“I think we should wait, I mean, it’s only been a week since we got rid of the other boy.” Trevor finished off his can of Dr Pepper and tossed it onto the floor.
“Don’t be a pussy! We’re two hundred miles from home. Nobody will ever link the two crimes.”
“Well, I hope you know what your doing, dad.”
“That one, right there. Red shorts.” He said as he slowed the car down and then stopped.
“Yeah, I see him. Nice legs.” Trevor giggled as his fears quickly melted away. He opened the door and climbed out, rubbing his crotch through his green mesh shorts. “Okay, be ready!”
He smiled as he slammed the door shut and strutted across the freshly cut grass to the soccer field where a lone boy kicked his orange and black ball around.
“Hey! Mind if I join you?”
The boy looked up and smiled. He needed a buddy to run drills with. “Sure! What’s your name?”
“Trevor. What’s yours?” He asked, staring directly at the boy’s Umbro soccer shorts, trying to determine how big his package was.
“Casey. You from around here?”
“Yeah, I live over on the other side of town.” Start kicking the ball! No more questions!
The two chased each other around the field, switching off from offensive to defensive. After twenty minutes, Trevor was huffing and ready to go. “Hey, you want to go get a Gatorade or something?”
Casey wiped the sweat off his brow, trying to catch his breath. He hadn’t been challenged for quite sometime. “Sure. I know a store two blocks from here.”
The two walked to Yogi’s market and Trevor paid for two bottles of Gatorade. He walked around the corner and led his new friend to an alley.
“What’s back here?” Casey asked, a little concerned.
“Nothing. I just like to drink back here since its quieter.” Trevor glanced behind him to see the blue Crown Victoria ease into the alley. It was time to act.
“So what school do you go to?” Casey asked, sitting down on a wood milk crate.
Trevor walked behind the boy and wrapped his arms around the boy’s neck. Casey kicked and struggled but was no match for his attacker. The car screeched to a stop and a man jumped out, grabbing Casey around the waist and picking him up in one sweeping motion. Trevor reached in and released the trunk as his father kicked it open with his knee. He threw Casey in and Trevor followed, pinning the boy to the floor. The trunk was closed and the man hopped in and sped off.
Trevor wrestled with Casey, trying to get his arms behind his back. He did not like working in the dark, but it was the quickest way to do it. Casey screamed and fought with all his might. After several minutes, Trevor kneed the boy and he stopped struggling. The wind was knocked out of him from being jabbed in the chest. Trevor took advantage of the moment and tied the boy’s wrists behind his back. He then tied the ankles and connected the rope to the wrists, creating a very sloppy, but workable hogtie.
“Just shut up and you’ll live through this. Got that!”
“What do you want from me?” Casey asked, struggling to free his hands.
“Just some pictures of you. That’s all. If you do everything we ask, we’ll let you go. But if you fuck around, we might just kill you like our last victim.” Trevor fumbled around and found the spotlight and turned it on. The trunk lit up and he could see the boy clearly now. He searched some more and found the roll of duct tape and ripped off a piece and gagged his victim. He spun the boy around and checked the ties, making some adjustments. He then lifted up the boy’s mesh jersey, exposing the waistband of the red soccer shorts.
Casey was terrified. He didn’t know what was going on or why another boy duped him into being kidnapped. He just stared at him as he kept touching him.
Trevor scooted closer to his victim and yanked the sides of his shorts down, little by little until he unveiled the white boxer shorts. He reached into the slit on the front and dug around, pulling out a small cock. He rubbed and squeezed it, smiling once it started to grow. He reached his other hand in and grabbed the boy’s small testicles, holding them firmly. Yes, this boy would do.
*****
His father was crazy. There was no other way to put it. Lyle’s behavior changed dramatically following the death of his wife. Trevor missed his mom, but it happened when he was six, so he didn’t think much of it at the time. His father grieved for two months then he starting taking his stress and frustrations out on his son.
The first time, he tied Trevor up to his bed and fondled his genitals. Two weeks later, he tied a rope around his tiny cock and yanked it until his son cried. Then his father started fucking him in the rear. Things quickly progressed to full-scale bondage where Trevor would be tied up for hours at a time with every limb immobile. If his father had to leave town for business or what ever it was he did on the weekends, he would be tied up for two days straight.
A few years back, Lyle introduced electricity. Trevor resented the torture at first, but then he got used to it. By the time he was ten, he was being tied up on an almost nightly basis. Later that year, things changed dramatically.
That’s when his father kidnapped a seven-year-old boy for the sole purpose of training his son. Trevor was afraid and cried most of the time, but then slowly learned the tricks of the trade. He enjoyed having the power over a helpless human being, to do whatever he could think of and not have any retribution retaliation from the victim. The first victim was dropped off at a park the next day. The second victim was not so lucky.
Nine-year-old Tyler was Trevor’s first solo victim. He lured the boy home after school and tied him up, like his father taught him. He gagged him with a pair of dirty underwear and sucked the boy’s dick to a dry orgasm. He went to the kitchen to get a snack and when he came back, his victim wasn’t moving. He poked the boy in the stomach and nothing happened. The boy had choked and suffocated to death. Trevor was horrified. He didn’t know what to do. His father would be home shortly and he would freak out if he saw a dead boy in his house. After crying for ten minutes, he decided to carry the boy out and toss him in the dumpster behind the house. As he was dragging the boy down the steps, his father entered through the front door and saw Trevor dragging something. He ran up and grabbed the lifeless body and tried to perform CPR. It was too late. He wasn’t angry. In fact, he was a little turned on by the sight of a dead boy. The two drove up into the mountains and buried the boy. Weeks pasted with no major breaks in the story, just an abducted boy. They soon forgot about it and continued their kidnappings, returning everyone within 24 hours.
The pictures started the year before. Lyle discovered several websites soliciting specific pictures and liked the prospect of making big money. The bondage scenes became more intense and they kept the kids twice as long. The pictures sold for big bucks and they were motivated to do more wild and exotic things.
Up until Josh, they had no problems. But for whatever reason, his disappearance was reported on the news the same day, highly publicized. They would never know that the boy’s father was an anchorman for a local station and was the first to break the story.
Now, a week after they killed their first victim on purpose, they were at it again. Trevor was getting tired of the routine. Not that he didn’t enjoy himself once the helpless boy was in his hands.
*****
Trevor continued to fondle the boy’s penis and had an idea. He didn’t bring any of the regular bondage equipment, but he could improvise. He dug around and found a wire coat hanger. Perfect. He unwound the top and straightened the wire. He grabbed the boy’s erect cock and pulled back the foreskin. The boy squirmed and yelled into his gag, but Trevor just hummed as he stuck the end of the hanger into the tip of the cock. He inched it down slowly, until he felt resistance. That must be where the urethra twists around. He’d seen pictures in his sex-ed book. He bent the wire right at the tip and wrapped it around the base of the mushroom shaped head. He pulled tight and made two revolutions before bringing the wire back up. He forced the foreskin to run over the wire around the base and then brought the wire down to the base of the cock. He made two tight wraps and continued down to the cushy ball sack, wrapping it twice. He tried to separate the balls, but couldn’t. Oh well. He’d do that soon enough. Once the cock and balls were securely wrapped, he ran the remainder under the boy’s crotch and to his anus. He reached around and poked the end roughly into the hole and pushed it as far as he had slack.
He felt better now, seeing the tears in the boy’s eyes, hearing his murmurs and cries. He pushed the backseat down and climbed into the cabin of the car and closed the seat behind him. After slipping into the front seat his father asked him what took so long.
“It took a while to secure him, then I bound his cock and balls with a coat hanger.” He smiled and pulled a Dr Pepper out of the glove box.
“Good, I’m glad you’re still having a good time.”
Yeah, I’m having a great time. Was Trevor starting to feel guilty of his secret sins? Maybe, but he was knee-deep in the mess that his father got him into. There was no turning back now.
*****
The
trunk was opened and Lyle lifted the sleeping victim out and carried him down to
the basement. It had already been
decided that they’d keep this boy for a week, at least.
They would take zillions of pictures and sell them slowly.
This would be the last boy for quite sometime.
Casey was placed on the doctor’s table and while Lyle held the boy, Trevor removed the boy’s clothes. Once Casey was strapped securely in, he woke up. He fought against his bindings and screamed. His dick ached, more discomfort than pain. Where was he? He remembered being in the trunk and being tied up, and then his cock and balls were manipulated with some type of wire. Now he was strapped down on his back. He looked around and saw the boy setting up a tripod. A camera was placed on top and aimed at his crotch. Two more cameras were set up, one capturing his entire body and one aimed right at his face.
Trevor then opened a drawer underneath the table and pulled out a voltage regulator. Using the coat hanger turned out to be an excellent idea, allowing him to hook clamps right to the wire. Like always, he would be doing most of the torture and his father would come fuck the boy’s hole twice daily. Starting off with the electricity would cause the rest of the torture to hurt more, a thought that pleased Trevor. And since school was out, he would spend 16 hours a day with his victim. So much to do and so little time. He replaced the tape gag with a ball gag and added a blindfold. He checked the wires and turned on the juice.
The raw electricity surged through Casey’s body like wildfire. His hip and lower body jerked and convulsed uncontrollably. His dick and anus got the worst of the shock and Casey squirmed and screamed into his gag as the inner flesh was being fried. After a moment of respite, the shock continued with breaks every five minutes. After two hours of being traumatized intermittently, the wire around his genitals was removed roughly. His blindfold and gag were removed and Trevor came up and stood over his face.
“Okay. How you feeling right now?”
“My dick hurts! What did you do to it?” Casey whined.
“I fried it. Now it’s time to take some pictures. If you screw around, I’ll whip you, then shock you harder than just now. You understand?” Trevor pulled out a whip with a five-foot tail and tapped it on Casey’s belly.
“Yes. Please don’t hurt me!”
“Okay, just do as I say and you won’t get too much more punishment. I’m going to untie you and then I lead you over to that bed.”
“Okay.”
Trevor undid the ties and Casey sat up, and then hopped down. His host led him over to the bed and handed him a pair of lavender briefs. He put them on and was directed to lie on the bed. Trevor took dozens of shots, periodically pausing to rub Casey’s sore cock hard. Ten minutes later, Trevor produced a pair of wrinkled gray gym shorts. Casey removed the briefs and put the shorts on. He wondered what the small white circles and blotches were, but had other things to think about. Several dozen pics were taken as Trevor slowly masturbated himself. He’d cummed in Josh’s shorts every day and now this new hot boy was wearing them. Later on, he would wear Casey’s shorts to bed.
The evening ran late as Casey posed in yellow bike shorts, a jockstrap, several pairs of mesh shorts, a speedo and several pairs of underwear. The last item was a girl’s one-piece swimsuit. Casey gawked at the pink and blue spandex suit Trevor pointed to the whip sitting on the table and Casey quickly slipped into the suit. He brought the crotch up and reached behind and pulled the shoulder straps into place. He was surprised at how comfortable the suit felt against his body. After taking some pictures, Trevor led his victim to the wood-framed bed and laid him down on his back. He took some more pics and then tied the boy’s wrists and ankles to the corners of the frame.
Trevor opened a drawer under the bed and pulled out some zip ties and twine. He wrapped the twine tightly to the ties and pulled the gentiles out from behind the colorful suit. He grabbed the small sack and squeezed the balls apart. He zipped tied each testicle as tight as he could. Casey winced as the plastic bit into his skin, his eyes following his tormentor as he wrapped a thick tie around the base of his dick and clinched it tight. The pain, which was dull, turned into a pulsing and racking infliction. His cock turned from tan to light blue and he could see his veins popping out. Trevor tied each testicle rope to the side rail. He fed the cock rope through a small hole in the bottom of the swimsuit and stuffed Casey’s genitals back under the fabric. He pulled the cock rope and tied it to the foot of the bed, pulling it as tight as he could. The bulging cock and balls were well defined through the thin, stretchy material. Trevor took pictures for ten minutes, capturing every possible angle. At ten, he was tired and left his victim for the night.
Casey slept most of the night, but woke up early with the need to relieve himself. He yelled for help but nobody came. He didn’t want to pee on himself for fear he would be punished. By four in the morning, he had no choice and peed. He cried out in pain as the inside of his cock burned and stung from the urine. The warm piss sprayed onto his belly and dripped down his sides. A large pool soaked his back, which became cool quickly, giving him the chills. Shit! He hoped the pee would dry fast, but the odor would still be there. Damn.
Two hours later, Trevor waltzed in with a bag of bread and a Tupperware bowl filled with water. What is that smell? No! He didn’t!
“Did you piss on yourself?”
“I didn’t mean to! I couldn’t hold it any longer!”
“Well, just for that, no breakfast for you!” Trevor stuck the food on a shelf in the corner and approached the bed. He felt the sheet and then he grabbed the small bulge. Still damp. “Well, we’re gonna have to clean you up. Won’t we?”
“I’m so sorry. I really am!”
“I’m sure you are, but it’s too late for apologies.” Trevor untied the ball ropes and pulled them down to Casey’s feet. He tied each rope to his big toes and then untied his limbs. He untied the cock rope and pulled it hard, making his victim yelp. “Sit up and jump down!”
Casey brought his knees up and swung around, careful not to tug his balls too hard. Jumping down wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Trevor led his victim to the staircase, pulling him by the cock rope. Casey gasped with each step as he was forced to walk fast. Going up the stairs offer a moment to relief until they reached the top. The pace picked up as they walked through the house to the bathroom. Trevor brought out two pairs of handcuffs and slapped one pair onto each wrist, connecting the loose end to opposite bars on the sides of the shower stall. He stepped out and removed the red soccer shorts, which he wore all night. He stepped into the stall and removed the showerhead, which was on a ten-foot hose and turned on the hot water.
Casey stepped back, as the cold water hit is legs and feet. The water turned warm, then hot, then scolding hot. The water stung and burned his sensitive skin. His moans turned into shrieks as Trevor sprayed down his entire body. The steam fogged up his eyes and made it harder to breath. The hot cloth clung to his body and prolonged the burning sensation. Trevor peeled back the crotch area and shot the scolding hot water onto Casey’s genitals. He screamed and kicked his feet at his attacker. Trevor yanked out the limp cock and pulled back the foreskin and switched the showerhead to a high-pressure stream and cleaning the glans and piss slit. He ignored the screams and yells and moved down to the bulging ball sack, then to the anus. Once Casey’s body was clean, Trevor turned off the water and stepped out. He grabbed a hair drier and blow-dried Casey’s hair and limbs. He spent twenty minutes drying the swimsuit and finished off with the feet.
He led Casey back down to the basement and tied him onto the exercise bench. He pulled the rear of the swimsuit to the side to expose the red genitals and butt cheeks. He retied the ball and cock ropes to the legs of the bench and slapped the hot bum before him. He ran his finger around the pink anus and tickled it. He then penetrated with one finger, then two. He worked his fingers in a circular motion, stretching the hole as wide as he could. In the four years he had been torturing boys, he’d never actually fucked one. He pulled down his red shorts and pumped his cock into a five-inch rod. He grabbed some lubricant and rubbed it around and in the anal hole, then onto his own cock. He was ready.
Trevor massaged his rock hard cock against the anus. He liked the feel and prepared to insert. The first thrust was hard. His cock felt funny with the tight muscles pinching tightly around it. But it felt good! He humped the boy’s bum while holding onto his shoulders. After five minutes, he was ready to cum. He increased his tempo and blasted his load into the boy. He was out of breath and rested his chest and head on the boy’s back. Wow, what a feeling. No wonder why his father liked to fuck young butts! He cock eventually shriveled up and he pulled out. His father walked in and pulled down his tight jeans. His ten-inch cock caused a great deal of pain for the boy. Once he launched his load, he left as quickly as he came. Trevor reinserted his cock, which slid in much easier this time. He humped Casey for thirty minutes, shooting three smaller loads. Yes, he would have to do this more often. He realized that the smaller the boy, the tighter the ass would be. Now he would have to kidnap a young boy.
*****
Trevor moved his victim back to the wood framed bed and tied him up again. Casey’s genitals still stuck out of the swimsuit. Trevor pumped the boy’s cock to an erection and licked the tip. Tasty. He spent ten minutes playing with the rock hard cock, pumping lightly, then hard. He could see when Casey was ready to cum and stopped. Then he would slowly pump as precum oozed out. Then hard pumps until the tip exploded. The cum landed on the boy’s stomach and Trevor stuck his tongue out and licked up a small amount. Salty and creamy. He licked up all of the cum and then licked the cock clean, running his tongue under the foreskin. Another first and another reason to continue kidnapping boys.
He retightened the zip ties and tied the ropes to the foot of the bed. Trevor climbed up on the bed and pulled down his shorts. He aimed his ass over Casey’s crotch and grabbed his cock, poking it at his anus. His spit was still on the cock, so he figured that would be enough lube. The cock went in slowly and then he put all of his weight on the cock. He bounced his butt up and down until he could feel a small amount of cum shoot into him. He lay back, resting his head on the footer of the bed and stretched his feet around Casey’s head. He was enjoying himself immensely this time around. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, the cock still loosely in his butt.
Casey wiggled, trying to adjust the weight pressing on him, but it was useless. His cock and balls were being crushed. Within a short time, he too fell asleep, dreaming of the day he would be released from his captors.