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As always, your feedback iswelcomed and appreciated: odies1971@aol.com Copyright 2018 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The first sensation that Michael felt was the searing painin his head. He'd had enough migraines in his fifteen years to know that suddenmovement was not a wise idea. The second sensation was the feeling of cold tileagainst his skin. Michael wasn't sure where he was or how he got here, butthere was one thing of which he was sure: he was bare-assed naked. He was lyingon his stomach, the tiles cold against his body. The last time he remembered lying naked on a cold floor, hehad been about 5 years old. He was not sure why, but he remembered that hismother had to insert a suppository into his rectum. He remembered having to layon the bathroom floor while it took affect to do, well, whatever it was it wassupposed to do. Back then, he had been too young to understand the sexualenjoyment being naked could bring. Now, sexual enjoyment was the last thing inhis aching mind. The majority of the pain was centered in the front of hishead, just over his eyes. Michael knew that if he rolled over onto his back,the pain would subside a little. He tried to open his eyes to see around him,but was instantly assaulted with blinding light, another effect of themigraine. Michael's stomach began to turn and he felt as though he would hurl. Once the feeling in his stomach subsided, Michael pushedwith his left hand, gently rolling himself over. His arms and legs ached, as ifthey had not been used in a while and he wondered to himself just how long hehad been wherever it was he was. Thankfully, the pain in his head began tolessen as did the churning in his stomach. Michael used his left forearm tocover his eyes, blocking out the light completely. He moaned softly as the paineased. "I wonder if this is what a hangover feels like," he saidsoftly. "The pain will go away in a few minutes," a soft voicesuddenly said from the other side of the room. Michael was so startled by the sudden voice, and therealization that he was naked in front of this person, that he sat up quickly.Too quickly. His head exploded with pain, and blinding white lights appearedbehind his eyelids. Michael had just made it onto all fours when his stomachemptied itself onto the floor. Michael heard the `splat' as the puke hit the floor and feltthe liquid splatter onto his arms and chest. The smell hit him next, and heretched again. After heaving a couple more times, his stomach seemed to beempty. Michael chanced opening his eyes again. Through tear filledslits, he was able to make out where the wall was. He crawled over, sat down,and used the wall to brace his back. The coolness felt good against his back.He could make out a figure sitting against the wall opposite him. The onlything he could tell for sure was that the person appeared to be naked, like hewas. He slowly scanned the room. It was difficult to determinethe size as everything was white: the walls, the floor, the ceiling.Everything. The bright recessed lighting ensured that there were no shadowsanywhere in the room. In the far corner, he saw a toilet and a shower. There wereno doors or curtains, so there would be no privacy at all. Seeing the toilet made Michael realize that he needed totake a piss. He slowly inched himself upward, using the wall as a brace. Oncehe was standing, he took a step. He reached out his left hand to steadyhimself, having almost stumbled. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his right wrist,and another on his upper arm, near his armpit. "Let me help you," the voice said. Slowly, Michael was led over to the toilet and shower. Aftera moment, they stopped. The hands left his arm and a second later, Michaelheard the small squeaking as the knobs of the shower were turned, then thesound of water rushing out. "Pee in the shower," the voice said. "You can't aim if youcan't see straight. You can wash off the puke, too." "Thanks," Michael managed. He stepped into the shower tofind that the person had adjusted the temperature just right. Michael liked hotshowers. He lowered his chin to his chest and let the water hit the back of hisneck. Michael had never showered in front of anyone, not even ingym class. A couple years ago, before he had had to take gym, some parentcomplained about the privacy of their kid. The school put up stalls so the boys(and presumably the girls) could shower in private. Some of the boys stillwalked around with their dicks swinging in the wind, but not Michael. It's not that he wasn't good looking, he was. Michael wasn'tathletic, he just had a really high metabolism. Like most boys, he assumed, hehad measured his cock. He had to know if he was "average" or not. Michaelthought his six-and-a-half inch dick was pretty good. Now, he was showering infront of someone and didn't even have a clue whether that person was a boy or agirl. Then again, he had already laid on his back in front of this person,exposing every inch of himself. And, the person had helped him to the shower. Oncehe let go of his embarrassment, he released his bladder and felt the warm pissrush out through his penis. As he began to wash the stench and residue from his vomitoff of his body, he heard a gagging coming from the other side of theroom. A moment later, he heard aflushing sound. The water temperature briefly turned cold, then heated back upagain. Two more times this process repeated. Retch. Flush. Cold. Retch. Flush.Cold. Michael was finally able to open his eyes, the throbbing inhis head subsiding to a dull aching. He shut off the water, wiped his eyes,then slicked back his long dark hair. His mother had nagged him for months aboutthe length of his hair. After his last full haircut, though, she told him itneeded to be long, it suited him. Since then, he'd only had trims. Michael looked around for a towel or something to dry offwith, but found nothing. He shook his arms and legs to try and get as muchwater off as possible. When he felt he had dried off as best he could, hestepped out of the shower. Without the blinding pain in his head, he could nowfully take in his surroundings. The room was fairly good sized, but other thanthe toilet and shower, it was devoid of anything. Michael was also finally able to fully see his companion.The person was on all fours and appeared to be wiping up the last of Michael'svomit with tissue from the roll attached to the wall next to the toilet.Michael realized the person was a boy, as a pair of balls hung loosely betweenhis legs, swaying back and forth gently as he wiped the floor. The boy finished his chore, stood up, and turned around.Seeing Michael watching him, he quickly covered his crotch with his hand lefthand, and used his right arm to cover his chest. The boy was about a half afoot shorter than Michael and appeared to be a little younger. Michael hadn'tseen any hair above the boy's cock, but that didn't mean anything. Some guyslike to shave their pubes off, though Michael never understood why. The boy was a little chubby, but not what you'd consideroverweight. Michael wondered if it was baby fat that was going away as the boyprogressed through puberty, or if it was weight coming on due to the onset ofpuberty. The boy nervously shuffled over to the toilet and flushedthe final wad of puke-soaked tissue. Then he stepped into the shower, his backto Michael, and washed off. Michael sat down on the floor again and waited forthe boy to finish. The boy was slightly tanned, pale only where his shortswould be. Michael couldn't help but admire the boy's smooth ass. Every sooften, he would move causing small dimples to appear in the butt cheeks.Michael reached down and gently began to rub his cock. He had no idea what dayit was, so he didn't know just how long it had been since he last rubbed oneout. He definitely felt overdue. The boy turned off the shower and did the same drying offroutine that Michael had. Michael watched with fascination as the boy's littlebubble butt jiggled up and down. The boy finished his routine and turnedaround. Michael quickly lifted his knees to his chest to hide his erection. The boy, once again covering his crotch and chest, walkedover and sat down against the wall beside Michael, a foot or so away. LikeMichael, he pulled his knees to his chest, hiding his penis. Michael turned his head and looked at the boy. "Thank you,"he said. "You didn't have to clean that up." "It's no problem," the kid said. "My mom went through chemolast year. I cleaned up a lot of puke when Dad was at work." "I'm Michael, by the way," Michael said, extending his handto the boy. "I'm, I'm Trevor." The boy shook Michael's hand, but kepthimself covered as much as possible. "How long have you been here?" "I'm not sure, but I'm guessing a day, maybe. At one point,the lights went off. Well, except for the ones in the corners. It's dark enoughto sleep, but still light enough to see. I went to sleep, and when I woke up,you were here." Trevor covered his mouth with his hand and said softly, "Ithink someone is watching us." Michael looked around the room and realized that on thewall, every couple of feet, were small squares of dark glass. He instantlythought of all the cop shows he'd seen where there would be rooms with one-wayglass. He felt certain that Trevor was right and that some pervert was behindthe wall watching them. "I was camping with my family, the first vacation we've hadin years. The last thing I remember was going to the bathhouse to take a piss.It was dark out. Someone grabbed me and shoved something in my face. Next thingI know, I'm alone in this room, naked." Trevor paused, breathed deeply, thenbegan to cry. "We were the happiest we had been in years. Mom is in remissionand dad got a promotion. They must be freaking out, me missing." Michael scooted closer to the boy and put his arm aroundTrevor's shoulders. It was a little weird sitting here, naked, holding anothernaked boy, but Michael knew he needed the comfort. "We'll get out of this kid, I promise. And no matter what, Iwon't let those..." suddenly he yelled, "...FUCKING PEDOPHILES..." his voice returnedto normal, "hurt you." The two boys spent the next- however long- talking. Michaelfound out that Trevor was thirteen and had a younger brother and sister. Michaeltold about how he had been dropped off at his mom's after a weekend at hisdad's. They had gotten home late as they had been to see a ballgame. Michaelnoticed the porch light was out, but at the time thought nothing of it. LikeTrevor, someone had come up behind him and shoved something in his face. Thenext memory was waking up here. At some point, they heard a "thunk!". They looked and saw adrawer they hadn't before noticed had opened on one of the walls. Michaelmotioned for Trevor to stay, then slowly got up and walked over. He looked in,fearing what he'd find. Inside were two paper plates and two juice boxes. On theplates were what appeared to be chicken or turkey slices, a large mound ofmashed potatoes, and an equally large mound of stuffing. All of it was coveredin a thin layer of gravy. Michael took the plates and juice boxes out- he noticed,too, that the forks were plastic. As soon as he turned to walk back to Trevor,the drawer snapped shut again with another "thunk!" Michael turned around andsaw that the drawer practically blended into the wall. Unless you were reallylooking for it, you'd never know it was there. Michael wondered if that meantthere might be a door similarly camouflaged as well. The boys ate their dinner and as time went on, they seemedto become more comfortable around each other. They no longer went out of theirway to hide their bodies, but relaxed and stretched their legs out. A couple oftimes, Michael swore he saw Trevor's eyes dart to look at his cock. Michael,too, snuck more than one peek at Trevor's. For a thirteen-year old, it was a nice-lookingcock, cut like Michael's, and about four inches soft. As they were talking, they heard a `click' and the lightswent out. Almost at the same time, four lights, one in each corner of the room,came on. As Trevor had said, the lights were just bright enough to be able tosee everything around them, yet soft enough that sleep would be possible.Michael wondered if this setup was done so that whomever was watching themcould see them at night. "Might as well try to get some sleep," Michael said, and hestretched out on the floor on his right side. Trevor stretched out on his leftside, facing Michael. "Michael?" "Yeah?" "Do you really think we'll get out of here?" "Yeah, kid. One way or another, we'll find a way." Trevor rolled over onto his back and soon enough he haddrifted off to sleep. Michael laid there looking at the young boy. Despite thefact they had been kidnapped and forced into this situation, Michael couldn'thelp but enjoy looking at the naked boy next to him. Part of him wanted toclimb on top of Trevor and start rubbing their dicks together until the bothcame. Instead, he simply reached out and very lightly rubbed theboy's left nipple. After a moment, he moved his hand down the boy's stomach,barely making contact. Trevor's breathing remained long and deep. Michael'shand moved to just above the boy's barely teen cock. He rubbed the skin andfelt the wisps of hair just starting to come in. Becoming more brave with his success this far, Michael madea fist, then extended just his index finger. He traced his finger along theshaft of the younger boy's penis until he reached the tip. Then, gently, heslid his finger underneath the head and slowly lifted it up. Finally, heremoved his finger, watching the little dick bob slightly. Trevor snoredlightly and Michael decided not to press his luck any further. Michael rolled onto is back. His own cock was now completelyerect. He reached down and started rubbing his shaft with his left hand. Withhis right hand, he rubbed his chest, then pinched his nipple. In his mind, heimagined kissing the lips of the boy next to him, tasting his young cock, andlicking the boy's sweet ass. In no time at all, Michael felt the familiar pressure in hisgroin. He stopped moving his fist and instead moved his hips, fucking his hand.Suddenly, he felt the cum surge through his dick and land on his chest. Twomore warm loads landed between his belly button and his pubes. Michael squeezedout the last drops onto his fingers, raised his hand to his lips, and tastedthe salty cum. Michael laid on the floor in the semi-darkness, hisbreathing slowly returning to normal and his cock losing its stiffness. Helifted his head slightly, looking toward one of the pieces of glass. He slowlyraised is left hand and again made a fist. This time, the finger he extendedwas his middle one. He smiled as he flipped off someone who may or may not havebeen there. "There's your show, you fucking perv!" Michael laid his headback on the floor and drifted off to sleep, the cum tickling its way down theside of his stomach. Behind the wall, in a darkened space, a hand reached up andpressed the stop button on a video camera. The man's other hand, covered in hisown cum, made its way to the owner's mouth, as had Michael's. The unseen manlicked the warm goo off his fingers and said to himself, "Yes, these two willdo nicely." ---------------------- "And... cut!" Suddenly a flood of lights came one, people started moving aboutquickly, and two robes were brought out to `Michael' and `Trevor'. A man wearing a headset and carrying a clipboard walked overto the two men playing the kidnapped boys. He was smiling. It was always goodto see the director smiling. "Jeremy," he addressed the young man portraying `Michael', "Thatlast scene was... so hot!" Turning to the young man playing `Trevor', he continued. "Igotta admit, Kenny, when you said you could play a 13 year-old, I had mydoubts. But a little makeup and, uh, shaving the hair..." The director gently ran his finger along the actor'sstomach, down to his hardening cock. Kenny's dick responded to the attention,becoming hard. The director continued to caress the hard cock in his hand. Kennywas clearly enjoying the attention he was getting. As the director continued to stroke his cock, Kenny reacheddown and gently rubbed the director's arm. He could see the director was hard,a bulge clearly showing beneath the fabric of his pants. The thought of beingjerked off in front of cast and crew, and the sight of the director's hard-onwas enough for Kenny. The director stepped back as Kenny's dick exploded, sendingmilky white cum onto the set floor. This wasn't the first time he had come onthis floor. Usually, it was during filming, but he had shot his load after thecameras stopped plenty of times as well. The director wiped his hand on the robe Kenny was wearingand smiled at each of the `boys'. "Go home and get some rest, guys. Tomorrow, `Michael' and `Trevor'get oral!" As he turned and walked away he said, "This movie is going to make millions!" Jeremy and Kenny looked at each other and smiled. This wasthe first time the two had worked together, but each was thinking the samething: "I can't wait to get his cock in my mouth."