MARK GETS ABDUCTED

BY FROGGY
frog_puppy@yahoo.com

[ part 1 ]

Mark and his older brother Dean rode the city bus to the Loads of Fun Amusement Park, just outside of Bonkersville. Mark stared out the window, taking in the scenery, still too young to understand everything he saw. He just turned eleven the day before and this trip was his brother's present. He was too naïve to know that his mother gave Dean the money and needed them out of the house so she could continue to support her family the only way she knew how, selling her body. One day a week paid all of her bills and provided food and toys for her sons. Yes, Mark was still just an innocent child, shielded by his brother from the realities of the world. But that would all soon change.

The boys arrived at the gate about ten minutes before the park opened. They sat on a bench and chatted about which rides they were going to do first and how much candy they would eat. School just got out and his mother promised several trips to the park over the summer. At ten, a loud gong signified that the park was open for business. Dean paid the admission and received two all-day ride bracelets. He attached his own, then his brother's. The two entered the park and headed to the Roller Roaster, the newest, fastest and most turbulent ride in the state. The line was nonexistent and the two ducked under the ropes and scurried through the walkways to the turnstiles.

"Hold on, little fella, we need to measure you." An employee informed. He had mark stand next to a cartoon space Martian holding its hand at 56 inches. "Sorry son, you're bout two inches too short.

"Ah, come on! Just let me ride! Please!" Mark pleaded, looking to his brother for support.

"Sorry, park rules. If I let you on, I could lose my job." The employee said.

Dean took his brothers hand and walked over to the exit. "Don't worry, there are lots of other rides we can go on together. Just wait here and I'll be back in a few minutes. Okay?"

Mark really wanted to go on the Roaster, but he would have to wait till next year. "That really blows. Two lousy inches. Well, I'll wait, but don't take too long." He smiled as his brother gave him a quick hug before heading off to the entrance. Mark walked over to the railing where he could see his brother waiting in the newly formed line. He hated being small, not that he was that small for his age. He had seen commercials all spring advertising the ride and now he was too short. Oh, well.

"Hey kiddo!" A man said.

"Dad?" Mark turned around stared at the tall man before him. It was his dad! He ran up and allowed his dad to embrace and hug him.

"How ya doing son? It's been so long!" He patted his son on the head and pinched his nose lightly.

"When you coming home?" Mark asked, hoping it would be soon. His dad left two years before after a bitter divorce with his mom. Since then, he only saw his dad three times and it had been over a year since the last visit.

"Mark, I think you know that your mom doesn't want me living with her anymore. But I still love you and Dean."

"I know, but I just wish things could be the way they were."

"Where's your brother?"

"He's waiting in line for the Roaster. The man says I'm too short, so I have to wait here." He frowned, hoping to gain sympathy from his father.

"Hey, tell you what. Why don't we go get an ice cream cone or something? We'll be back before your brother gets done."

"Okay, that's sounds good." Mark smiled as he and his dad walked down the pathway towards the exit.

Mark didn't think anything was wrong until he and his father were exiting the park. But he trusted his dad and said nothing. The two trotted across the parking lot to a beat up van and got in.

"Hang on, I need to get something in the back, then well go get some ice cream." His father said as he climbed into the back. "Hey, come here a minute, I need some help."

Mark got up and turned around. Before he knew what was happening, his father grabbed him around his waist and pulled his arms around to his back. His hands were hastily tied with rope and then he was pushed onto his stomach. His ankles were tied and then pulled behind to his hands and tied.

"What are you doing?" Mark cried.

"Be quiet. Daddy has a lot to do today." He said as he finished hogtying his son. He then pulled out a roll of duct tape and ripped off two pieces, one for the mouth and one for the eyes. He picked up the neatly bound boy and stuffed him into a large dog carrier and locked the door. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

Mark screamed into the tape and tried to free himself, but he quickly tired and had to concentrate on his breathing through his nose. He couldn't see or move. Why did his daddy do this?

*****

Dean finally made it to the front of the line and before he could check on his brother one last time, he was ushered into the front car. A young girl, about his age sat next to him. They smiled and exchanged nervous laughs before bracing for the ride ahead of them. The cars lurched out of the tunnel and up a 150-foot incline. The clanking and clinking of the chain gave Dean goose bumps. Once they reached the crest, there was no turning back. The 200-foot drop took his breath away. The sharp turns pushed his body to the outside of the car, then tightly against his partner. He smiled and liked being pushed into a girl. Two minutes later, the ride was over. The cars entered the tunnel and he got off and followed the girl out to the exit.

"Hey, my name is Dean. What's yours?" he asked, admiring her short blue shorts and tight white tee shirt.

"Diana. Your kinda cute."

"Thanks. So are you." He suddenly remembered his brother and grunted. "Sorry, I gotta go get my brother. What school you go to?"

"Gerald Middle." She frowned in disappointment.

"Hey, I go there! Maybe well see each other in the fall." He started to leave, then turned back. "Hey, come with me. I'll send my brother on a ride, then we can get something to eat."

"Cool." The smile returned to her face as they headed down the steps, to the turnstiles. Dean led his new friend to the place where he left Mark. He was not there. They went back up to the entrance and found nothing.

"Where did he go? Damn it. Mom's gonna be pissed if I lose him." Dean clinched his fists and looked behind the bushes and trashcans. His little brother was gone.

"Maybe we should find someone to help us." She took his hand and steered him towards a concession stand.

"Hey, Dean!" A voice yelled out.

"Jerry?" Dean turned around and could not believe whom he was seeing. "Dad!" He dropped Diana's hand and ran over to his father.

"How's it going son?"

"Not so good. I can't find Mark." Dean relayed, tears coming to his eyes.

"Hey, don't worry. Mark's with me!" Jerry hugged Dean and ran his hand through his short hair.

"Really? Where is he?"

"He's in my van. Come with me. I want to take you boys out to lunch, then I'll bring you back." He smiled and held out his hand.

"I think I should call mom first."

"She doesn't need to know, besides, you know how she feels about me."

"Yeah, your probably right. Hang on one sec. Let me say goodbye to this girl."

"Hey, bring her along. We'll have a big lunch!"

"Okay." Dean smiled and walked back over to Diana. "That's my dad. Haven't seen him for a long time. You want to join us for lunch?"

"Where's your brother?" She asked, a little concerned.

"He's in my dad's van, waiting for us."

She looked at her watch and smiled. "Okay, but I have to be back here by two, to meet my mom."

"Yeah, we'll be back, I'm sure."

The three walked out of the park and across the parking lot. Jerry brought the two to the side of the van and slid the door open. The two hopped in and were thrown against the cargo racks. He pinned the girl with his back against the racks as he tied Dean's wrists. "Stay. Don't say a word, or I'll kill you!"

Dean looked around to the back of the van and noticed two dog carriers. The one he could see was empty. A sick thought crossed his mind and he instantly knew where Mark was.

Jerry hogtied Diana and then finished hogtying Dean. Both were gagged and blindfolded with duct tape. He then carried his slightly larger body to the back and crammed him into the cage, also locking the door. He then tied an additional rope to Diana's arms, securing her to the cargo racks. He laughed and got out, closing the door. A moment later, he was in the driver's seat and backed the van out of the parking space.

Dean listened to his father talk to himself, no, he must be on a cell phone. He could only pick up parts of the conversation. "Bonus......Girl......boys.......so easy........where do you want to .....sounds good." Where was his father taking them? And why did he want the girl?

The drive was long, maybe two or three hours. Dean, Mark and Diana were alone with only their thoughts to entertain them, or cause fear and anxiety. The van finally stopped and the engine was shut off. Jerry hopped out, whistling cheerfully. A large dock door closed quietly in the distance. They were inside a large warehouse.

"Okay, I've got the two boys and a girl. The girl is about 12 or 13 and the boys are 11 and 13." Jerry spoke as he headed to the back door of the van.

"Okay well, let's see what were dealing with." A husky, bald man followed Jerry, smacking his lips at the possibilities.

The door was opened and Jerry grabbed Dean's cage. The other man grabbed Mark's cage and they carried them to a large table near the van. Jerry went back and grabbed the girl and brought her to the same table.

"Nice, very nice." The other man spoke as he peered into the cages, his fingers reaching into touch the boys, to make sure they were still alive. "Okay, I'll give you 250k for all three."

"I'll take it! Thanks a lot Butch!" Jerry let out a laugh at his newfound wealth.

The two went into an office and the cash was counted. Jerry thanked Butch and took off in his van, leaving his son's and Diana behind.

*****

Butch undid the girl's bindings and led her to a small room with a mattress on the floor. He removed the blindfold and gag, placing his hand over her mouth. "Don't say a word! If you try and run, I'll kill you. Nod your head if you understand." She nodded, tears flowing from her eyes. "Stay here and be quiet. Someone will be here to pick you up in a few hours." He backed out of the room and then closed the door, locking it with two deadbolts. Diana got up and kicked the door, jiggled the handle and screamed for help. Her calls went unanswered. She sat down on the mattress and cried, cursing herself to allow herself to run off with another boy.

Butch approached the two cages sitting on the table. He'd been out of the business for two years, claimed he'd never go back. But every time he saw a boy talk back to his mother or father, his cravings to instill discipline surged through his veins. He could still feel the whip in his hand, hear the crack and snapback as the tip lashed across a boy's back or ass. He needed to return, so here he was. A contact put him in touch with Jerry, who was desperate for money and offered to sell his sons. Two boys at the same time was new territory, but he would take it in stride.

He unlocked the first cage and dragged Dean out. The boy squirmed in his bindings, trying fruitlessly to free himself. His muffled screams were music to Butch's ears. Oh the fun he would have. He removed the leg bindings and helped Dean to his feet. He led him into another room where he laid the boy down on a twin-sized mattress.

"I'm going to free your hands and then you will take off all of your clothes. If you try anything, I will kill you. Nod if you understand."

Dean nodded and followed directions. He knelt down and felt around for his shoelaces and untied them. He stood up and took off his shoes, socks and gym shorts. He then slipped his shirt off and tossed it in front of him with the rest of his clothes. Removing his shorts caused his penis to get hard. Perfect. Of all times to get a boner! He took a deep breath and thrust his thumbs under the waistband and pushed his white boxer briefs down, his four inch uncut dick stood straight up. He laughed out of embarrassment as he stepped out of his undies. The room was much cooler, now that he was naked.

"Okay, good. Nice boner! Now step back a foot. Good. Sit down. Now lie down on your back. Good. Spread your arms and legs. All right. Don't move, or else." Butch tied Dean's wrists and ankles with nylon rope leaving no slack on the skin or to the posts of the bed. The boy began struggle, but gave up quickly, realizing that it was too late to escape. Butch reached under the bed and grabbed a bag and set it on the boy's stomach.

He pulled out a leather ball separator and installed it on the rather large ball sack. Dean moaned, as his balls were pulled apart, causing major discomfort. Butch stroked the stiff cock and pulled back the foreskin. Very nice glands, something he would have to play with later on. He slipped a metal hose clamp onto the cock and slid it to the base. After several twists with a screwdriver, Dean's skin puffed out of the holes in the clamp. He twisted a few more times, which caused the foreskin to roll back as the circulation was blocked. The boy took the pain quite well and resisted little. This would be more fun than he thought. He enjoyed inflicting pain to his subjects.

A loud buzzer blared over a speaker in the main room. Butch left Dean tied up, with his dick turning blue.

"What do you want?" Butch spoke into an intercom.

"The bunny went to the liquor store to buy hot cocoa."

"Drive in." He pushed a button and the large dock door opened.

A black Mercedes sedan rolled in and parked by the table. The driver's door opened and slim female got out of the car. "Got here as quick as I could!"

"Great! She's over here." Butch led his guest over to the locked room. He unlocked the door and slowly opened the door. The girl looked up, her eyes still wet. "Just got her a few hours ago. I haven't done anything yet, since I don't train girls."

The women walked in and approached the sitting girl. She lifted the front of the shirt and smiled. "She'll do just fine. I see a boy tied up in the other room, mind if I have a look?" She asked, already heading over.

"Ah, well. Sure. But I'm not looking to sell him." She was gone. He closed and locked the door and hurried over to the other room.

"I need him too." The women was sitting on the bed with her butt against the boy's side, coddling his blue dick, thumbing the veins that were popping out.

"I just got him and, ah. I really want to keep him for awhile." Five seconds after he got the boy, someone was trying to take him away.

"Look, I'll give you 500K for both of them." She said sternly. She would get her way, no matter what the price was.

"One million."

"Fine. Let me use your computer and I'll wire the funds right now."

Great! His dick was aching to ram this boy, but at least he still had the other boy. He led his guest to his office and in a few short minutes, the transaction was completed. He untied Dean and tied his hands in front of him. He led him to the back seat of the car and secured the seatbelt around his waist and crotch. He went and got the girl and processed her the same way. She gasped in horror when she saw Dean seating naked, tied up and his penis with some device around it, causing it turn a deep blue. The boy was left naked and the girl was not blindfolded or gagged, per the new owners instructions.

"Nice doing business, Ms Teddy."

"Thank you for these lovely children." She climbed into her car and eased towards the door.

"Just wonderful." Butch was horny and needed to ram something.

He unlocked the other cage and pulled out Mark. He was small and scrawny, but he would do. Butch carried the boy over to the bed and undid the bindings. The boy struggled and kicked his legs wildly.

"Stop it! Or I'll kill you!" The boy stopped. Butch decided that he'd better take the clothes off. He united the shoes and pulled them off. Then he pulled the socks and black Nike shorts. The boy was wearing a lime-green Speedo as his underwear. Very odd. He yanked them off and then pulled the tank top off. After his mild threat, he had little opposition from the boy. He then ordered the boy to spread his legs and arms. With great reluctance, he finally complied. His wrists and legs were tied in the same manner as his brother endured earlier. Butch found a considerably smaller hose clamp, but would have to improvise on the ball separator. Zip ties! Is there anything they can't do? He found some small ties and took each ball and zipped them tightly. They worked better than the ball separators, a plus!

Once the hose clamp was installed, he untied the boy and carried him, kicking and struggling to the torture room. In one corner stood a large metal rack, similar to those found in restaurants. He laid the boy in the middle shelf, which put his bum at the perfect height to be explored. He positioned the boy so his genitals hung over the edge of the shelf. He stretched the legs down and spread them to the pillars of the shelf, tying his ankles, knees and mid thighs. He then tied the boy's arms underneath the shelf, and two ropes around his back and shoulders.

He looked at the clamped penis, it was turning a nice shade of purple and his balls were also purple. It was time to fuck the boy like he'd never been fucked before. Butch unzipped his tight jeans and pushed them to the floor. He waddled over to his victim and lowered his silk boxers. His throbbing seven-inch cock stuck out horizontally. He did not believe in foreplay, or so called prepping the anal hole. He knew it was far more painful to just thrust his rock hard dick in without the luxury of lubricants. The gag, oh yes, can't have that. He reached up and pulled the gag off, releasing an eruption of screaming and screeching. He loved to hear his victims beg for mercy or cry out in shear pain.

He poked the tip of his cock against the tight, virgin anus, waiting for the right moment to strike. The boy screamed for Dean, which Butch presumed was the other boy. Oh well, he thought as he jammed his oversized cock mercilessly into the boy's ass. Mark shrieked as a monster invaded his anal cavity. The monster crept deeper and deeper into him, pushing hard against inner organs. Then the monster backed out, then rammed back in harder than before. It felt like the inside of his butt was being ripped apart. He cried and sobbed, hoping the pain would go away, but his cock and balls were being pounded into the edge of the shelf, causing even more pain. Butch laughed as he withdrew almost to the exit, then thrusting forward with the force of a canon. The rack swayed forward into the wall with each thrust, making a loud banging and squeaking racket. It had been days since he last ejaculated and it didn't take much time to blast a truckload of cum into the boy's ass. M ark cried in agony, as the monster stopped and launched a warm liquid deep into him. Butch removed his cock and pulled up his boxers and pants. What a relief. The boy was breathing hard, his body drenched in sweat. He would leave the boy in this position overnight, but first he needed to add some more torture devices.

Butch tightened all of the boy's bindings and then checked the cock and balls. Small indentations from the edge of the shelf sprinkled the surface of the deep purple cock. He tightened the clamp by two more twists and connected a thin rope to the base of the clamp. The rope was pulled under the shelf and tied to the lower rack. He tied thin ropes to each of the ball ties and pulled them up to the top rack to the point where the bum lifted up an inch, then tied them securely. He dug around his butt plug box and found the smallest vibrating unit, which was far bigger than the boy's butt, but it would have to do. All of the vibrating units were hard-wired so they could be plugged in and ran indefinitely. It took several hard pushes and lots of wiggling to install the plug. He smiled as he plugged in the cord, sending deep pulses of energy throughout the boy's ass. His prostate would be titillated to countless orgasms, all which would stay trapped behind the closed uret hra.

The boy yelled for his mom but was hushed with a ball-gag. A new blindfold was installed, with the inside soaked with onion juice. Mark opened his eyes and squinted from the irritating effects of the onions. Butch slipped on a pair of studio headphones onto the boy's ears and secured them with an elastic headband. Various sounds ranging from screaming boys to techno music would blare all night, surely keeping the boy awake. Butch believed in sleep and food depravation in order to break the boy's spirits. Most boys caved in after 24 hours, and then they were obedient little slaves until they were eventually sold.

The final element was the heaters. Two space heaters were place on the bottom rack facing up, with two on the top rack facing down. The boy would sweat and his skin would be lightly grilled from the hot metal racks. Butch pulled out his digital camera and took two memory cards worth of pictures. The boy looked like he was in pain, probably cause he was! He laughed as he headed up to his loft to process his new pictures.