As the second teen reached his climax, his grip on Rahul‘s hips tightened, his nails digging into his flesh. With a final, violent thrust, he withdrew and spurted his hot seed over Rahul’s bare bottom. The warm fluid trickled down his thighs, mixing with the tears that continued to fall. The room stank of sweat, cum, and fear as they watched him, eager for their turns to desecrate his vulnerable body. The third intruder stepped forward, his excitement clear even through the mask. He positioned himself and with a cruel smirk, shoved into Rahul without a moment of hesitation. The pain was so intense that it sent stars dancing before his eyes, but he remained conscious, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and revenge.
The nighty, sticky with cum and sweat, fell back to his ankles, clinging to his legs like a second skin. The sensation of the wet fabric against his skin was almost as degrading as the violation itself. The fabric of the nighty, now damp and heavy, clung to his calves, sticking to the mess that had been made. The leader, still smirking, gestured to the other three. “Let’s give him a break, shall we?” They nodded in unison, their eyes never leaving Rahul’s trembling form. With surprising gentleness, they untied his hands. One of the teens slapped hard on the wet spot on his nighty ass, making all laugh. His butt was burning, legs felt like jelly, weak from the ordeal, but they didn’t give him time to recover.
They shoved him towards the kitchen. The girl guide him through the apartment. The sink was filled with dirty dishes, the remnants of their feast floating in greasy water. The smell of food, now cold and congealed, made his stomach turn. One of the teens handed him a sponge and a bottle of dish soap, the plastic digging into his palm as he held it. The soap was thick and sticky, leaving a greasy film on everything it touched.
“Remember, don’t untie the gag,” she whispered, her voice low and threatening. Her eyes bore into him, a silent promise of what would happen if he dared to disobey. The gag felt like a constant presence in his mouth, a reminder of their control over him. He nodded, his eyes wide with fear. The girl stepped back, watching as he approached the sink. . He dipped the sponge into the water, the coldness sending a shiver through his body. The soap bubbles popped and fizzed as he scrubbed at the plates, the grease refusing to let go.
His eyes remained focused on the task at hand, trying to ignore the pain in his body and the stickiness between his legs. Each dish washed was a step closer to the end of this nightmare.
“Make sure you do a good job, nighty boy,” one of the teen said, his voice dripping with malice. “We wouldn’t want your mother to think you’ve turned into a slob.”
Rahul nodded frantically, his eyes pleading for mercy behind the gag. He knew that if he didn’t comply, they would only find new, more twisted ways to torment him.
Finally, the last dish was cleaned, and the sink emptied of its dirty water. The teen clapped his hands together. “Good boy,” he said, his tone mocking. “Now, let’s get you back to bed.” They grabbed Rahul by the arms, the fabric of the nighty sticking to his skin with the combination of sweat and cum. His legs felt like they might give out underneath him as they dragged him back to the room he had once found so comforting.