Punkboy punishment - part 1

Author: dement
Title: Punkboy punishment - part 1
Date: 13 November 2005

Danny needed cash. And fast. Mr Carlton was going to send someone around to collect tonight and if Danny didn't have the money Mr Carlton promised to make his worst nightmares a reality. Danny couldn't believe he was so deep in this shit, he borrowed the money six months ago to launch a punk club night with his mate Jamie who took all the borrowed money and disappeared off the face of the earth. Danny was going to get Jamie for that but for now he had to get Carlton off his back. He had done well so far, his charisma and cheeky smile had made sure of that but he had a feeling that charm wasn't going to work with Carlton tonight.

Danny had a plan but he was running out of time. He was going to steal some cars for a mate Dave who had a garage under the railway arches. Dave specialised in changing the vehicle ID numbers and selling the cars abroad. Danny began his car hunt in Chelsea, it never took long to find a car Dave would be interested in down there. He didn't like doing this and the suspicious looks he was getting from all the people in their expensive clothes and their flash jewellery as he walked down the street didn't help him relax. Danny didn't look like he lived round there, with his 8 inch high bright red mohawk, his piercings, his leather biker jacket, the 14 hole DM's and the ripped jeans which through the rips you could see his tight rubber shorts. Danny loved his rubber shorts, the way they felt tight against his skin and rubbed against his dick kept him feeling horny through the day.

There it was. A brand new black Mercedes, that's the one. Danny looked around, no people. Sweet. He broke in to the car, hotwired it and drove it to Dave's garage. Dave's eyes lit up when Danny pulled in, the car was just what he was looking for and gave Danny £2,000 for it. He needed more but it was definitely enough to give to Carlton to stop him breaking Danny's legs. Danny went for a beer and made a few calls to meet some mates. He was going to be 20 years old next week and wanted a big night out with the lads. Danny drank until 7pm when he was due to meet Carlton and give him the money.

Danny arrived at Carlton's office. He nodded to the heavies standing at the door who duly followed him in to the office.
"Ah, it's the punk boy," Carlton smiled, "you got the money this time?"
"Sort of" and Danny gave him a wink, being cute usually helped with this guy.
"Sort of? Either you've got it or you haven't"
"I've got £2,000."
"Just two? Little piss taker!" Carlton screamed. He paused, calmed down and said "Ok, leave it on the table and fuck off. I'll call and tell you when I expect the rest."
"Ok, cheers"
That was easy Danny thought, he started to leave the room before Carlton changed his mind. The two heavies who were now blocking the door made way for Danny but just as he passed them one heavy tripped him up and the other heavy caught him before he hit the floor and put Danny in a headlock.
"What the fuck's going on?" yelled Danny.
Carlton approached him, put his mouth close to Danny's ear and said "You think I'm gonna let you walk out of here after the stunt you've pulled today you cocky little shit? You dared to come in here with just £2,000 and think that winking at me is going to make it okay?" He gave Danny a hard slap in the face. "Help our guest to a seat boys". The heavies frogmarched Danny to an upright chair on one side of the office, threw him in to it then tied Danny's wrists and ankles to the chair.
Danny began to panic, he struggled against the ropes that bound him but it didn't help. He was scared, he knew this man had seriously hurt people in the past and now it was his turn to get hurt.

Carlton approached him, Danny could see that Carlton was getting off on seeing the fear in Danny's eyes, he's really enjoying this Danny thought, sadistic bastard.
Carlton smiled at Danny, he knew that Danny thought he was going to get a beating but he had no idea that his fate was actually going to be much worse. Carlton couldn't wait to tell him. He crouched down, close to Danny's ear and said in a quiet voice:
"I'm not that bothered about the money," he began, "what really irritated me was that earlier today you stole a car belonging to an associate of mine. He doesn't think this is very funny and is convinced that you targeted his car on purpose to pay me. Your friend Dave at the garage recognised the car and called the owner immediately. The car has gone back to it's owner and Dave will get his £2,000 back so no real harm done to them. But you have made my associate and me very angry and we have decided to teach you a lesson and make sure you never take the piss out of us ever again. I have agreed with my associate that he will punish you. Some people require a bit more convincing when we want them to change their ways and we think you are one of them. My method of punishment is fast, harsh violence which I don't think you will appreciate whereas his methods are a bit more, shall we say creative?"

Carlton smiled at the two heavies who grinned back at him knowingly. Danny was getting nervous, this sounded bad. He began to sweat and was desperately trying to think of something to say to get out of this.
"Er, listen Mr Carlton" Danny was cut short by another hard slap in the face.
"Don't try and talk your way out of this you little cunt! You are fucked, you're gonna wish that you got away with just having your legs broken!"
The phone rang and Carlton went over to answer it.
"Nice one, see you in a minute." He turned to Danny. "My associate has just pulled up outside, he is looking forward to dealing with you."

Danny had to get out of here now. He strained against the ropes again, the two heavies decided to have some fun with Danny and started slapping him playfully, laughing at him as he struggled helplessly in the chair. Danny began to scream for help. Suddenly the office door swung open and in walked a tall muscular man wearing a smart tailored suit, handmade shoes and black leather gloves. The man had cropped black hair and a chiselled, impossibly handsome face. He immediately reacted to Danny's cries for help and walked purposefully towards him. The man put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a reel of duct tape, tore a piece off and taped Danny's mouth, while he still screamed. As the man sealed the edges of the tape around Danny's mouth his screams became muffled and his eyes began to water. The man lifted Danny's chin and stared at him with his cold, steely blue eyes.

"Shut the fuck up."

Danny shut up. He was terrified and it showed in his eyes, he had begun to cry. The man wiped Danny's eyes gently, staring deep in to them, without emotion.

"Crying isn't going to help you now punk boy, you'll find this much easier if you settle down and accept your fate." The man turned to Carlton "Thanks. You can go now, I'll take it from here."

Carlton nodded. Just before he left he grinned at Danny and said "Welcome to your new life punkbitch", then the door closed behind him. The man stared at Danny for a moment. He placed a leather gloved hand on Danny's face and gently stroked his cheek. He was going to enjoy toying with this cute little bitch he thought. He moved his hand slowly down Danny's chest, his stomach and finally his dick. The man's hand lingered there for a moment, he realised Danny was wearing rubber shorts. This gave the man an immediate hard on, he really was going to enjoy fucking this boy up.

"Okay, this is the score. I'm taking you to my office now. I have a few ideas about what to do with you, needless to say you're probably not going to like it at first but that's not a problem, your likes and dislikes don't matter any more and by the time I'm finished with you you won't have any feelings about anything. Excuse me a moment."

The man got up and stepped outside the door. The two heavies were still standing either side of Danny watching him. Danny just sat dumbstruck, staring blankly. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was gagged and tied to the chair, there was hardly any hope of escape. His mind was racing, trying to imagine what this man had in store for him.

The man came back in to the room with a large sports bag and dropped it on the floor next to Danny. He opened the bag and pulled out a pair of leather wrist cuffs. The man gave them to the heavies who started to untie Danny's wrists from the chair. As soon as the ropes were loose Danny struggled for his life, muffled groans and grunts coming from his taped mouth. It was no use, the heavies overpowered him with ease and in moments Danny's wrists were secured behind his back with the leather cuffs.

The man approached Danny, grinning. He stroked a finger up and down Danny's chest.
"Stupid boy, I told you that you would find this easier if you settle down. There's no point struggling, you can't escape. You're just irritating me now with your pointless fighting."

The man produced a syringe from his pocket and without a word injected the contents in to Danny's leg. He stepped back, placed the empty syringe back in his pocket then pulled out a cigar and lit it.

"This is a muscle relaxant, in a minute you won't be able to lift a finger."

Danny was mortified, soon he wouldn't be able to do a thing to stop this shit, he would be under total control. He made one last attempt to break free. Since his wrists were just secured behind his back and no longer to the chair he leapt up. His ankles were still tied to the chair though and he couldn't free them. The man and the two heavies just stood laughing at Danny's futile attempts to escape until eventually the muscle relaxant began to take hold and Danny collapsed back in to the chair like a rag doll, unable to fight against his bonds any longer. Danny let out a frustrated muffled cry from behind the gag.

"Give up now?" the man asked. Danny just stared back at him, his eyes defeated and frightened.

"I'll take that as a yes."

The man put his hand in the large sports bag again and pulled out a black leather hood with a collar at the neck. Danny stared at it, there were no eye or mouth holes, just two tiny holes at the nostrils to breathe. Shit. The man pulled the hood over Danny's head and began to tighten up the laces at the back. As the hood got tighter Danny realised that the hood had thousands of tiny spikes on the inside that dug in to his head, he could feel every single one of them. He felt the collar being tightened around his neck, then buckled up. Finally he heard the click of a padlock on the collar buckle. No escape, no escape, no escape.

The heavies then untied Danny's ankles from the chair and kicked him off it, sending him sprawling to the floor. Danny screamed as he hit the ground. He tried to move but it was no use, he was paralysed. The man knelt down next to Danny and said "You're mine punkbitch, I own you now. Your are now under my absolute control and there's nothing you can do about it. No one will come looking for you, everyone knows you owed Carlton and they know what happens to people who don't pay him back. They'll just assume that you pissed him off and he killed you and fed you to the pigs. Your friends will be too scared to find out what ever happened to you. As far as the world is concerned you're dead. Which means" the man paused and chuckled "I've got all the time I want to play with you, my new toy."

Danny whimpered, this was a nightmare. The man opened Danny's jacket, grabbed his teeshirt with both hands and ripped it open. He stroked Danny's bare chest lightly. The man noticed Danny's cock inside the rubber shorts grow bigger, responding to the stroking. Danny felt so vulnerable, he couldn't believe that he was getting turned on by this. "I think you're ready to go now." said the man. He took a long drag on his cigar, put his mouth around Danny's nostrils and exhaled slowly, forcing Danny to breathe in the cigar smoke. The man then extinguished the cigar on Danny's nipple. Danny desperately wanted to scream because of the pain but he couldn't because he was already choking on the cigar smoke.

"What now?" one of the heavies asked the man.
"Just stick him in that bag, should fit him perfectly."
The heavies then picked Danny up, roughly squeezed him inside the sports bag and zipped it up.
"Thank you gentlemen, I'll be seeing you soon I imagine."

The man picked up the sports bag effortlessly with one hand and left the office. He walked to his car whistling to himself, getting more excited about playing with his new pretty punk toy. The man got to his black Mercedes, Dave at the garage had kindly washed it and put a new coat of wax on it. It was so shiny the man could see his face in it, he grinned at his reflection.

The man opened the car boot and dumped the bag containing Danny in it. He thought he heard a grunt from Danny. The man smiled. He shut the car boot, got in the car and drove away. He loved it when he had a legitimate excuse to punish men and this cocky little shit hadn't seen anything yet. Danny was going to get a lesson he would never forget.