Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 10:09:27 -0400
From: RANDY WIGGINS <rwig@hotmail.com>
Subject: MISSING - CH 3-4

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MISSING PART 3



BY: RClayton



Jaden kept his eyes closed tightly as he felt Ray's hands pulling the
zipper of his shorts down. The button was popped next, revealing his white
underwear. He kept his breathing steady and tried not to think about what
was going to happen to him.

"I guess I need to untie your feet." Ray said. "I guess I could just cut
your clothes off." The man's voice was soft but there was a tone to it that
hadn't been there before. He looked at the boy sitting on the table,
watched his face with it's tightly closed eyes.  "I'm not sure what would
be more fun." He said. Ray stood looking at his prize, rubbing his chin
with one hand while he groped his own crotch with the other. The package
before him was so ready for opening but maybe he should wait until they got
to the big old mansion. He still had his doubts about the old house. Even
to him, it was a spooky, scarey place.

"W-what are you gonna do?" Jaden asked. He kept his voice soft.

"I guess we should just go on over there."  Ray said. He wasn't very happy
about having to interrupt the opening of his present to change location but
if he didn't they might not be able to sneak over before daylight.

Jaden could see that the man was distracted with his choices. He was hoping
that Ray would untie his ankles to walk to the old house so that maybe, he
could make a run for it.

Ray smiled.

Jaded breathed in deeply. He didn't like that look, not one bit. He
remained silent for fear of breaking the peace and sending the man into
another rage.

Ray walked up close to Jaden and reached over the boy's head to open a
cabinet. He rambled around until he found what he was after, then closed
the doors, sliding the lock back into place. He held the scissors in his
right hand. They weren't regular scissors though, he knew that these were
for cutting thin metal or heavy cloth and such.

Jaden watched the man move the sheers from one hand to the other.

"Are you going to hurt me with those?" Jaden asked.

"No, I'm not." Ray said. He took the sheers and cut through the rope that
held Jaden's sock covered feet together. He had removed the boy's tennis
shoes and left them in the trunk of the Mustang for later disposal as he
would with the boy's clothes. He wondered why he had bothered with fixing
the bike. Hell, just leave it in a Goodwill stand some place, he
decided. The idea of cutting the boy's clothes off still turned him on so
he decided that he would go with that. He looked at the boys now free
feet. Well, shit, he thought, why did I bother to cut those loose? His mind
rolled over and over, like waves crashing over each other in the ocean.

"Spread your legs wide, Jaden. Don't even think about kicking me either, or
I will use these on you." He pointed the sheers in Jaden's face.

Jaden did as he was told but with great reluctance.  The longer he could
stay alive and unharmed any worse than he already had been, the better. "I
can pull them off now." Jaden offered.

Ray looked at the boy and wondered if the boy was getting use to the idea
of becoming subservient to his new friend. "I'm not going to un-tie your
hands. He placed the sheers on the table and moved his hands to the boys
waistband. "Lift up as I pull."

Jaden tried to lift himself but with his hands tied he couldn't manage the
task.

"Hmm... can't do it without leverage I guess." Ray said. He picked up the
scissors again and opened the blades. He slid them up the outside of
Jaden's left leg. "This isn't going to work either." He looked at Jaden
then smiled again. "Lay down. I'll help you."

Jaden let Ray guide him back into his original position on the table. Jaden
wondered how many different personalities the guy hand rattling around in
his head fighting for control. There was no way this guy was sane. That,
above all else scared him the most because a crazy person was libeled to do
anything.

They heard the sound of the doorbell at the same time. There was a small
box on the wall above the garage door that rang with the front bell in case
someone was out here rather than in the house.

"Fuck." Ray snapped. He grabbed rope and tied Jaden's feet again. He looked
around before catching sight of the rag that had been throw at him
earlier. He reached down and picked it up, then tied it around Jaden's
mouth, shoving most of the filthy cloth between the boy's teeth. "I'll be
back. Don't move or you'll fall off and really get hurt.

Jaden nodded.

Ray left the garage by the side door, closing it tightly behind him. He
walked around the side of the house and approached the front door. He saw a
man in a dark suit standing at the door, holding the screen door open with
one hand.

"Can I help you?" Ray called out.

The man looked over to where Ray stood. He looked around him as he closed
the screen door. The well dressed man walked up to Ray. "I'm trying to find
my son. He rides by this way to get to school but he never showed up there
this morning and none of his friends have seen him all day." The man's
voice was thick with emotion.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Ray said.

"Are you a relative of Mrs. Harris?" The man asked. He looked at Ray as
though he suspected him of a crime.

"This is my aunt's house. I'm Rodney." Ray said with a smile.

"I am Grant Monroe." The man said. He felt a strange discomfort being so
close to the stranger. He had been the one to broker the sale of this house
to Mr. And Mrs. Harris ten years before. He couldn't remember there being
any siblings for either of the couple. He and Gail had been friends with
the Harris' until George had died. After that, Agnes had become a recluse,
and not very nice to anyone, especially the neighborhood kids.

"I've been working on my car all day and I haven't seen anyone. Is this
street always so quiet?" Ray asked.

"No, actually it's usually pretty busy around here day and night. Where is
your aunt?"

"Oh, she's back in Florida with my parents for a while. I'm house sitting
while I look for work in the area." Ray said.  He covered his tracks with
as much verbal shit as he could come up with.

"Is she ill?" Grant Monroe asked.

"Oh, she took a spill last week and cracker her hip. She'll be home in a
month or so. That's about as long as mom and Aunt Agnes can stand being
around each other." Ray laughed at his little joke.

"Yes, well. I guess I should be moving on.  Jaden's mother is pretty upset
and I am as well. The boy has never taken off or skipped school before."

"Jaden?"



"My son." Grant said.

"What an interesting name."

"It was his mother's idea. His eyes are a shade of green that looks almost
like jade." Grant said.

"Interesting." Ray said. He held out his right hand. "If I see any boys
with jade colored eyes wandering around, I'll be sure and tell them to head
on home."

Grant took the man's sweaty hand and shook it briefly to be polite. "Thank
you." He began to walk off down the driveway before turning around. "He has
really long blond hair and he rides an old black Schwinn ten speed."

"I'll sure keep my eyes out." Ray said.

Grant looked at the man's face with it's stupid looking grin. He found that
he had an instant dislike to the strange man. There was something behind
those eyes that bothered him. He walked to the end of the drive and started
on to the next house when he caught site of a red stain on the curb. He
bent door and found that it was blood, not much and still slightly
fresh. He looked back up to the house but the stranger was gone.

Grant got back to his feet before noticing a small notebook stuck slightly
under a bush near the driveway. He reached down and picked the book up. He
recognized the cover with it's familiar doodles and drawings and his son's
name at the top in a fancy scroll lettering his mother had taught him. He
looked back to the house again. Jaded had been here, recently, but had he
run into the strange man? He walked back to his Volvo and got behind the
wheel. He flipped through the pages of notes and more doodles for any kind
of idea of where his thirteen year old son was. He had the frightening idea
that the man who had called himself Rodney. He needed to find out if Gail
remembered Agnes ever mentioning a sister. He cranked the car and turned
around in the street to go back home, hoping that he was wrong and that
their son was back, safe at home with a really good excuse for his antics
of the day. Hell, as long as he was safe at home, Grant didn't care where
he'd been all day. God, just let
 him be back at home, he prayed.

Ray stepped out of the shadows beside the house. He had watched the man
examining the blood, then finding that stupid book or whatever it
was. Fuck, he thought he had searched the area so carefully before leaving
for the hardware store. He turned and walked back to the side door of the
garage. He closed his eyes, trying to regain his calm before facing the boy
again.

MISSING PART 4

BY: RClayton

Jaden heard his father's voice and wanted to scream.  He could taste the
grease on the rag tied in his mouth and had the urge to vomit. He knew that
there was very little chance of being able to get away from Ray. He just
prayed that he would eventually be free, and safe again. The odds were
pretty good that he would have to let the man fuck him and that made him
even sicker. One day, with the right guy, he wanted to taken, but not like
this. He prayed that Ray would just die, or leave and forget him. He prayed
the door would be crashed in and his father and the police would come to
his rescue before the man could do what he wanted.

Ray came back into the garage and closed the door.  He bolted it quickly
and walked to the table. "I just met your father." Ray said. His voice was
tense, almost angry.

Jaden tried to breath through his nose. His eyes burned but there were no
more tears left to cry. He wished that he had just rolled off the table and
broken his neck while the man had been outside with his father.

"I don't think he will be back tonight but to be safe, we'll just stay here
until right before dawn. That way when he does come back, we'll be gone."
Ray said. He crossed his arms and looked down at Jaden. The boy really was
very pretty. Too pretty to be a boy, that was for sure. He felt his cock
fill and harden again. It was time to have some fun.

Jaden saw the look and knew that time had run out.  Whatever was going to
happen, it was going to happen right now, and probably many times after. He
closed his eyes and thought about the dreams of what his first sexual
experience with another guy would be like. This wasn't even remotely in his
memory as a possibility. This was no dream, it was a nightmare.

"I'm going to remove the rag now." Ray said. He reached behind Jaden's head
and untied the knot. The area around the boy's mouth was smeared with small
bits of the grease and the skin was red from being tied under the rag. The
boy's lips were full, pouty and very sexy. He looked forward to pushing his
cock into that mouth and feeling the boy's lips move along his shaft.

Ray picked the scissors up and opened the blades at the bottom of Jaden's
shirt. He began cutting, quickly moving the blades through the thin cloth
to expose his smooth white skin. Once the shirt lay open he ran his fingers
over the boy's very light colored nipples.

Jaden kept his eyes closed as he felt the fingers moving over his body. He
felt dirty already. The man was just touching him and he wanted his father
to come back. God, please, let dad come back for me...

Ray took the scissors and cut away the sleeves. He then lifted the boy's
upper body and pulled the ruined shirt away, tossing it to the cold
cement. He examined the boy's chest and arms, feeling the smooth skin with
only slight goose bumps here and there. He could feel the fear rolling off
of the boy in waves and it made his cock jump in his pants. This was the
part he loved the most, well, almost the most. He grinned as he moved his
hands to the waistband of the white cotton underwear. The shorts had
already been opened earlier and since he had been forced to tie the boy's
ankles again, he would now have the pleasure of cutting away the denim
shorts and the cotton underwear as well.

Jaden felt Ray's fingers move beneath his underwear.  The sweaty fingers
moved over his pubes and his dick was suddenly being squeezed by two
fingers.

"Not exactly a stud are you?" Ray said. He laughed coldly.

Jaden closed his eyes tighter, not wanting to see the grin that went with
that awful laugh. He felt the tears he had thought gone begin to seep from
his dry and burning eyes again. He felt the cold metal of the sheers as
they slid up the side of his leg under the materiel of his clothes. Both
pieces were cut away, exposing his bare hip.

Ray went up the opposite leg before placing the scissors aside for the
moment. He took the front of the materiel and laid it back on the boy's
thighs, exposing the small cock and tight, hairless balls. Ray smiled as he
watched the small penis twitch several times and begin to grow. "I See you
are into this."

Jaden tried to think his dick back down. Through his fear he couldn't
understand why his dick was growing. He wondered briefly if the man was
right, if he was "into" what the man was doing, and was going to do, to
him. The idea made him want to scream.

Ray played with the small cock. It had grown to a respectable four inches
of thin boy meat. "How nice to show your acceptance like this. I knew you
were going to be the perfect boy for me." Ray said. He laughed again. He
reached out for the scissors to finish destroying the boy's clothes, and
his dignity.