TREVOR-PRODUCTIONS

BY VOIKOVE

The story you are about to read is entirely fictitious. No real person, place or situation is portrayed. No story of mine contains any real character, thing, place or situation. No story of mine implies that I would like to see it or any part of it happen in RL. My stories are simply an exercise of mind.

Trevor, 7 years old, round about 1,20 metres tall (48 inch), 40 kg, fairbrown hair, green eyes, indoor child, white skin, no sunbathing because he had an allergy to the sun. He was with his parents in Africa, in the land Zimbabwe at the outskirt of the city Nyamandhlovu. A city with a lot of poor people and slums in the surroundings, outside the city in the vicinity was nothing, some small villages, but not worth mentioning. His parents were documentary filmmaker, they were searching for a group of people, who made old bangers there in an old way. They needed it for their next movie.

Trevor was really bored. He sat at a wall in the shadow on this very hot Monday and watched his parents how they negotiated with the natives. He worn old Nike sneakers, a black short and a cap, a blue T-Shirt was shoved half in his shorts, so he was topless. On account of his sun allergy he had to sit in protection of the house. He didn't want walk along with his parents, but he had no choice. So he sweated in this terrible heat instead of swimming in his home country.

In the middle of the morning Trevor saw a boy his age walked along the wall. Then he stopped in front of Trevor. This kid smiled at him so Trevor returned. The black boy bended over Trevor, suddenly grabbed his cab and ran to the next side street afterwards and down there. Trevor jumped up and followed the boy screaming, but his parents were too busy to hear him and the other folk didn't care. The boy was very fast, with great difficulty Trevor could follow the boy. They ran along several streets, left, right, up, down. He didn't know where he was but he didn't notice it, all he wanted was to catch this thief. He saw the boy jumping in an old house, it was nearly the last house in this city, at the end of this town. He followed in this house and heard a door closed in the first floor. Trevor ran upstairs and saw a door rattling, open and shut because of the wind. 'There he must be' Trevor thought. He jumped through the door. 'Give it back asshole!' he wanted shout, but something hit his head from behind and Trevor passed out.....

Later he woke up. 'What in hell happened' he thought. Trevor tried to move or talk or look around, but nothing worked. Then he realized what was going on. He laid in a cart which was pulled from a donkey. Trevor was naked, gagged, blindfolded and very good hogtied. His arms tied by his elbows and wrists, the legs by his ankles, lower legs, knees and thighs. The ankles and wrists bound together to an effectively hogtie. His arms tied several times to his chest. The big toes tied together and to the ankles. He had a big package of stuff in his mouth fixed with a lot of rags. Also rags over his eyes. A blanket over his body to hide it. Trevor tried to get his bonds lose but it was useless. 'What wants this boy from me?' He hoped his parents were searching for him at this time and they did, sure, but they had no idea in which direction their son had run. After nearly 20 hours awake and bound in this cart the donkey stopped. Trevor was very hungry and thirsty and he had to pee since 3 hours, but he didn't want to pee on himself, so he waited. He felt the blanket was put away and he was lifted up. That couldn't be the boy, he was too weak to lift Trevor this way. Then he was laid on the ground. He felt small stones and little branches pressed in his skin. He could hear three people talking in a foreign language. It was in the morning the next day, so he blacked out round about 4 hours. Trevor was scared, he writhed and squirmed in his bonds. The three people left this place and Trevor was alone, but he knew he was in the near of a house. He heard some different noises, it seemed they worked on something.

After a while Trevor heard a person coming. The person untied him and stood him up, next the gag and then the blindfold got lose. It was the boy who abducted him. He looked around, the sun still burning on his skin. His eyes got used to the sun. There was nothing around him. A tree and one small house, the rest was steppe.

"What do you want? What are you doing? I have an allergy to the sun. I must go in a shadow."

The boy pointed to a lonesome tree: "Make your toilet things!" he said in a hardly understanding English.

"But.."

"Go!" He shouted.

Trevor went to the tree, peed and shit there under the observation of the boy. He cleaned himself with a leaf, and then he went to the house led from his kidnapper.

"Let me go home, please!" Trevor begged.

The boy handed him a piece of flat bread, it wasn't much but better than nothing. He bolted the bread down, during he was brought into the house in a room at the side. The room looked like a lumber room, but for what, they had nothing except Trevor. 'Oh shit' he thought. There was something like a table in this room, but the tabletop had the form of an X. 'What is that for?'

"Lay on table" the boy said in his choppy English.

"Why?"

"DO" the boy shouted and pushed him.

Trevor saw no other way and did as ordered. His body rested perfect spreadeagled on this big X. The boy bound Trevors ankles to the table with a lot of rope. The same with the knees, lower legs, thighs. The he bound the arms to the table at the wrists, elbows and upper arms. Now Trevor knew why the table looked like an X, so the boy better could bound him on it. The boy bound his chest with a lot of rope to the table.

"Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?" Trevor asked.

"Age?"

"Mine, I'm seven years old."

"Name?"

"I'm Trevor. So tell me why?"

"Look Trevor. Your balls don't produce semen, but your prostate produce juice. We know a man who buys this juice, but he wants it from white boys. I don't know why and I don't know why he needs this juice. I don't ask why. It's not my problem. I give the man what he wants and I and my family survive."

"But ... But I'm a free person. I'm a boy from Europe. I spent my time mostly in Europe. And I go to school in Europe. You can't do that to me."

"Not from now."

"Why in fucking hell you caught me?"

The boy smiled. "That wasn't my idea. This man who buys the juice came to us 3 days ago and told me how we can save our family. After he initiated us in his plan, my parents agreed. I was chosen to take through this plan. The man wanted you and as you see it worked."

Trevor shook his head to digest this. "You mean it was planned to kidnap me? But why this man wanted me?"

"I don't know, I haven't asked."

"I can't believe it. It was planned and I walked into your trap. But what had happened if I didn't try to catch you?"

"Nothing. You would be free and we would try a new plan so long till we catch you."

"You mean you hadn't stopped? Oh god, so I had no choice, sometimes you had caught me? My life was already planned for you?"

"Yes. But that is not important. Now you are here."

"But this is my body, not your profit."

"That's your opinion. So I said, now you are here and you will serve us till you produce semen."

"What will happen than?"

"Dog food. But this lies in the future, there are a lot of years between."

"My parents will find me before."

"I don't think so, they have no idea where you are. This is a piece of our plan."

"Oh fuck you. You can suck my balls!!"

"I'll do that. Now listen. 2 times a day we let you make your toilet things."

"Toilet things? Listen to me ."

"Shut up. 2 times a day a little bit food. For the rest of the day tied to this table. If you are against the rules you will be punished. Understand?"

"Hey, listen to me, I ."

"Understand?"

"Yes I understand, but I mmmmhhhh."

The boy shoved rags in his mouth and fixed them with other rags around his head and the table. He laid two rags on his eyes and fixed it with another rag around his head and table, so Trevor couldn't move his head so as the other muscles.

The boy went and got a second person. "This is my little sister, she help me to milk you."

He ordered the girl to caress Trevors nipple to stimulate him. The boy began to pump Trevor penis and play with his testicles. Then he put a finger in his anus and played in his anal canal. Trevor groaned and tried to move, put he was too strong tied, he had to wait what his kidnapper do to him. After 5 minutes pumping and stimulating Trevor felt a new feeling and then he spurted his cum out of his boner. The boy caught everything and stored it.

"That's good. From now 5 times a day." Then the boy and the girl left the room. Trevor was alone, tied naked to this table and used as a milk cow. And this happened every day to him, they feed him a little, bring him to shit and pee to the tree and masturbated him 5 times a day. The Masturbation was a great feeling for Trevor, but it was too much, and the food was too less for Trevor, but he had no chances to escape sometimes.

After three weeks the man who buys the cum came to the house. He had a close look to Trevor. "Yes, this is the perfect boy. He would give great cum." he said.

"You are happy. Great. Any problems?"

"No, his parents visited me and asked for help, because I live here for over 30 years." The man laughed. "I sent them to the wrong track. They will never find the boy. That's why I'm here for over 30 years." And he laughed again. "Good work. Make cum and you got money."

Trevor couldn't believe his ears. His parents will never find him. But he didn't give up his hope. The man fucked Trevor in his ass and then gave the boy the money. From this day the man wasn't heard from Trevor for a long time. His daily torture went on and he couldn't escape. This black boy played with his body like a toy. Every try to escape ended in a disaster. He got caught after a half mile in his best try and was terrible punished. His whole body ached from the bondage. The whole day bound to this table, only 2 times a walk of 10 minutes. The family lived from his cum and so the whole family took care of Trevor. So they kept him alive and massaged his sore laid places and stimulated his whole body. He never talked since his abduction except he got feed and he never used his eyes. They kept him naked in this room, he had no need to talk or see to them. His only job was to produce his prostate juice.

After a few months Trevor spreadeagled tied to the table, gagged and blindfolded as usual thought: 'Why in fucking hell I wanted my cap back? Now this boy robbed my cap, my virginity and my life. Great! But he said he had caught me sometimes. Why me, all what I want was a chance to handle my life." Then he felt asleep.

What would he experience next??