Stolen Innocence

by Beverly L Anderson

  “’Ey there.” This person spoke with a soft and careful tone, but Kieran could hear the Irish accent very similar to the one Conner had spoken with. “Me name’s Keith. House doctor, came to see about yeh.” He leaned over dipped the cloth in something full of water which was obviously behind Kieran’s back. “Sorry yeh got put in this position.” Kieran caught a look of overwhelming sadness cross the man’s feature as he spoke.

  “You are Connor’s brother,” Kieran observed. Keith looked up, seeming to be shocked Kieran had recognized him as Connor’s sibling.

  “Yes, um, I am, I suppose we do...did...look alike,” he muttered. “I wish Barry and ‘im had t’ot t’ings through a bit more. I warned ‘im about the drug runnin’. I tried to get ‘im off the meth too, but he wouldn’t listen.” Keith sighed deeply and paused in his cleaning of Kieran’s body. He pulled Kieran’s shirt open some and pressed on his ribs a little. “Well, that’s brothers, can’t predict what they’ll do, yeh know?”

  Kieran swallowed and shook his head. “I am an only child,” he whispered.

  Keith nodded, looking Kieran over thoughtfully. “Yer a doctor, huh?”

  “Neurosurgery and neurology.”

  Keith smiled sadly once more. “I wanted ta be a pediatrician, a long time ago,” he commented, standing up and picking up the bowl of water which had been sitting behind him on the bed. “I’ll come see to yeh after...he’s done. If I can.”

  Kieran watched him go and to his surprise, he did not feel the expected overwhelming panic and anxiety clawing at him. Why was he not feeling it? Why was he not struggling and fighting to get away from this? There was no way this was a normal reaction. He knew he was not normal, but surely any person should be frightened, or at the very least feeling something more than calm in this situation. His heart sunk as he realized this must still be a way he was not normal. His reaction was wrong, as usual. Kieran tried to move his hands and feet, but they were still bound tightly. The ropes had not given at all since those men had put them on him. He was incapable of escaping these bonds. Whatever happened now would happen no matter what he did. If he struggled, Callaghan would likely break his hands beyond repair. He had just watched the man murder two men in cold blood. If he tried to escape, he would fail. He simply could not count on his body to respond when necessary.

  A soft sigh escaped him as he moved his head to look at the room he was in. It was an opulent bedroom, though he was severely limited in his view of the room. He was facing a large bank of windows, and he could see it was still dark outside behind the layers of sheer white curtains. The only light came from behind him, but it was dim. It must have been a lamp or some sort. Looking upward, he saw a ceiling fan spinning and for a long time he focused on it. He could hear his heartbeat as he watched the pattern of the spinning blades, and he realized his heart was rather calm considering the situation. He forced his eyes to move from the fan to the bed he was lying upon. The head and footboards of the bed was thick, heavy wood engraved with intricate scrollwork designs. Kieran saw the covers were striped in different shades of brown. He tried to crane his neck behind him but the pain in his ribs forced him to turn back to the windows and close his eyes. This pain was something he did not like in the slightest. Even as much as his ribs ached, he thought the smallest toe which had been broken was worse.

  The door opened and closed loudly behind him and close to his head. When Keith left before, he had not actually heard the door so he had been unsure where the door had been located. He wondered if Callaghan was coming for him now.

  “I was fifteen when I realized young boys aroused me,” Kieran heard Callaghan speak from near the door. There was a soft clink of metal hitting metal. He heard cloth rustling. “It was despicable and disgusting. I spent weekends doing Hail Mary’s and Our Fathers, praying to God for Him to change my desires to normal ones.” Callaghan moved around the foot of the bed to where Kieran could see him. He was pulling his tie off as he moved. He had apparently removed his jacket at the door. “I prayed a lot then. I still do. But back then, I was in the confessional, and I would confess my unholy desires for young boys. It was wrong for so many reasons. Bedding another man is a sin, of course, but bedding a young boy? That is something well beyond sin. I had to do something; I had known when I was younger. I went to the priests and they all told me to pray on it. They said find a wife; relieve my carnal desires in a way blessed by the church. I did all those things, but it didn’t help. The desire was still there each time. The youth, the suppleness of the body...I wanted to hurt them, make them bleed.” He moved up the side and stood between the bed and the windows, staring down at Kieran.

  “Thankfully,” he sighed, pausing in his speech to put the tie on the nightstand beside Kieran’s head before turning back to him, “I never felt desire for my own children. Only others. I couldn’t curb the desire, and one night, when a young boy in my employ had fallen asleep in the dining room, I’d taken him to his room. The urge to take him was so strong I nearly succumbed,” he reminisced, looking thoughtful. “I realized I had to do something before this terrible urge took over completely. I confessed my sin once again, and the priest said he could only think of one thing which might help, and it was finding a substitute for this disgusting, terrible, sinful urge I had.”

  He slowly pulled his belt out of his pants and Kieran just watched him, more scared than he had ever been in his life. “It was then I found the first one. He was a young man working for my rival. He was beautiful, a child in all but age. I took him, and I used him to quell these urges. A thaisce, you see, he was my first treasure. There’ve been other treasures since then, but you... I think you will be my last treasure, so very special. I am growing old, and my body gives in to age. However, this sinful urge does not yet leave. So, I have chosen you, a thaisce, my sweet treasure, to make the sacrifice with your body so I don’t harm a child. Do you understand?” he purred, smiling and reaching down and gently caressing his cheek.

  Kieran’s breath quickened and he was not sure what to think. Callaghan made it sound like he was doing something noble. It seemed like the man truly believed what he was saying. Before Kieran could stop himself, he spoke and instantly regretted it.

  “But is not raping someone a sin?”

  Callaghan’s eyes widened and his mouth hardened to a thin line. He moved out of Kieran’s sight for a long time. Kieran bit down hard on his trembling lower lip. He just had to say something. He had to let his uncontrolled honestly out right then. His very life was hanging in the balance, and he could not for one second stop himself from doing something like this. It was not normal to act like this. Protecting himself should have been his priority, and yet he had not been able to not stay his tongue to even keep himself safe. He heard his heart beating in his ears as he waited for what seemed like a long while.

  The world tipped as he was rolled onto his back. He looked up and saw the huge redheaded man again. Lost in his own thoughts as he had been, Kieran had not even noticed when Callaghan left or when Redmond entered the room. Now, the ropes were being cut off with almost reckless slices of a long-bladed knife. Kieran flinched as the blade cut into his legs and forearms when Redmond sawed recklessly through the strong bindings.

  Now Kieran was truly worried because he didn’t see Callaghan.

  “What...what are you doing?” Kieran asked as Redmond yanked him up by the arm.

  Redmond reached in his pocket and pulled something out before glaring at Kieran. “Open your mouth.”

  Kieran stared at him and did as ordered, worried about what noncompliance would do. To his surprise, and mild horror, the redhead shoved something that felt like a bit for a horse into his mouth and tied it around his head. Whatever it was, it was hard and wedging his mouth open. He bit down into it and found his teeth sunk into it a slightly. The texture was smooth but he could feel pits in it with his tongue. He did not like the feel of it at all, especially since it was pressing painfully into the corners of his mouth.

 
As Redmond grabbed him by the upper arm, Kieran’s eyes widened in shock. The man yanked him hard toward a door on the far side of the room. The door led into a dimly lit adjoining room. Kieran looked around the room frantically, trying to assess any chance of escape. He could see it was dominated by a large dark colored wooden desk and a leather office chair. There were bookshelves and a bar cart which sat beside the seats. As they passed the desk, he saw several other chairs around the front of it. There was large ornate door on the wall adjacent to the one they had just exited. They were heading toward a third door in the room where he could see something hanging against it. Glancing back, he saw the door had a complicated lock on it, one of those which required a passcode or needed a cardkey to open.

  Redmond pushed him up against the door under whatever was hanging there. He glanced up, seeing it was made of wide fabric-looking straps dangling from a bar of some kind. He didn’t have time to see much else before Redmond was reaching up near his head for something attached to the bar. He grabbed Kieran’s left hand and pulled it up above his head to buckle a leather cuff onto his wrist. He then repeated the process with Kieran’s right hand, leaving him unable to move his hands at all.

  Kieran felt his stomach drop. What was this? His brained seemed to have lost the ability to extrapolate what was happening. He stared at Redmond blankly as he took his knife back out from the sheath Kieran could now see on his hip. He slid the bladed from the neck of his scrub top to the waist, slicing it open, then slid it down each of the arms. Kieran watched as it fell off, puddling in a purple pool at his feet. Once again he looked up at the bar and tried to pull at the cuffs holding his wrists, only to have Redmond slap him across the face.

  “Stop. He doesn’t like it when you do that. You got the gag because you don’t know how to keep your mouth shut. And this is going to be your punishment,” he growled. “Boss doesn’t want you hurt, but you’re probably staying here when he’s done with you.”

  Kieran started to pant around the gag then watched as this guy stripped him of his scrub bottom and underwear. For some reason, Kieran’s focus went to his feet, where he still had one sock on. He stared at it until he felt Redmond slide something under his rear then picked up his left leg. For a second, Kieran was afraid he was going to fall, despite it being impossible with his arms secured. Whatever was under his rear was holding him up, like a seat. The redheaded man wrapped another cuff around his ankle, then did the same to the other foot. Kieran flushed red immediately, because he was hanging from some sort of swing that left him completely open and exposed.

  “Boss is old, you know,” Redmond leered at him. “Can’t bend over anymore, got arthritis in his back, so we had to figure out some way he could still fuck his little treasures, and this works. He likes leaving his treasures in it when they’re bad boys. So, you might remember that,” he suggested, slapping Kieran’s inner thigh with a chuckle. “Th’ old man’s crazy these days, you know, but after little twink bitch like you, he gets his head on straight for a while. So, thanks for that. And just remember, if you really piss him off, he starts passing you around.” He snickered and tossed a wink over his shoulder as he left.

  Kieran watched him leave and the door close. He thought maybe Callaghan would just leave him like this. He wasn’t uncomfortable, despite being spread out like this. The strange calm seemed to have come over him once again and he leaned his head back, thumping it into door. He was so tired, though, and he dozed off for a while.

  Kieran gasped and jerked awake when he felt fingers probing him. He lifted his head and found Callaghan had returned now, dressed in a white terrycloth robe. He was using his fingers like he had done in the limo but this time, he felt something cold and tingly inside his body. His eyes widened a bit and his jaw clenched.

  “Ah, a thaisce, awake, are we?”

  Kieran swallowed, or at least tried to swallow, because he could feel spit dripping down from the corners of his mouth. He mumbled around the gag, grunting when Callaghan found his prostate and started pressing and rubbing it with whatever was feeling so tingly and now warm on his fingers.

  “See, a thaisce, I am a good papa to my treasures. I will make you feel good, too, I promise,” he said, and he pulled his fingers out of him. The tingling warmth remained and Kieran frowned, muscles in his legs tensing as he felt the blood rushing to his lower regions.

  “It will arouse you, a thaisce. So, you can enjoy our time, as well. I’m a kind papa,” he said, taking a bottle out of his robe pocket. He squeezed some of whatever it was onto his hand and began to stroke Kieran’s penis into full arousal with one hand while Callaghan resumed stroking him internally.

  To Kieran’s horror, his body was responding to him. He shook his head, trying to tell Callaghan to stop but the gag muffled everything. He did not want this; he did not want him to do any of this. He did not want his body to respond, but he moaned against the gag as he was stroked. Some part of his brain knew there was nothing to he could do to stop the automatic responses, but it did not seem to matter; the mortification remained. Kieran saw him smirking as he continued his ministrations. Kieran closed his eyes for what seemed like a long time until he felt the old man remove his fingers and press something else against him. His eyes flew open and locked on Callaghan. Kieran noticed his robe was open, revealing his thin chest. He could see he was erect and he was holding himself with a lewd expression.

  “Shush, a thaisce, it will only hurt a little at first, but then you’ll feel very good, I promise.” As he spoke, his penis was nudging against Kieran’s entrance.

  Kieran squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away, hoping it would not be too painful. He felt Callaghan put both hands on his thighs and push forward. Kieran’s eyes shot open and he choked on his voice. The sensation of burning, sharp pain was almost too much to bear. He started shaking his head and trying to tell him to stop, to take it out of him, it hurt, but none of it was heard through the gag, and the old man did not stop.

  He turned his face up to stare at his bound hands. He had to focus on anything except Callaghan. Then, to Kieran’s disgust, he started to thrust into him in a way which shot pleasure through him. The pain, while it was still there, and worse than Kieran thought possible, soon gave way to something else. Despite his attempts to will his body to stop responding, he felt the pleasurable sensations growing due to the stimulation from before and now this insistent pressure against his prostate. Knowing why his body was responding did not help him quell the feelings of intense disgust he was feeling.

  Kieran could not stand it for long and his eyes squeezed shut as he fell into the cresting pleasure with a cry of surprise and disbelief. He dropped his head and stared at the evidence of his body’s betrayal on his stomach. He gasped as he felt Callaghan begin thrusting harder and faster until he felt the sensation of him emptying into his body. The world seemed to phase out around him.

  Callaghan gripped Kieran’s chin and turned his face toward him, smiling at him smugly. He began to caress his face with now gentle fingers. Kieran flinched away, tears running down his cheeks.

  “Oh, a thaisce, I’m sorry, I think I hurt you more than I intended.” he said. “I was angry, and I was going to make you stay here until tomorrow night, but perhaps I was hasty. You just need to adjust to your new life. It will take time. So, I’ll have Redmond come and take you to your room. You understand, I can’t let you walk freely, I can’t trust you yet. But you will learn, a thaisce. Won’t you?” Callaghan leaned over him to kiss his forehead.

  When Kieran just stared blankly at him, Callaghan’s face hardened again and he reached up and grabbed him by the chin and glared at him. “Won’t you?” he repeated, his voice sharp and commanding.

  Kieran nodded, eyes locked on the grayish green ones. He knew if he did not do what he said, he would kill him. There was no other outcome. No matter how he looked at it, his life was over. He was a prisoner until Callaghan decided to kill him. Callaghan’s face softened into a smile again. He leaned
in and removed the gag from his mouth. Kieran worked his mouth for a minute, the corners already sore. Suddenly Callaghan moved further forward, pressing his lips to Kieran’s. At first, Kieran resisted as his tongue tried to force his mouth open out of surprise. Kieran felt the old man bite down hard on his lip and his mouth opened in pain, allowing Callaghan to push his tongue inside. Kieran felt blood running down his chin and he closed his eyes, letting him probe his mouth with his tongue. It felt slimy, and wrong, and somehow, this was just as bad as what he’d already done to him. He pulled back and Kieran felt blood, and saliva he supposed, dripping down on his chest. Callaghan nodded again, leaning forward and replacing the gag before Kieran could say anything.

  “You have a mouth on you, a thaisce. That will change quickly, though, I promise.” Kieran hadn’t realized he was still inside him until he leaned back, pulling himself out of his body. The sensation of liquid oozing out of him was disgusting and all he could focus on as Callaghan tied his robe closed and left.

  Kieran tried to put his mind anywhere else but what had just happened. He wanted to focus on something else, anything else. He found he could not. It seemed as though every twitch, every sensation, was amplified tenfold. His muscles twitched and ached. The cuffs bothered his wrists and ankles, the material feeling wrong against his skin. Then he started shaking, and found he could not stop. He was cold and dizzy and he wanted anyone to come rescue him but he knew no one would come save him.