Date: Sat, 03 Oct 2009 22:59:18 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Kidnap Victim

		       ME AND DADDY'S KIDNAP VICTIM
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I heard the noises in the night that Daddy first brought the guy
home. The sounds of the struggling, the angry noises, the sounds of Daddy
hitting the guy a few times. Then things quieted down and Daddy went to his
bed and went to sleep. Me, I stayed where I was, on my pallet in the pantry
off the kitchen. Daddy had moved me in there, saying he'd need my room for
a while. It was okay, though there were more roaches in there than in my
bedroom, and some mouseholes that I spotted and stuffed rags into. I was
used to mice sounds in the walls; we had those all over the house, but if
you had to sleep on the floor, sometimes the mice would come up and bite
your feet while you slept.
     Daddy sounded angry the next morning, so I stayed in the pantry with
the door closed while he ate. After a time, he left. That sounded good to
me, so I got up and went to the bathroom. That would take me past my
bedroom, the one that Daddy needed.
     Leon was sitting in a chair in the hallway outside my bedroom. "Hey,
Andy." he said to me.
     "Hey, Leon." I said. Leon was holding a pistol in one hand and a
bottle in the other. He lifted the bottle (it was vodka, clear as water)
and chugged at it.
     "Can I get back into my room now?" I asked when I came out of the
bathroom.
     "No way, kid." Leon said to me. "Your Dad would kill me if I open that
door without his say-so."
     "I just wanted to get Teddy." I said.
     "I thought you were over that!" Leon scoffed.
     "Just while I'm sleeping in the pantry." I said. "It's spooky in
there."
     "Okay." Leon said. "You stay here and I'll go get your fucking teddy
bear."
     "Thank you." I said somberly and watched carefully as he opened the
door and closed it behind him, then again when he opened and closed it as
he came out.
     Daddy had a man tied to my bed. He was sitting up, with his hands
bound to either side of my bed's headboard, and a gag tied over his
mouth. His lower part of his body was covered with my blanket, so I
couldn't tell if Daddy had also tied his legs somehow.
     I took my old teddy bear and went back to the pantry. Inside, I lay
down again and sucked my thumb a while. Slept a bit more, too, I think.
     Everything was quiet when I woke up again. It was now about ten
o'clock. I went into the kitchen, fixed myself a bowl of cereal and washed
out the bowl and spoon and set it where I could get it again, but Daddy
wouldn't find it. If Daddy found it, he'd use it and not wash it, then I'd
have to scrub out the crud that had dried on it before I could use it.
     After that, I went very quietly back into the living room and peered
down the hallway. As I'd figured, Leon had passed out from drinking that
vodka. Daddy should know better than to leave Leon to guard someone. Leon
would drink as long as he had something to drink. I guess Daddy hadn't
known that Leon had that bottle of vodka!
     I slipped past him and opened the door to my bedroom. It didn't have a
lock on it and I went inside and closed the door after myself.
     The guy had been sleeping, but he woke up when I closed the
door. Turned his head to look at me. Daddy had stripped him down to only
his underwear. I could see that he was pretty strong, he had muscles
sticking out on his arms and shoulders and even on his stomach were these
two rows of little bump-like muscles like you see in the movies a lot. His
hair was dark brown, his eyes were a beautiful green color, his face was
smooth and clean and regular and the skin shone like it was all brand new.
     "Hello." I said to him.
     "Mph-mph!" he said in response.
     "Oh, I'm sorry!" I reached out and pulled the gag down off his mouth
so he could speak.
     "Thanks." he said. "Can you untie me now?"
     "No way." I said, shaking my head. "You're Daddy's, and he would get
mad if I untied you. I have to leave his stuff alone."
     "Please, kid, you don't understand. He grabbed me and dragged me
here."
     "I know." I admitted. "I heard you last night when he brought you
here."
     "But...but..." The guy took a long, shuddering breath. "Okay. You're
his son?"
     "Yeah."
     "Who are you?"
     "I'm Andy."
     "Andy. How old are you?" I told him.  "Shouldn't you be in school?" he
went on.
     "Daddy doesn't believe in schools." I said. "He says that they're full
of crap."
     "So what do you do all day if you don't go to school?"
     "I watch television or play. I can play if I do it quietly, when Daddy
isn't here."
     The guy thought about it. "Must be lonely." He seemed awfully calm
about being tied up here in my bedroom like he was.
     "Uh-huh." I said, then brightened. "But now you're here, and I can
talk to you."
     "Sure, we can talk." the guy said. Then, "How about you untie my hands
and I'll get out of this bed and we can go sit and talk in the living
room?"
     "Nu-uh!" I said quickly.
     "You could tie me up again before he gets home." the guy said
cunningly.
     "No way." I said emphatically. "If I untied you, you'd leave and Daddy
would get mad."
     "We wouldn't have to tell him you let me go."
     "Daddy could tell." I said. "I can't untie you. Can we still talk?" I
asked.
     He took another of those breaths that quivered like crazy. "Sure." he
said. "What do you want to talk about?"
     I jumped onto the bed beside him and said, "What's your name?"
     He answered all my questions, his name was Devin and he worked as a
stockbroker. I guess his family had a lot of money which was why my Daddy
had kidnaped him. He liked playing baseball and football and liked a lot of
the same things I liked.
     After a while, I began to run out of questions, and he took the chance
to say, "Andy?"
     "Yeah?"
     "Now that you and I are friends, can you untie me now?"
     I shook my head, but it was sadly, now. "I wouldn't dare. Daddy would
get mad."
     "But I have to go to the bathroom." Devin explained. "I can't do that
while in bed."
     I considered this dilemma. Devin was right, you can't go in the
bed. But I couldn't untie him. Maybe I could wake up Leon and Leon would
let him go.
     Then I remembered a long car ride we'd taken, Daddy and me, before
we'd come to this town. I'd had to go and... "Which one do you need? Number
one or number two?"
     Devin blinked. "Huh? Oh...uh, number one."
     I was relieved. "Is that all?"
     "I need to go number one pretty bad." Devin said.
     "Sure, but I know what we can do." I got up off the bed. "Be right
back."
     I bounced over to the door and only remembered Leon at the last
second. I opened the door quietly. Yep, Leon was still out. He probably
would be until Daddy came home and woke him up. Daddy would be mad all
right.
     I went to the kitchen and dug in the refrigerator. Yeah, the
mayonnaise jar was still in there, and mostly empty. I dumped the rest of
it into the trash and washed it out quickly and took it back to Devin.
     "What's that?" he asked me when he saw it.
     "A piss jar." I said. "You can go number one in this." I said. "Just
stick your wienie in there and let it go."
     "You still have to untie my hands so I can take it out and hold it in
that." Devin pointed out.
     "Oh." I stopped. "I can't do that."
     "So untie me. At least one." Devin wheedled.
     "I can't." I whined.
     "But we got to do something."
     "Well...." I considered this conundrum and came up with an answer. "I
can hold it while you go!"
     "You?" Devin said, stuttered. "But...but...."
     "Sure." I said, beaming. "I can take it out for you, hold it while you
do it, and then put it back in."
     "Well...."
     I got up on the bed again, puzzled. How was I going to hold a
mayonnaise jar steady and Devin's wiener at the same time? I finally got
straddle of one of his legs and put the mayonnaise jar between his
legs. Now, if his wiener was long enough, I could put it over the edge of
the jar and he could go like that.
     Now to get it out of his briefs. I reached into the fly of the briefs,
where his peter lurked, and it was nice and big. Sure, it'd be long enough
to reach like this. I could keep one hand on his briefs to hold them out of
the way, the other on his dick to steady it and the jar could just stay
where it was.
     I caught hold of his wienie and I tugged it out of the briefs.
     Something was wrong here. It had been soft when I got hold of it, but
now it was getting all hard. And growing, too!
     "Great jumping jeepers!" I said, just like a guy on the old Superman
TV show I watched would always say. "What's wrong with it?"
     Now it was fully hard, and not bending at all. It pointed right up to
the ceiling.
     "It's...it's nothing." Devin said.
     "Why is it all hard?"
     "It's because you're holding it." Devin said. "God, I got to piss so
damned much!"
     "What should I do?"
     "Let go of it." Devin moaned. "Maybe it'll go down if you let go of
it."
     I did and his dick slowly softened. We settled for me holding the
mayonnaise jar up against his weiner in a way that it aimed down into the
jar and after a bit, Devin was able to convince his peter to pee in the
jar. A thick yellow stream poured into the old jar, and it went on and on,
more than half filling it up. I was wondering if it was going to overflow,
but then the stream slowed, stopped, jerked out a few more spurts, and then
it was done.
     "Ahhh!" Devin said. "God, that's better."
     "Sure." I said and I put the mayonnaise jar over on an old wooden box
by the side of the bed which I used to keep my stuff on when I got into
bed. "You really had to go, didn't you?"
     "Yeah." Devin said.
     "I didn't know it would get hard just because I touched it." I
said. "Why did it do that?"
     Devin shrugged, sort of. "Because your hand felt good."
     "Yeah?"
     "Yeah." Devin said. "Uh, can you put it back inside my briefs again
for me?"
     "Okay." I said. "Uh, it's getting hard again."
     "Hurry, put it back in for me."
     I tried, but it was too late. "I can't." I said. "It's too big now, I
can't get it back inside your shorts." I was pulling at his briefs, and
pushing at his wienie, and the skin on it kept slipping up and down on it
as I tried to push it inside.
     "Ooh! Oh! Oh, oh!" Devin gasped as I pushed on his peter.
     "Am I hurting you?"
     "Oh, oh, no!" Devin said. "Feels good. Real good!"
     "Yeah?" I regarded his dick curiously. "You like it when I do this?" I
pushed the skin back on his wienie and let it slide up again, then pushed
it down again.
     "Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, that, do it some more!" Devin croaked.
     I wrapped my hand around his peter and began to pump it up and down,
and the faster I pumped the more he loved it.
     "Oh, yeah, uh, more, more, God, yeah, more, more!" Devin
groaned. "Like that, baby, like that! Oh, God, yeah, pump my cock for me,
Andy, pump it nice and hard! Oh, yeah, oh, yeah!"
     "Boy, it's getting harder. Warmer, too!"
     "I'm going to shoot, Andy, I'm going to shoot!"
     "Shoot what?"
     "Shoot...my...load...UH-GUH-GUHHH-UHHHHHHH!"
     And I saw what he meant. Boy, there was this huge spray of white goo
that spurted up out of his wienie and it landed all over his chest and
stomach. It was like a fountain, and it smelled really strong and kind of
musky, like my Daddy's armpit smelled one time when he was asleep on the
couch and I snuggled under it.
     Devin was groaning and moaning still. "OHH, OH, UH, UH, UH, GHHH, UH,
uh!" he guttered out as his load kept squirting. He only stopped after it
stopped, and then he was panting hard.
     "Wow!" I said, all wide-eyed. "I didn't know they could do that! What
is that?"
     "Uh, uh, whooh!" Devin blew out a huge breath. "That's called come,
Andy. Or sperm, that's it's proper name."
     "What is it?"
     "It's what happens when you play with your dick after you're older."
Devin explained.
     "Yeah?"
     "Yeah, and it's hot and kind of salty-tasting and sometimes kind of
sweet-tasting." Devin finished.
     "Salty-tasting?" I said, made a face. "You mean people eat this?"
     "They lick it up like it's the best thing in the world." Devin agreed.
     I looked at the hot white clumps on Devin's body.
     "You want to try it out, see what it tastes like?" Devin offered.
     I thought it over and said, "Yeah. Just one taste."
     "Okay. Go ahead."
     I leaned over and put my tongue onto one of the clumps. It didn't
taste like so much and I ended up pulling the entire amount into my mouth
by sucking it up off of Devin. That gave me a real taste.
     "You're right, it's kind of salty-tasting." I agreed. "But it's not
sweet."
     "No?"
     "But I like it anyway." I said, grinning.
     Devin grinned back at me.
     "Can I have some more?" I asked him, eagerly.
     "Take it all if you want." Devin agreed. "Not like I can clean myself
off with my hands tied up."
     I took to lapping all over his chest and stomach. Lastly, I scarfed
the last bit of it off the head of his cock. When I did, it began to jerk
and swell again.
     "Is it going to get hard again?" I asked Devin.
     "Maybe." Devin said.
     "I'd better put it away before it does." I said.
     I did so, and started to settle down to talk to Devin some more, but
then I heard Daddy's car in the driveway outside the house. "Got to go!" I
said quickly and got out the door. Leon was still drunk and dead to the
world and I got past him and safely back to the kitchen where I sat at the
table with Teddy and waited as Daddy came in the back door, walked past me
with a "Hi, there!" to my greeting, and on to the hallway where Leon lay
sound asleep.
     Daddy was furious with Leon and hit him a lot. When I heard that, I
went back into the pantry and closed the door. Daddy came in and opened the
door and I cowered. Sometimes Daddy gets mad enough to hit me even when I
didn't do anything.
     "Did you help that guy in your bed to take a piss!" he demanded of me.
     Caught. I didn't dare try to lie, I said, "Yeah, Daddy. He asked me to
and Leon was asleep."
     "So you used a jar to let him take a whizz?"
     "Sure, Daddy." I said. "I knew I shouldn't untie him and he had to go
real bad."
     Daddy considered this. "Okay, then. You did good, Son. A real chip off
the old block."
     I smiled at that, and Daddy smiled, too. "Another couple of days and
we'll have a lot of money off that guy." He went on. "You and me will run
down to Mexico and live there for a while. How does that sound to you?"
     "Okay." I said. "You'll let him go when you get the money?" I asked
Daddy.
     "I'll take care of him when I get the money, yeah." Daddy said.
     I knew then Daddy planned to make Devin disappear. Like he did that
other guy over a year ago.
     "Do you have to?" I begged Daddy. "Devin's nice. We talked a lot."
     "He's money to us, nothing else." Daddy said warningly. "It's Daddy's
business, Andy. Don't do anything to make me regret keeping you around."
     "Okay, Daddy." I said. "Can I go outside and play?" When Daddy agreed,
I made a trip to the store at the corner. I had to steal what I needed but
I don't guess you'd be surprised by now to learn I had to steal sometimes.
     The next day, after Daddy left, I went to see about Devin. Leon was on
the door, his face all messed up from Daddy's fists hitting him.
     "What do you want?" Leon said to me angrily.
     "I want to see Devin."
     "Fuck off."
     "I just want to talk with him. I won't untie him or nothing."
     "Fuck off."
     "If you'll let me see him, I can get you another bottle of vodka." I
said cunningly.
     "You can?"
     "I picked one up at the store yesterday." I said confidently.
     Leon looked at me, bit his lip, decided. "Okay, kid, you get me that
bottle and you can talk to Devin." As I went to get it, I heard Leon say to
himself. "I'll just drink a little of it. Don't drink all of it, it'll make
me pass out."
     I just smiled. Anytime Leon gets a bottle, he always drinks all of
it. He can't stop himself.
     So I gave Leon the bottle and went in to see Devin.
     "Sorry I got you in trouble with your father last night." Devin said.
     "Huh?"
     "He saw the jar of my piss."
     "Oh." I said. "It's okay. Daddy didn't hit me this time or nothing."
     "Shit." Devin grumbled. "Andy, do you want to get out of here too? You
could come with me if you'll untie me."
     "I gave Leon a bottle of vodka." I said. "All we have to do is wait
until he finishes it. About an hour."
     "Any ideas what to do until then?"
     "Do you have to go number one again?"
     "No." Devin admitted.
     "Good." I said and reached for his briefs again. Devin just laughed as
I laid hold of it.
     Devin taught me how to suck his cock. I had the general idea, and just
needed a bit of instruction and soon I was bobbing my head up and down on
his huge pud and he was moaning like crazy. This time, I was going to get
his sperm hot off his wienie! I bet it tasted even better that way!
     And it did, he moaned and squirted and I found my mouth full and then
some! I gulped it down as fast as I could, but there was so much that I
choked and some of it went up my nose and I coughed and the come dribbled
out of my nose while I kept on gulping.
     After that, at Devin's suggestion, I got out of my own clothes and got
up on the bed. By standing over Devin with my feet underneath both his
armpits, I could let Devin suck my own dick into his mouth. Devin couldn't
move his head much, but he used his tongue on my little dick a lot and
after a while, I reached down and began to move his head for him. Devin let
me do that, and soon I was quivering and felt my own little climax strike
me, so nice, so very nice, though I didn't let a single drop of anything
gush out when I did it. It felt real nice, though.
     "That felt terrific." I told Devin as I finished and lay down beside
him on the bed. I snuggled up like I had with Daddy that time, but where
Daddy had woke up, grumbled, and pushed me away, Devin just smiled at me
cuddled up against him with my tiny prick nudging him in his side.
     We talked for a long time and then I got up to check on Leon. He was
way drunk, far too drunk to do anything though he wasn't passed out, he
just looked at me and moaned. I saw the vodka bottle had a few swallows
left in it, and I lifted it to Leon's lips and helped him drink it. Leon
smiled at me fuzzily when I did, and I went back into my bedroom and
started untying Devin. I got him untied and when we left, Leon was still
conscious but his eyes were closed and he was mumbling to himself.
     With Devin wearing a pair of Daddy's clothes, we got outside and found
a neighbor to call the police for us. Daddy drove up about the time we had
just finished explaining to the police who we were. Daddy didn't fight,
just put his hands up and went with them peacefully.
     I ended up in the home they keep for kids in my situation, but I
wasn't there all that long. A week or two after I freed Devin, I was called
to the main room to see Devin standing there. I rushed into his arms and
hugged him hard.
     "These are most unusual circumstances." the home manager was
complaining. "I don't see how the office approved this."
     "They did, and that's all you need to know." Devin said.
     The manager call his main office, and then I was told to get my stuff,
I had a foster father for while my Daddy was in jail.
     Devin, of course. He did it by explaining that I had saved his life
and he wanted to pay me back by getting me out of that group home. But you
can guess the real reason he did it.
     And with my Daddy just being sentenced to twenty-five years in prison
and more charges coming as Leon tells them about the other people Daddy had
kidnaped, and some he made disappear, I think I'll be staying with Devin
for a long, long time!

				  THE END
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