like butterflies flying around in his stomach. Iain never felt that way before.
But he wasn’t into boys, Iain now told himself once more, laying in his bed and trying to make his hardon disappear with sheer willpower. It was just the physical sensation from the kissing. It felt good back then and it felt good thinking about it now, so it was only logical that his penis would react in such a way, he told himself. Then Iain’s thoughts drifted from Noah Schnapp to Noah Schnapp spending a night with Roman Griffin Davis in a locked room to Roman Griffin Davis leaving The Bunker. Iain didn’t know exactly how Roman had been selected to escape. He guessed it had something to do with the wooden box and his night with Noah. There was no way to tell for sure, but Roman must have done a lot. Iain recalled that Roman hadn’t seemed surprised when his name was announced. The guy had known that he had a good shot, Iain had seen that in Roman’s eyes. Iain was excited for tomorrow. Then it would hopefully be reveiled what had been going on in the last few days.
While drifting off to sleep, Iain thought about what tomorrow’s sex task might be. Some of the things that came to his mind frightened him. Some others made his penis twitch just a little bit when Iain thought about them.
Half excited, half scared, and still half erect, Iain Armitage fell asleep.
Chapter 13: Day 7 - Part 2 with Roman Griffin Davis
Roman Griffin Davis couldn’t contain a cheer when the elevator started moving upwards. He had done it. He had really done it. Ever since he had read the first letter of his kidnapper, Roman had been determined to do anything in his power to be the first one to leave The Bunker. Not that the idea of being locked up with a bunch of sexy and sweet boys frightened him. On the contrary – it turned him on. Although he felt a bit guilty about it, he was excited to do some dirty stuff with them and get to know some other cocks. But Roman knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away from home for long without going insane. His Daddy was there. And Roman needed his Daddy.
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It all started when Roman Griffin Davis had been twelve years old.
Roman remembered exactly how he had felt on that day. The day, that should change his life forever. He had always been very insecure about himself. Nothing he did seemed to be good enough in his eyes, and at times he thought that his father felt the same way. His father was loving and caring with Roman’s two younger brothers, and years ago, it had been the same with him, but for the last two or three years, his father had treated Roman somewhat distanced and neutral. Since he turned ten years old, Roman always felt that he had done something horrible to his father without even remembering it.
On that particular day – Roman’s mum and two little brothers had left to go shopping to the mall – he decided to find out how that had come. He went into his father’s office to talk to him. But the picture that presented itself to twelve year old Roman was like nothing Roman had ever seen before. His father was sitting in his chair, completely nude, touching his erect penis. He was sitting in front of his computer and when he looked at it, Roman could see a video playing. His father had headphones in his ears, so Roman couldn’t hear what was happening in the video, but he saw an older man and a young boy that were both completely naked and were hugging each other, so Roman could figure that it was some sex stuff going on. His father hadn’t noticed him entering the room. For a second, Roman thought about just leaving. But he was too curious. What was his father doing there?
“Um … Dad?” he said.
His father jumped up, scared to death. “Fuuuuuck!” He tried to cover his penis with his hands but that was quite tricky as it was really hard. “Roman, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were out with mum!? I’m …. I’m just … doing … erm … Could you … maybe, please go outside for sec?”
The video was still running. Roman looked at it, curious, but also a bit ashamed to see the two naked bodies. But he was too intrigued to look away.
“It’s what they call wanking, right? What you’re doing there I mean…” Roman asked.
His father looked at him, shocked, baffled by the calmness of his son. “What? No! I-I-I was just … I was … erm … you know.” His father took a deep breath, still hiding his boner from his son. “You can’t tell mum about that. You hear me, son? Never.”
Roman nodded. “So it is wanking right?”
His father calmed down a little, taking some time to pull up his pants again. “How do you know?”
Roman shrugged. “Some boys in my class were talking about it. I just didn’t know how … it looked. I better leave you alone, I guess…”
After some minutes, his father came into his room and sat on Roman’s bed, where his son was sitting, playing some game on his phone.
“Listen, Roman. About what you just saw…” He paused, fascinated by his boy’s curious eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to see that. I really thought you weren’t home and I understand that this makes you feel awkward, but …”
“Why?”
“Huh?”
“Why should I be awkward about it? In school they say that every boy does it when he’s old enough.”
“Erm … yeah, that’s right. Still, you shouldn’t see me doing that.”
Roman nodded. Then a questioning look came up on his face. “But Dad … Don’t you like girls?”
His father thought about how to answer that. “You can never tell your mum, okay?”
Roman nodded.
“You know there are some persons who like both. I like women but I also like … boys. I mean, men.”
Roman thought about that for a bit. “But how can two boys … you know, do it?”
Dad chuckled a bit, getting more and more relaxed that his son had promised him twice not to tell his wife what he had seen. “You mean, because there is no vagina?”
Roman nodded. That’s exactly what he had meant.
“Well, you know a vagina is just a hole, right?”
Roman nodded. “And?”
“Well, you’re a boy. You may not have a vagina, but maybe there is another hole?”
Roman was confused. Then he got it. His eyes widened in surprise.
“Ha, now you got it, hm?” his father said, chuckling.
Roman was shocked. “But … I mean, up there. That must be painful to put something there, right?” Then he paused shortly, realizing something. “Dad, have you ever … done … that?”
His father had grinned at him, but then shook his head. “Nah, that’s not for me.”
“But, erm, Dad … In this video … There was a man about your age, but also a boy about my age … isn’t that … kinda forbidden?”
Dad’s face got serious. He thought about it before carefully formulating an answer. “Well, yes son, your right. It’s forbidden. But this doesn’t necessarily means that it’s bad. Was the boy looking sad?”
Roman shook his head. “No, he was happy.” It was quiet for a while. Then, Roman gathered all his courage and asked his father: “How does it feel?”
“How does what feel?”
“You know … touching yourself …”
His father raised an eyebrow. “You never done it?”
Roman shook his head, looking on the floor, a bit embarrassed by now.
“But … you get hard already, right?”
Roman nodded. He had felt erections since he was ten years old and he had also played with his penis a little before, but never that what his father had done just then. Then, he looked in his father’s eyes and all of a sudden, Roman realized something. A sparkle in his father’s eyes had given him away.
“Dad? Do you want to do all the sex stuff with me?”
“What? Roman, no, I …”
“Because if we would, would you love me more then?”
“Love you more? What’s that supposed to …”
“Well, you love my brothers more than me. Is it because they are doing these thi…”
“Roman! I’m not doing anything like that with your brothers!”
“But then why don’t you love me like them?” Tears had gathered in Roman’s eyes.
“Because …” Roman’s father paused for a second, realizing what he was about to say. He thought about what he should tell his son, now that he had discovered his secret. “If I told you … you can never tell mum nor anyone else in this world, do you understand?”
Roman nodded eagerly, drying his tears. He just wanted his father to love him.
“Because … sometimes … I want to do the sex stuff … with you, Roman … not your brothers, but you … I look at you and think about forbidden things I want to do with you … so I keep you a bit more distanced, you know? That doesn’t mean I love you less. I love you … just as much as your brothers, okay? Maybe even a bit more, because you are my oldest son. Does that make sense to you?”
Roman nodded again. It did make sense to him.
When his father was about to turn around and leave, Roman held him by the sleeve. “Dad?”
“Yes, Roman?”
“I want you to do the things with me …”
His father hesitated. Was his son fooling with him? No, he looked serious. “Roman, you don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to, Dad.” Roman gave him a shy smile.
His father didn’t need to be told that twice of course. “If you really want to, then you will go to my office now and undress completely okay?”
Roman nodded enthusiastically. He had no idea what would happen, he was just happy that he could spend some time with his father and make him happy and make him love him at the same time.
When his father came into the room, Roman was nude and his father was too. His Dad had an erection again, Roman could see.
“Okay son. Remember that no one can ever know this alright? If something happens that you don’t like just tell me right away. If you change your mind about something you can always tell me and we stop, alright?”
Roman just smiled at him and nodded. It was funny being naked with his dad. Weird, but funny.
“From now on when we are meeting here in my office to do some of this stuff, we will call it fun-time, okay? But it will be our secret okay? Just the two of us can know.”
Roman nodded eagerly. “Yes, Dad.”
“Oh and one thing: If we spend fun-time together, you will call me Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Over the past three years, Roman and his Daddy had a lot of fun-time together. Whenever the rest of the family was out, they would meet in Dad’s office. Sometimes, they would make a trip together, just the two of them, to be alone and be able to have fun-time. Since then, Roman never questioned his father’s affection. Whenever Dad became Daddy for a while, Roman knew that his Daddy loved him. His Daddy introduced him to all the joy that two boys could have together. At first, he had only jerked him off. Then, after a while, Roman started caressing his Daddy’s cock with his mouth as well. His Daddy always made sure that Roman felt good as well. Roman had his first wank lying in his Daddy’s arms and his first ejaculation in his Daddy’s throat. Roman had grown to love the taste of his Daddy’s cum on his tongue, just as much as the feeling of his Daddy’s warm, wet tongue caressing his hard nipples.
By the time he was fourteen years old, Roman knew that he was gay. But doing things with other boys had never been an option for him. His Daddy told him never to be with anyone else. He didn’t want to share, Daddy had said. That made Roman feel good, feel loved. His Daddy was the only one for him. He felt good when he had fun-time with him. By now he knew of course that his father was a pervert, but could he blame him? It was just too much fun. And by then, Roman felt that his father loved him even more than his brothers. He was his favourite son and that was all that Roman Griffin Davis needed to be happy. Being his Daddy’s toy was his destiny and Roman wouldn’t change it for the world. On Roman’s fifteenth birthday, his Daddy had decided to take things to the next level. Ever since then, his Daddy would watch how Roman fingered his virgin butthole in preparation for Daddy’s cock to enter one day. Roman was so desperate for his Daddy to fuck him, but Daddy kept him waiting and waiting and waiting. He wanted his hole to get used to being penetrated, Daddy always told him. Roman knew that it would happen soon, his Daddy had already eaten his ass on two or three occasions by then, so Roman was eagerly awaiting the day his Daddy would line up his cock with Roman’s boyhole.
But everything turned out quite differently than expected, as Roman suddenly woke up in The Bunker. The last thing he remembered was running home from school. He was running, because he knew that his father was home alone, which normally meant that his father would become Daddy for some fun-time. But then, nothing. Roman didn’t remember what happened. And it didn’t matter for now. He was about to go back home again. Back to Daddy.
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When the doors of the elevator opened again, Roman was still grinning. Partly because of the memories he had just relived, but mostly because now it was time to move out of this place. He knew what room he should expect to see by the description of Noah Schnapp, but he had imagined it to look a lot more technical and futuristic. In reality, it was just a small, oval room with some monitors on a wall. It was quite dark. Even his sleeping room down in The Bunker was cosier.
Roman Griffin Davis was greeted by a smiling young man, that he immediately identified as Mark. He had seen him on the TV when Walker Scobell had sucked him off. God, that had been soooo hot, Roman remembered.
“Good morning, Roman. And congratulations if I may add.” Mark said, all smiley.
“Thanks.” Roman simply replied. “What happens now?”
Before answering, Mark took out another envelope, placed it carefully into the elevator and pressed the button that sent the elevator back down. Then, Mark looked at him with an assessing glance. “Well, can’t you figure?”
“I meet the guy?”
“You meet the guy, yes.” Mark answered and gave him another big smile. He stepped aside and made an inviting gesture. “Shall we? Just follow me please, Roman.”
Mark led Roman through the door of the oval room into the corridor, where Roman immediately saw the red sofa that he already knew was standing there. But Mark immediately turned left and walked into the dimly lit corridor. Roman followed him obediently.
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Roman Griffin Davis was convinced that he had deserved his right to be the first one to escape The Bunker. When he realized what he had to do in order to escape, Roman was a bit sad. He never wanted to disobey his Daddy’s instructions not to do those things with other boys. But Roman knew that he had to do those things in order to reunite with his Daddy. He knew that his Daddy would understand. And although he felt guilty about cheating on his Daddy, Roman was curious and excited to be intimate with other boys.
But for the first task, Roman was on his own. He had promised the rest of the boys that he wouldn’t film himself. He didn’t believe for a second that none of the group would make a little video for the kidnapper as they had all promised, but if they really didn’t than it was all the better for Roman. Record a sexy tape? No big deal for him.
He positioned the camera on the chair in his room and started recording. He slowly stripped nude from his pink clothes, teasingly keeping eye-contact with the camera. “Boy you’re in for a treat” he whispered, already feeling his dick stiffen. “That’s what you wanna see, hm?” he said while presenting his penis into the camera. Although it was quite small when limp, his erect cock grew to a size of a little over 5 inches, which was quite average for 15-year old boys. He had already caught up to his Daddy’s dick in size, for which his Daddy always told him how proud he was of him. Roman hoped that his penis might still grow even more so that his Daddy would be even prouder. Also, due to Daddy’s request, Roman had never shaved his pubic hair so far, so he had a significant bush of bright, curly hair going on above his dick. His balls and butt crack however were almost hairless. Roman started stroking his cock, making sure that the kidnapper had a good look on his glans. It only took him a few moments until Roman started to really enjoy this treatment and his cock starting releasing a bit of pre-cum. Roman rubbed it on his hardon to use it as a natural lube. After masturbating for a while, Roman laid down on his bed. “You’re gonna like that now, take a good look, Baby.” he whispered into the camera.
Then, he lifted his lower body and folded it towards his head. That way, he could reach his penis with his mouth. Just a little bit, but it was enough to suck on about half of his boner. Roman loved that feeling. Feeling a cock in his mouth and a mouth surrounding his own dick were his two favourite things to feel. To feel his own throbbing cock on his tongue was the best he could imagine. After a while, Roman had another idea. The camera had the perfect view of his asshole in the position he was currently lying, so he decided to wet one of his fingers in his mouth and then slowly pushed it into his back entrance. He could feel the heat surrounding his finger and it made him even harder than he already was. He took his dick out of his mouth and focused on his anal pleasure now. Roman let another finger join the depths of his tight hole and started groaning and moaning because of the sensations that made him ecstatic. With his other hand, he jerked himself off hard and fast. After a while, he stood up and positioned himself in front of the camera again. He took the little plastic bucket that was in his room and placed it in front of him. It was time for the finale. He let one finger enter his warm butt again and started jerking again, not before he had spit on his dick twice to lube it up even further. With his finger inside him, he was searching for that special spot and he could already feel his orgasm approaching. He would never forget how he had screamed in pleasure when his Daddy had hit his prostate for the very first time with a finger, and now the same scream escaped Roman’s mouth after he had hit the sweetest of spots in his anus, immediately causing himself to squirt off his load. He pumped his entire cum into the bucket and of course Roman did not miss the opportunity of shooting close-ups of his cum load and of his dripping cock for the kidnapper before turning the cam off.
On the next morning, Roman had woken up to a shock. There was a letter on the chair when he woke up, meaning that someone had been in his room while he was sleeping. It had read:
Roman, my dearest, I know all of your secrets. I know about Daddy. I know you’re gay. I don’t want the other boys to know. That’s why I want you to lie at today’s task. Tell them everything, but not the truth. Destroy this letter. Love, Your Kidnapper P.S. Fucking hot video
Roman was confused beyond measure. How could this guy know about him and his Daddy?
But he did as he was asked to, told the other boys that he started jerking off at 13 (for real, Daddy showed him how to do it when he was 12) and that he desperately wanted to know how a blowjob felt (he had just blown himself the day before, so Roman had to focus not to laugh as he was saying that) and it seemed to him that all the boys were alright with his answers, so that was all that he needed to do on Day 3 to please the kidnapper.
On the next day, Roman had to go a bit further. But oh, did he love the thought of taking care of Noah Schnapp for some minutes. For him, Noah was the hottest guy in The Bunker. His jawline made Roman wanna do things to him. Now he was allowed to.
When the door of his room opened and it was his time to approach Noah Schnapp, Roman didn’t hesitate of course. He sat next to Noah, whose dick was already rock hard and Roman didn’t waste any time. He took Noah’s cock in his hand and then put his mouth over the glans. The surprised but horny movements that Noah made, encouraged Roman to go deeper and deeper. Roman estimated Noah’s beautiful cock to be around 6,5 inches long, maybe even slightly more. That was way more than Roman was used to from his Daddy and therefore it was a bit difficult for him as well. He even gagged a little, which hadn’t happened to him since he had been thirteen years old, but still he loved Noah’s cock in his mouth. Roman struggled a little, so he figured that the 17-year old he was pleasing, may have concluded that he wasn’t experienced in those things at all. But Roman could hear that Noah loved the treatment as the older boy was moaning loudly. Roman loved that sound. Just when he was ready to go deepthroat, Roman felt a pain on his hair as Noah had pulled him off his dick.
“I’m-I’m sorry, I almost c-came…” Noah said, trying to catch his breath.
After a short break, Roman went on the stroke Noah’s dick, caressing his balls and his stomach. Although Noah wore a blindfold, Roman saw in his face that he liked it, encouraging him to lick over the tip of Noah’s penis a little. Then he wanted to resume his blowjob, but sadly, Roman’s time had passed. He hoped that he would meet Noah’s cock again.
And it took him only a day until this hope became reality. Because on the next day, much to Roman’s surprise, he was assigned an extra task.
Roman Griffin Davis, you sweet, innocent boy. I want you to take the box and go with it to your room. You will be locked inside the room until tomorrow morning. You are not allowed to open the box before you are in your room. You are not allowed to discuss the contents of the box with the other boys. Only you are allowed to touch the box. Further instructions are inside the box. Go now!
That’s what the letter had said and therefore Roman of course did as he was told. When he was locked inside his room, he opened the box. It contained a purple silicone dildo, about 10 centimetres long, a sheet of paper, a pen and another letter.
As I told you, I know about Daddy. Don’t even ask how. But I also know that one of your holes is still a virgin. This can change tonight, if you want to. At sleeping time tonight, when all of the other boys are in their rooms, your door will open again. You are allowed to take a shower and clean yourself. Then, you will be locked into your room with another boy for the night. I want that this boy steals the virginity of your asshole. I want him to fuck you and that means that you cause him to cum. Therefore you can use lube and a condom that you find inside your or his drawer in the bathroom. What you do or not do apart from anal sex during the night is up to you. It is a task, so of course you or the other boy are free to choose not to participate. But I have a feeling you will. Until your door opens again, I want you to prepare a little with the toy I put inside the box. When the sex is done I want you to snuggle and sleep cuddling until tomorrow morning. Then, you have to write down what you did precisely on that paper, put it in the box and take the box to the elevator first thing tomorrow morning. Don’t write down a lie. Trust me, I would know. You are not allowed to discuss anything that happens overnight nor the content of the box and the letter with the other boys. When they ask about it, you will answer with the exact sentence “We are not allowed to discuss it.” Enjoy it!
Roman took this message with mixed feelings. Of course he wanted to get deflowered. And it would be perfect to make an impression on the kidnapper. But he always wanted his Daddy to be the one who took his innocence. He wanted to store himself for the man that had shown him everything. But Roman didn’t have much of a choice. Of course he would do it.
After preparing himself for almost two hours with the dildo, Roman had already came twice. Nowhere in the kidnapper’s letter had it said that he couldn’t have some fun before his partner would be arriving. Inserting the toy into his butthole had hurt a little in the beginning, but it felt amazing. His hole was still so tight but also a bit stretched because of his fingering that was going on for some months by now. Roman of course had no experience in such things but he figured his hole was just in perfect condition for a cock to intrude. He had thrusted the dildo inside him for quite some time with nothing than his spit as lube. Roman couldn’t hold it back, he came explosively. After that, he just wanted to keep playing a little to prepare his ass for the first penis he would ever receive, but suddenly he had hit his prostate without even aiming for it, sending his cock to heaven, ejaculating once more.
Roman Griffin Davis had lost track of the time, he was sitting on his bed with his clothes back on, to hide his cum-smeared stomach from whoever would visit him this night.
When the door finally opened, Roman sent a prayer of thanks to heaven. It was the best possible outcome. He was already looking forward to meet this dick again. Noah Fucking Schnapp. His cock started to stiffen again. Roman grinned at Noah and Noah grinned back. Roman stood up, took the letter from the kidnapper, gave it to Noah and left the room without a comment. He gave Noah no chance to decline the task, Roman would not let that happen.
After he had showered, Roman took out the condoms and the lube out of his drawer and went back to his room, fully nude. He wanted to catch Noah by surprise, and given the shocked face Noah made, he had succeeded. Noah was polite enough to look away.
“So, are we going to do this or what?” Roman asked cheekily, while waving around with the condoms and the lube.
Noah’s eyes widened. “Um, well I thought maybe that you don’t wanna do it.”
“But I want to.” Roman thought about unveiling his sexual desires to Noah. But the kidnapper had told him that he didn’t want the other boys to know about Roman, so he had to keep it to himself. For the same reason, Roman couldn’t tell him that he had blown him the other day.
“Really?” Noah asked, rather surprised.
“Sure thing. Do me a favour and just do it, okay. No need to worry about me, I made my decision and I want that.” There was no sign of doubt in Roman’s voice.
Noah nodded. He seemed to be impressed. “Alright, if you want to. I sure as hell want it too.”
The boys laughed. After they heard the door lock behind them, it was quite for some seconds.
“So, um … have you … prepared?” Noah asked.
“Haha, yeah I did. We can just get started.” Roman gave back.
“Okay. Um … I’m gonna undress then too.” Noah said and took off his red clothes, unveiling his ripped upper body and his great cock, that Roman already knew of course.
The night was a blast for both of the boys. Without Noah even asking, Roman gave him a nice blowjob. Noah’s response, tenderly stroking Roman’s hair, proved to Roman that the older boy would be liking this as well. After he had allowed Noah to finger his ass, Roman got on all fours and Noah took him from behind. He was very sweet and careful and so Roman struggled only in the beginning with taking the 6,5 inches up his ass. After some minutes, he had loosened up and was enjoying it just as much as he had imagined it to. The first time didn’t last that long, Noah had squirted into his condom after about two dozen thrusts. They had laid on bed together after that for a while, but when Roman asked if he would want to do it a second time, Noah agreed. This time, Roman sat down on Noah’s cock and was able to set the pace himself. After a while, Roman begged Noah between his moans to start pounding harder. When Noah did, Roman ejaculated on Noah’s chest in a matter of seconds.
After that, Roman blew Noah off again. It took him a while, but then Roman heard Noah grunting and a few seconds later, Roman felt the cock inside his mouth twitching and he tasted the warm and sticky semen of Noah Schnapp. For round three, Noah first fucked Roman’s gaping asshole in missionary. Roman didn’t ask, he just leaned forward to make out with Noah while the older boy was moving inside him excitedly. Noah gasped into the kiss, but made no effort to move away. The boys, neither of them knowing that the other fancied boys anyways without being in a bunker, passionately kissed and didn’t stop until Noah was getting close again. Roman then asked Noah to fuck him doggy in a hard and relentless manner, and of course Noah complied with the request. Roman loved to be fucked hard even more than to be fucked tenderly. Both boys came again in the exact same second. They would not stop smiling for the whole night, that they spend snuggled up close.
In the morning, Roman had written the requested note to the kidnapper. He was precise and very detailed and the memories did not help to make his morning wood disappear. Noah seemed confused, but happy. Roman realized that this night had to be more shocking for Noah as it had been for himself, who had prepared for his anal deflowering for months.
On that day, which was yesterday, the task could not have been any simpler. Roman had stripped to his underwear and when Noah and Dylan had started with it, he joined them in stripping nude completely. He gave Noah a little wink that no one else had noticed and Noah just grinned. Roman was selfish of course, he wanted to show off to the kidnapper as much as possible, but the knowledge that he had made Noah very happy three times during the last night gave Roman a very good and comforting feeling.
Yesterday, Roman had just one problem: to hide his constantly appearing erections. When he saw on the TV screen how Walker Scobell struggled with that cock in his mouth, Roman felt sympathy for the young boy, but it was also hot as fuck. He would have loved to be in Walker’s place and picturing that had Roman hard in no time. Luckily, he was still wearing his pink boxershort at the time. But later, when he had to remind himself not to stare at Noah Schnapp’s and Dylan Kingwell’s exposed, beautiful bodies and their alluring cocks, it got more difficult to hide his excitement. Therefore, Roman Griffin Davis had spent most of the afternoon sitting on the couch with crossed legs.
So, yes, Roman Griffin Davis had done everything in his power to be the first one who would be allowed to go back home. And he had enjoyed the tasks that he had to do on the road. But Roman had never lost sight on why he was doing it. While he liked Noah and most of the other boys as well, he had one goal and one goal only. To get back to Daddy. Of course he would be telling the police about The Bunker. He would spare out the things he did in order to escape, of course, but he would tell them and he would hope that the other boys could be found and rescued and of course he would pretend to be a traumatized and shocked teenage boy. But secretly, Roman was already looking forward to tell his Daddy about the things he had done to get back home. Daddy surely would be very proud of him.
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“Roman? You still with me here?”
“Huh, what?” Roman looked into Mark’s wondering eyes. On their way, Roman had only absently perceived the doors on both sides of the corridor. He hadn’t even though about what might be behind them. Roman had completely lost himself in his memories. Now, they had reached the end of the corridor and were standing in front of a massive steel door. On the left-hand side was another door just like the one that led him into the corridor. “Yeah, I was just thinking.”
Mark nodded slowly. Then, to Roman’s surprise, he opened the door on the left.
“Isn’t that one the exit?” Roman asked him, pointing at the steel door in front of him.
“Yes, it is. But you’re not quite done yet, Roman. You meet the guy, remember? Come with me, please.”
Reluctantly, Roman went through the door.
He stepped into a very small room, not bigger than his sleeping room down in The Bunker. Except for a desk with a lot of monitors and a chair, the room had no furniture whatsoever. Across from the door Roman had just stepped through on the other side of the room was another door looking exactly the same.
When his gaze fell on the monitors, Roman paused, confused. It showed the live footage of the surveillance cameras of The Bunker. Some of it, Roman had already seen on the other monitors in the room with the elevator. But here, he could see some additional camera angles. The bathroom, a close-up of the shower and three cams for each sleeping room: total camera angle, that had to be attached at a corner of the room, a camera that showed the bed from above, that had to be attached on the ceiling and a camera that pointed directly onto the bed, which had to be attached to the door, Roman realised. He could even identify his own room because of the pink bed sheet and blanket.
Roman turned to Mark. “You said there are no cameras in the rooms!”
Mark shook his head. “Your kidnapper said that, not me. And well … he lied, Roman.”
That explained how the kidnapper would have known if he had written him wrong information about his night with Noah. He was glad that he hadn’t. Roman was worried. “What else has he lied about?”
Mark chuckled, as if this was the funniest question ever. “You will be allowed to leave The Bunker in a few minutes, if that’s what concerns you.”
It really had been what had concerned him. But he wouldn’t show that of course. “Why are we in this room?”
Instead of answering, Mark walked towards the desk and gave Roman the letter that had been lying there. “Follow the instructions.” he mumbled. Then, Mark turned around and left the room without saying another word. Roman heard how the door was locked from outside.
After he had read the letter, Roman entered the next room. He was cautious by now, as he had not expected this to happen. But he was also turned on by that letter.
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Dearest Roman,
Congratulations again! There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that you were the most deserving to leave The Bunker. Your father really trained you to be a fantastic whore. Now please don’t worry. You will get out of here. But before I let you step through the big steel door that leads outside, I want to experience you for myself of course.
You will step into the room behind the next door. I will be lying on a king-size bed, completely nude. Who I am does not matter and I won’t answer you any questions on the why’s and how’s. It doesn’t matter.
I want you to come to me, undress completely and lay down next to me. You will start stroking my cock, then you will suck me off. Then you will sit down on my cock, taking it in completely. I want to feel your cheeks pressing against my hips. You will bounce like crazy on me and you will be loud during it. I want to hear you groan, scream and moan.
When I signal you that I’m close, you will stand up and kneel in front of me, I will fuck you doggy for some hard thrusts and cover your asshole in cum.
Keep in mind, that you are not yet released. I could still send you back if you deny. I would hate to do it, but I would. All the other boys would hate me right now, but I’m taking a wild guess and say that you will really like it, you horny little slut.
So, remember how I want it to happen. If you have, step inside and enjoy it.
Love, Your Kidnapper
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When it was done, precisely like the kidnapper had wished it to happen, he stroked Roman’s hair for a little while as if he wanted to tell him that he had done a good job.
Then, the man told him to wait for a second. He stood up and left the room. It was the first time he had actually said a word. Before, he had just let himself be spoiled by Roman, without saying a word.
After a minute or so, the man came back, along with Mark. Roman recoiled. Mark had a syringe in his hand and approached him. “You need to go to sleep now.”
Roman got really frightened. “Woah, woah! You said … I was … a-a-allowed to go home!” he stammered.
The kidnapper made a face of fake serious astonishment. “Home? No one ever said something about home, sweetie. You’re allowed to leave The Bunker, that’s all.”
Roman’s world collapsed. A tear gathered in his eye. “No, please. Please, come on, T…”
When the needle entered his body, Roman passed out almost immediately. The last sensation he perceived was the warm cum that was still slowly flowing out of his asshole. Roman Griffin Davis wished so much it had been that of his Daddy.