JOSH GETS ABDUCTED

BY FROGGY
frog_puppy@yahoo.com

[ part 3 ]

“Master, will I be able to lick some pussy?” Josh asked, completely incoherent from being awake for 3 days straight.

Kevin removed the penis enlargement equipment and stowed it away. “In due time, yes. I will be loaning you out in about two weeks.”

Josh’s blood-shot eyes gawked with confusion. “Loan me out? Master.”

“Yeah. A lot of people can’t afford slaveboys, so they rent them. That’s why I’ve got to train you to be the best there is, then I’ll make good dough on your ass!”

Other people would rent me? Josh could not believe that people would pay money to use his body. It was bad enough that he had to do what this asshole wanted. Now he would have to follow some stranger’s commands? He was being treated like a fucking dog!

Kevin was beaming with pride. He would have waited longer to loan his slave out, but he just received an email from another member alerting him of a newly acquired boy. The price was far below market so he couldn’t say no. The trainer promised to deliver in two weeks, so he figured it’d be good to have a few days alone when the new slave arrived.

“It’s time for your bath. Since you haven’t been cleaned in a few days, this is gonna take awhile. I’m also gonna take some pictures, so don’t be shy!” Kevin said, as he undid the ties and ordered his slave to turn onto his stomach. The welts would take days to heal, not to mention the two open sores. He would give the boy’s ass-cheeks a rest today since there were plenty of other things to do.

The oval-shaped tub, large enough for two adults, was sunken into the floor. Four feet of tiled space on all sides provided adequate room to take pictures or anything else that needed to be done. Several hoses with various spray nozzles rested to one side, while a nice collection of soaps, shampoos and conditioners sat in another corner. The tub was filled with ice-cold water and five large bags of cocktail ice cubes.

Josh stared at the sight before him and tried to shy away, but a quick tug on his ball leash changed his mind.

“Okay, get in.” Kevin ordered, pointing to the frigid water.

“Is that ice? Master.” Josh looked back, giving his best puppy dog look.

Yank! Josh quickly squatted down and dipped his feet in. His skin stung from the coldness, which sent goose bumps all over his pale body. With both feet submerged, he slid the rest of his body in, grinding his teeth. The cold water stung his flesh wounds, bringing tears to his eyes. He wasn’t about to disobey or complain. He learned his lesson and quick!

Once fully engulfed in the glacial runoff, Kevin sat down at the edge and pulled out a scrubbing brush similar to those found at self-carwash bays. Soap was applied and Kevin vigorously scoured Josh’s body. His hair was cleaned followed by his cock. A small firm bristled brush was used to clean the underside of his foreskin, causing a great deal of splashing. Kevin then pulled one of the hoses over and instructed his slave to bend over and raise his butt. He did. Kevin inserted the nozzle into the anal canal and fired several squirts, careful not to get himself wet. Small bits of turds washed out, then larger chunks. After five minutes, the inside of Josh’s ass was spotless.

Now that Josh was cleaned, inside and out, it was time for the first punishment of the day. Kevin tied Josh’s wrists to anchors at the head of the tub and his ankles to the rear of the tub. The ropes were cinched tight Josh struggled to keep his face above the surface. He was now tied spread-eagled, face down with most of his body submerged. He looked over and saw his master removing his shorts, underwear and shirt.

Kevin pulled out his camera and snapped away while his slave fought against the ropes and sputtered water from his mouth and nose. He then carefully stepped into the tub and straddled the flaccid body floating haplessly in the still icy water. His crotch pushed Josh’s butt below the surface, causing him to gag on the soapy water. Reaching a hand under, Kevin grabbed the boy’s limp, shriveled cock and pumped it to an erection. The cold water made it near impossible to produce an orgasm, but he persisted until he felt the cock release its cum. The load floated in the water and Kevin managed to collect some of the sticky substance. He brought his hand up and admired the small clumps, rubbing his fingers together to gauge the stickiness. He licked his fingers clean and prepared to couple with the boy.

It seemed like Josh had swallowed half the water in the tub, yet the water level remained unchanged. As the rock hard cock was rammed into his sore ass, his face was completely submersed, which caused him to panic, since it caught him off guard. His head surfaced and he spit out as much water as he could, but still choked back several gulps. His muscles ached and he could barely keep his eyes open. Perhaps he could just drown and finally end his nightmare? Probably not. He knew he was fucked for the rest of his life.

Kevin enjoyed the feel of ramming a cold ass, a suggestion he found in a newsgroup. After five minutes of pounding the boy’s hole roughly, he shot a massive load, coating the boy’s internal organs with his signature. He climbed out of the tub and dried off, humming “It’s a wonderful life.” Once he redressed himself, he untied the boy’s arms, which caused him to sink headfirst. Josh choked and ingested several more gulps of water. His face smacked the bottom of the tub causing him to become disoriented. After a few moments, he pushed his upper body up with his arms, but still came short of the surface. After what seemed like and eternity, he felt his legs drop into the water and he scrambled to his feet, launching his head through the surface. He gasped for air, trying to spit up the water still in his throat. He became dizzy and collapsed on the edge of the tub.

*****

Josh woke up a short time later and found himself tied to the N-shaped rail, with his balls being pulled tightly behind him. He was still wet and he was shivering in his bindings. His teeth chattered as he looked around the room and found that he was alone. He looked down to find a fresh bowl of dog food and water. Fuck! He could eat a horse right now and all he would get was some dry dog food! What the fuck did I do to deserve this? He shook his head in disbelief and starting slurping up his chow . A half hour later, his master returned, slapping him hard on his ass. Josh woke up from his first sleep in days to find a piece of bacon resting the in bottom of his empty bowl.

“Eat up, that’s the only meat you’ll see for a long time!” Kevin laughed as he watched the boy struggled to chew the crumbling bacon. He was having way too much fun with his slave. Once the bacon was mostly eaten, he wrapped a thick leather dog collar around the boy’s neck. He cinched it tight, causing Josh to gasp for air as his airway was severely constricted.

“Okay, you want to be rammed with the nine incher or the eleven incher?” Kevin chuckled.

“The nine incher, please. Master.” Josh solemnly asked.

“As you wish, boy!” Kevin pulled out a massive nine-inch dildo and pressed it firmly against Josh’s hole. A few light pushes, then one solid thrust. Josh clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He could bear the pain if it reduced the amount of torture he received, besides, he was too tired to care.

Kevin rammed the dildo all the way into Josh’s ass, the base sticking out less than an inch. He applied several strips of duct tape to secure it in place and then untied his slave.

Josh got up slowly, adjusting to the severe pain in his ass as he erected his body and stood straight up. He started to reach his hand back, but caught himself. As he was led back to his cell, he had to waddle, which made the dildo feel like it was going further up his ass. He was laid on his back and his limbs were tied. To his relief, the ball separator was removed.

Kevin pulled out the vacuum that was used for dick enlarging and disconnected the tube. A smaller hose was screwed on with a small plastic tip on the end. He pulled out four smaller clear plastic tubes, about the size of a roll of quarters. The tubes were open on one end and had a valve and a metal eyehook on the other end. He placed the first tube on Josh’s right nipple and connected the hose to the vacuum. The machine roared to life and sucked the air out, pulling the nipple and surrounding skin, almost an inch into the tube. He did the same to the other nipple and then pulled down the two chains hanging from the ceiling. He clipped the chains to the tubes and moved down to the testicles. He positioned a tube over the first ball and turned on the machine. Josh let out a deep groan as his ball just about detached from his body. The suction of the second ball caused just as much pain and discomfort. Kevin worked slowly, taking his time to clip chains to the ball tu bes.

With the tubes installed, it was time to take care of the limp cock. Kevin stroked the dick until it was rock hard and sticking straight up. He brought out a ¼ inch diameter catheter tube and inserted it into the tip of the boy’s cock. Normally, this would be done with a limp cock, but this was hardly a normal situation.

Josh squirmed and gasped as the hard tube was forced into the tip of his dick. He clinched his teeth and fists, trying to take the pain, but it was too much. It felt like the inside of his dick was being torn apart. As the tube inched further in, he screamed and shrieked, tears streaming down his face.

“Shut up, or things will get worse!” Kevin demanded, as he pushed the tube in a little faster. Josh piped down and closed his eyes. Once the tube was fully inserted into the bladder, he taped the catheter to the cock and then he folded the cock back and taped it to the stomach. He connected the tube to a pressurized canister filled with stimuli-sensitive polymer. He pumped Josh’s bladder with 24 ounces of the liquid polymer. Within minutes, the polymer would thicken into a gel and would remain that way until a special chemical was digested to dissolve the gel. Josh groaned as his bladder filled and mixed with the little urine already present. He felt bloated and sick as the chemical reacted to the warm cavity of the bladder. The tube was disconnected and the slack was taped to the inside of Josh’s thigh.

Kevin went over to the wall and flicked the two nipple chains. Josh’s chest rose slowly, occasionally jerking as the chains shifted. He then flicked the ball chains. Josh’s body was raised the limit, his back hung two feet off the mattress and his ankles and hands, a mere four inches. The tubes held his balls and nipples tightly without any regard to the heavy mass tugging at them. Josh’s breathing became erratic as he struggled to shift the pain around where he could manage.

With his slave properly secured, Kevin closed the door and left. He could not believe how much fun he was having. Truly a dream come true. He was beginning to wonder if he would even want to return to his job. The slave was tied up and his bladder functions controlled because he needed to go to Bonkersville to visit his sister who was in the hospital following a hit and run accident. He would try to return in the morning, but would stay as long as necessary. Once the security system was activated, he hopped into his SUV and took off for the 250-mile drive.

*****

Josh stared at the tubes holding his extremities. His nipples were purple and his balls looked black. His stomach ached as the liquid solidified in his bladder. The room was quiet and quite cool. He closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

He was sitting around the kitchen table with his parents, enjoying his favorite meal, pot roast. His father mentioned a story he read in the paper about a string of abductions occurring in the region. Several boys disappeared from public places without a trace. He turned to Josh and reminded him not to talk to strangers. Josh laughed, saying that he was too smart to get kidnapped. His parents chuckled and his mother produced a small wrapped present. That was strange; it wasn’t his birthday or even a holiday. He took the present and pealed back the satin red paper to reveal a black box. He removed the lid and found two plastic tubes with metal eyehooks on the ends. He asked his mother what they were and then his parents vanished. He was alone in the room, holding the two plastic tubes, wondering what they could mean.

Two hours later, he was jerked awake as one of the eyehooks broke on a nipple tube. His right shoulder and chest sank as all of his upper body weight shifted to his left nipple. It occurred to him that the other nipple hook would break soon which would send all of his weight to his balls. Crap! He did not had to wait long as the loud snap ricocheted off the walls. His head hit the mattress and his balls were pulled to the point of ungodly pain. He prayed that the ball hooks would break, but that did not happen right a way. His muscles twitched and buckled from the unnatural stress being applied to them. The dildo pressed hard against the inside his rectum. Sweat drenched his entire body. After twenty minutes, Josh became dizzy and lightheaded. His vision became blurred and he couldn’t think anymore. He tried to yell, but nothing came out. Not that anyone would have heard him. His master had been gone for how long now? Hours? Days? Weeks? He forgot the names of his own parents! God, this is not looking good. After an hour of hanging by his balls, he passed out.

*****

He opened his eyes and the room was completely white, only it was not the room that he was left in. He looked down to see he was wearing white mesh shorts and a white tee shirt. He slipped his hand down the front and found no ball separators, ropes or leashes. Just his limp cock and sagging balls. He reached around the back and felt his soft anus. No dildo. Oh god! Was he dead? Yes! He finally died! He laughed and went over to the door, which was unlocked. The door opened to a long hallway with doors lined as far as he could see. Everything was white, except for the door handles, which were gold.

He opened the first door and walked into his kindergarten classroom. His teacher, Mr. Crawford ushered him to enter. Josh poked his head back out and saw nobody in the hallway. He turned around and walked slowly towards his teacher. His teacher spoke, but he could not hear anything. As he stood in front of Mr. Crawford, the man squatted down and gently pulled Josh’s white shorts down to reveal a pair of silver silk briefs. Josh blushed and tried to resist, but found his body powerless to the actions of his teacher. Mr. Crawford used one finger to lower the front of the briefs and put his mouth around the semi-erect cock and started to suck. He placed his hands on Josh’s butt cheeks and pulled him closer to his face. The sucking became faster and harder as Josh moaned out of enjoyment. It was not painful or uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and smiled. Within minutes, he orgasmed into his teacher’s mouth and let out a cry of relief.

His cock was freed and he opened his eyes to find that he standing in his bedroom at his parent’s house. He pulled up his briefs and shorts and ran to the window. The yard was there, the giant oak tree and even his bicycle. Was he home? He hurried over to the door and opened it to find the same hallway he was in before. No! He went back and sat on his bed. His stuffed animals were there, just as he left them the morning he went to that boy’s house. What’s going on? He suddenly felt sleepy and laid on his back and closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes and he was back in the same white room that he woke up in the first place. The fuck? Josh could not deal with what was happening. Was he dead or not? A sharp pain struck his crotch and he locked down to find his shorts and socks soaked in blood. He screamed and woke up.

*****

He was lying flat on his back, his muscles still twitching. Josh looked down at his crotch to find that his balls were still intact with the tubes still sealed to them. He looked up to see all four chains dangling. Cool! No wait! What will my master think when he sees this? All of a sudden, he became terrified at the thought of his master punishing him for something he had no control over. Shit, shit, shit! His arms and legs moved with a little extra slack. He tugged and pulled at the double knots, trying to free a limb. His right hand was almost there! He contorted his thumbs and pinky, pulling as hard as he could. Damn! Come on! With one forceful tug, he hand squeezed through the hole. Fuck! Holy fuck! Thank god! He wasted no time and fumbled with the knots on his other hand. He did not care about his master now. He would escape. Again.

With both hands freed, he worked on his legs. It did not occur to him that the cameras were broadcasting his every move to his master’s cell phone. Five minutes after he first freed his hand, he gently held his cock and pulled on the tube protruding out the tip of his cock. It would not budge. He pulled harder without any success. The tube was stuck. He knew something was pumped into him, but for some odd reason, he didn’t need to pee. He tired to, but nothing happened. He flicked the valves on the tubes and released them, tossing them to the side. He massaged his balls and nipples, hoping they would return to normal size soon.

Josh walked to the door, which had a knob. He twisted it to find that it was locked. There were no windows in the room, so the only way out was standing in front of him. It was dead quiet and he could hear nothing. His master must’ve left for a while. He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been left alone. But it was too late to turn back. He pushed on the door and felt a little give. Backing up a few steps, he rammed his shoulder into the door. More give! Two more shoves and the door broke open, causing Josh to tumble over into the main room, sending a sharp pain to his ass. The dildo! How could he forget? He reached back and pealed the tape off and felt for something to grab on to. Each time he tried to grab it, his fingers slipped, causing it to lodge deeper. He pushed his butt muscles as hard as he could and felt the base come out some. Finally he had a firm grip and yanked it out. He looked at it in disgust, not believing that it came out of his butt.

He quickly got up and headed for the front door. He undid the deadbolt to find that the door was still locked. He peered into the door crack and verified that the bolt was opening and closing. Why won’t it open? He cried. He scanned the rest of the cracks and was disappoint to find six additional bolts, all only accessible from the outside. FUCK! He screamed as he headed the window. He pulled the drapes back to find iron bars on both the inside and outside. Oh, god! Don’t do this to me! He hurried into the small kitchen and found the back door. Same locks. All of the kitchen windows were barred, not that he could reach them. He went back into the main room and opened every door. He found another room like the one he was in. No windows. A closet, the bathroom, a stairwell! He ran down the steps and found a roomful of benches, wood boards and tables. NO WINDOWS! Tears flooded his eyes as he came to the realization that his master was far smarter than him.

He went back up the steps and had a brilliant idea. If there was no way out of the house, he could just kill himself! He had to get out! One way or the other, he needed to get out! He went back into his room and surveyed the chains. No, it would be too hard to hang himself. He ran to the kitchen and tried to open the drawers. They were all locked. NO! Returning to the main room, he remembered his bath. Yes, He could easily drown himself.

NO! WAIT! Why not wait till his master returned and club him with something? YES! That’s the ticket! He looked around the torture devices and found an aluminum baseball bat. Perfect! He grabbed the bat and took several practice swings. Yes, this would work. But when will his master return? It was still light outside. Josh went over the front window and sat down. He moved the curtain so he could see out, but not be seen. Now the waiting game begins.

*****

FUCK! Kevin looked at the tiny screen again in disbelief. He pulled off the interstate and dug out his laptop. He hooked a cable from the phone to the laptop and within minutes, he was online. He accessed his home security network and replayed the tapes, which showed the chains breaking one by one, then his slave eventually leaving the room on two feet. What the fuck! He switched cams and located the boy. He was sitting in the corner by the main window wielding the baseball bat. Perfect. He would ambush the boy and cause holy hell on him. Since he was only 45 minutes to the hospital, he would still go see his sister, but it would be quick, like five minutes. He would let the boy sit there and think about clubbing his master. But that would never happen, cause the stupid little boy was to naïve to think ahead. There was no way out of the house from the inside. He made sure of that. Even if by the miracle of god that the boy got out of the house, he would never make if off the property alive. The entire property was surround by 20-foot high electrified fences with razor wire on the tops.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the boy needed more time. He would spend the night with his sister after all. Let the boy suffer!