Scared to Death By Leo Devin

Author: DallasTopBDSM
Title: Scared to Death By Leo Devin
Date: 04 January 2011

Preface

This is a work of fiction and therefore things that could not normally happen, can. I like what I wrote and I wrote it for me. I started off to write about 25 pages of a Halloween story and it took over. I like what I have written so far and I think I did a good job and achieved and despite. I didn’t know what I was going to write until the keys were being pressed. At page 2734, I still have not written myself into a corner and abductions are still occurring. I am still writing this story at this point but mostly for person reasons.

The Temptation him

My current boyfriend dumped me a week before Halloween and I was running out of fun things to do by myself. After all, this was the biggest gay holiday of the year. I had my costume all done when we broke up and it was just a matter of a few changes here and there to “un couple” it. Ok still a few weeks till Halloween and I had nothing to do till then, well, in a social sense. I had been looking through the haunted house ads in the newspaper (Yeah, I know, newspaper, but it’s the fastest way to find ALL the ones in my area) and when I got to the end of the Haunted House section, I was about to put the paper down when something caught my eye.

Haunted houses not scary enough for you? Tired of all the lame, bogus, wimpy effects? You think you’re a tough guy and can take it or maybe you’re the smart guy that can think through all the gimmicks? Want something that will scare the life out of you? One on one, ONLY! It won’t be scary if you have someone to hold hands with! There will be no turning back once you start, so IF you think you can handle it, meet these requirements: Must be male (girls scare too easy), between the ages of twenty one and twenty six and in excellent physical shape (so you don’t literally drop dead). Prefer you between six foot two and five foot six to best enjoy the experience, but not too strictly enforced. If you meet these requirements call: # (###) ###-#### for more information and requirements. Don’t call unless you are SURE you can handle it. I want a challenge. Money back if not satisfied.

I thought to myself, this has got to be a joke someone is playing, and put the paper aside and went out to get something to eat. As I was driving around looking for the right something for dinner, I kept thinking about that ad and wondering what it would hurt to call and say I was interested and find out what those other requirements are. I mean, I do fit everything the ad said so far, I’ve been told that I am really buff, and I do love a great scare and hey it’s guaranteed.

The next day I called that number. The guy that answered the phone didn’t seem to know what I was talking about and told me I must have the wrong number. I asked him if he had put an ad in the Pride News, that ran yesterday and that finally seemed to ring a bell with him. He told me that he had forgotten about that ad and it ran automatically every Halloween and he had never had anyone call from it. He asked the questions that related to the ad and I confirmed that I was indeed male, twenty three, that I worked out regularly and just barely made the height requirement. He then asked if I was sure I could handle the scare of my life and wouldn’t sue him if I couldn’t. Then, that there were no returns on the price, and then he said he was kidding about the suing part.

Now we were getting to the part that wasn’t in the paper and I had been dying to know what those requirements could be. He asked me about how much school I had had, well he said it like “What is your current level of education?” I lied and told him that I have some college but I still didn’t know if I want to finish or not. I had to think of something fast cause I’m only twenty one and I have not started college, I have been told I look older. He told me that he needed to see what I looked like and going with the Halloween theme, put a picture of myself in the obituaries to run in two day’s time so he would know who it was that wanted the scaring. It would not do to scare the life of someone that didn’t want it. He reasoned that if anyone saw he obit that knew me, that I could chalk it up to a Halloween prank. (This actually would work for me whether I went or not, the ex would have a heart attack!) The next requirement would be my itinerary, (he explained that itinerary meant schedule or where I usually went on a day to day basis), so he would know where I would be so he could scare me when I least expected it. By this point, I thought I had it figured out, the picture for ID and the Itinerary so he would know where I would be and that probably means a fake drive by shooting, maybe with some stand-ins on the street to pop their blood packs and fall down or something very similar along those lines, I mean, it wouldn’t be that hard to do. It’s guaranteed so I just have to say I wasn’t satisfied because I guessed what was going to happen, I’ll even write it down and put it in my pocket.

The itinerary I give to him over the phone, giving him a typical weekday and the places I go to regularly on weekends and I tell him I am almost always wearing a silver Bud jacket. Then I get the kicker. It’s One Thousand Bucks, cash! Well, I lost my parents in a big fire, a lot of people died. They were in this new high dollar restaurant with all the fancy decorations all over the place. One of the specials that night was a faming desert. Lawyers for the people that died got a god awful amount of money for the survivors. My part was put in a trust fund and until I get to twenty four, I get two thousand a month. Well, I only have 2 weeks to go until my next payment and I have paid all my bills, and I plan on just carrying it around and putting it back when he doesn’t scare me to death, like the ad said! He tells me I can bring it with me and that I don’t have to pay in advance but just don’t put it in my back pocket, and then laughs. Ok, I am back to my “not satisfied” plan. Ok, I can’t sit still so I think I’ll hit the clubs tonight and I better not tell anyone about this or they will think I am crazy and talk me out of this. I am really getting turned on by the whole mystery.

The day after the call, I email a high school grad pic and instructions to the Pride News. I have to come up with some kind of obit to get the pic in the paper so I do the same ole blah, blah, blah, and give myself a stellar life. I know I have at least three days until I can start expecting to get scared, two days for the Trib. to come out and the third for the setup, or more. He said depending on how things work out, there should be a three day window, if it was more than that, it wouldn’t happen and to redeposit my cash. Now all I have to do is die from anticipation.

Even thought I have just taken care of the details, I still had to go get the cash out of savings. The bank will wait till after lunch so I decide to call Jeff, a really smoking hot friend of mine and have him meet me for lunch. He doesn’t pick up so I just drop into the first burger joint I see and grab a salad. Hey, veggies are veggies, but I must say, this salad was better than most. When I head out for the bank, I try Jeff one more time, but this time, my cells not working. I walk the few remaining blocks to the bank and withdraw a thousand bucks but when I come out of the bank, I am still pent up and decide to walk it off. Then I get an idea, I’ll walk the route I told him I would be walking to see if there is any curious activity, like people setting something up, hiding things, any very minor construction, you know, things like someone setting up for a prank show or a stunt.

There was almost no one around, even though it was a Saturday and I didn’t see a thing out of the ordinary. I decided to walk all the back down the way I had come. About halfway there, I see this really hot guy standing just at the opening to a pass-thru between two buildings, well, more of an alley for deliveries, and he motioned me over. I see him grab his crotch and I reach up and suck the tip of my finger. My knees were getting week just thinking about how hot he was and what I could do to him in bed, or maybe even in that little alley, there was even a van making a delivery to give us cover. I walk up to him, almost panting, He nods and we walk around to the back of the van. The doors are open and it’s empty, I assume they are picking something up, ok, shoot me, I guess I am paranoid looking into every nook and cranny not wanting to get caught with my pants down.

Without saying anything, he unzips and pushes my head down at the same time. I take his cock in my mouth and it’s so big, I can barely get my lips around it and can’t get more than a third in my mouth. When he shoots his load, he grabs a handful of my hair, which is ok; I play a little rough sometimes. He tells me to keep going and so I do, catching all his cum since it certainly can’t get past his dick and the tight seal of my stretched lips, then with his other hand caresses my neck, I can’t get a breath so I pull away, but he’s got a handful of my hair and his other hand on my neck. What the fuck! He’s pulling me in closer blocking off all chance I have of breathing. Ok, I am panicking now. His ring scratches me but that is the least of my worr…..

Just a note from the author, If you are not interested about the writing of this story, just skip over to the next chapter, ‘The Process - Me’. (This is my first time to truly write a story from the bottoms view In a single chapter. I hope I have captured, no pun intended, well…, a bottoms view and a victim’s view, in particular. It is my also my first time to write in the bottoms and Tops perspective at the same time. I jump around using one of the two in different chapters and they are labeled which is which after the chapter title. In other words, things occur between chapters instead of at the same time with the different views. Since I am no longer a very young adult, I have done my best to get into that head space and use the vernacular of the 18 to 26 year olds. In this I know I haven’t gotten it all right but I do get all the cussing in, most of it, a lot of it.
So, my point here is to suggest reading all the chapters in order even though the first few may seem repetitive. Thanks)

The Process Me

I place advertisements in several gay newspapers across the region every year around Halloween in hope of catching a few, how would I say… specimens to experiment on. I am surprised by the number of calls that I get that are not prank calls. You see, I am very specific about who can call to start with. They have to be a certain age, male of course, there are height requirements and they have to be in excellent shape. I am surprised because the ad looks a lot like a personal add without any info on me, but then, I have challenged them, doubted their courage, and insulted their intelligence.

When they call, I confirm their info and then tell them I need a photo, and here’s where it get a bit Ironic, (I don’t want them to have any contact with me other than the number of my disposable cell phone which I purchased in the city where I placed the ad so there will be no long distance call records, just in case) I tell them to take out an obit on themselves with a recent pic. It also serves another purpose, to maybe suggest that they might have suicidal tendencies. I also tell them that the cost of the event is one thousand dollars but they don’t have to pay until we actually meet. That also has a dual purpose; a large withdrawal could indicate someone going away for a long stay, of their own volition. Then I ask for their daily habits, (which should be a red flag) and they give them to me, but the way I ask them about the routes they take, they think that they are out thinking me and figure it will be something that will happen on the street, and between three days to a week away.

Now, as soon as I hang up, I reverse lookup the number, address and name attached to that cell phone. Then the disposable cell phone for that city gets shredded, then I hit the net and find as much info as I can about the caller with the info I already found. (This one has lied about was his age, which is fine) Then I will fly to whichever city called. (I have selected cities that have the best in what I seek and the residents are not as paranoid as some other over harvested cities). Once in town, I have panel vans that have been customized with false walls that have been stored in hangars at the airports so I can fly in, pick up, fly out, no one sees. I start my surveillance immediately and select a location for abduction. By catching these guys a few days before they are expecting their ‘scare’, they are even more at ease than they normally would be, because they ‘know’ nothing will happen for a few days. Once I have him, I will take his keys, return to his home and get all the personal items and whatever else I can to make it look like there has NOT been a struggle. That might mean packing a suitcase, cleaning out perishables, setting up plants for an extended absence and removing all personal documents. I want to find out everything I can about him.

The Acquisition Me

Having arrived at the airport of ‘the scare’s’ city, the van is retrieved. (I don’t want to tell you how right now, I don’t want to spoil anything.) The vans may not look good but their engines are in absolutely tip top condition, insulated for noise reduction and the van’s looks help them to be forgotten. Everything in this van checks out. The medical supplies are in place, the ’equipment’ I will need at the ready, but still concealed and a tank full of gas, just in case. I pull out a cheap GPS, but I pretty much know the area I am going to, been there before, and make the trip in record time and pull into this one’s neighborhood.

This one’s name turns out to be Cliff and I find his house right away, just in time to see him leave. I moved in after about ten minutes and while pretending to ring the bell and then knock, I was able to place a very small remote motion sensor near his door. The rechargeable battery would only last for about twenty four hours but I hope to have Cliff by then. Cliff came home late and the motion detector works fine. I got a very good look at him, and yes, he looked very good indeed. I am going to have a good time with this one. I may even keep him longer than the others. Now I can get some sleep and be ready for tomorrow, I have to look great and be well rested, for a few minutes anyway, damn I love cities with large gay populations.

I sleep lightly but it’s almost noon before I hear the faint beeping that tells me someone has crossed the threshold of Cliff’s apartment and looking up, it’s him leaving. Waiting until he gets to the corner to start the van (it’s whisper quiet, I really am proud of how the mechanic keep care of them) and begin the stalk. From the general direction he is headed, it’s the main strip where there are some fast food joints, the grocery store, the video place, all the closed gay bars and one of the two local banks. His bank. And I know about a thousand dollars is all he has right now, but he usually gets a large automatic deposit at the end of the month so I may not be getting the cash bonus that would have been nice. I’ll just have to wait and see.

I see him step into a sandwich shop so I know I have a few minutes. The drive to the bank shouldn’t take too long and I can look for a place that suits my needs, and hopefully his. About half way to the bank I see a blind service alley, no, there is a walkway that goes through to the next block but it’s not big enough for any vehicle other than a motorcycle. I think I just found my spot. I drive on down to the bank and turn around. There is not much else down this way except the bank so if he comes this way, I may be in luck after all so I return to the service alley, back in and wait. So much of this is guess work but I have learned the patterns of the gay mind, after all, I am gay too.

Almost as soon as I turn off the engine, Cliff walks by so I can be fairly certain that he is heading for the bank. It’s time for me to get ready so I slip into the back of the van, change into tight jeans, a light blue tank and sandals. I know this sounds so B movieish but I had a special ring made a long time ago that looks like a class ring and since I look about the same age as the vic, it passes, any way it has a spring loaded micro syringe built into it with a very fast acting and strong sedative, who am I kidding, it is a knockout drug. Ok, now I’m all sexy looking, as much as I can anyway, and step out to the sidewalk to wait for him and hope he takes the bait. You may be asking why don’t I just grab the first hot guy that comes along and the answer would be that first, I like the chase and second, with my way, I have a much better chance of getting what I want the first time around without having to stand on the street for days being seen by everyone that walks by and maybe a cop, and in a gay area, that would be everyone. Third, my way, the vic thinks it’s what he’s paying for, a good terrifying scare and he won’t put up much of a fight.

Here comes Cliff, looking fine I might add, I catch his eye and then as he gets closer I grab my crotch and he licks his lips so I give him a nod to come into the alley way and he nods, accepting the offer. We make our way to the rear of the van, Cliff following me and I got over to the wall of the building and lean my back up against it. He approaches me and as he gets close, I open my fly with one hand and push his head down with the other. He pulls out my cock, I get off and as I am cuming I tell him to keep going. As he is finishing the job, I grab the kids hair with one hand, his neck with the other and hold him against my cock, cutting off any scream as I trigger the drug in the ring. I doubt he even felt the tiny puncture due to the surprise assault by my cock. I carry him to the rear of the van and get him inside. Cliff gets to lose all his clothes. I take all his belongings: One thousand dollars, keys, wallet, watch, rings, necklace, earring, phone (which I just this last few minutes had deactivated an I take the sim card out and destroy it), some loose change, a bunch of rubbers and get this, the guy has a cock ring on, which I remove also.

There is a sound proof room between the cargo area and the cab and in that room is a small bathroom (sink and john) and a bondage bed. I get a naked Cliff on the bed, get him chained down (can’t risk rope or anything else, can’t have him getting loose here in town) I blindfold and gag him and for good measure, to make his stay in the van a lot more ‘frightening, I hook up his cock and balls to an E-stim machine set to a medium setting. The kid will be waking up any minute, the drug may be fast but it doesn’t last, and I don’t want it too, after all, he did want to be scared. He will stay that way till I get everything I need from his apartment and I get him back on the plane. Oh, did I mention that it’s a private 737 that was once a cargo plane, and is again, on the outside, which has been painted the same colors as another shipping company, sans logos? Must have slipped my mind. It has been set up to accommodate up to four ‘guests’, myself and the dedicated crew, for up to three weeks. I have never actually had four ‘guests’ before but the plane was big enough so why not plan for contingences.

The Transport Cliff

I wake up and I can’t breathe! I can feel something over my mouth and eyes and I can’t move. SHIT! Where are my clothes! Ok, I can breathe a little but it’s toug- AAAAHHHHHHOW!!!!! SHIIIIITTTT! My balls! I jerk my arms and legs and I feel major pain at my feet and hands, feels like metal, chains maybe? What the HELL was that! What’s happeAAAAHHHHHOW FUCK! My cock! I can’t take much of this I feel somthi- AAAAHhhhhh -ing on my chest, OW! My fuckin nipples! He pinched my nipples!, Aaaahhh-oh, ok, that one wasn’t so bad kinda felt good even. Crap! Is this shit automatic? DAMN! Sometimes is kinda nice other times it hurts like hell, sometimes it’s my balls, sometimes my cock, sometimes both, AAAAhhhhhOW!fuckin A, I can’t find a pattern so I can anticipate the assaults. What the fuck? I feel vibrations all of a sudden. Shit! I must be in that van AAHhh! we were behind when I was giving that blow job. That dude did something to me! What is going on? It can’t be that AAHhh! scare thing, that isn’t for a few more days, the obit hasn’t even come out cause I just AAHhh! placed it today. They wouldn’t even know what I look like. Shit! What is this!

Great, now were moving, Aw Man! Wait, we’re stopping, we didn’t go very far. Damn! He has AAHhh! my wallet! He has my keys! We’re at my apartment! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Fuck, he just got out. DAMN! DAMN! FUCKIN DAMN! I try AAHhh! to get lose but no can do, hell, I can barely make a sound at all. I don’t think I want to see cause I AAHhh! don’t want to see anyone’s f…. FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! I have already seen his face! Man! I am AAHhh! screwed! Maybe they will let me go when they get all my stuff, I mean, it may not even be the guy from the alley. (Later) Who am I kidding, if it’s not the guy from the alley, why did he drug me? (Later) I wish this AAHhh! THING on my COCK would stop ALREADY! (Later) If it was to rob me, then these guys wouldn’t have my wallet. (Later) Why do these guys have me! Maybe we’re not at my apartment after all (Later) They, he, whatever, have AAHhh! been away a really long time. (Later)

Whoa! There back. Crap, were moving again (Later) Were not stopping (Later) Damn! Where they AAHhh! taking me!? (Later) Fuck, seems like it’s been over a hour now! They stopped! Backing up? I hear a Beep, Beep, Beep. I felt him AAHhh! get out of the van. The van is shaking a little bit again, I bet they opened the back of AAHhh! the van. Shit, they are gonna dump me! (whimpers) Whoa, the door in this room to the back just opened, I can feel different air AAHhh! on my skin. OH NO! OH NO!OH NO! OH FUCKIN NO! AAAHHH! Those are MY nipples dude! Oh NO! GAS! Fuck! HELP M--(gased)

We must me moving again, I feel a little bit of vibrating. Wait, what’s that I hear, I didn’t hear anything like that before--- HOLY SHIT! I’m on a fuckin plane! At least the thing on my cock has quit attacking my coc--- uuuuuuuuungh! Wow! That feels really good. If that keeps up I just might cum. UUUUUUNGH! That’s just a bit strong, it’s making my whole groin area tense up each time…. But it feels sooooouuuuuuungh gooood! uuuuuuuungh! Still they didn’t kill me and dump my uuuuuuuuungh! Body. Oh SHIT! I’m gonna cum! Aaaaaargh! Ungh ungh UNGH! Damn that was a good one, I feel cum all over my chest! uuuuuuuuungh? Still feels good, maybe I can cum twice in a row! Might as well since I can’t do anything else uuuuuuuuungh! What! So soon! AAARghhhhh!, uuuuuuuuungh! aaaaahhh!. (Later) AAARghhhhh!, uuuuuuuuungh!AAArghhh! (Later) AAARghhhhh!, aaaaaaaaAAAAAArrggghhh! no! no more! Please, NO MORE! (Later) AAARghhhhh, aaaaaAAAAArrrrgggghhhFUCK! I Can’t TAKE ANY MORE! AAAAAAAAARRGGGHHHH (Later) Just kill me NOW! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT! (whimpers) (Later) AaAaAaAaAaRRGgGgHHHH!!! (passes out) (wakes up) Wher-- AAAAAAAAARRHHHH no no no no no no no no noNO! Maaake it stooooop pleeeeease! (passes out)

The Transport Me

I wait till he comes around, he starts jumping around in his chains from the E-stim and just to let him know I’m there; I give his nipples a good hard pinch. Cliff is beside himself from the random pulses he’s getting. He’s squirming all over the place. We drive to his apartment and when I get out, I make a show of being the victim of a nasty break up, (sobbing into a hanky, colored of course), covering most of my face and I let myself in. Since I have a key and gays are known for very short relationships, no one bats a false eyelash. I examine the place first. I find two large suitcases which I was hoping for; otherwise I would have to go back outside for mine. I began packing all the things that would make it look like he left on his own, did all the things one does and got all his papers. Ok, He’s missing, recently withdrew most of his money, his suitcases are gone along with of lot of non-valuable items and his personal items. What WILL the police think?

Back at the lorry, oops, old habits, van, I give ole Cliff another nipple tweak. I just love to see him wiggle. I leave the connecting door open so I can watch him squirm; after all, no one can hear you scream in a moving van. I can hear Cliff moaning with pain, even if it is just a muffle (Maybe he should lose his name now that he is a boy toy). I leave the area just like any other delivery van driver would, looking for an address. After a few miles, I hear his muffled screams increase in tempo. By the time we get to the cargo loading area, he is screaming bloody murder into his gag, but, I would be too if I were getting that much electro to my cock and balls. I imagine he is feeling like someone is driving nails through them. It was a simple matter to gas him and it really wasn’t that much trouble.

The platform he is chained to is actually the bottom of a coffin like box. To package him for transfer to the plane, I Folded up the sides, fastening them in place and attaching the lid in the same way. For the very short time the package is going to be closed, there is more than enough air. I called the Crew and instructed them to open the side cargo doors and extend the ramp. I usually have two crew on hand, the pilot and a personal ‘assistant’ I instructed them to load the crate and set the contents, as is, in room three. I would uncrate it personally. I also requested to have my meal set up in that room. He came too in the crate, but since he was blindfolded and restrained, he couldn’t tell anything other than feeling closed in. No trauma, other than what I will give him. I board the plane and go to my quarters. After my brief shower and change of clothes, my ‘assistant’ had come back from servicing and returning the van. We restock all the supplies from the plane. We could service a small disaster with food and first aid, and have. It always helps to be known as a “good guy”.

Takeoff was uneventful as always and after leveling off, I set to unpacking my latest acquisition. The top and sides came off but I left his wrists and ankles chained down. It’s such a nice body, it even looks well muscled in its sleep. I can’t help but run my hands all over it, from shoulders to toes. The Hollow of the neck, the roundness of the shoulders, biceps, and forearm, the wrists and beautiful hands, the chiseled squareness of the chest, firm, even at rest, not overly muscled but defined, the tight pelvic area with that deep V of grooves from its hips to below the balls, the thighs, calves, ankles and feet with nice high arches. I can’t wait to turn it over but that will have to wait until I get it home. I change the E-stim program to make him orgasm repeatedly with fairly long intervals to make him think it may have stopped. He will think the first few times are really nice and he may catch on at that point and really start to worry, but, well, too much of a good thing and all. I wait until he wakes up to press the start button and then I’ll just have a minute or two until I watch his rock hard cock rise to attention with every jolt and then see a geyser erupt as he has his first orgasm of many. It has been almost an hour now and he has run completely out of cum and is now just going through the motions, against his will. I won’t say how many hours we have left to go because that will give too much away, and that statement may also have just done that. I will say that I will set the machine to run for at least one more hour while I catch a nap. The van, though comfy, is not what I am used to. My assistant will watch him while I am gone.

Ah, the twenty minute buzzer before landing, Time to get him ready for transfer to the service truck. We use a smaller, square box in case we have more than one acquisition to move and leave the coffin size boxes in the plane. I return to room three and he is passed out, again! I still want to get him on the truck and I give him a longer lasting drug that should keep him out for several hours so I can get him home, inside and get him situated and do whatever I want to him. I get him unchained, the E-stim off, and get him turned over. I tie his hands behind his back with a nice soft rope and tie his ankles the same. I get my assistant to help me sit him up and placing the middle of a rope under his knees, I pull them up to his chest and weaving X’s across his back and shoulders, secure them there. We roll him back on his side and then I tie his hands to his feet. On nice very tight package that will just fit in the box. This should get him to the house. The boxes are quite small and will only hold a person of average size, thus my height restrictions and fitness level. They were actually due to my personal preference but then, I had the boxes built for the boys that I like. We get him packaged, there is just something about a boy in a box!, anyway, the box gets secured and we land. Unloading is much the same as loading only it just takes one of the crew to do it. The truck is waiting; the package is quickly loaded and we’re on our way.

We arrive at the house and instructions are given to take the package to the workroom. My precious acquisition is unboxed and placed on the work table where I remove his shipping ropes and then I place padded restraints on his ankles and wrists then affix him spread eagle on a bondage table that has a cheap wrestling mat for a tad bit of comfort. I also put my own design of cock ring on him, It has a short tube for the shaft connected to a ring that the balls go thru. It ratchets down to make it irremovable and it still leaves access to balls and the head. The only purpose it really serves is that I like the looks of it on him. I really got a great one this time, it’s been such a long time since the last great one. When he came to, I saw him brace for the next jolt he was sure was coming. When it didn’t come, he visibly relaxed until he realized that he wasn’t in the same position and wasn’t in the van either. He kinda just collapsed in on himself.

Part is right behind.

This story © Leo Devin, 2011 All Rights Reserved on loan to ECKIE AKA BONDAGFAN