Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2007 10:12:04 -0800 (PST)
From: John Roberts <darkroad53@yahoo.com>
Subject: Abduction in a small town = Part 3

After being held captive, and forced to endure
sadistic bondage, torture, and sexual assaults at the
hands of a group of small town police officers, I had
been told that I will not be released; instead, I will
be turned over to a neighboring town constable. In the
midst of a fitful sleep, I am awakened by a hard slap
on my naked ass.  "Time to get up pussy. You're new
owner is on his way."  My wrists are unlocked from the
headboard allowing me to sit and prepare myself for
the day.  Two of the men grab me by the shoulders, and
I taken to the main room of the cabin and told to
kneel before my tormentors.

As I kneel naked, feeling completely humiliated, and
still feeling the effects of the previous day's
torments, my legs are kicked wide apart and I am
ordered to keep my hands behind my back. I am again
given the crushing news. "You're leaving here today so
someone else can have some fun with you. You'll be his
property and his boy, and you will do anything he
demands."

Looking into the eyes of each officer for mercy, I
pleaded, "Please, Sirs. Please, let me go. I've done
everything you wanted."

"Shut the fuck up, boy. You'd think that after having
your ass and mouth fucked like you did, you'd shut up
and accept it. You can't do anything about this.
You're going with this guy whether you want to or not.
Understand, you stupid fuck!"

"But, sir, " I cried.

"Okay guys, get this cunt ready!"

As I continue to plead for my release, my arms, still
behind my back are roughly jerked upwards, my head
shoved to the floor, and cold, steel handcuffs locked
my wrists together.  "Since you can't keep your
fuckin' mouth shut, asshole, I'm going to make sure
you keep quiet."

"Get me a gag for this cunt."

As I am held down on my knees, my head is roughly
jerked backwards, and the officer screams, "Open you
cocksucking mouth, CUNT!"  In gripping fear and
terror, I hold my mouth wide open and a large ball is
jammed into my mouth, making me grunt and struggle
against its size. Straps are forcefully pulled back
over my head, around my face, and under my jaw. Once
they are buckled together, all I can do is moan.  I
kneel in submission hoping the torment will stop.  I
don't want to submit to them, but I see no way to
escape.  They have held me captive against my will,
made me suck their cocks, and repeatedly raped my ass.
 But even though I have suffered, I can't keep my cock
from responding to the pain and stimulation; every
time I am attacked, I physically respond and am
aroused by their torments.  Somewhere deep inside, I
secretly crave the abuse, torment, and punishment they
force on me.

My thoughts are interrupted when one of the officers
approaches me,  reaches between my legs, and grabs my
cock and balls.  Lifting me to my feet, he screams,
"Bend over asshole and spread your legs!"
Knowing I must obey, I get into position. He grabs my
cock and balls again and jerks them backwards. I let
out a loud, painful moan though the ball gag torturing
my mouth.  I begin to breathe harder the more my fear
of them grows.  I step forward trying to get away from
the pain, but I am jerked backwards. So I stand still,
trembling.  I feel my cock being slid through the
rings of what they call "the gates of hell" that I had
worn before.  Then a strap is buckled around my balls.
Just for shear sadistic torment, my balls are given a
savage slapped that sends a sharp shock of pain
through me.  I scream into the ball gag, a muffled,
"No, No. Please don't hit me."

"Get use to it CUNT!"  You're in for a real hard time.
After one day with you  new Master, you'll be begging
for us."  These words cut deeply and frighten me even
more. These men have forced me to do many degrading
things, and I can't image what else he will make me
do, but I am terrified.

Although my cock and balls are harnessed, to add to my
humiliation, one officer begins to massage them.  The
stimulation makes my cock harden.  Then, grabbing me
by the ball gag straps, two officers glare into my
face and taunt me, "So, you really like this
treatment.  Your cock is hard.  Excited about what's
going to happen to you slave boy? Can't wait to suck
cock and take it up the ass again, huh?  Just hold on.
He'll be here in a few minutes."

"Get me the ankle cuffs.  I don't want this cunt to
think he has a chance to run." Turning to me with the
cuffs in hands, he taunts me,  "You're really in for
it now, cunt; our friend loves to work over his
slaves; you'll perform or suffer."  Two black cuffs
are padlocked to my ankles and a two foot chain strung
between them. "Give me another chain for this cunt..
I want him to know that there is no escape."
The chain is attached to a ring in the middle of my
handcuffs, drawn tightly through my legs so my hands
are against my back, slipped though a ring in my cock
harness, then cinched up tightly and clipped to the
ring in the ball gag.  There was just enough chain
hanging free to use as a leash. Then I am forced to my
knees by a yank on the chain. I hit hard and groan
again.  "He just pulled up, cunt.  Now you'll find out
what real torture is."

As they leave me kneeling naked and totally
restrained, they walk out onto the porch laughing. I
shiver and whimper, while saliva drips from around the
ball gag that makes my jaw ache and keeps me quiet. I
fear that I will never be able to endure the torments
ahead.

Although I am scared my cock is hard and sensitive,
and I know if he sees me like this, he will know I am
excited by the bondage and harsh discipline meted out
by the men.  So, I lean over in my restraints trying
to hide my swollen cock and balls.

A moment later, they all walk in and stand over me.
"This is the fuckin' slave boy cock sucker we have for
you today.  Make him do anything you want. We don't
care.  We're done with him for now, so you can use
him.  When you're done drag him back here and lock him
in the shed out back."

The constable stares down at me and mockingly says,
"Good.  I like the looks of this cunt.  I like to make
skinny little boys suffer and cry until they are
broken. Then they become eager to perform as my
slaves.  I can break them with repeated forced cock
sucking and ass fucking.  Then they become docile and
very fearful of me. And, look, this one's already
excited. His puny little cock is hard even in the
harness"

Grabbing me by the hair, he growls down at me, "Maybe
you would like to eat me right here and right now, huh
boy?"   All I can do was groan into the gag.
"I'll take that as a yes.  You can show me in front of
your friends here just how much you like to suck cock.
 My balls are heavy with a load of cum you can eat for
breakfast. Get this cunt's mouth open."
As the gag is unbuckled, I begin to whimper knowing
that I am in for a long, hard time with this guy.  A
stinging slap across the face shuts me up. My abuser
then grabs my hair and drags me over to a chair.  He
strips off his shorts and reveals a long, heavily
veined thick cock that begins to harden. When he sits
down he grabs the chain that is still attached my cock
harness and jerks me between his hairy legs. Holding
my ears, he guides my face to his crotch.
"Open your fuckin' mouth and lather up the head of my
dick with you tongue, CUNT."

As I stare at the long, hard cock, I slowly and meekly
open my mouth and take in the head, licking the
sensitive underside, and gently sucking the crown. He
groans,  "This cunt is good.  He must be afraid of
punishment. And that's good.  The better you perform
pussy, the easier it will go for you.  I can be nice
to live with or very nasty depending on how you
behave. Keep sucking, and I'll tell you what to do."

Although I am feeling completely humiliated at having
to perform oral sex on this man in front of other men,
I keep my tongue swirling around his cock, knowing
that as long as I pleasure him, he will not punish me.


"You've got one sweet mouth, cock sucker. Move your
mouth down and suck on my balls for a while.  I want
them hot and wet before I shoot a load of cum into
your mouth."

I slide my mouth down his shaft feeling every ripple
and vein. Then I open my mouth wide and suck, tasting
and feeling his hairy balls.  I swirl my tongue around
each ball just as I did his cockhead, moaning as if I
enjoy what I am being forced to do.  Then he slides
forward on the chair.

"Lick underneath, slave. I want to feel your tongue
licking me between my legs."  I have to strain forward
because my wrists are still cuffed and hooked to my
cock harness, but I manage to get my tongue under his
balls. As I stare into the darkness of his crotch, I
begin licking and sucking, feeling his hot, saliva
slick balls on my cheek and eyes, and smelling the
mixture of my saliva and his sweat.  "That's it; work
hard, lick and suck; show us all what a good cock
sucker you really are."  I just moan softly to myself
and continue the humiliating service that is demanded.


"Okay, cock sucker, its time you get your first taste
my cum, my hot load of cum to fill your stomach. Suck
my dick, hard.

I move my mouth over his cock and take as much of him
in as I can. His cock is longer than my mouth, and I
feel the tip of his cock against the back of my
throat. I suck hard, bobbing my mouth up and down as
my spit lathers his shaft.  Over and over, I cram his
dick in my mouth making slurping and gurgling sounds.
I lose all track of time, but I don't forget who else
is in the room. I am so humiliated that I cry
silently. I want this degrading experience to be over,
and I don't care any more if this guy I am eating is
going to drag me someplace else. I suck and lick until
I hear him groan loudly, and I feel his cock getting
thicker and filling my mouth even more.

I know he is about to cum when he begins to thrust
into my mouth ramming his cock against the back of my
throat. Finally, I taste the first drops of cum as
they spurt from his cock.  Then larger globs of sticky
cum shot fill my mouth as I try to swallow all of it.
For the final insult, he pulls his cock out of my
mouth and shoots two globs on my face. Taking his
hand, he rubs the cum on my lips and cheeks, then
makes me lick what is left off his fingers and hand.
Then he steps back and slapped me hard across the
mouth.

"I like the way you suck cock, slave boy, and I can't
wait to get a piece of that ass either. I keep my head
bowed not wanting to look at my abuser.  Sensing my
humiliation, he grabs my hair again and glares at me,
"Look at me cunt.  I didn't hear you thank me for
letting you suck my cock.  Do you want me to punish
you?"

As I try to clear my mouth of the last of his cum, I
blurt out a "No, please don't punish me. I'm sorry."
"Then thank me.  Kiss my cock and say, 'Thank you sir
for letting me eat you.'"

Once again I lean forward, kiss his cock, and mumble,
"Thank you sir for letting me eat you."
Slapping my face, he screams down at me, "Not like
that cunt.  Kiss my cock and then look me in the eyes
and thank me.  Now do it again, or get punished."
With my face, still stinging from the blow, I lean
over, kiss his cock, then look up to meet his eyes.
As he stares down at me, I say meekly, "Thank you sir
for letting me suck your cock."

"That's better cunt.  You're learning. Okay, I'll take
this boy with me for a while.  And when I'm done, if
there is anything left, I'll dump him on your
doorstep."

"Okay, man.  Have fun." Turning back to me, he growls,
"Get up cunt. You're going with me!"
My knees and legs ache from having to kneel for so
long on the hard floor, but I manage to struggle to my
feet. As I stand facing my tormentor, he takes the
ball gag and shoves it into my mouth again, buckling
the straps to my head.  With the chain in place, I
expect to be led out of the cabin and into his
vehicle.

Instead, he takes a whip and beats my ass and legs as
I shuffle with the chain between my ankle cuffs
slowing me, out the front door and down the steps.
Then I see his vehicle.  He drives a black Hummer.  I
am taken to the back door where he places a collar and
leash around my neck.  The inside of the Hummer is all
padded with hooks and chains he uses to restrain his
slaves.  He shoves me into the back slamming my body
on the floor. I cannot move fast enough because of the
restraints, and this angers him.

He beats my entire body with the whip as I writhe
about screaming around the ball gag trying to avoid
the stinging strands of leather. When I stop trying to
avoid him, and just lay there breathing heavily, tears
streaming down my face and drooling from the ball gag,
he stops beating me. Adding to my humiliation, he
rolls me from my side to my back, spreads my legs, and
rubs my cock through the harness until it hardens.
Then he shoots several pictures of me naked, cuffed,
gagged, and harnessed. My hard cock will make it
appear that I am enjoying this treatment.

When he drops the whip, he speaks to me, "Get on your
knees and face the front of the truck.  I've got to
get you ready for the ride.  And don't ever be slow or
hesitant in obeying me; you will be punished. If you
dare defy me, it will be worse than what you just
experienced. Understand?"

I nod my head and moan in fear and understanding, and
then I roll to my stomach, drawing my legs up under me
so I can kneel as ordered. When I get into position,
he climbs into the back and begins attaching chains to
my restraints.  The leash is hooked to the ceiling;
two chains from the sides of the box are also hooked
to the collar around my neck, holding my head in
place.  A chain from the floor is hooked to my cock
harness, and two more chains are attached to my ankle
cuffs. He completes my imprisonment in the vehicle by
strapping cuffs around my thighs and hooking their
chains to the sides of the interior.  Restrained like
this, I cannot move.

"One more thing, cunt.  Since you are going to be
fucked, I think you should start getting use to it
right now."  Even though I cannot see him, I know what
he is about to so.  He takes a lubricated butt plug
and roughly shoves it up my ass which painfully opens
around the thickest part, then closes around the thin
base, keeping me from being able to shove it out. I am
extremely uncomfortable, but know I have no choice but
to endure his torture.  Then I feel him hook the plug
to the chain between my handcuffs.  "Now we're ready
to go."

Slamming the doors behind me, I am left alone in the
darkness of the box.  I can see out of the smoked
windows , but nobody can see in, so I have no chance
to be rescued.  My journey into new sexual torment and
slavery begins when he guns the motor, and we speed
off.  The ride is torturous for every time the vehicle
sways or goes over a bump, my body is jerked in one
direction or another by the slack in my restraint
chains.  I won't be injured, I am reminded constantly
that there is a plug in my ass, a ball gag in my
mouth, a collar around my neck, a harness on my cock
and balls, chains on my ankles, and cuffs on my
wrists.  I am in a predicament.  If I ever expect to
be freed, I will have to endure his torments until he
tires of me.

The ride seems to last for an hour when I feel the
vehicle turn off a paved road and onto a gravel one
that tosses me around even more. After a short ride,
he stops, and the sinking feeling in my stomach makes
me whimper. I know that my ordeal is about to begin.
My cock, which has softened during the trip, begins to
get hard again. Embarrassed that he will find like
this, I groan in disbelief.  Maybe it is better this
way.  Maybe if I don't resist him, he will not torture
me and just make me perform, please him, and satisfy
all his desires. I breathe deeply and wait because he
has left me and has gone into his house for something.


When he returns, he slaps me on the ass and asks,
"Ready to go, slave?"

I nod my head as best I can, so he will unchain my
body and take me into his house.  The chains come off
quickly, and I am pulled to my feet just out side the
back of the vehicle. I  have been restrained in the
box for so long that my legs are weak and stiff.  He
gives me a moment to straighten up, then he grabs my
leash and says, "Follow me, cunt!"

I shuffle along behind him moving as quickly as I
could so he will not beat me.  Instead of taking me
into the house, he leads me to a spot between two
wooden beams that has a bar about seven feet off the
ground connecting them. Throwing the leash over the
bar, he pulls it down until I am standing on the balls
of my feet.  Then he ties it off giving me no slack.
"You're going to cool off here until I want you in the
house.  Relax  and enjoy the scenery. I'll see you
later."

It was near the middle of the day, and despite the
shade above me, I begin almost immediately to sweat
from the exertion of having to stand on the balls of
my feet so I won't strangle myself.  How long he will
be gone, or how long I can last is a mystery.  I try
to keep calm, knowing that I could be my own worst
enemy.  Surely he will return before I am completely
exhausted.  I wait as the sweat pours off me, and I
wobble on my burning, trembling legs.

He must have been watching me, for when I begin to
shake uncontrollably; he comes outside walking over to
me carrying a whip and a hose.  "Looks like you need
refreshing, CUNT."  He turns the cold water on me and
sprays head to foot. For a short while, the water
feels good, but since it is so cold, I begin to shiver
and plead with my eyes for him to stop.  Seeming to
take pity on me, he turns off the water.

As I stand there still straining on the balls of my
feet, he draws the whip back and savagely slashes me
across the backs of my legs. Then he hits me again as
I begin to scream into the ball gag.  Each and every
slash sends currents of pain through me, and I begin
to lose control.

Knowing that I am in agony and close to panic only
makes him laugh and continue his beating.  After
countless lashes, he stops and watches me try to
regain my composure as I writhe about and cry as I
hang from the leash. After I stop struggling and just
hang there, weak legged and breathing heavily, he
releases the tether. I fall to my knees in exhaustion,
not caring if I am covered with mud or anything else.

I want to escape because I know I cannot endure his
tortures.  My arms have been locked behind my back for
hours, and they ache horribly.  The ball gag and butt
plug tortures my mouth and ass, yet I can't get any
relief no matter what I do.  I begin to weep openly,
my mouth drooling, and my nose running.  I look up at
him asking for mercy.

Knowing I am suffering and my spirit is broken, he
walks up to me and unlocks the wrist cuffs and the
ball gag.  I let out a deep sigh of relief and force
a, "Thank you, sir."

"Stand up, bend over and grab you ankles.  I'm going
to remove the butt plug for now."

When I lean over he pulls the plug out of my ass as I
grunt again in relief. "Now stand straight with you
hands behind you head. And don't move."

I obey him immediately, and he removes the gates of
hell imprisoning my cock and balls. He replaces the
device with a cage that is more comfortable.  It
covers my cock and balls so I cannot touch them, and
so that I cannot get a hard on without causing pain.

"You'll wear this harness all the time unless I feel
like torturing you, or unless I want to play with your
pathetic cock and balls.  Don't expect to cum.  You
are not here for your pleasure, just mine."

Once the harness is in place, he puts a leather cuff
on each wrist and attaches a two-foot chain between
them.  Now I stand naked with cuffs and chains on my
ankles and wrists, and a slave collar around my neck.

"If you behave yourself cunt, this is what you'll wear
while you're here.  If you disobey me, your mouth will
be sucking on the ballgag, and your ass will be
sucking on a butt plug while I beat you with a whip.
Understand?"

Bowing my head, I say quietly, "Yes, sir."
Picking up a leash, he takes me around the side of the
house where hidden from view, he has constructed a set
of stocks.  "You know where to put your head and hands
CUNT so get moving."

I reluctantly bend over and lay my head and hands in
the padded cut outs. My heart drops when he closes the
top rail over me, and I hear the lock click.  He
attaches chains to my ankle cuffs to keep my legs
spread.  In this bent over position my mouth, ass,
cock and balls are all vulnerable to his assaults.

"Now I'm going to have some fun with you, slave boy."
First, he takes off the cock and ball harness.  Then
he grabs my balls and pulls, yanking them down and
holding them away from my body.  Then he slips
something around them.  When he lets go, I felt the
weight of the torturous device.  "This is called a
parachute.  I can add as much weight as I want."  It
isn't painful, but I can feel the pressure on my balls
as the weights pull on them.

Walking up to my face, he grabs my jaw and glares into
my eyes, saying, "I've been told that you've been
fucked in the ass before. I like to fuck my slaves
too! And I plan on fucking you a lot!  But, before I
do, your ass needs an enema. I want a clean open chute
when I stick my cock in you!"

When I let out a groan, he laughs and says, "Come on,
boy, you know you love it.  Your cock was standing
straight out when I came to get you.  You couldn't
wait until we got here,"

I feel him rubbing lube on my asshole; then a hard
intruder is shoved up my ass.  "I like to use a thick
anal lube on my slaves.  It makes their hole nice and
slippery so they can take it easier and more often."
As these angry words abuse me, he releases the hot
liquid into my bowels.  It flows and flows causing my
abdomen to jut out painfully.

Laughing at me, he says,  "Hey, cunt, if you can get
loose, you can go home.  After all, I'm a sporting
man."

All I can do is moan and accept the torture, for there
was no way I can get away from him. "I'm going in the
house for a while.  Your enema needs to work on you
for a while. Don't go anywhere."

As the time passes slowly, the torture becomes nearly
unbearable.  My balls ache, and I cannot bend over far
enough to let the weights touch the ground.  He saw to
that.  The fluid in my bowels is doing its work and
causing severe cramps.  I try to expel the fluid, but
the plug is too big, and I don't have the strength.
That's when I begin to plead for relief.  "Please,
sir; please.  Let me get rid of this stuff in me.  It
hurts so much."

Hearing my cries, he walks out onto the porch and sits
down.  "You just don't get it, CUNT.  You 're here for
my pleasure, not yours. You've got no rights.  I'll
decide when it's time.  Until then, you'll suffer.
And you can scream your head off. No one can hear you
anyway."

He goes back into the house, and by the time he
returns, I am crying uncontrollably.  My balls ache
from the weights swinging back and forth as I try to
find a less painful stance. My guts are screaming from
the enema.

Walking up to my ass, he puts his hands on my hips and
says,  "I think you've almost had enough. But before I
give you some relief, you owe me.  You're going to
suck my cock again, to thank me for giving you just
what you want. And you want this don't you, cunt. You
like being my slave boy, don't you?"  When he begins
slapping my ass with his bare hand, I give him the
answer he wants. "Sir, yes sir; yes sir; thank you for
taking me as your slave; I'm here to please you; thank
you Sir; I'll do anything you want, sir!"

Walking around the stocks, he stands in front of my
face and says, "Okay, you stupid little fuck; if you
want it so badly, open up you pussy mouth and eat me!"
When I don't react fast enough, he slaps me across the
face and rams his cock into my mouth.  "I said, EAT
ME, FUCK!"

While he holds my head, I keep my lips and tongue
around his cock as he fucks my mouth.  The stocks
makes it impossible for me to do anything but submit,
and the pains in my gut and in my balls make it
difficult for me to concentrate on anything else.
His dick slams into the back of my throat over and
over gagging me and making it  almost impossible to
breathe. I suck in and blow out gushes of air between
each thrust, but he shows no mercy.  All he wants to
do is get off in my mouth. When he begins to facefuck
me harder and faster, I know he is about to shoot his
cum into my mouth.  After one hard thrust that chokes
me, he pulls back and his cum spurts into my mouth.

Several globs of sticky, hot cum shoot out of his cock
as I try to swallow every drop.  He pumps my mouth
until the spasms stop and his dick begins to soften.
Then he pulls his cum covered cock out of my mouth and
wipes it on my face, laughing and taunting me. "You
fucking cocksucker.  You didn't even resist.  You
fucking slave.  You're nothing but a cum dump!"

The vicious face fuck makes me forget about my balls
and my stomach until he walks behind me, kicks the
weight and slugs me in the stomach.  Then all the
terrible pain returns. I scream again, pleading for
mercy, "Oh, please, please sir; I can't take it any
longer."

"Well maybe you can and maybe you can't. But, since I
want my property in good shape, I'm going to release
you and let you go to the outhouse before you shower."
He unlocks the stocks and tells me to stand up while
he removes the weighted parachute. The relief is
immediate although there is a lingering pain in my
balls.  Pointing to outhouse close by, he says,
"Over there cunt.  Time to get rid of that mess inside
of you."

He jerks on the leash, and I limp to the outhouse with
my head down. He opens the door, shoves me inside and
says, "Get cleaned up; there's a pump by the house.
When you're finished, walk into the house.  And don't
even think of trying to get away.  We're miles from
anyone; and with you naked and chained, where will you
go?"

He is right.  I can run, but he'd catch me before I
could get far, and who knows then what he would do to
me.  I resign myself to being his slave and obeying
him, hoping that I can survive his torture. I take an
uncomfortable cold water shower, and when I am
finished, I climb the steps still naked and chained,
wondering what is in store for me next.