KIDNAPPED TOWARD DESIRE - Part 1

Author: ianlt
Title: KIDNAPPED TOWARD DESIRE - Part 1
Date: 04 February 2016

KIDNAPPED TOWARD DESIRE - Part 1

It was 2:30, Friday afternoon, so, as usual, I took the key from under the 3rd stone next to the alley door. The key let me into John’s South of Market townhouse through the utility room. After putting my stuff up in one of the bedroom upstairs, stopping off in the kitchen to get something to drink, I came back downstairs to the alley level, and entered the playroom. I had on my leather pants and boots. After stretching, I went to the closet and pulled out a leather hood, with only 2 small holes for the nostrils. Then, on second thought I took out my favorite ball gag, and strapped that on before putting the hood over my head and lacing it down. I took the heavy metal cuffs and snapped one cuff around my wrist. I savored the sensation, the finality of snapping the second cuff behind my back to the other wrist. John had the keys in his pocket and I would now wait till he came home from his work as an owner of a theatrical agency.
We had been doing this weekly for about 9 months. He was a Master, about 60, ruggedly handsome as expected from a man his age showing the scars from his earlier youthful days of wildness. For a neophyte, as I had been when we met, he was the perfect teacher and Master, taking a nervous curious young man and teaching him to become an acceptable boy. John knew that I wasn’t really attracted to him in spite of the residuals of his being a very handsome man in his own youth, but rather I was attracted to his skills. We talked about that, what my dreams were, what I hoped for, what kind of person I lusted for, as he taught me to desire to serve.
I sat on the playroom floor, wondering what we would be doing this weekend. When he came home, I would hear him settle in before he would come to the playroom. Then I would stand in a parade rest position till I felt his hands on me. And as usual, at about the right time, I heard the door to the playroom open. But then, unexpectedly, I heard an unknown voice, “Holy Shit, look at this.”
How does one respond to this? A foreign voice, a street voice, a dangerous voice! Panic, embarrassment, fear, even a little arousal?
And another voice, “Jesus, a real jackpot. Fucking ass good! You seeing that key in the door.”
Key in the door? I must have put it back under the stone?
“After we clean this place out, maybe we should leave a thank you note to the owner, saving us time, being so helpful, the guy already tied up for us.” the first voice said.

A blow to my nuts dropped me to the floor. I would have shit in my pants if I hadn’t been cleaned out already.
“We can fucking forget the rest of the house, the real stuff is in here. Jackie will pay real good for this stuff, better than the usual pawn, just haul it out to the van.” The first voice said.
“What about him, we gonna fuck him, or knife him, or maybe both? What order should we do it in? Think he’ll run away?”
“You a fucking queer too? He can’t go anywhere, now can you little fag?” voice one said, kicking me again. “But here tie him up if it’ll make you feel better”
My ankles were tied with rope, pulled up and tied to the handcuffs, a quick hogtie. Followed by some more kicks. Pain, which isn’t erotic, is very different.
I could hear them grabbing stuff hauling things out of the room. Sounded like they had stripped the room.
The first said, “take him too, I’ve heard tell that Jackie can even sell live meat”
People pay good money for this kind of shit?”
Yeah, disappear right off the face of the earth. Some dudes with lots of cash, use em, fuck em, and they are gone.”
This conversation took place over me, interspersed with solid placed kicks. I had actually vomited by then. Gagged and hooded, I had to swallow it back down. Choking, crying, screaming for all the good it did or the sound it created.
I was hefted up and carried-dragged out. I was essentially tossed onto the metal floor of what must have been an old delivery van, on top of the stuff from John’s playroom. The doors slammed shut and the men started the engine. It was the sound of old, beat up, well used, and stripped down. I started to struggle with the knots. What was I thinking; untie my feet, get the door open and escape? A real likely scenario, but I wasn’t exactly rationale. But I did get myself out of the hog tie.
“Oh shit, he’s trying to untie himself” said voice two.
“Well, climb back and tie him back up” The van pulled over somewhere and stopped.
“Why don’t I just break his hands?”
“Nah, Don’t mess up the merchandise too much, just tape his hands up”
“Listen you piece of Shit, You be a good boy now, you here” the second said as he held my chin and then slapped and backhanded me. I was turned back over. I heard duct tape tear, and then felt it wound roughly and tightly around my hands. Another rope was tied around my wrists and pulled up and wrapped around my neck. I had to strain to keep myself from choking. My knees were tied and my ankles were pulled back up to my wrists putting greater pressure on my neck.
“Now don’t go choke yourself to death and ruin our little investment” he said with a gut kick that nearly did ruin his investment. The van started up again.
Barely able to breathe, I had no idea how long we traveled, or where. The van stopped. The first got out, “Be right back, I’ll see if Jackie is in”
Some time later, the first returned and said, “Hey, he wants the stuff. He’ll pay good, especially for the tied up meat if he’s good material”
They started the van and backed it up, Doors opened and closed. The van doors opened and I was pulled out. Choking, gasping, any movement put a stress on my neck. The first said, "Hey man, you’re real talented, you tied him up fucking great. Have to try that out next time we need to take a man out”
I was carried up a flight of stairs, a door was kicked open, and I was dumped on the floor. A voice, Jackie’s I learned, said, “Get the other stuff, then we will look at him”
Left on a rough wood floor, sick, I waited, flexing my arms and thighs to relieve my neck.
I could hear steps on the stairs,, items dropped, picked up, comments. “OK, untie him, get the hood off, strip him, let’s see what we’ve got”
“Hey man,” said the second, “I don’t want him to see me, kidnappings a major jail time, man”
Jackie, with a weary urbanity to his voice replied, “Look, from what I can see so far, he is sellable. He’ll never have a chance to tell anyone who might care who he sees today. He will be a property till his owner gets tired of him, then he will end him. There is no law where he is going even if he never leaves the city, no law except his owner’s.”
I was almost grateful to Jackie to have the ropes removed. Untied I lay on the floor. I didn’t even think of escaping.
“What about these cuffs? There are no keys?”
“Use the bolt cutters, I’m sure you boys know how to use them.”
Dammed straight we do” they laughed
The cuffs were cut off. The tape taken off my hands. My boots untied and tossed aside, and my pants pulled off.
“Stand up” Jackie said and I staggered to my feet. “Pretty passive boy, aren’t you? No fight?” as I stood there, arms at my side, head down. Feeling scared witless, and defeated, maybe resigned is a better word, I was slapped. “Take that hood off yourself, and take some pride in yourself, boy.” With stiffened fingers, I struggled to unlace the hood and pulled it off.
“Good boy,” Jackie said, “Leave that ball gag in your mouth till you are told to use your fucking mouth.” I gathered myself and stood up straight. I’m a good-looking man. I’ve spent a lot of time in the gym, and not just on the weights. I’ve got a great body, low body fat, smooth, tanned. I called up my pride and looked at Jackie and winced.
Jackie had long straggling grey hair, with a foot long frizzled beard littered with food bits. His body was huge and obese, puffed up, swollen, his gut spilling out from his T-shirt and over his shorts. His face was old, wrinkled, stained, and he had large plugs in his distorted earlobes and a nasal septum bar. I was frightened, but looking at him gave me the pride he had demanded. I stood before him erect and ready.
He smiled, displaying broken and dirty teeth. “Good” he said to the two guys, “He looks a little battered, why did you damage the merchandise?” he asked.
Well, fuck Jackie” the second exclaimed, “he tried to escape”
“I must say you did a good job of preventing that, the way he was tied up when you brought him in here, it was very creative. But he does look a little incomplete, what with those bruises but no welts. I’ll just have to flog him some to balance it all out. You don’t mind now, do you boy?” he asked as he looked at me and laughed.
When I didn’t answer, since it seemed pointless to have an opinion, Jackie slapped me hard.
“No Sir,”I mumbled through the gag.
“I want to see you stretched out” he said. He instructed the men to spread eagle me. Leather cuffs were put on my wrists and ankles. Chains were hung from high on two posts in the middle of the room and my arms were stretched high and apart. My ankles were kicked apart and chained to the posts. I was stretched tight with no slack. I knew that I looked good like that, the position emphasized my leanness and the development of my straining muscles. I looked at Jackie.
Smiling, Jackie approached me and put his hands on me. I tried to suppress my revulsion but he saw. He smiled and said nothing as he pulled and pinched my tits. Even with the horror, I responded as I usually do, with an engorgement of my cock and a moan from my mouth. And Jackie smiled again. “Good to know your triggers, boy” he chuckled.
He picked up a flogger and whipped me till I was screaming and crying. There was nothing subtle about his flogging. My whole body was reddened and streaked with welts. He had one of the guys take a set of photos of me circling around me.
“Now he looks appropriate, some welts to go with his bruises.” Jackie approached me again, and rubbed his hands over me, and I trembled in pain and yet it was also a comfort. “I think know who will want you,” he said
Well boys,” he said to the two. “I’ll give you 50% of what I get for him, sort of a commission and finders fee. Packaging is everything, so if we package him up real nice, you could clear maybe $50 - 75,000"
“Holy Shit!” said number two, “Our lucky day finding that key”
Jackie had taken the gag out and I wanted to rub my aching jaw muscles. He came up to me and kissed me, his breath stunk of beer and cigarettes and the avoidance of toothpaste. His hands were on my crotch, and he felt my cock wither in his embrace. He put his hands on my tits and pulled them, twisting them, till I gasped and my cock rose even while he still had his tongue in my mouth.
He smiled and almost kindly said to me, “You may have a very short life dear boy, or you may sincerely wish that it will be a very short life, if you don’t start, or if you ever stop, doing anything and everything to please your Owner. So I would advise you to be a very obedient boy even if he is more ugly than I am. Your training was less than adequate if what your Master looks like has any relevance to you. The only desire you should have is to please him, always, and completely” He kissed me again, and asked, “Understood?”
My “Yes Sir” was barely audible and he kissed me again.
Good boy, but your cock is still at half-mast. What would your new owner think, a poorly trained boy, and your value would go down. Ah, but we can fix that at least partially before we ship you.”
Jackie said to the two guys, “Sit down boys, I’ll need your help to get the value we want for him” As they lounged onto a battered stained couch, Jackie called out, “Suckerfish! Get your sorry ass in here”
A moment later the door opened and a small gnarled man groveled into the room. Jackie grabbed him by his neck and drug him over to face me.
“Well boy, this is Suckerfish, and he is going to help me teach you to be more obedient”
I looked down, Suckerfish was scrawny except for a large shaved head, and a round protruding belly sticking out over a tiny dick. He slunk, and smiled up. He had no teeth in his gaping mouth with his big lips. I shuddered in more revulsion, not able to imagine what this creature might do to me.
Jackie laughed again, as did the guys on the couch, “Yeah, repugnant, isn’t my little Suckerfish? But I guarantee he is a good teaching aid. Go for it Suckerfish”
And Suckerfish knelt in front of me and took my cock in his mouth. God, I had no idea there could be such erotic pleasure, as he worked on my cock”
Then Jackie reassaulted my mouth with his fetid breath kisses. If there was any droop to my cock held in Suckerfish’s active mouth he quickly corrected that by reaching over his head and digging his nails into my nips.
Jackie laughed as he stepped back, and at the same time Suckerfish abruptly backed off as well, “You won’t win this one boy, you will be so eager for my attention in an hour or so, you will beg me” And I was already thrusting in the air and panting for the pleasure to come back to me.
So, Jackie and Suckerfish resumed their attentions while the guys on the couch jeered and leered at me. Jackie kissed me all over, he licked me, and fondled me everywhere, while Suckerfish kept his attention perfectly on my cock and nips.
Jackie stopped after what seemed an endless assault. And Suckerfish stopped as I sighed. “Step one” Jackie said, “Now for step two, ready guys?”
“Oh, man, yeah” said One and Two at the same time.
They got up and placed leather thigh restraints on each thigh, and then unshackled my feet. As I stood up, the placed a short hobble between my ankles so I knew I would be barely able to walk. Next each wrist was unshackled and attatched to the thigh restraint.
The guys returned to the couch stretched out their booted feet, and Jackie directed me to kneel in front of them.
“Lick their boots” he directed. I’d licked John’s boots, but they were pristine playroom boots, which the boots in front of me were filthy with mud and alley garbage. I gagged, but Suckerfish had crawled under my legs on his back, and reattached himself to my cock, and suddenly, licking those boots was not such a bad idea at all.
“Ah, what a good boy” Jackie said after the boots, soles and uppers were shiny, clean and wet, “Let’s see about your cock sucking skills”
The guys on the couch guffawed and pulled down their jeans.
I was nearly knocked across the room by the smell. Clearly they hadn’t washed themselves and certainly not their briefs for weeks.
But with Suckerfish’s encouragement on my cock, and his nails digging into my nips, I quickly began eager and obviously successful cock sucking of my own.
Alternating between the two, I was almost oblivious to the fact I’d been kidnapped and beaten, and was incredibly going to be sold into slavery. Such was the power of eroticism, and Suckerfish’s mouth and fingers. But clearly I was good at what I was doing, since the two guys were thrusting and moaning loudly, swearing when I would switch off to the other guy.
Jackie then called a halt as it was obvious that the two guys were about to blow their loads.
“OK, boy, good work, now you are desperate to have them fuck you, right boy?”
I lay face down in the lap of one guy with his cock in my working mouth, while the second guy jumped off the couch, and with little warning, jammed his cock into my ass. All the while Suckerfish kept my cock aroused and that made my body eager, in spite of all the alarms that would have otherwise been going off in my head.
Wildly eager pumping, with a load moan after a while led me to know that guy one was finished, and I was moved over into his lap as he returned to the couch, and Guy two took his place. Guy two was obviously more into prolonging his assault, and I was in a mind set, that it could have gone on forever. Perhaps it did as I eager sucked on Guy one while Suckerfish sucked on me.
Eventually Guy two came and Guy one shoved me off him onto the floor.
I lay on my back, and Jackie came over holding out a device. “Know what this is boy” he asked.
It was a rimming chair, and he placed it over my head and centered it over my mouth.
With increasing dread, I watched Jackie pull off his filthy pants, revealing a hugely fat ass, also obviously unwashed for weeks, and it looked like it might not have even been wiped.
But as Jackie smiling sat down while the two guys derisively laughed, Suckerfish returned to my cock and nips.
“You know what to do boy” said Jackie. His ass was right down on my face, the rank smell was disgusting, and I gagged up some vomit before I tentatively stuck out my tongue for the first lick, encouraged by Suckerfish, and a particularly erotic and vigorous attack on my nips. And soon, like before, Suckerfish’s magic had me eagerly licking away Jackie’s ass, disgust fading away into erotic bliss.