Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 17:22:14 -0400
From: RANDY WIGGINS <rwig@hotmail.com>
Subject: MISSING - CH 2 - GAY/ADULT YOUTH?

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MISSING - PART 2



BY: RClayton



"Stand up, Jaden." Ray said after several minutes of watching the boy sit
there crying. At first it had been a turn on but now it was just getting
annoying. "Now."

Jaden looked up at the man who had kidnaped him. He sent a look of pure
hate at the man. He had only accepted the man's invitation to help because
he seemed so open and friendly. Now, look what a mess he was in.

"Don't make me force you up." Ray said. He had removed the sunglasses and
left them on the hood of the car.

Jaden got to his feet. He looked down, seeing that he had scraped his knee
enough to make it bleed. His face burned so bad he hadn't even noticed the
pain from his knee.

"Look what you've done to yourself." Ray said. He moved to the work table
and opened a drawer, removing a semi clean rag.  "Clean yourself up,
Jaden. You are a mess."

Jaden took the offered rag and began to wipe the smeared blood away from
his skin. He then started on the grease.

"Take off your clothes, Jaden." Ray said.  He had returned to leaning
against the front of the car.

"No, way, man." Jaden said. He felt the strength of his defiance.

"Jaden..." Ray said. His voice was full of warning and annoyance. "I told
you what I would do."

"Then do is asshole. I'm not going to help you." Jaden tossed the greasy
blood stained rag at Ray's chest.

The rag hit the perfect white and blue striped shirt, leaving a brownish
red stain in the center.

"You little fuck!" Rah slapped Jaden to the ground again before kicking him
in the gut. "I told you not to make me mad."

Jaden tried to bring his body into a tight ball. The pain filled him,
making his muscles contract. Tears rolled down his face in long streams.

"Damn it. Jaden, why are you making this so hard on yourself?"

"I hate you!" Jaden cried out.  "Bastard." He gave into the pain and tears.

"Fuck!" Ray yelled. He started pacing along the side of the old
convertible. "You looked like such a little sissy boy. I thought for sure
you would be the perfect boy for me to play with, but no. You have to be a
defiant little brat." He waved his arms in the air as he continued his
ranting. "Boys! Damn it, why do I have to want fucking little brat boys?"

Jaden held his eyes closed tight as he held his knees to his chest. The
pain was easing but he didn't want to get hurt again. He didn't want to
give in either, but god, the pain was so bad when the man struck at him.

Ray continued the pacing and talking to himself for several minutes. His
words ran to gibberish as he yelled at the dusty ceiling of the old wooden
building.

The man was crazy, no doubt about that. Crazy and mean too, just like his
aunt, if that was who Mrs. Hunter had been. Jaden wondered if Ray had
really killed the old woman. He decided he'd rather not know, if he'd kill
his aunt, he'd kill anyone, especially a teenage boy who tried resisting
him.

Ray walked back to where Jaden lay on the cold floor. He went to his knees
beside the boy. "Jaden, I'm sorry, buddy."  The man said softly. He ran his
hand through the curly blond hair. "I get upset sometimes and forget
myself." He kept running his fingers through the thick hair. "You are so
pretty, baby. So pretty. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Jaden didn't respond, nor did he open his eyes. He tried to make his mind
believe it was his mom's fingers in his hair, that is was her voice telling
him it was time to get up and get ready for school.

"Do you forgive me, baby?" Ray asked. He could hear the begging in his own
voice and didn't care. He had to try and turn things around. If he didn't,
he'd have to kill this one and try for another boy.  He thought about Matt,
who lay in the stinking house rotting away along side his aunt. He had
picked Matt up at an arcade and the boy wouldn't stop screaming when they
had gotten in the house. He'd made him so mad that he had just broke the
twelve year old's neck with one hard jerk of his hands.

Fearing another attack, Jaden nodded, and tried to say yes.

"Thank you my boy." Ray said. He kissed Jaden's head. "You are such a sweet
boy." Ray went on.

God, please get me out of this. Jaden prayed to himself.

Jaden woke up as the sun was going down. He tried to move but found that
his arms were tied in front of him at the wrists.  From the way his legs
felt, they were tied at his ankles as well. He opened his eyes but saw only
darkness. The smell of gasoline was strong and he could tell he was in a
cramped space. Where was Ray?

Ray stood at the work bench replacing the broken chain on Jaden's bike. He
had tied the boy up and put him in the trunk of the mustang when he left
for the hardware store. A few more minutes he'd have the bike fixed as he
had promised and they could go over to the mansion.  He had already stocked
the old house with provisions funded by Aunt Agnes's cookie jar mad
money. In fact, he'd found money hidden all over the house. More than
enough to buy everything he would need to keep his boy and himself well fed
and cared for.

Jaden pushed against the wall with his sneaker covered feet. If he could
get his arms to wake up he would try knocking to get his captor's
attention. The smell of the gas was getting to him.  He had figured out
that he was in the trunk of the old car, and that it probably had a gas
leak.

Ray moved the repaired bike to the ground and leaned it against the wall of
the garage. Now, time for Jaden to wake up so they could go to their new
home. He went to the back of the car and unlocked the trunk. Pew, gas, he
thought. "Fuck! Jaden?, Jaden are you okay?" He said. He prayed the boy
hadn't died from the gas fumes. Why hadn't he remembered to get that damn
tank fixed?

Jaden tried to move again. He was very sick to his stomach and felt like
throwing up. He hadn't eaten breakfast, and missed lunch so there wouldn't
be anything in him to throw up but he still had the urge to.

Ray pulled the gag from the boy's mouth and removed the blindfold.

Jaden stared coughing hard.

"Thank God! I was afraid you had suffocated." Ray lifted Jaden out of the
trunk and carried him to the work bench and placed him on top of it. "I'm
sorry, Jaden. I forgot about that leak."

Jaden looked at him through burning, blurry eyes. He felt like the man was
going to kill him without even intending to. He wondered how crazy Ray
really was.

Ray looked at the well tied boy. He had wanted to remove Jaden's clothes
while he had been sleeping but decided against it.  He wanted to enjoy the
process, and hoped that Jaden would change his mind about letting him play
with him. His anger was gone now and he felt much better, sorry for the
pain he had caused Jaden earlier though. That had been unfortunate.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"  Jaden asked. His voice sounded
strange, and his throat had burned when he tried to speak. He was
thirsty. "I need some water, Ray." He said.

"Oh, okay, sure." Ray said. He moved to the passenger side of the car and
reached down into the sack from the convenience store. He walked back to
the table with a bottle of fresh Spring water. Ray twisted the top off and
moved it to Jaden's mouth.

Jaden took the offered water gratefully. He tried to control the flow into
his throat but soon started choking.

"Oops." Ray moved the bottle from Jaden's mouth. "That better?"

Jaden nodded. "A little more, please?"

Ray returned the bottle to Jaden's mouth, letting the boy have a short
swallow before pulling it back and replacing the cap. "Better make sure you
can keep that down before you have any more. I really am sorry about the
trunk, buddy."

"It's okay." Jaden said. His head throbbed and his throat still burned but
he was able to breath better now. The dusty confines of the garage was
easier to stand than the trunk of the Mustang.

"It's after eight. I guess we can head over to the house now." Ray said. He
helped Jaden sit on the table but didn't untie his hands or ankles.

"You fixed my bike." Jaden said as he saw the old Schwinn laying against
the wall. "Thanks." He added before Ray could get upset.

"You're welcome, Jaden." Ray said as he ran his hands up and down the boy's
smooth thighs. He worked his hands under the denim cuffs of the shorts as
far as he could.

Jaden tried to ignore the man's hands as they moved over his body. He
didn't want to do what the man had in mind but he didn't think he could
take the beating the man would give him if he kept up his resistance. He
was also afraid that Ray would flip out again and actually kill him the
next time.

"Such a pretty boy." Ray said as he moved his left hand over Jaden's cloth
covered crotch. "Such a pretty, sweet, boy." Ray said again.

Jaden closed his eyes and tried not to think about the hands that touched
him as he listened to Ray chant.

"Such a pretty, pretty boy."

TO BE CONTINUED...