Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2005 08:15:37 EDT
From: GJD18BR@aol.com
Subject: Not So Smart Chapter 2

	Ricky Flowers took great pleasure in sampling his first feel of
Tony Packard's intimate area between his legs. Having placed his hand
firmly on the front of Tony's smart grey trousers, he started to squeeze
and fondle what was contained within. It was clear that Tony was still soft
and Ricky liked that. He enjoyed the process of making his victims harden
up for him; it was one of his favourite humiliations. However, despite the
lack of any erection at present, Ricky was pretty sure that his hopes were
going to be fulfilled. He encountered two quite plump balls and traced a
length of shaft that was promising.

	"Mmmm. Yes," he said slowly to himself, then, over his shoulder to
Baz, "I think he's going to be just what we want."

	Baz licked his lips.

	Meanwhile, Tony was fighting the shock of being suddenly abducted
and tied so that he couldn't move. The only kind of protest left to him was
verbal.

	"Oh hell. What the...what're you doing? No...arghh....stop...don't
do that. Take your hand......urghh! Nooo!"

	In all the life that he could remember, the only person to touch
Tony in any remotely intimate way had been his doctor and even those
occasions had caused him great embarrassment. Having to expose his manhood
to another person had made him acutely uncomfortable, despite the knowledge
that the gaze was purely professional. This shyness had even extended to
the fact that Tony had gone very little distance with any of the girl
friends he had dated over the last few years. Despite the usual masculine
urges, he had baulked at intimacy due to his reluctance to expose himself
sexually to them. On any occasion where the situation had approached such a
point, he had found an excuse to cut the date short, hastened home and
wanked himself off in the bathroom with thoughts of what might have been
were it not for his timidity.

	Now, he felt himself being groped for the first time and his mind
screamed protest. To make matters worse, his sexual assailant was not
female. A man was feeling him up through his clothes and, as much as he
tried to struggle, there was nothing he could do to prevent it. In
desperation, but realising it was probably futile, Tony resorted to his
last line of verbal protest: begging.

	"Ahhh....no....please don't....please...not
there...not....erghhh....aghhhhh!"

	Ricky gave a concluding squeeze to his first physical investigation
of their new captive and stood back with Baz to admire their latest
plaything. Together they gazed at the pale lilac shirt still mostly hidden
under the fastened grey jacket. Their eyes travelled down the trouser-clad
legs to the slightly-out-of-keeping white socks which disappeared into the
elegant grey shoes. Each imagined what they would discover beneath the
smart outfit and each already sported a rock hard erection in anticipation
of the fun to come.

	Whilst these erections were quite clearly visible as they stretched
the front of each pair of jeans, Tony didn't observe them. It was not what
he looked for. He was studying the faces of his captives, trying to read
some explanation there. All he saw were wolfish, expectant smiles.

	"Wh..What are you going to do to me?" he asked in a half-whisper,
not really having understood Ricky's references to `play' and `boy-toy'.

	Baz slowly stepped forward until he was beside Tony's upper
body. Just as slowly, he lowered himself into a kneeling position beside
the boy and reached a hand over Tony's head as if he were about to tousle
the black wavy hair. With a sudden snatch of his fingers he grabbed a
handful of Tony's hair and jerked upwards. Tony gave a cry of mingled pain
and shock.

	Baz twisted Tony's hair so that his face swivelled round towards
him and Baz spoke with their noses only inches apart.

	"We will do what we want, because you're not in a position to
argue. We saw you along the road, and liked that nice outfit you're
wearing. We like you. We're curious. We wonder whether we like you because
of the suit or because you are good-looking or both. In order to find out,
we want to see what you look like without the suit."

	Baz paused for that to sink in, whilst Ricky moved to take up a
similar position on Tony's other side. Tony heard the words, but had
difficulty in taking them in.

	"Without ... my suit? But I'm not......" Comprehension slowly began to
dawn and Baz saw the look of horror come slowly into the boy's
eyes. "Nohhhh. You can't take.....I won't.....not my suit. I only just......"

	"Ohhh yes we can," Baz responded, cutting off Tony's plea. "We
think you'll be just as pretty without it, but we've got to check."

	"Not...no, please...don't take my suit." Tony was already starting to
whimper a little. "Oh, please...just let me go."

	"No. We can't do that," Ricky murmured into his ear. "Oh no. That'd
be no fun."

	Tony looked out of the corner of his eye at Ricky. "Please. Taking
my suit wouldn't be any fun......"

	"Oh it will," said Baz. "We're really going to enjoy stripping it
off you."

	"And in any case," Ricky added, even closer to Tony's ear, "it
won't be just the suit we'll be taking off. We plan on removing all your
other clothes too. Everything!"

	Baz watched to look of horror in Tony's eyes deepen as the
implications of Ricky's whispered intention settled in his mind.

	"All my......oh no...please no.....you can't mean to......not all
my......." Somehow Tony couldn't bring himself to say it, as if his uttering
the words would be the only thing to make them a reality, but Baz confirmed
what was becoming his worst nightmare.

	"Yes. All of your clothes. Nothing at all left. We are going to
strip you down and leave you totally NAKED!" The last word was uttered from
the back of Baz's throat giving a sinister sound which drove a shudder
through Tony's body. This was also caused by the fact that upon uttering
that word, Baz's left hand reached across and deftly unfastened the button
on the front of Tony's jacket.  The two parts fell back exposing more of
the pale lilac shirt.

	Tony's instinctive reactions took over. With a sharp intake of
breath, he opened his mouth and started to scream.

	"H..HELLL......"

	He never managed to articulate the `P'. Baz's hand shot up and
clamped swiftly over his mouth and nose, effectively cutting off the
airways.

	Tony struggled to breathe, feeling his eyes grow rounder. His other
senses gradually became remote as his lungs fought to drag in life-giving
air, but he was still able to recognise a pair of hands feeling the slim
lines of his chest and stomach through his shirt, sliding down over his
hips to his thighs and coming up again to stroke and explore that forbidden
area which he tried to keep so private. His mind cried out against the
assault and protest mingled with outrage and terror before his brain closed
down and he lost consciousness.

	Baz allowed a few moments after Tony's head slumped forward when
his right hand released its grasp on the hair, before removing his left
hand from Tony's face. This was not the first time they had treated a
captive in this way and had become quite expert at it. Their next actions
were also routine and they accomplished them swiftly.

	As Baz checked that Tony was still breathing, albeit quite
shallowly, Ricky started to untie the knots. Baz assisted and soon Tony's
inert body was free. The Baz picked him up and carried him up the stairs
and across the floor to the doorway. There, he placed Tony in a standing
position and they arranged his body between them ^Ö Tony's arms around
their shoulders, their arms about his waist. Then they stepped into the
street and headed away from the main road, appearing to be a pair of guys
carrying a drunken friend home. Some distance along the road they turned
into an alley. This led them to choose a gate in a wooden fence. Beyond
that was a door with its paint peeling and inside, through another,
sturdier, door, lay the way down a flight of steps. One more door, passed
through at the bottom, was closed and fastened behind them.

	The light which Baz switched on revealed a fairly bare room apart
from a table and a few chairs. There were some pieces of rope on the floor
and table and some boxes against the wall at the far side. They dropped
Tony's unconscious body into a chair with arms where it slumped like a rag
doll. Baz took a couple of pieces of rope and tied Tony's forearms to the
arms of the chair.

	"Aren't we going to get on with stripping him?" Ricky asked,
somewhat disappointedly. "He's so cute and feels so hot; I can't wait to
get a look." His hand groped at his own throbbing erection through his
jeans.

	"Not quite yet," Baz replied, enjoying the sight of Ricky's
self-gratification. "I want him to be awake when we do it. I want him to be
totally aware of his clothes being taken off against his will and to know
that, as much as he struggles he can't prevent us stripping him stark
bollock naked."

	At that moment a slight groan came from Tony. He had, in fact,
started to regain consciousness as Baz was speaking and had heard the last
few words clearly. As thoughts had come back to him, he had briefly hoped
it had all been a dream, but what he heard confirmed the worst. He opened
his eyes and took in his new surroundings. He was trapped. These men wanted
to play with his nude body and he was in no position to stop them.

To be continued....

Author: Stripscott
Email: gjd18br@aol.com