Remolded

REMOLDED

Chapter Two - Abduction

I pulled into the chicken place's car park. Quickly checking that I had

my wallet on me, I got out of my car and locked it. I then turned

towards the fast food joint and started towards it, only to take a quick

step backwards when a dark blue van pulled into the vacant car park next

to my car which I was just beginning to walk through. I scowled at the

driver and muttered "fucking idiot" under my breath, thoroughly shaken

from my recollections in the car trip back from Dr Farthing's clinic. I

rolled my shoulders and turned to walk around the van, whose side door

opened, sliding backwards. I decided I'd glare at the occupants of the

fan through the now open door, as my silent revenge for the van's driver

almost having run me over. I was surprised then, to see a man standing

(well, bent over slightly) inside the van, poised as if ready to spring

to attack. In addition to the one man I could see, there must have been

another out of my field of vision, as two sets of powerful arms reached

out of the van towards me. Each man grabbed one of my arms. I was too

surprised to yell out before I was hoisted into the van.

The inside of the van was pitch black - the driver's cabin was separated

off from where I was by a windowless inner wall. One of the men, the one

holding my right arm, twisted it up behind my back and then wrapped his

left arm behind my other arm, covering my mouth with his left hand. The

man was much bigger and stronger than me, and only now was it dawning on

me to start screaming and struggling. As I began my frantic, futile

efforts to break free of the man's iron grip, the men who had been

holding my left arm closed the van's door behind me. The light from the

car park outside disappeared very quickly, but I could only hear a

muffled sound from the door closing, even though it must have been

slammed. Likewise, I didn't hear the van's engine start again, but I

felt the van reverse underneath my feet as I squirmed in the grip of one

of my abductors. I felt the momentum shift again, and we were clearly

going forward again, back out on the open road, before the hand which

was covering my mouth was removed.

"Help!" I shouted. "Let me go! Let me go!"

"Shut up!" the man holding me so painfully barked into my ear in a

growling voice. "Nobody can hear you!"

"I have money!" I yelled. "Let me go!"

Suddenly I was swung like a rag doll into the wall of the van, on the

opposite side to the door. I hit a padded, although not exactly soft

surface, and then fell back onto an identically padded floor. Knocked

stupid and disoriented, I was slow to attempt to wriggle away, and in an

instant the two sets of strong hands were back on me, one man securing

my legs, another my arms.

"We don't want your money." the voice barked back at me. "And the van is

sound-proofed. So shut up."

"Please, I ha..." I began, but was silenced by a vicious knee to my

groin.

My world exploded with pain and for what seemed like an eternity, I

could neither breathe in or out. I tried to curl up into a ball, but

being securely held to the floor as I was, it was to no avail. The man

who had kneed me in the groin patted down my sides and then started

fumbling at my belt. The best I could manage was an anguished groan as

he pulled my belt off and then pulled down my pants, briefs and all,

leaving them around my ankles. He then secured my legs properly again,

pinning my thighs to the floor of the van with his knees, before

securing my upper body with his arms. The man who was already holding my

arms then began to pull my jacket off, and then rip my shirt off,

ripping the buttons off as he did so. My shirt and jacket were both

discarded, and then both men rolled me over onto my belly.

"Please! Don't!" I whispered hoarsely in terror, before being silenced

by a vicious strike on the back of my bare testicles by the man who was

securing my legs. His knuckles struck my tender balls in a quick down

movement, making me throw up from the sickening pain. The man holding

down my arms brutally shoved my face into the vomit, as the other man

twisted my arms up behind my back. I felt my leather belt on the flesh

of my arms, before one of the men bound my wrists together with it. The

belt was quickly followed by rough rope, which rubbed my skin raw as it

was tightly drawn over my forearms and tied in tight knots. I struggled

to drawn breath, almost drowning in my own vomit, but the men let me

raise my head out of the vomit long enough to take a few quick gasps

before pushing it back down each time. When my wrists were secured

behind my back in this vicious bondage, the men took another length of

rope and tied it around my elbows, drawing them painfully close together

before securing the knot so as to leave a completely taut length of rope

between my elbows.

The men moved me out of my own vomit a little, and I was now sobbing in

terror. I lay on the floor keening as the men pulled my shoes off, and

then my trousers off from around my ankles. Asides from my watch and the

rops around my arms, I was now completely naked. I started to struggle

with my legs, but I felt the toe of a boot touch my bruised balls. The

touch was threat enough to convince me to offer no resistance as the men

crossed my ankles, and then tightly bound them in the same rough rope

which was now biting into the flesh of my arms.

I continued to offer no resistance even as they pulled my legs back and

into the air, pushing my knees far apart with their boots. Then a rope

was secured along the taut rope which bound my elbows together, and was

drawn back over my bound wrists towards my ankles. I began wailing as I

realised I was being hogtied, and my wails became even more pained as my

legs were drawn painfully far up my back. I arched my back and leaned

back to try to make it easier on myself as my ankles were finally

secured while they were over my wrists. The pain, earlier localised in

my testicles, now spread through my legs and back, and as indescrible as

I found it to begin with, it intensified with every passing second. I

grew more and more desperate, and before I knew it, my pathetic wailing

had become fully fledged hysterical screaming on a continual basis. I

only barely stopped long enough to draw breath to begin screaming again.

The two men evidently found this intensely amusing, as they began to

laugh before roughly grabbing me by the arms and upturning me. The pain

now spread across my shoulders down the front of my body, down to my

quadriceps, all of which were drawn incredibly taut, as I was propped up

against the wall of the van in this bound state. I felt an intense warm

down the inside of one of my thighs as I pissed myself.

By now my eyes were beginning to adjust to the very low light of the

van, and I could see the outline of the bucket one of the men picked up.

The contents of this bucket, probably soapy water, were then flung all

over me and over the floor of the van where my vomit and urine had made

such a mess. There must have been a drain of some sort, as the liquid

drained away, leaving the floor merely damp, and me feeling even more

exposed and helpless. The feeling of being splashed with water against

my will without being able to even ineffectually shield myself with an

arm, and then being left bound, wet, and alternately screaming and

whimpering, made me feel intensely vulnerable. It didn't do just that.

To my great humiliation, I could feel my cock stirring to life, despite

the abuse my balls had suffered.

One of the men sifted through the rough pile of my discarded clothes,

and produced my briefs as the other man produced a roll of duct-tape and

a knife. I pressed myself as far back against the wall as I could in my

condition as the man with the knife leaned forward, holding the knife

about my chest. The other man roughly grabbed my hair and yanked my head

back as far as it would go.

"Open your mouth." he barked.

I mewled and sobbed, hesitating for what seemed to me like a few seconds

before I complied, but if I hesitated at all, the man didn't notice. He

stuffed my briefs into my mouth, furthering my humiliation. He kept

holding my hair as the other man held the knife to my throat. He ran the

point up and down the vulnerable flesh of my neck a few times as I held

my breath, before finally using the knife to cut a length of duct tape,

which was secured over my mouth, completely sealing my underpants

inside, and leaving me only my nose to breath through. At this point,

the other man let go of my hair, and then glanced down. Even in the

dark, he could see my traitorous prick standing to attention. My

erection was as big and firm a hard-on as I had ever had, if not firmer.

"He likes it!" the man with the growling voice announced in mocking

delight, and the other man laughed cruelly.

The man with the knife put the blade away, to my great relief, and then,

to my horror, grabbed my cock and gave it a great pull. I was dragged

out from my position up against the wall of the van by my genitals,

which hurt my genitals almost as badly as the rest of my body as fresh

agony ran through my arms, legs, back, and abdomen. I was now lying back

on my shoulders, crushing my bound arms and ankles beneath me, a

position which sent me into a fresh screaming fit, only this time my

screams were muffled by my own briefs, which humiliatingly filled my

mouth as a gag. The man with the barking voice pulled my head and

shoulders off the ground of the van by pulling my hair, and then sat

down behind me. He let my head rest in his lap, and I looked up into his

face, obscured by shadow, in abject terror and helplessness, with my

cock pointing straight up at the van's ceiling, as desperately needy as

I was desperate to escape.

"I bet that's the hardest he's ever been." the man previously wielding

the knife said. He had not spoken until now. His voice was calmer, but

somehow more cruel than the brutal barker who was now mockingly running

the backs of his fingers over my tear-stained cheeks.

"Is he right?" the man with the growling voice asked me. Fresh tears ran

down the sides of my face as I nodded.

"He's a natural." the cruel-voiced man sneered. "He gets off on the

abuse."

"Would you like to get off, you pathetic bitch slut?" the man caressing

my head asked.

I closed my eyes. The question was the most profoundly humiliating thing

I had ever been asked. My whole body twitched in agony, and I was now

squirming involuntarily, although whether that was because of the pain

or because my arousal or some mixture of both, I do not know. I had been

abducted by these men, beaten, abused, stripped, hogtied, and was being

taken God knows where, and yet the thing which most filled my mind was

my sexual need. My cock throbbed as I strained against my bonds, and I

opened my eyes. I stared up into the face of one of my captors, a face

which was still indistinct as a result of the darkness, but whose eyes

could now be seen thanks to the way what little light there was fell on

them. I stared up into those eyes, a hungry stare. I felt the other

man's finger tips lightly caress my cock, sending explosions of pleasure

through my tortured body. And then, I demeaned myself in a way I had

never thought possible until then, by nodding frantically. Not just

once, or twice, but repeatedly, and with more vigour than I had ever

used to nod a positive response to a question before.

Both men laughed and laughed as I kept nodding, trying to plead with my

eyes for sexual release. Then the laughter and the nodding were both

stopped, as a heavy hand slapped me across my face, followed by another

across the other side, and another, and another. I closed my eyes

tightly shut once again. A slow but steady rain of simultaneously

clubbing and stinging blows from the palms of the hands of these two

burly men fell upon my face, torso and thighs, starting me screaming

into my gag again. The man in whose lap I was lying wrapped his thick,

masculine hands around my neck, and started to squeeze. My eyes opened

and bulged as he strangled me, and I looked up into his mocking, cruel

eyes once more.

"Since you get off on abuse..." he taunted me, the low-light catching

the gleam of his teeth as his mouth twisted into a cruel smile.

As he squeezed my neck, the other man slapped my testicles, a blow which

caused me to exhale what little breath I had left and grunt in agony. I

didn't have time to appreciate the new levels of pain I had just reached

with the vicious blow. Instead, I began to panic as I desperately tried

to draw in air but found that I could not. The cruel, growling-voiced

man tightened his grip on my neck as I began to twitch in desperation.

The vicious slaps continued about my chest, my belly, my abdomen and

thighs, and another on my brutally abused balls, but they fell almost

into irrelevance next to my terror. The certain realisation struck me

that I was going to die, going to have the life choked out of me in the

back of a speeding van, while naked and hogtied, and desperately horny.

Just as I began to black out, the man let go of my neck, and I took a

few deep gasps of air before I began uncontrollably sobbing. As I

sobbed, I slowly again began to process the brutal blows which were

falling over my torso and thighs. I also felt the unmistakable warm

sensation of my own shit, just before I smelt it. The terror which had

caused my involuntary bowel evacuation was so fresh, that the laughter

of the calmly callous man nearest my shit didn't even touch the sides.

The humiliation didn't even begin to set in until, after beating me for

a few more minutes, they pulled me over and shoved me onto my front so

that they could clean me up. As they did so, I feel awkwardly on my

still painfully hard cock, a painful demonstration of the fact that I

found my demeaning torture exquisitely sexually exciting. My abused cock

found itself pressed up against my stomach, between me and the padded

floor, as the men took position on either side of me.

Another bucket of warm soap water was poured over my lower back and

arse, with the remainder of it used to clean up the floor. A sponge then

started to scrub my inner thighs, balls, ankles, the crack of my ass

(where it scrubbed slowly and probingly), and everywhere else my shit

could be found. While this happened at one end, the other man slapped me

about the face, yanked me about by my hair and ears, and carried on with

other such demeaning play. Finally, the sponge was placed back in the

now empty bucket, and I was pulled painfully up by my hair and by the

rope which linked my elbows and ankles, until I was propped up against

the wall once more. At this point, the man who had been slapping me

about the face while the other was cleaning me up tied a blindfold

around my eyes. I am not sure whether he thought I might now be able to

make out their facial features, or whether it was because he was going

to blindfold me eventually, but it heightened my fear still more.

The heavy slaps all over my face, chest, stomach, abdomen, thighs, and

occasionally balls began again in earnest, slowly at first. Each slap

was paced, sometimes with up to a minute between slaps, and other times

six in a row in the space of a second, more usually with between five

and ten seconds between each blow. At first I tried to count the seconds

between the blows, to give myself something to focus on other than the

pain and my constant sexual need, but the alternating times and the

building pain made it impossible, and soon I was just pleading and

mewling into my gag between hoarse screams elicited by the blows. The

abuse seemed to go on for hours, with each man taking it in turns to

beat me, swapping with the other whenever his hands got tired or sore.

The blows also got heavier as the time went on, and before long the

process of waiting in the darkness for the next blow, however long it

might take to fall, wherever it might fall, with the only certainty

being that it would in fact fall, and that it would be even harder than

the last blow, was simply unbearable. Or so I thought, but I had no

choice but to bear it. My ordeal continued on and on as the van kept

driving to its destination, with the blows to my testicles becoming

earth shatteringly painful. More than once, I could feel the van come to

rest beneath me, but only for a few minutes, as if it stopped to refuel

at a gas station before setting back out on its way. Despite my

continual state of intense arousal, by the time the van came to a

permanent rest, each blow to my testicles would result in my losing my

erection for several minutes, until my traitor cock again revealed its

intense desire by becoming firm once more, despite the pain.