THE KIDNAPPING

BY ABUSEDASBOY11

[ part 1 ]

I had been watching the boy from my parked car for the majority of an hour. He kept flitting in and out of the buildings in the apartment complex; his hands burdened with a box of assorted chocolates. That and the blue and yellow accents of his cub scout uniform led me to believe he was on some sort of charity drive, possibly to fund some scout function.

I had watched long enough to recognize that the boy had walked a fair distance to sell his candy bars and that there were no conscientious parents watching over him. So he was far from home and in not so familiar territory; perfect for me, not so good for him.

I made sure everything was ready and I placed them, item by item, into the back seat and placed a small towel over them. I was always prepared for my small tendencies and, because I was an animal doctor, could easily explain the many medical items I carried to complete my illicit dealings.

I started my engine, watching the small boy go from house to house; his medium length blond hair peaking out from the edge of his scout cap. The small hairless legs pumped up and down each entrance porch to wait futility to see if anyone answered. I could sense he was getting a little frustrated with the lack of responses or the repeated ‘no, thank you,” from multiple people.

I stepped on the gas when the boy’s back was to me and passed by him unnoticed, moving further up the parking lot. I came to a point where the apartment buildings separated and offered a path behind the buildings to where more buildings were packed in. It had the added benefit of being out of the boy’s eyesight. I parked the car in a secluded spot and stepped out of my SUV.

I waited till his tight little bottom disappeared up another entrance porch and I shot out of my vehicle and around the corner. There I waited, sure I had been unseen.

It took only a few minutes before I saw the boy crossing the gap between apartment complexes. I quickly made my way forward, acting nonchalant.

“You, scout!”

The boy stopped and looked my way.

“What are you selling today then?

His face brightened when he mistakenly realized that I was a possible buyer. His cherubic voice broke out, “Candy Mister.”

My face brightened as he responded, giving him the impression his response excited me, “Really? What kind?”

By this time, the boy had stopped dead and I was only a foot or so away, stopped myself and waiting for him to expose the contents of his candy box.

“All kinds mister; M&Ms, Hershey… a dollar a piece.”

The boy couldn’t have been more then 9 years old. His eyes were hazel and he had a little button nose.

“Excellent. I have a liking for chocolate. How many do you have?”

At this the boy truly brightened as he saw his long trek coming to an end in one sale. I watched as he knelt down and started to count the various bars. I looked up and around, making sure no one else was around. If anyone got too close, I would just back off and disappear but it appeared I was getting lucky and I was moments away from my prize.

“27 sir!”

“Very well. 27 dollars then. Sounds reasonable. What are you selling for?

“My troop is going on a scouting trip this weekend. This will help pay for the supplies and such.”

I smiled at him and started to pat my pockets, acting like I couldn’t find my wallet. “Silly me, I left my wallet in my car. Follow me will you?” I did not give him time to consider as I walked away and towards my isolated vehicle.

I was pleased to hear his steps running behind me to catch up. I doubt he even sensed the danger he was in.

I made it to the passenger side door of my car and motioned him over. I was parked to a minivan which severely limited the line of sight to my car. The boy stood expectantly to my left, his back to the min-van, as I opened the passenger door. The door flew out and with its tinted windows blocked off the view from the apartment complexes. I made the half-hearted attempt to search for my wallet. “Man, I’m so forgetful. Where did I put that wallet?”

With that I stepped around the boy and opened up the back door. It was the kind that opened opposite the front doors, giving me a maximum amount of room and also blocking off the view from the street now as well. Here I stood with the boy to my right now and butted up against the opened passenger door where no one could see him. He dutifully held his box of candy waiting with a big grin on his face still excited about selling all his candy.

I leaned into the back seat and exclaimed, “Here we go!”

With that the boy stepped forward expectantly. I thrust myself back and snaked out an arm and grabbed the boy by the back of his neck before he could react. I thrust him forward, his box of chocolates spilling across the floor of my back seat. I used my superior strength to push his face down into the back seat upholstery, muffling the exclamations of surprise trying to escape his lips. It was extremely easy to hold him down as I leaned in to him, my groin pressing up against his exposed buttocks. I continued to lean further and said into his ear, “If you want to live, shut up… now!” With the last word, I pushed his head harder into the upholstery.

I didn’t give him much chance to consider my words before I reached over him and lifted the towel off my little goodies. I picked up a needle and ripped its cap off with my teeth, my one hand still firmly pressing the boy’s struggling body down. I poked the needle into an exposed portion of the boy’s alabaster thigh. It was convenient how high those scout shorts rode him.

It was a powerful sedative, meant to act immediately in a convulsing patient. And I had given him an adult’s dose. My weight against his small body wasn’t needed for more then thirty seconds more. I felt his struggling stop and I removed my hand and watched as his eyes floated and then closed.

I looked up and around the parking lot, making sure no one had seen me subdue the young boy. No one had; shame for the boy.

I reached down and lifted his thin legs and shoved him into the back of my vehicle. I reached forward and grabbed the rope that I had once hidden under the towel. I used it to bind the boy’s hands behind his back. I tied them a little cruelly and knew that if he was awake, it would cause him pain but he wouldn’t be awake for quite a while. I then snagged a cord of cloth with a knot in it and placed the knot into the boy’s mouth and tied it tightly behind his head. I knew he wouldn’t wake but it never hurt to be safe. I then tied his feet with another string of rope. I then dropped his small form onto the floor of the back seat and covered his motionless form with a blanket.

I had an erection the size of Montana by this time but I resisted the urge to my pleasure of the boy right then and there. Instead, I slammed the door shut and then closed the passenger door and gave another brief glance around. Still no one appeared to come to the boy’s rescue.

I navigated my way around the front of the SUV, trying to contain my sudden burst of nervous energy; got into the driver seat and started the car.

I took a moment to calm myself, resisting the urge to look into the back of the truck. I then shifted the gear and backed out of the space.

Within a few minutes, I was on the highway and adhering to the speed-limit the entire two-hour trip south.

The boy was mine. Everything about him was mine. I fidgeted with the uncomfortable feeling of restraint in my underwear. My partner wanted out but it wasn’t yet time. I’d introduce him to our new little cub scout in due time.