Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 07:36:33 EDT
From: GJD18BR@aol.com
Subject: Not So Smart  Chapter 1

	Tony Packard climbed out of the taxi feeling exceptionally
satisfied with himself. Never, in all his nineteen years, had he felt
himself to be dressed so smartly. His light grey, two-button suit was
elegantly cut and perfectly matched the grey slip on shoes. His pale lilac
shirt with button-down collars looked impressive, offset as it was by the
slightly patterned grey tie fastened neatly at his neck. He knew it looked
good on his slim, athletic figure, and contrasted well with the black, wavy
hair which crowned his head. Green eyes and a snub nose gave him what might
have been called a cute look. Perhaps the only aspect of his obvious dress
that didn't entirely fit was the pair of white socks that peeked from below
the trousers cuffs, but Tony had been reluctant to change the habit of many
years. He could barely recall when he had worn socks of any other colour.

	It had cost him a considerable portion of his savings to get
himself dressed-up so, but he considered it was worth it for his cousin to
be proud of him. Tony had always admired his older cousin, Max, and, when
Max asked him to be an usher at his wedding, Tony had been thrilled. The
church was on the outskirts of town and not on any bus route. Tony couldn't
afford to buy and run a car yet, and the cost of his outfit had further
postponed that pleasure, and the buses didn't run often to that area, so he
could only get there by taxi. However, these were also expensive, so Tony
had set out early that morning, getting a bus and walking until he could
afford taxi fare the rest of the way.

	He paid the taxi driver and gave a tip to be expected of someone
dressed as smartly as he was. As the taxi pulled away, he turned to the
church. His first thought was that he must be very early because it all
seemed too quiet. There appeared to be no one about at all. Tentatively he
started towards the church gate. It was all very still. He walked up the
path to the door and tried the handle.

	"I suppose I could be first here," he murmured to himself as he
turned the handle and pushed the door open.

	At first he though no one was within, but then he caught sight of a
movement near the pulpit. He walked quickly forward.

	Ten minutes later he was again standing outside getting over the
shock. The lady inside had been the wife of the caretaker. She had been
gathering the flowers that had been arranged the previous day. There was to
be no wedding! Max's fiance had been involved in a road accident that
morning and the ceremony had been postponed. The guests had been hastily
notified, but Tony had already left home by that time. He hadn't been there
to receive the message and a mobile phone was something else he couldn't
afford...

	Tony looked around him. Now he had to get home. For the moment,
walking was his only option. He couldn't see a phone box and no buses would
be around for a long while. He would walk until he found a phone and get a
taxi back to where he could catch a bus. Then he checked his cash.
Remembering the cost of the taxi out there, he'd better make that several
phone boxes onwards! Resigned, he set out back towards town.

	He quickly became aware that the area through which he was walking
was not one of the better areas of town. Looking at the people who passed
him, and seeing how some of them looked at him, he began to realise how
much he stood out, especially dressed as smartly as he was. Nervously, he
quickened his pace, hoping to reach a better section. He saw several
telephone boxes and thought he'd opt for the earlier taxi, but he
discovered that they had all been vandalised. As he went on, the urgency of
getting out of the area grew and he began to think that he was being
watched.

* * * * * * * *

	Baz Jordan and Ricky Flowers were indeed watching the smart young
man striding through their patch. They had been keeping him in sight for
about ten minutes. Baz and Ricky each had a particular fondness for young
men and Baz in particular enjoyed those who were well dressed more than
others. This was the best dressed that Baz had seen for as long as he could
remember and he badly wanted to get his hands on him. He anticipated the
pleasure of the change that would come over such a smartly dressed lad as
his posh gear was taken away from him. And it was only the clothes that Baz
wanted to take away. It was the pride and confidence which he also wanted
to take. The humiliation of being gradually undressed and exposed in all
his naked finery would be nothing to how the lad would feel about what
happened to him next.

	Ricky was savouring the unveiling of the private parts (so-called)
of their proposed victim. He hoped that he was fairly well hung, but if he
wasn't, that could be turned to their advantage by making fun of the
victim's lack of manhood. Anyway, whatever size, he'd still have something
to play with.

	The two 27 year olds continued to follow on the other side of the
road, awaiting their chance.

* * * * * * * *

	Tony was getting warm, and, on top of everything else, he had a
sudden need to for a toilet. In despair he looked around. He couldn't
recall having seen any public conveniences nearby and didn't have much hope
of finding one now. As he strode onwards, however, the need gradually
increased. Looking about him, he spotted an abandoned building on the far
side of, and a little way down, one of the side streets he was crossing. He
was reluctant to risk venturing off the main road, much less into a strange
building, but the pressure of his bladder had intensified and he didn't
want to have an `accident'. Not here and certainly not in his new
suit. Making up his mind he turned right and crossed the road towards the
building.

	A few moments later, Baz and Ricky reached the corner and were just
in time to see their quarry heading into the building. They looked at one
another. They knew that building!

	"The cellar," Ricky murmured.

	Baz nodded. "Some of our stuff's still down there. Couldn't be
better."

	"Why's he gone in there?" Ricky wondered.

	"Dunno. Caught short, maybe." Baz grinned at the thought. The lad
might be thinking of briefly exposing his dick for the purpose of pissing.
He was planning on exposing a lot more, for a lot longer, and for
completely different purposes. "Let's get him."

	They followed in Tony's footsteps.

* * * * * * * *

	Tony had found a hole in the floor in the corner of a back room and
quickly pulled out his dick and emptied his bladder. With relief he shook
off the last drops, tucked his dick back into his briefs and zipped up his
fly. He turned and walked to the doorway of the room. He could see the exit
to the street as he stepped through. As he took another pace towards the
daylight, he heard a brief scuff on the floor behind him. He was about to
turn to see what it was when an arm encircled his neck and a hand covered
his nose and mouth. At the same time, he felt his right arm being grasped
and forced up behind his back. He tried to struggle, but the grips on him
were firm and he found himself being dragged backwards, not into the room
from which he had just emerged, but diagonally towards the rear of the
building. His mind just had time to wonder at what was happening, and to
panic about what might be about to happen, when he found himself being
dragged down a flight of wooden stairs into darkness. He could have made
them drag him completely, but he didn't want to mark his new and somewhat
expensive shoes, so he stepped down as best he could. When they reached the
bottom there was a pause, a click and an electric light came on. Tony
couldn't see it, but it wasn't all that bright.

	Tony was dragged across the cellar floor to a spot near a far wall
where a short bench stood at right angles to the wall with two coat-hooks
above and to either side, about three feet from the ground. Tony was forced
to straddle, then sit on the bench with his back to the wall. His arms were
yanked upwards and out and he felt strong cords being attached to his
wrists. His arms were secured. Almost before Tony could take all this in,
the figures either side of him were down beside the bench pulling his legs
out in front. Again he felt cords fastened, around his ankles this time,
and he was stretched out and shackled to the bench.

	The figures stood up. Tony saw two older men, each wearing jeans
and plaid shirts. One had shortish, dark spiky hair, the other longer brown
hair that was rather unkempt. He saw them smile, glance at each other and
then give him a big grin. Tony's stomach gave a bit of a flip. He was
reminded of crocodiles. The spiky haired man took a pace forward.

	"We couldn't have asked for anything better," Baz said, looking
back at Ricky then giving Tony another all-over searching gaze. "You have
been sent to be our entertainment for a few hours."

	Tony's heart lurched at the word `entertainment'.

	"W-What do you mean?" he managed to gasp out.

	"We're going to play with you for a while; you'll be sort of our
toy-boy," Ricky supplied.

	"Play....? Toy....? What...? How..?" Tony tried to form coherent
questions, but as he struggled with his vocabulary, the answer came without
any words.

	Ricky stepped forward, reached out and placed his hand right into
Tony's crotch. He squeezed gently and liked what he felt. Tony felt his
dick being groped and otherwise could only feel fear.

To be continued........
Author: Stripscott
Email: gjd18br@aol.com