-Written in 3rd person-

"HEY THERE! THIS IS YET ANOTHER WARNING BECAUSE UHM, NICO JUST GOT KIDNAPPED! IF ANYTHING ALONG THE LINES OF RAPE, ABUSE, VIOLENCE, OR BLOOD TRIGGERS YOU I DO NOT SUGGEST THIS BOOK. I'M SURE THERE ARE MANT OTHERS OUT THERE THAT WOULD BE A BETTER FIT! ANYWAYS... DON'T ENJOY TOO MUCH!"

The first thing Nico thought to do was lash out. If he could make any sort of distance between him and his kidnappers he might have a chance.

Unfortunately the students at Cheshire were all seasoned fighters who had fighting experience that could rival professionals. They were the worst of the worst, and finding someone with enough strength to hold down Whitey was an easy feat.

"Well, well, well. Look who came stumbling by."

Opening his eyes, Nico scanned around the room. Nobody he recognized. One thing he did know was that these were all high ranking uniforms. They had him gagged tightly so he could feel the rope burning against the sides of his mouth. A steady stream of drool hung loose from the side.

His arms and legs were tied behind his back together, forcing him to lay on his stomach and stretch his neck to avoid the floor. It was unbearably painful, enough to make Nico consider surrendering.

But even if he did it was clear that was not what his kidnappers were looking for. One of them grabbed his tied arms and legs and lifted him up a foot or two before dropping him on the ground. His head smashed onto the tiled floor and the wind got knocked out of his chest, leaving a hollow, painful feeling lingering in his lungs.

"ACK!" He cried out, words unable to form as the rope gag propped open his mouth. The rough texture scratched at his worn out tongue as he screamed.

"Oh, be quiet Vought. Such a pretentious last name, 'Vought.' Sounds like some shitty company or something like that. I don't even understand why he likes you so much. You aren't feminine, nor are you masculine and tough. Your looks are average and you fight like it too. No skill, no technique. Just a little boy clawing at some unlucky targets."

"MMHM! MMHHMM!" Nico screamed again and again in rage. All it got him was a few solid kicks to the chest.

So furious, Nico couldn't register who was talking to him anymore. His world was filled with red as he desperately tried to shuffle closer to the instigator of his wrath.

In return, he felt an alien boot scoop up his chin and point his neck farther up. As he calmed down, realization rippled through his features.

"Shhh, sit puppy. Stay still little doggy. It's alright baby, just focus on me and calm down. Don't worry about that mean man and focus on me. Did they hurt you baby? Aww, you poor, poor thing. Don't worry though, I'll take care of you."

-Back to first person-

I was silent. In front of my nameless kidnappers was someone I recognized very well. I had no idea when he slipped into the room as I didn't see him anywhere when I first got tied up, but he was here now.

"Gshht." I said, testing how much I could talk with this insufferable gag.

"Yes! Yes, baby! That's my name. Say it again darling, 'Ghost.'"

Why was he here? So far he had stayed away, true he always ignored my disregard for his feelings, but he never got so close as to actually touching me. Not since our initial meeting.

"Boys, you can leave now. I want some alone time with my precious puppy."

Following his orders, they all trickled out of the room until it was just us two.

"Wash doo ooh wansh fom mweh?" I tried talking again.

"Ahhh, I love when you try to talk. Your face is so pretty Nico. You aren't average at all. And your last name is so sexy. I get horny each time I hear the announcer call it. Ohhh, and when you stare at me I get chills. All the way down to my prick. Only you make me like this baby. Only you."

I paled. This was not something I wanted. Even worse, he started to unzip his uniform pants and pull out his very hard dick.

"Ahhhh, Nico. You barely know what you do to me. And tied beneath me? I've had sooo many fantasies about this one. My favorite was when you were underwater and choking on my dick and you took it so deep baby. Yesss, soo deep. And aghhhh, yesss!"

He was jacking off to some strange wet dream of his right in front of me and at that moment all I felt was dread. Because if this man was deranged enough to do this, then what was stopping him from getting bored and taking his lust out on me? The answer was nothing, because no matter how hard I struggled with these bonds there was nothing I could do to get free.

"And then I take your limp body close to my ch-chest and we ahhh kiss and mmmm yes, yes we kiss and then I cum all over you and ahhhhhh ohhhhhh I lick it off and AHHHH YESS YES YES YES RIGHT THERE OHHHH-"

It was warm, wet, and disgusting. It dripped down my face and pooled beneath my chin. I gagged, but all my saliva had dripped away causing my dry throat to squeeze out nothing. It was repulsive, but not to Ghost who dropped down, limp dick slowly hardening again, and licked long streaks of the mess off of my face. Like a kitten scooping up milk. He pulled out my gag and launched an attack at my mouth.

Tongue sweeping against my teeth and the roof of my mouth, he held onto my jaw, squeezing in warning. If I thought about connecting my teeth I would need to eat out of a straw for the rest of my life.

I used to describe Ghost as small and puny, a testament to the failure that is Cheshire's cafeteria, but looking at him now I recognized how built he was. Lean with packed muscle. Perfectly strong and extremely fast.

Even if I wasn't tied up, could I possibly...

He pressed his face closer and closer to my own. Each thrust of his tongue was to be recognized and repeated by my own otherwise the painful grip on my jaw grew and grew.

Tears welling up in my eyes only furthered to excite him and when we separated for a moment his eyes glowed with a strange sense of instability.

The kind I spent so long trying to stay away from.

"Aww, so cute baby. I have to let you go now, but I'll come back for you, okay? Don't miss me too much darling."

He pecked my sweat covered forehead and left the room, keeping the door open. Still tied up, I scoot my way over to my room.