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“Oh hey look at this.”
“What?” Luke grunts, walking over to where his friend Sam is disrobing their latest catch. He stands over the two, chewing his sandwich.
“He’s wearing these grocery store sweatpants, yet he’s wearing this Ambercrombie boxer briefs with these stars on them.”
Luke snorts. “Not one for fashion. They’re kind of cute though.”
“Yeah, they kind of are. Not smuggling a lot in there though,” Sam says with a snicker.
“Good. Hate when my property has bigger dicks than me.”
“You hate when anyone has a bigger dick than you,” Sam reminded.
Luke made a face as he chewed his food of begrudging acceptance.

“Well, guess I should cut them off now.”
“It’s kind of be a shame to ruin good underwear like that though,” Luke noted.
“Yeaah…”
“He’s still out though right?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied. “Gave him a good dose. That last one woke up too early and I cut him doing this, so don’t want that to happen again.”
“Well, I’ll help with his feet and we’ll take em off ok?”
Sam agreed.

Luke shoved the rest of his baloney sandwich in his face and helped Sam with the boy’s feet. They stripped his underwear off, then pulled it off his ankles. “There,” Sam said, holding the fabric in his hand. “…God he’s got like two inches soft there. Hope he’s a grower.”
“Not too much of a grower,” Luke noted. “Can I see those a minute?”
“Sure,” Sam said, tossing them to Luke.

Luke caught them. “Thanks for the new underwear,” he grinned, getting up and walking away with them.
“Hey,” Sam laughed. “Your cock won’t fit in there!”
“If it doesn’t you can have them back,” Luke retorted.

Sam shook his head at Luke’s antics. Well, the boy was stripped now and the fun could begin. At least, while it lasted. You could only make a career out of kidnapping boys of the internet to fulfill their fantasies for so long. Sam got up with a groan as his knees cracked, then went over to a small table where he picked up a stopwatch and started it. Hopefully he’d get two days in before the police got up his ass. That Detective Halpern in particular needed a really good lay. 

“Hey Luke, what kind of underwear do you think Halpern wears?”
“Oh, tighty whities for sure,” Luke said with a laugh. “Fruit of the Loom.”
Sam laughed back. “God I can totally picture that.”

A moan came from the floor. “Oh hey,” Sam said cheerfully. “Star Boy is waking up.”

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Shit. Your jock face is on the fuckin’ news boy. I thought you told me no one would look for you if you went missing? I mean you posted that shit up and down that forum. I was so nice and go and kidnap you and now you’ve got me in a fucking mess. Shit. I was gonna wait to string you up and work you head to toe after dinner, but I think I’m gonna do it now. I can’t eat when I’m annoyed, and it’ll build me up a nice appetite.” Jim crunched the beer can he just finished and tossed it into the trash can. It missed. He snorted. He’d make the boy clean it up later. With a groan, he got up, knees cracking, and turned off the TV. “There. That’s better. Nice and quiet. Just us now. You still alive in my closet boy?”
“Mmmphh!”
“Excellent. Be right back. Gonna go get changed. Wanna look my best when you see me for the first time,” Jim chuckled and wheezed. Shit, he really should be exercising more. Wait a second – flogging a boy was exercise wasn’t it? 

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My nerves were on edge. Walking around an empty subway station at 3 am in a jockstrap and flip flops will do that to you. I turned a bend on the tracks and saw three men standing there, and knew they were the ones just by the way they were dressed, their posture. For weeks, a friend of mine had been acting as a mediator between these men and I. I didn’t want to meet them or see their faces before they took me and used me for the weekend. Of course, kidnapping fantasies are never so clear cut…there’s a lot of talk about limits, contracts, legal mumbo jumbo. So I had a lawyer friend handle it to keep me removed from the process as much as possible.

Finally, I got my orders to show up late late Friday night. Exposed. Alone. You wouldn’t believe the boner I had. They stopped chatting amongst themselves upon spotting me. Grins spread on their faces

“Well well well…he came. Well, he won’t be coming this whole weekend, but at least he was punctual once.”
Another snickered. “Now what a nice piece of meat this is. Still, it’s funny to see a faggot wearing clothing. Can’t wait to get you home boy and into your more…natural setting.”
The third spoke up. “Oh Hammond was right, this was going to be a most interesting weekend.”

I couldn’t run even if I wanted to. The urge to drop to my knees and suck all their cocks over-powered me. I was very lucky because they let me. With a belly full of cum, they stripped me of my underwear before they tied me up like a hog and threw me in the back of their van. It was the start of most intense, degrading 48 hours of my life and I enjoyed every second of it.

Wonder what my husband and kids would think, knowing the things their corporate father used to do to satisfy his lust…

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