With a devious smile, she began to run her finger along the ridge of his nose, tracing the curve of his nostrils. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, almost tender, as she ventured further into his personal space. The tip of her finger slid inside one nostril, and Rahul’s eyes watered with the sudden intrusion. She wiggled it around, watching his face contort in disgust and fear. His bound hands clenched into fists, desperate to push her away, but his struggles only made the ropes bite deeper into his wrists.
The leader, seemingly bored with the game, clapped his hands together. “Alright, let’s give the little prince a break,” he said, his tone mockingly grandiose. “We’ve got some hunger to take care of.” With a final chuckle, they left Rahul on the bed, his heart racing and his mind reeling from the onslaught of humiliation.
The sound of their footsteps grew faint as they made their way to the kitchen, leaving him in the tied in the bedroom. He could hear the clinking of plates and the murmur of their voices as they rummaged through his family’s fridge and cabinets. The smell of food wafted in from the kitchen, a stark reminder of the comfort and safety they had invaded. His stomach growled, a traitorous response to the normalcy of the sounds.
“You must be feeling cute, little nighty-wearing boy,” he whispered, the malice in his voice unmistakable. “But first, we’ve got a little surprise for you.”
The others chuckled as they surrounded the bed, their eyes gleaming with excitement. The leader stepped aside, revealing the true horror they had planned for Rahul. One by one, the teens pulled down their pants, their erections bobbing in the air like a macabre parade of power. The girl, picked him up, pinching his tits, she kneeled him on the edge of bed, with butt sticking up and out. Panic set in, and Rahul’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape that wasn’t there. The girl, still wearing the same twisted smile, began to untie the knot around his ankles. “Leave it tied” says one of the teen. She stands there hugging his butt tight in the place so he doesn’t wiggle away.
The first intruder approached, his eyes fixed on Rahul’s exposed backside. With a snicker, he grabbed a handful of the nighty fabric, wadding it up and above his waist. The teen positioned himself, the tip of his penis touching Rahul’s trembling opening. Rahul felt the pressure increase as the leader took the first thrust. His body tensed and he bit down hard on the gag, muffling his scream into a whimper. The pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a searing heat that seemed to split him in two. The intruder’s grunts grew louder with each thrust, his excitement palpable in the air. The other teens watched with a mix of amusement and anticipation, eager for their own turn.
As the first one finished and pulled out with a wet pop, a trail of sticky warmth trickled down Rahul’s legs. The girl holding his nighty up let go, and it fell back down, sticking to his thighs with the cum. The second one took his place without a word, his hands roughly grabbing Rahul’s hips as he lined himself up. The tears streaming down Rahul’s face glistened in the stark light of the bedroom, his body shaking with fear and pain. The second intruder thrust into him, his hips pistoning with a brutal rhythm that sent waves of agony through Rahul’s body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by the wet smack of each penetration. He could feel the gag pressing deeper into his mouth with every grunt and groan from above. The pain was unbearable, but the fear of what they might do next kept him from losing consciousness.