Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2010 13:01:23 -0700
From: Earl J. Wright <rj99352@charter.net>
Subject: Jay's Torture - Chapter 1

Jay's Torture, copyright 2010 by RichlandJoey.  All rights reserved.

If the concept of a male of legal age submitting to abuse and torture at the
hands of a sadistic Man offends you, then you've obviously come to the wrong
site.



Jay's Torture

Chapter 1



I have, over time, developed a serious sadistic streak.  Sure there was a
natural tendency to enjoy inflicting pain on another guy all along but that
feeling has been enhanced and reinforced by the countless number of times
I've made arrangements for meeting submissive boys, only to be stood up.
I've lost track of the number of times this has happened and the number of
hours seemingly wasted on the various bondage and slave websites trying to
fulfill my needs.  I absolutely detest being fucked with in that manner and
it was time to release some of this pent up animosity.



The unfortunate but willing recipient of wrath turned out to be Jay.  He was
truly a pretty boy, 30 years old, about 6 feet tall, 170 pounds of toned
body mass, dark blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a nice smile.  He was
equally appealing below the belt - 8 inches of hard meat above a pair of
walnut-sized nuts contained in a hairless sack.  But what made my intended
victim the most appealing was his body hair.  There was a light dusting of
hair on his arms and legs, and equally appealing coating of hair on his
chest with a treasure trail leading down to his neatly cropped pubic hair.
What really got me going, though, was the perpetual 5 o'clock shadow he
sported on his face.  The boy could have just shaved yet still show that
shadow of hair down his jaw line and across his chin and upper lip...the
"look" that was guaranteed to rev up my motor and get my juices flowing!!!



I met the boy on one of the popular slave websites.  In some respects, he
was different than the other cocky little shits who only seem to be on-line
to play their little games.  Jay contacted me first and expressed an
interest in the list of activities I'd included in my profile.   That
surprised me a bit as I had intentionally included some of the more extreme
and edgy forms of abuse and torture.  Equally as surprising was his
candidness during out chat sessions - about what had been done to him in the
past, how it wasn't totally satisfying and about his fantasies that nearly
every extreme form of BDSM be pushed to a pain level of 10 - without limits.
This was turning out to be the kind of boy I wanted to have at my mercy!!!



We also discussed the obvious challenges that existed, mainly that he was on
the East Coast while I was on the West Coast.  He assured me that wasn't a
problem for him, nor was being able to take the time off from work to pursue
his deepest desires.  He apparently had quite a bit of vacation time saved
up and needed to "use it or lose it."  Near the end of the second week of
our continuing chat sessions, we got more into specifics about our locations
and began talking about pushing the extremes to pain level 10.  In the
middle of the discussions, my computer alerted me to an incoming e-mail
message.  I opened the new message and was shocked to see a travel
confirmation for Jay to arrive at my local airport in less than 48 hours!!!
When I returned to the chat window, there was a message waiting for me.  It
read, "I am willingly travelling to you but I do not want to willingly
submit to whatever abuse and torture you have planned for me.  Please Sir,
provide me enough instructions so you can abduct me as soon as possible
after I leave the terminal."



Thinking fast and knowing the layout of our small, regional airport, the
obvious abduction point would be the parking garage.  Since he would be
arriving at night, the place would be dimly lit and I knew there were no
security cameras to record my actions.  In addition, he was flying in on a
Thursday and there would be few other passengers to disturb us as most of
the travel into and out of the airport occurred over the weekend.  I
instructed him to travel with only a single carry-on bag in which he would
bring a complete change of clothes and 3 extra pair of underwear.  When he
exited the terminal and crossed the road, he would enter the parking garage,
turn to his right and proceed to the end of the structure.  Near the end of
the building, he would see my silver Nissan parked and unlocked.  He was to
place his carry-on bag in the back seat, to get into the front passenger
seat and wait for my arrival.  He acknowledged the instructions and closed
the chat window.



I went back to the travel confirmation and saw at the top of the page that
it was a round-trip ticket from his local airport to mine.  Wanting to know
how much time I would have him at my mercy, I scanned to the bottom of the
page and was surprised to read, "Return fight to be scheduled at a later
date."  He had purchased an open-ended round-trip ticket.  Essentially, Jay
was mine to do with as I pleased for as long as I wanted!!!



Realizing I had less than 2 days to prepare for what appeared to be an
extended stay by my victim, I did a quick assessment of my "consumables",
both BDSM-related and food.  The supply of BDSM devices was more than
adequate to cover me for weeks...the food needed some supplementing so I
make a quick list and headed out to stock up on the essentials.  In
addition, since what I had planned for him during his captivity would be
physically taxing, I stocked up on protein drinks, energy drinks and bars,
and plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables.  I also added to my cart a large
first aid kit as well as extra tubes of antibiotic creme, ibuprophen and
gauze bandages...no responsible sadist would be without an adequate supply!
I wanted to keep his stamina up while breaking him.

Arriving home and organizing my supplies, I surveyed my efforts and
determined that I was prepared to show slave Jay the time of his life.  All
I had to do was wait for his arrival to begin his term of captivity and
torture.



The two days passed quickly as my anticipation grew.  Thirty minutes before
his plane was to land, I was already in the parking garage, my vehicle
positioned for him to locate.  I was standing on the landing of a stairway
that led to the second floor of the parking garage, able to see anybody that
walked by but, being in the shadows, protected the secrecy of my position.
A low rumbling overhead signaled the arrival of his airplane and, following
a short taxi to the terminal, the passengers began deplaning.  From my
hidden position, I noted only 3 people cross the street to the parking
garage and fortunately, two of them proceeded to vehicles at the opposite
end of the garage, well out of sight for the activities about to take place.



My handsome blond victim entered the garage and turned right as expected.
>From my position, I could see that his on-line photos didn't do him justice
- he was a stunning example of masculinity.  He was dressed in tight jeans
and a well-fitting pullover shirt, his head topped off with a baseball cap
cocked at an angle.  As instructed, he was carrying just a backpack slung
over his shoulder.  He walked confidently toward my vehicle, looking
straight ahead.  As he passed my position, I quietly descended the steps and
slid into the shadows along the wall, staying behind his forward-moving
position.  He spotted my vehicle and, as instructed, opened the back door
and placed his backpack on the rear seat.  I made my move.  As he closed the
door, I reached my quarry from behind and quickly wrapped the fingers of my
left hand around his neck, pressing slightly on his windpipe.



Only a small gasp came from my intended victim and I said, in a low growl,
"Don't move, don't make a sound.  Do you understand?"  He nodded silently.



Fishing in my pants pocket, I extracted a pair of police handcuffs and held
them in front of his face.  "Put these on," I growled and compressed his
windpipe a bit more, "and no funny business."



He slowly reached up and took the cuffs from my hand.  He snapped one cuff
around his right wrist and was going to cuff his hands in front of him when
I pinched his neck and said, "Behind your back - NOW."



He quickly complied and I soon heard the ratchet of the second cuff as it
closed around his left wrist.  Reaching down with my free hand, I squeezed
both cuffs tighter, forcing a slight groan from my captive victim.  With the
back of the handcuff key, I locked the cuffs in position and pulled a small
roll of electrician's tape from my pocket.  Still working from behind him, I
tore off two short strips of tape and placed them over his eyes, effectively
blindfolding him.  I then opened the front car door and guided him inside,
seated in the front passenger seat.  I engaged the seat belt and placed a
pair of dark glasses over his eyes to hide the tape from casual observers.



Walking around the car, I got in the driver's seat and started the engine.
My prisoner sat passively in the seat next to me, perhaps breathing a little
faster as the excitement and uncertainty of his situation ran through his
mind.  I reached over and pinched his left nipple hard, eliciting a groan
from him.  With a final twist, I released the hard nub and lowered my hand
to the pronounced bulge in his jeans, which seems to have grown a bit.
Cupping the mound in my hand, I gave it a good hard squeeze and smiled
wickedly as my victim squirmed in response to the sudden pain.



Releasing the firm mound of man-flesh which had become even more firm at my
grasp, I started the car, exited the parking garage and began the brief ride
to my home and his temporary prison.

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To be continued.........

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