Birdcage Ch. 01

"So you must be Aaron," the man said. "The Renald's brat." His deep, smoky voice right in his face made Aaron shudder. He flinched as the cold metal barrel of the gun was pushed against his temple. He took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut.

"What a baby." The gun was pushed harder into his head, and he gasped. "You've given me a lot of trouble, kid, but you did manage to get your parents out of the house for me. So here's what we're gonna do. You are gonna stay right here, right on this couch, and not move, or I swear I'll blow your fucking brains out. Got it?" The last part was said loudly into his ear. Aaron kept his eyes shut and nodded his head several times, grunting "yes" into the gag.

"Good boy". He felt the gun being removed from his head, and he opened his eyes, looking at his attacker. The man was shoving the gun back into his waistband. He looked back to Aaron. His icy green eyes locked unto his fear-filled brown. He stared at the boy with absolutely no emotion. Aaron gulped and stared back. It was as if the man was trying to hypnotize him with just his eyes, or staring right into his soul, reading his thoughts. Aaron immediately closed his eyes again and tried to think.

'Stay calm, stay calm.' He was supposed to be prepared for this. At a young age, his family had taught him that, because of their wealth, somebody might someday try to take him hostage. There was a whole procedure on what they could do and how to react. They had emphasized that he should do whatever the 'bad men' said, but to always remember that they needed him and they would never hurt him too badly. He just needed to stay cool, and everything would be fine. Yeah, this man wasn't the one calling the shots; Aaron was. He should have been out of here already, speeding towards his friend's place. He would have never needed to worry about the stupid attack procedure again. So close. That bastard. He gathered his courage, and when he opened his eyes again, he glared angrily back at the green eyes.

The man seemed to be taken aback by this. An eyebrow, just visible through the mask, was raised.

'Well, kid, this is new.'

The two stared each other down, daring the other to move. Aaron had no idea how long this went on for; the man appeared to be waiting for Aaron to do something. Cry, maybe? Well, he'd show him. His fists were clenched, ready to bunch this asshole in the face if he hadn't been tied up. The man suddenly chuckled, surprising him. The gloved hand reached out and ruffled his hair, like an older brother would to his younger sibling.

"You're a braze one, I'll give you that," he said. His other hand gripped Aaron's feet and lifted them all the way onto the couch, then rolled him over a little so he was almost on his stomach, facing the wall. The man pushed himself to his feet. "I guess you've earned yourself an introduction, Aaron. If you need to call me something.......it's Lucas."

Confused, Aaron tried to turn his head back to Lucas. A hand pushed him away, forcing him stare into the threads of the couch. He groaned and protested, but the hand kept his head firm. Acknowledging that he wasn't going anywhere, Aaron stopped and lay still. The man stood over him for a moment, then released his head, and Aaron heard footsteps leaving the room. Alone, he concentrated on his breathing again so he could think.

'What the hell was that about? First he's threatening to kill me, then he's acting like I just did something cute! This guy is an absolute, total fucking nut-job!'

Aaron took this chance to test his bonds. He wiggled his arms; with them bound behind his back, he couldn't move them more than a couple of inches in any direction, even by bending his elbows. His legs were better; he could still bend his knees and move them up and down, but with his ankles tied, he wouldn't get anywhere without hopping around. He didn't remember there being anything sharp enough that he could use to cut himself loose on any of the tables close by, and even if there were, Lucas had probably already taken them. He considered rolling over to look anyway, but fear stopped him.

Those eyes............Aaron hated to admit it, but the man had unnerved him. And it wasn't just the death threat or the gun to his head. The way he had looked at him, and messed up his hair, it sent a shiver down his spine. He had only gotten looks like that from his witch of a girlfriend. So to see them coming from this guy who would tie him up and threaten to kill him, that just couldn't be right. What if he was.........no, think positive, stay positive. He wouldn't try anything, no way.

The creak of a door caught his attention, and he perked his ears up. That sounded like the back door. Did this asshole find what he wanted, and was going to leave him tied up for his parents to find?

Wrong. He heard the sound of a truck being backed up, and it was coming from the back yard. It was rolling fairly slowly across the grass. The back-up warning beep grew louder, and closer, closer, closer.............something bumped into the house, and Aaron felt the couch shake. He heard glass shatter and wood splintering.

'What the fuck was that?!'

Curiosity overriding his fear and common sense, Aaron shifted his weight and slowly rolled onto his back. Afraid that if he rolled farther he would fall off the couch, he turned his head and looked at the far end of the room out of the corner of his eye.

'Holy shit!'

Where the bay windows once were now stood the back of a truck. The window frames had been crushed inwards, they lay in pieces all over the floor. The wall was cracking in several spots, paint chips and chunks of it scattered everywhere. Two of the small tables on that side of the room were overturned, the lamp standing on one of them destroyed. The truck itself was barely damaged. It looked like some sort of rental truck or moving van; there where a few dents here and there, but those may have already existed before it had demolished the wall.

Lucas returned via the back door and through the kitchen. He stepped through the glass with his heavy work boots, as if the shards weren't even there. Not even stopping to inspect the damage, he unlocked the bottom of the truck's back door, then slid it up and all the way open. A few bungee cords used to hold equipment down hung from the walls, otherwise the inside was empty.

Ignoring Aaron, Lucas hurried into the next room, his parents' bedroom. Aaron could hear drawers being opened and furniture being overturned, stuff being flung around. He returned with three of his mother's jewelry cases in his arms. Lucas put these in the truck, went back to the bedroom, and returned again with another case and loose pieces of jewelry in his hands. He repeated this several times, putting designer clothes, his mother's expensive fur coats, his father's safe, and their PC tower into the truck.

Aaron could only watch helplessly as Lucas continued around the house, gathering his family's prized possessions and expensive valuables from every room, but only what he could carry. It only took him about twenty minutes to finish with his work. Aaron wondered where the hell his parents could be. He suspected that if his parents hadn't been out looking for him, Lucas would have had far less time to have free range of the house. Still, wouldn't they have called the police by now and come home? When Lucas finally got to Aaron's room, he only returned with his PC tower under his arm.

"Kid, did you already raid your own room before I got here, or is it always that messy?" Laughing at his own joke, Lucas turned to secure the tower to his other stash. Furious that this asshole would be messing with his stuff, Aaron growled and tried to struggle into a sitting position. Unfortunately, he was already too close to the edge of the couch, and as he rolled a little more to the right, he tumbled off. His upper body landed with a smack onto the floor, his feet managing to stay on top.

He groaned in frustration and pain. He noticed that Lucas had stopped moving around inside the truck, and turned his head a little to look at his captor. Lucas had turned to see what the noise was, and found Aaron hanging upside down over the edge of the couch. He was staring at him, probably in amusement. Aaron couldn't help but scowl right back. Lucas watched his face, then got to his feet and slowly walked towards him.

Embarrassed, Aaron tried to pull himself back onto the couch with his legs. They didn't have the strength to pull up his upper body, however. He bucked his hips, trying to at least get his butt back up so he could use his stomach muscles. He scratched the edge, and it took at least five pushes to get his butt up. Once there, he tried using all of his lower body muscles to pull his upper body back up, but is was no use; he wasn't strong enough. Suddenly he noticed the shadow over him. He looked up; Lucas was standing right over him. The green eyes had that evil glint again that had unnerved him before.

"You know what you just looked like, don't you?"

'An idiot.........' Aaron thought and sniffed. But then it struck him, and his eyes bulged.'Oh no........'

Lucas scooped Aaron up and put him back on the couch, this time on his back. His heart began to pound when Lucas moved towards his stomach and bent over. As he got to work on the zipper of Aaron's jeans, he squealed through the gag and tried to squirm away. Lucas held him down and pulled his jeans down to his knees, followed by his boxers. Horrified, Aaron felt the soft leather of his gloves grasp his limp penis and start moving up and down the shaft. He normally shaved the hair away from his penis, so as the glove moved all the way down it scratched and tickled his bare skin, then moved quickly up to the tip, and back down. Seconds later, his traitorous penis was beginning to bulge and expand in this pervert's hand.

Aaron tried to move his pelvis away. If he couldn't escape, at least he could give this guy a hard time. Lucas had other ideas however; he stopped stroking the shaft and held it firmly in his hands, so that when Aaron jerked away, he tugged at his own penis. Aaron cried out in pain and lay still again. Lucas went back to work, stopping only to massage his balls, then move his massages slowly back up his shaft, and rubbing it quickly up and down. The leather felt so good against his skin, and if it weren't for his current situation, he would have enjoyed it. His penis continued to grow. Lucas's hand changed and was using two fingers to ride up and down his shaft, like two leather lips, encouraging him to cum.

Aaron tried a new strategy; he closed his eyes and concentrated on sobering thoughts, willing the assault on his sex away. His failed college life, his girlfriend breaking up, his parents and their ideas to send him away................it depressed him, but it stopped his penis from growing any larger. Somewhere, he could hear Lucas's frustration.

"C'mon kid, is that all you got. You can get bigger. C'mon. Pretty please?"

Aaron groaned and shook his head. Fuck that pervert. He wasn't going to give in without a fight. Suddenly the intense massaging stopped. His penis throbbed in the open air, willing the hand to come back. He opened his eyes to see Lucas hurrying into the kitchen again. He moved around, trying to slide his boxers back up over his butt, but Lucas quickly returned, one of his hands ungloved and dripping wet. The hand lashed out as he returned to the couch and snatched his penis.

Aaron's eye's opened wide and he gasped. Lucas must have run his hand under the freezing cold water. His penis immediately reacted, thrusting out on it's own. Within a few seconds, and after more massaging, it was swollen and red, complete at seven inches long.

Aaron's breaths quickened has he felt his control slipping. He was losing. He could feel the semen swirling up from his balls and into his shaft, painfully pushing against Lucas's hand in waves. It was begging him for release; it had no place to go.

With a cry of defeat, Aaron let the cum burst out the top like fountain, all over his abdomen and the couch. He was vaguely aware of the hand was touching him only with the tips of the fingers now, tickling him and holding his slowly deflating penis in place. As he rested his head back, the room swirled around him. Cum dripped down into his belly button and rolled off of his stomach. The couch was defiantly ruined. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought of how pissed his father was going to be.

Aaron tried to focus when he felt something wet on his face. It was the hand, covered in semen. That bastard was wiping his own cum all over him. His strength completely zapped, it was all he could do to roll his head away. Moaning, he shook his head, trying to will it all away.

After a while, he became aware of his pants being pulled back up and zippered. Lucas must be finished with him......thank God. Footsteps moved away, through the kitchen and back outside. Aaron squinted at the spots on the ceiling, his eyes coming back into focus. He moaned again and shuddered, absolutely humiliated. He was completely sticky, and smelled horrible. Glancing to the right, he saw Lucas return, two large bags in hand, and toss each bag into the truck, then quickly slam the door closed and locked it.

'He's got my suitcases.'

Lucas left once more and returned, this time with the green sleeping bag. He unrolled it, shook it out, and unzipped it halfway up. Satisfied with the size, he walked back over to Aaron and pulled him headfirst into the bag.

The dark cover over his head and the feeling of being pulled sideways and down took him by surprise. He cried out again in alarm and squirmed, only helping Lucas push him farther inside. The edge of the bag brushed the top of his head, stopping him. He had to bend his neck as he felt most of his weight still pushing him down. Panicking, he moved his nose towards the zippered section, in case the bag wasn't as ventilated as he thought. The bag was zippered the rest of the up, the other end of the bag circling his calves.

Suddenly he was moved again, and he slid around in the bag. Gravity was pulling down at his feet and his head at the same time. Something dug painfully into his stomach, and he had a feeling of being moved upwards. Lucas must of put him over his shoulder. Aaron protested and squirmed, but if the duct tape hadn't hindered his movements enough already, the sleeping bag was making it impossible. His pushes against the overstuffed cotton was barely even annoying Lucas. He was ignored.

He felt Lucas moving forward, the glass breaking below them for a second, then the louder taps of Lucas's boots on the kitchen floor and hallway, the back door being opened and shut. Wood, must be the deck. Moving down again, the stairs. Softer, the grass. They turned to the right, and Aaron heard the truck's door opening. He was dumped inside, onto the rough mat on the floor of the passenger side. His knees were pushed up, forcing him into a curled-up position.

Lucas scrambled onto the passenger seat and shut the door behind him, not wanting to give Aaron the opportunity to get loose if he circled around the front. Making sure the boy was wedged in tightly, he returned to the driver's seat and started the engine. The rest of that damned window frame made a most satisfying crunch as he pulled the end of the truck away from the house. He smirked behind his mask and turned to his captive.

"Make yourself comfortable kid, because we got a long ride ahead of us."

From inside the bag, Aaron moaned in response.