AARON GETS ABDUCTED

BY FROGGY
frog_puppy@yahoo.com

[ part 3 ]

This is still the same story, but coming from a new angle. You'll see what I mean in a few chapters! Work of fiction, yadda, yadda.

Perry had been watching the boy for two weeks now. The boy operated like clockwork, his routine within milliseconds of each night before. He would come out of the Recreation Center at precisely 7:50 PM and his ride would pull up right at 8:00 PM. The boy waited, sitting on a picnic table on the far side of the dimly lit parking lot, fifty feet away from the entrance. He always carried a small duffel bag and wore a sweat suit. The boy had many colors and seemed to wear a new color each night.

The clock on the dashboard read 7:40 PM. 10 more minutes, Perry thought to himself. He was parked across the street, well out of view of the rec center. He checked to make sure his ropes were ready, easily accessible. He rarely used them, but he had to be prepared for anything. A small bottle of chloroform sat in the cup holder. He liked to wait till he was 100% sure he could do the job before wasting his precious knockout drugs.

Earlier in the day, he was in Harkins, about two hundred miles west of Bonkersville, to acquire a vehicle for his upcoming kidnap. It took about two hours, but he finally located a silver Camry, the same car as the person who picked up the boy drove. After picking the lock and hot wiring the car, he sped off for the 300-mile drive back to Normhaven. He slept for two restless hours and woke up at 7:00 PM and drove to the rec center. This was the most work he had ever put into a kidnapping, but society was getting smarter, fewer kids playing on the streets or walking alone. He had been searching for his next victim for five weeks and came up empty-handed each time. He was always careful and pulled out at the last minute on three attempts. He could not risk getting caught, since his parents were prominent in the business world and he could not let them down, or ruin their good names. Plus, they gave him the money needed to live the devious lifestyle he craved. If he succeeded tonight, this would be the first boy he snatched in the city he lived in. Very daring, but that was part of the thrill.

At 7:53 PM, he soaked a rag with chloroform and set it down on the seat. The boy always climbed into the front seat. This will be easy, Perry smiled as he eased the car out of the lot and in to the rec center, the same way the boy’s ride always came. He pulled head first in front of the picnic table and unlocked the door. His face could not be seen through the windshield, he was sure. The boy looked up and then jumped down, his duffel bag in tow. He opened the door and climbed in, butt first, closing the door once both feet were in. Before he could look around his mouth was covered with a wet rag and he choked, breathing in the chemical, he quickly became light headed and his head fell back into the seat.

Perry quickly backed up, searching the lot to make sure no one saw him. The coast was clear. It was only 7:56 PM, so he had time. He sped out of the lot and went the opposite direction that the boy’s ride would come from. With the rec center out of sight, Perry’s tensions eased and he focused on the road ahead, making sure not to drive erratic or anything. He looked over at the boy, who looked like any other child who fell asleep on the way home. He head bobbed lightly in response to the bumps in the road. No expression on his little face. His hands rested at his sides, allowing easy access to his gray sweats.

The gate opened and Perry entered and stopped, waiting for the gate to close behind him. He had security cameras and motion sensors, but he could never be too safe. Once satisfied, he continued down the driveway and past the house. About a half mile past the house, a large work garage stood in the shadows. Another door opened at the push of a button and Perry rolled his car into the two-car stall. Once the door was closed, he checked the boy again. He was still out. Maybe he used too much chloroform. The boy was still breathing, so that was a good sign. He got out and went to the other side of the car and opened the door. He gently lifted the boy and grabbed the duffel bag. Perry entered the main room, which was a wood working shop, and headed down a set of stairs to the basement. No one knew the basement existed, since the contractor was paid handsomely to leave it out of the blueprints. At the bottom of the stairs, a large metal door with a numeric keypad waited. He punched in the 10-digit code and the door clicked. He pushed the door open and passed through, closing the door behind him, waiting for the lock to click. The hallway was short, with access to five doors, all with keypads. He stopped at the first door on the right and punched a 5-digit code and entered the room.

He laid the boy onto the twin sized bed, with only a white fitted sheet. The boy was much better up close. The boy’s short blond hair, his cute lifeless face and his light gray sweat outfit added up to one sexy boy. Perry gently rested his hand on the boy’s chest, feeling it rise and fall slowly. He slipped a finger under the elastic waistband and pulled it down slightly, just enough to see the boy’s white Hanes briefs. Yum. A quick poke at the little bulge cemented Perry’s lust for the boy. He got up and left the boy lying on his back. He took the duffel bag and closed the door behind him. The interior door did not have a knob, just a keypad, so escape was impossible, even if the electricity went out.

Perry went to the room across the hall from where he left his new boy. The room had three computer monitors sitting on top of a large desk. Two TV’s also sat on a nearby table. He entered the necessary passwords on the keyboard and all three monitors flickered to life. The far right monitor showed the boy, still asleep. The monitor on the far left showed four shots, the exterior of the garage, door leading to the basement, the front gate and the path leading to the garage. In all, 30 cameras and 200 motion sensors protected his property. He had to be sure his secret, stayed a secret. On the monitor in the center, he pulled up his email account and sent out an encrypted message. He also checked his mail and received a compliment for his work on Brian. Yes, Brian was the last boy through his rigorous program. He sold for 200K to a mistress up north. He always did great work.

The duffel bag was blue with a large Speedo logo. Just what he hoped for. A young swimmer. He unzipped the bag and pulled out a damp light green beach towel. Then he pulled out a pair of black goggles, a small box with nose plugs and earplugs and then finally, the solid yellow Speedo. They were still quite wet. Perry looked at the tag, waist 24, very small boy indeed. The interior lining was very clean, no urine stains or chlorine damage. The shell was free of pilling. A very nice piece for his growing collection of boys’ clothing. A soft beep brought his attention back to the monitor on the right. The boy was waking.

He opened his eyes and was not sure where he was. The last thing he remembered was getting into his mother’s car, and then. Then what? Yes, something was put over his mouth and he tried to scream, but then he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Now he was in a strange room with nothing on the white walls. A door, a metal toilet with a sink on top and a bed. Nothing else. His head ached and he still felt tired. He got up and walked to the door. He pushed and nothing happened. He pressed a few buttons on the keypad only to hear a solid loud beep. He dropped to his knees and tried to peek underneath the door, but a rubber guard prevented any peeking. He got up and went to the toilet. He pulled down the front of his sweat pants and underwear and peed. Once he was done, he pushed the button, producing a loud flush, and then went back and lay back down on the bed. He didn’t know what to think. He was scared to be alone and wanted to see his mom.

A clicking noise was heard and the boy swung over to see the door swing inward. A man walked in, wearing a white lab coat, like the one the school nurse wore.

“Hi, son. My name is Doctor Perry. And what’s your name?” He asked, standing in the doorway.

“My, my name is Aaron. Where’s my mom?” He meekly asked, not sure if he should be frightened or relaxed.

“You will see your mother soon, but we have some tests we need to run here. She asked us to make sure you are physically fit and healthy.” Perry smiled and walked to the side of the bed.

“Really. My mom didn’t say anything about this. Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course son. Don’t be afraid. I am a doctor. I’m here to help you!” He comforted, as he reached his hand out and grabbed Aaron’s hand and squeezed it playfully.

“How long will it take?” The boy stared up at the doctor, his eyes half open.

“About two weeks, then your mom will come pick you up!”

“That long?”

“Don’t worry. Everything will be all right. Are you still tired?”

“Yeah, kinda. I have a headache. Can you make it go away?”

“Yes, I think I can. Let me give you a small shot, and that will take care of it. Okay?” Perry asked, as he removed a syringe from a side pocket.

“Okay, but only if it makes me feel better.”

Perry injected a sleeping agent into the boy’s arm, which would last about ten hours. He then pulled out a small note pad and began asking questions. He learned that Aaron was a swimmer and was the district champion the year before. He also learned that Aaron had just turned twelve. No girlfriends yet, He like pizza and Pepsi. Loved PS2 and playing games on the internet. Also liked to bowl and go to baseball games.

Perry then moved on to the personal questions. Aaron was quite comfortable now and answered only because the doctor asked. No, he had never played with is penis. No, nobody else had ever seen his penis. No fantasies, no wet dreams, nothing. This boy was a complete virgin! Not that most twelve year olds weren’t, but most have had at least some exposure to sex. This kid would be a tough cookie to break in, but maybe not. He was really buying into the whole doctor thing.

“Okay, I need to get your height and weight.” Perry said, as he held out his hand and led Aaron to a spot next to the door. He pushed a button on the wall, which was unnoticeable at first glance.

Aaron looked down and saw that he was standing on a small square piece of rug that did not match the rest. It must be the scale. How cool, he thought.

Green numbers flashed on the wall, displaying the weight of 74 pounds. Another push of a button revealed a ruler in the wall. He turned Aaron around and measured him. Average height of 58 inches. Perry led Aaron back to the bed and instructed him to lie flat on his back. Aaron followed directions and rested his head on the pillow.

“Now, just relax, Aaron. I need to take a peek under your pants.” Perry offered a warm smile and spoke softly.

“Okay.” Aaron smiled back.

He pulled the sides of the sweat pants and told Aaron to lift his hips. He did. The Hanes briefs were as white as the lining of the Speedo. Not a mark! Perry admired the small bulge and grabbed the small bulge, rubbing the boy’s penis gently. Aaron giggled, not sure what else to do. He was very ticklish and well, his penis was a sensitive area. Perry let go of the bulge, which was slowly growing. He smiled as he pulled down the sides of the Hanes. Aaron’s 3 inch uncut erect penis plopped out and stood straight up. The boy laughed and squirmed.

“Very nice little cock you’ve got!” Perry smiled, as he squeezed it firmly. His other hand reached below and grasped the two, small testicles and he juggled them lightly.

Aaron moaned out of enjoyment. He had never felt this way before. Having a man touch his most private parts was exciting.

Perry worked his fingers to the top and clutched the foreskin. He pulled carefully, looking at the boy’s eyes, making sure not to bring any pain quite yet. Amazing! He pulled the foreskin back all the way to expose the beautiful glands and Aaron said nothing. He resisted, obviously feeling some discomfort, but he took it far better than any of the previous boys did. He allowed the skin to return to its normal position and clasped his hand around the shaft before him. He pumped the boy’s hard cock slowly at first, but then sped up. The boy lay there, accepting the sensation happening to his dick. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt strange. His muscles tensed and his entire body shook in shock and his penis felt like it was launching, like he was gonna pee. His breathing became heavy as his first, dry orgasm riveted his body.

“Good job, Aaron! Did that feel good?” Perry asked.

The pleasure was almost too much for the little boy. He was hot now, still wearing his sweatshirt. “Yes, it felt awesome! Can you do it again?”

“Not tonight. You need to get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for you.”

As if on cue, the medication finally took effect, rendering Aaron’s body lifeless. Perry untied the boy’s shoes and removed them, then the sweat pants, briefs and socks. He then slid the sweatshirt and white tee off and left the room with the clothes, leaving Aaron’s body naked. He returned to his command center and went to the back of the room. Nine boxes, normally used for files, were stacked in the corner. Each one had a name printed on the front. Matt, Peter, Vern and so on. All boys’ he had kidnapped and sold into slavery. He always kept their clothes, for future reminiscing, stuff pictures couldn’t replicate. He grabbed a flat box and quickly folded it into a box and threw Aaron’s clothes in. He also stuffed his swimming gear in as well. He went over to the computer and printed a quick tag for the box. The lid was installed and he set the box next to the stack.

He pulled down the box labeled Gordy and went back to his desk. He kicked off his shoes and pulled down his cargo shorts. His white size 14 underwear was crushing his testicles but his dick made a huge bulge running diagonally, since if his dick were straight up, it would stick out of the top by two inches. He pushed down the waistband and pushed Gordy’s underwear down and stepped out. He brought the underwear up to his nose and sniffed them. Yes, even after all this time, he could still smell Gordy’s first cum stain. He folded the underwear neatly and stuck it on top of the blue Nike mesh shorts. The box was returned and he grabbed Conner’s box. He pulled out a pair of silver spandex bike shorts. They were size 10. He carefully balanced himself while he slipped into the incredibly too small shorts, pulling them snuggly to his waist. His now erect cock pressed mercilessly against the soft liner, completely missing the crotch pad, creating a huge, well-defined rod, jutting out the front. He smiled and returned Conner’s box to the stack. He was ready to release his wrath on the boy next door.

*****

Perry carried Aaron’s lifeless body to door at the end of the hallway. He carefully balanced the boy while he punched in the code and pushed the door open. The room was large and was filled with enough torture equipment to punish an entire school of boys. He carried his victim over to a hard metal counter, with the surface large enough to accommodate most prepubescent boys. He lay Aaron down on his back and reached under the counter, flicking a lever. Two platforms popped out of the sides and two at the foot. Perry strapped Aaron’s wrists and ankles in the classic spread-eagled manner.

He loved what he did and wondered how he got by before he discovered this whole secret underground world. Being 23, he was the youngest member of the organization operating in his territory. He was the premier supplier of boys and could ask for any price he wanted. Nine successful sales with a tenth on the way. Yes, he loved what he did. But this boy would be different. He wasn’t trying to get a lot of money from this boy. He knew another member who was having a rough time getting his hands on a cheap boy, so this would be his charitable contribution. But first, he had to break the boy in. He was always easy the first night. He felt that if he built some rapport right from the start, the entire process would run more efficiently.

The smooth skin of the boy was tantalizing. Perry ran his finger along the boy’s chest, then down to his belly button. Very sexy! His pectoral muscles were still developing, but they were there. This boy could easily fetch 300K, but a promise was a promise. Besides, his turn-on came from the kidnappings and torture, not the long-term slavery.

The boy’s cock was limp, a paltry 1-inch, but he would fix that. He pulled out a ball-separator and installed it on the boy’s balls. The tiny balls pushed hard against the outer sack as they were forced away from their home. A rope was attached to the separator and pulled tight to the end of the table and secured.

Next, he installed a metal ring on the base of the dick. The dick filled slowly into the ring and held it snug. The ring had four small extensions protruding from the sides. Those would be used in a moment. Perry moved to the tip of the erect penis and grabbed a piece of foreskin. Another ring was hovered above the tip, this one with four small rubber clamps and four longer protrusions sticking out from the sides. Once all four clamps were securely attached to the foreskin, he pulled on the ring, stretching the skin as far as it would go. The final elements were the extendable metal rods, which fitted between the top ring and base ring protrusions. After installing them, he extended each rod as far as they could be extended. One final rod was install that ran from the top of the cage into the surface of the table. This would keep the cock straight up, to prevent any of the parts from coming undone. Aaron’s cock was caged in to the metal contraption with no way of g oing limp. It was a crude enlargement device, but it was very effective. The boy would have major discomfort when he woke up, but that would be the least of his worries.

*****

At eight am, Perry woke up and opened up the laptop on his nightstand. The boy was awake. He turned on the volume and heard the boy crying for the doctor and his mom. Perry quickly got dressed, rubbing his hard cock through the bike shorts. He drove from his house over to the garage and casually headed down to the torture room. As he opened the door, the screaming stopped. He walked in and smiled.

“Hey! How’s it going, Aaron?” Perry asked, looking down to see the dick enlarger still doing its job.

“Why am I tied up? Where’s my mom? I thought you were a doctor, where’s your white coat?” His eyes were wet, which meant he was in considerable pain. That was the whole point.

Crap! He realized he was wearing the all too small bike shorts and a white tee that stopped just above his waist. He blew his whole charade. Oh, well. Back to the master plan. “Well, Aaron. I’m going to have to be honest with you. I’m not a doctor. And your mom doesn’t know you’re here. In fact, nobody knows where you are. And that’s just the way it’s going to stay.”

Aaron’s eyes became large, unable to understand what the man was saying. “I want my mom! Let me go! My weenie hurts. And I need to go to the bathroom!”

Perry walked over to the boy and carefully disassembled the device, still pulling the skin tight. He then untied the restraints and the ball leash. He tugged the leash, to remind the boy who was in charge. He helped the boy down and walked him to the bathroom. The boy peed and tried to free his balls,

“Ah, ah. That’s a no, no.” Perry warned.

Aaron looked back, with tears in his eyes. “But it really hurts!”

“Don’t ever touch them again, you hear me?”

“Yes” He let go and bowed his head in shame.

After the boy finished, Perry yanked the leash and led the boy back to the main room. His main goal for the day was to establish authority. Nothing tore a boy away from his past better than punishment and torture.

“Okay, things are gonna change right now!” Perry stormed. “From now on, you will call me sir and you are now my slave.” He yanked the ball leash hard, forcing his slave to attention.

“Why are you doing this? I just want to go home!” Aaron sobbed.

Perry yanked the leash harder, almost knocking the boy off his feet. “You will call me sir! Anytime you speak to me! Do you understand?”

“Sir, yes sir.” He grabbed for his balls but quickly thought better of it.

Perry led his slave over to a wooden bunk bed in the corner. It was perfect for suspension. He laid the boy on his back on the bottom bunk and tied his wrists and ankles with 12 inches of slack, not enough for the boy to escape, but enough to assist in the pain process. A ball gag was installed. This would be quite painful and Perry did not need all the screaming in his ears.

Perry attached two rubber clamps to the boy’s nipples and looped the ropes to the rungs of the top bunk, which did not have a mattress. The ropes were fed down to the end and clinched tight. That lifted the boy’s head and upper back up about 4 inches off the bed, by his red nipples. He squirmed and tried to scream, but gave up, realizing that struggling only made his nipples hurt more. The short ball leash was looped above to the top rung and pulled tight, lifting the rest of the body up about 4 inches. The three ropes were secured to a spool, connected to a hand crank. Perry smiled as he cranked slowly, raising the boy evenly up. He stopped once the boy was about a 14 inches off the mattress. The perfect height. His body resembled a lovely arch. Just perfect.

Aaron struggled more, trying to get comfortable, but not able to. He finally relaxed his muscles and searing pain ripped through his balls and nipples. Sweat covered his body and head. The pain was unbearable. His balls ached and felt like they were going to rip out. His nipples also felt like they were leaving his body. He strained to keep his head up, but had to rest every few minutes, allowing blood to flood his brain. Aaron had been a lucky boy during his early years. The worst injury ever suffered was a 1-inch cut on his arm when he was eight. It didn’t even need stitches. This was first time he ever experienced true pain and fear.

Perry returned to Aaron’s and sat down on the floor. He had a small bag with several goodies.

“Okay, Aaron. Listen and listen carefully. If I ask you a question, answer by nodding your head yes or no. Do you understand?”

Aaron nodded his head. Yes, he understood.

“Good. Okay. You are now my slave, and soon you will be turned over to a new master where you will still be a salve. That means you will have to do anything I or any other master asks you to do. Understand?”

The boy nodded.

“You have no more rights! You may only go to the bathroom if you ask first. You do not touch your dick, unless you’re using the bathroom. You never touch you balls or butt. Understand?” The boy nodded.

“Tomorrow I will take you to my house where you will clean. After that, I will start teaching you about sex, since that will be your primary function with your new master, to provide him with sexual pleasure. Understand?”

The boy nodded with tears flowing down his face now. The pain of his nipples and balls were killing him. The pain of his new predicament was just as bad. “Are you in pain?”

He nodded quickly, hoping he would release his painful extremities.

Perry reached back into his bag and brought out a can of aerosol hair spray. He attached a 3 inch plastic tube to the spray nozzle and carefully inserted the tube 1 inch into the tip of the boy’s dick.

Aaron screamed, but was not heard. His muscles and joints ached from the constant stress being applied. The pain in the tip of his dick increased 10 fold as Perry sprayed the alcoholic mixture deep into his penis. It burned and tingled, like the inside of his dick was being eaten alive.

After 3 long sprays were injected, he removed the tube. Aaron would be feeling the pain for the next day, every time he urinated. Perry reached into his bag again and pulled a pair of vise grips. He clamped down hard on the base of the boy’s limp cock and locked the grip. The cock filled up partially with blood, but the force of the clamp not only crushed the urethra shut, but also a vein. Aaron twisted and wriggled but was helpless. His breath was getting heavy and he was now sweating profusely. Perry laughed at the boy, slapping him on his cheeks, causing his entire body to shudder.

Perry left Aaron hanging for 1 hour before lowering his body back to the mattress. The next torture would make this seem like a reward. He tightened the ankle and wrist bindings, and re-clinched the nipples and ball ropes tight. The heavy vise grip rested on his belly, pulling the purple tipped cock harder. Satisfied that Aaron was secure for the time being, Perry returned to his house for brunch and to plan his next punishment.