THE KIDNAPPING

BY ABUSEDASBOY11

[ part 2 ]

Two hours had nearly passed and I had driven past the last heavily populated town about 10 minutes ago. I owned a farm house in the country; 117 acres of simple woodlands and plots of unused land for growing. The land next to me was owned by the Department of Agriculture. In my ten years in this area, I had never once seen anyone on that land. It had always been perfect for my sweet pleasures.

I looked back into the backseat where the blanket covered my newest sweet. The sedative still was in control of the boy. I don’t think he had moved once the entire ride. His hands, tied behind his back, were peeking out from an edge of the blanket. I could see his hands turning a purplish blue from the tightness of the ropes.

At last, I turned off the road onto my dirt roadway leading to my house, about 1/3 mile off from the road. With foresight in mind, I had a garage built onto the house a few years back so that I could unload my truck in privacy. Often I had to handle large animals as my real job was a Zoologist and Animal Doctor for the State Zoo, though that only entailed me going into the office once a week. It was good to be considered a genius in your field.

Now I pushed the button on my visor and watched as the garage door opened. I drove into the garage, big enough for 3 trucks, and parked the SUV. My other car, a black mustang, sat idly by to the left. I walked around the car, adjusting the anxious member in my pants for the thousandth time on this trip. I opened the back passenger door and pulled the blanket off my little cub scout.

I admired his still form, all bent over double on the floor of the backseat, hands tied behind his back and a cruel gag stretched across his mouth. His face was simple and soft with youth as his eyes remained closed and no dreams seemed to be worrying him. Ah the beauty of strong sedatives.

I reached down and yanked him up none to kindly, more like a heavy suitcase to be carried. But heavy he wasn’t. He couldn’t have weighed more then 60 pounds in my mind. I tossed him over my shoulder, feeling a small thrill as his groin rested on the joint of my shoulder. I turned and walked into the house through a side door into the Kitchen.

I restrained myself from running up the stairs to the bedroom. Instead, I walked up them at a dignified pace, the boy dangling over my back with his legs extended in front me in a fireman’s carry. I snaked a foot out and popped open the door to my bedroom and walked over to the bed, a nice California king.

I placed the silent boy onto the bed and reached down to begin untying the cords from his hands. They had turned a nasty purple by now. I was sure he would feel that when he woke up.

Once his arms were free, I rolled him over and placed him on his back. His clothes were tan with lines of green along the edges of the pockets and shirt. The classic scout neckerchief, blue and yellow, was out of sorts around his neck. I reached down and undid the simple knot keeping it together and slid it from around the neck of the boy. I could find uses for this in the future.

I then turned to the boy’s shoes, simple white Nike fair, and began untying his laces. First one shoe slipped off and then the other. Next were the socks. I slipped them off each beautiful foot. I took a quick smell before tossing them aside. My fingers reached down and began to play with the boy’s feet and little toes. My hand dwarfed his little foot. It made me smile.

I leaned down and took his big toe into my mouth, sucking on it like I would his little boy toy soon. I bit hard and his little body squirmed in his sedated sleep. I couldn’t help myself, I wanted a little fun quickly.

I quickly shucked off my pants and underwear. My rock hard penis shot up from my body. It wasn’t really that big, had never been. I spread the boy’s toes apart and placed my penis in between his big toe and next and began humping.

I was never one for endurance. I shot long and hard all over the outstretched boy’s body. Cum splashed up on this shorts and his scout shirt. The rest fell to the cover on the bed.

Well, now I had soiled the boy’s clothes in my mind, and of course they had to come off.

Still naked myself, I crawled up from the bottom of the bed and straddled the sleeping boy, careless of my weight on his groin and stomach. I began slowly undoing the buttons from his little shirt, but I didn’t have the patience. With a large yank, buttons popped off and his shirt flew open, revealing the Hanes white T-shirt below.

I then sidled down his body some and began fumbling with his belt buckle. Soon it slipped open and I undid the button loop and then unzipped his shorts slowly, the revelation always key to me.

His white briefs slowly came into view. Once fully unzipped, I pushed the flaps of his shorts away and looked at his exposed underwear. His little boy package didn’t even make a dent in the underwear which were a little too big for him, possibly an older brother’s. They just folded over a bit and bulged out with nothing behind them.

I was disappointed but I kept myself from ripping them off and spoiling the long fun. Instead and I just pulled his scout shorts off completely and tossed them to a corner of the room. Next I manipulated his upper body so that both his scout shirt and t-shirt were soon joining the shorts on the floor.

The young boy was just lying there in his over large white underwear before me, the gag still cruelly stretched across his mouth. Well, I had something for that. I leaned forward and reached around his head, undoing the knot of the gag.

Before I did anything else though, I let my hand wander over his underwear, my fingers exploring the oversized folds and finally feeling the small package within. I let my fingers massage the boy’s pecker through the thin white material. My own dick was hard yet again and pointing into the little boy’s side. But back to my purpose.

I reached over to my nightstand and opened a drawer, pulling out two objects. One a small roll of surgical tape and the other a tube of industrial strength super glue. I turned back to the sleeping boy and brushed a turn of his blond hair off his forehead. I sighed looking forward to seeing his hazel eyes again soon.

I cut off three pieces of tape. It was the thin white surgical tape that was usually used for keeping bandages on. Not many people would think it a fitting gag but I had used it in this capacity well many a time. It only muffled the boy’s voice, didn’t absolutely silence it. But given where I lived I didn’t have a true need for complete silence and I liked to hear the boy’s…. enjoyment of our activities.

So I leaned over and slapped the three pieces of tape over his mouth. They only barely even covered his lips. I had always liked gagging boys this way since I saw the movie Cohen and Tate and saw how their little hostage was gagged this way. Course, in that movie, they didn’t do what I was going to do next. I popped the thin top off the industrial super glue and began spreading it around the edges of the tape. I left only the barest corner unsealed so I could rip it off if I had too or maybe if I wanted access to the pretty boy’s mouth. It would hurt him like hell but, well.. I wasn’t above that. And in the mean time it stayed on for sure.

My kidnap victim’s hands were still loose but that didn’t concern me. For now they would stay that way. I always worked it out this way on first true contact. You’ll see.

It was time for my little friend to wake up. It had been a few hours and I knew exactly how to manage it. I lifted his still form up and walked to the bathroom. Once in, I whisked the shower curtain aside and laid his little form in the tub. One of those nice Jacuzzi tubs. Ah this was a fun moment. I reach over and grabbed the shower head, removing it from its base. I turned the water on and turned the nozzle onto the boy’s face. Water lanced out and splashed over his pale features.

The shock of the cold water brought him too pretty quickly. I turned the nozzle aside and watch as he scrambled up, his little form freaking out and his beautiful hazels eyes lashing left and right trying to understand what was going on.

I even heard his muffled cries of confusion. I think he said ‘What?! Where… Who are you! Where am I?”…

I could only assume he hadn’t realized he was standing his underwear yet, partially wet now and exposing more of his package through the thin material.

But I leaned forward and launched a fierce slap across his face as his hands shot up to his gag to rip it off. His little form skidded over in the bath tub and fell violently onto the edge of the bathtub. Now tears and moans escaped him, but his hands didn’t go back to his face. Probably had something to do with my grumbled threat to make his eat his own ear if he tried that again.

But I forget my manners. It was time to address my guest as a host.

I looked down at his shivering form in the base of the tub. His eyes looked back up at me in fear, a red welt beginning to form on his cheek where my hand struck him. I think I had his attention.

“Listen up, you little bitch. You are mine. There is NOONE who can help you. Your parents have no clue where you are. They are hundreds of miles away. I am the only one who can do anything for you, good or bad.” I paused, letting that sink in. He had started to cry harder now. “So you will do what I say and when and quickly… Or else… well, lets just say that your parents will cry at the funeral. Do you understand?”

His little body, pale beautiful skin, leaped up and down in violent sobbing now but he tried valiantly to keep his eyes on me, blinking them a lot to clear the tears. His head barely nodded in response to my words.

“Good! Now, first test! Take off your underwear!”

He hesitated.

I didn’t. My hand lashed and punched his forehead which was a little off the ground. It rocketed back and bounced off the ceramic of the tub. It would have been impossible for more tears to flood his face but I am sure if it had been possible, he would have managed.

“Failure on test one. You’ll pay worse for that later. Now test 2!”

Before I could even say it, his hands reached down and began shucking off his underwear. He pulled his knees up to try and cover his new nudity.

“Legs Down!”

He listened quickly this time but still cried heavily, his hands now covering his little region. I let him stay like that for a moment. But not too long.

“Hands!”

I heard him mumble ‘please’ over and over again through his tape gag, but I showed no mercy and closed my fist so he could see. His hands moved away to reveal his heavenly package.

I stood at the edge of the tub staring down at the nine year old form in full nudity before me. His slowly beginning muscle definition evident on his chest indicated he played sports. And his extremely small penis, no more then an inch flaccid, fell against his testicles, only barely beginning to descend. I kneeled by the pool and watched as the boy tried to lean away from me but he had nowhere to go. I just stared at him as I reached out my hands and began to fondle his little toy. The smoothness of his skin made me cum immediately. It spurted up over the edge of the bathtub. And down onto the boy. He even tried to cringe from that.

My load prematurely spent, I turned my fun into a little torture and squeezed his little marbels. He managed a fairly loud scream despite the gag and writhed on the bottom of the tub. His free hands reaching up and scratching at my extended arm twisting his jewels. Maybe it was time to do something about those.

I released him and stood up.

“Stand up Boy!”

Tears still streaming, he slowly stood up. I backed away from the tub and motioned for him to come forward. He reached a hand down to stabilize himself and stepped out of the tub carefully. Once out, I leaned forward and grabbed him with my hand pulling him towards me. “Its time to introduce you to your future.”

I could feel him shaking under my fingers. I was sure his eyes were darting left and right thinking escape. I hadn’t broken him yet but that would come in time. I kept a strong grip on his neck with my hand and I guided him in front of me back to the bedroom.

I walked him over to the bureau where a pair of hand-cuffs rested. I spun him around so his back leaned against the drawers. His eyes were wild with fear. I reached a finger out and ran it over the skin of his face, feeling the smoothness of youth. I was jealous of that. I reach over him a grabbed the hand-cuffs and watched his eyes widen further. I grabbed one hand and placed the left cuff on and then pulled his other hand forward and clapped the second cuff on. They bit down deep into his skin and I saw him wince in pain. Oh this boy was in for an awakening.

I took a moment to fondle his penis again while he stood there; Rubbing it between two fingers. It is impossible for young boys to control their penis and I smiled as the attention brought his little soldier to salute. “You see boy…you like this. You just don’ know it yet.” He tried to shake his head but I wasn’t paying attention.

I had dropped to my knees and took his Penis in my mouth. He bucked backwards in surprise, shaking my bureau but he was too small to actually harm anything. I felt him melt a little as I continued my oral ministrations to his little penis.

I do not recall how long it took as time flies for me when a boy’s penis is in my mouth and under my tongue. But I remember the moment he had an orgasm, his hips thrusting forward into my face instinctually and his little prick jumping and twitching out of control. I was disappointed nothing came out but I was sure I would have this boy long enough to eventually taste him better. For now, I just let his shrinking penis slip from my wet lips and stared at it and his hairless form for a while.

Suddenly, I said, “Time to meet the rest of the family.”

I couldn’t tell if it was more fear or hope that blossomed in his eyes when I said that. Maybe he though someone else in the house would take pity on him or something. Well, again, he had a shock coming.

I led him down the stairs in the same manner, my hand on his neck guiding him. His hands were handcuffed before him and the gag had stayed on well. Every few steps I reached around the boy and played with his testes. I liked juggling them with my fingers. My penis was getting hard again. Next, I would explore the boy’s backside maybe.

We came to a door, the usual spot for a basement door and I reached forward and opened it. Only darkness showed. I pushed him forward and we descended into the darkness. Sounds came out of the dark, whimpers and growls and meows and other darker ones.

When my feet hit the concrete floor, I reached up and caught the trailing string above me and pulled it. Light flared into the room, my favorite room. Cages aligned each wall. Two steel tables laid out in the center of the room, straps on them. In each of the cages, a dog moved restlessly or a cat. In one, there was a monkey.

I pushed the boy deeper into the room where the back cages came into view. These were almost smaller then the other animal cages and in them were different kind of animal all together, one I like to call ‘Little Toys’. In 5 cages, the forms of little boys were placed, ever so tightly squeezed into the cages. Some of them had blindfolds, others didn’t and there eyes watched with fear as I brought the new boy home. They were all gagged and cruelly tied. Each of their little penises were purple, turning such from the leather thongs tied around the base of their genitals. These boys didn’t cry anymore, instead they just had resigned looks of expectation and fear. My new addition pissed himself right then and there. Oh this would be fun.