Thanksgiving Holiday

Liam Callahan tossed his suitcase into the trunk of his 2012 Toyota Camry and slammed the hood closed.  He went to the driver’s door, opened it and, before sitting down, he looked around at the empty campus and smiled.  He could not believe his luck, and his family would be super surprised when he showed up later tonight to celebrate Thanksgiving with them tomorrow.

Liam was a19-year-old, college junior currently attended Clemson University in South Carolina.  He was a member of the men’s gymnastics team, but the season did not start until late January.  In the meantime, Liam was on the cheerleading squad.  Every year since he had started at Clemson, Liam had joined the cheerleading squad to help stay in shape during the gymnastics off season…and it was a great way to meet pretty co-eds! Since joining the cheerleading squad, he had never had the opportunity to get off campus during the long Thanksgiving weekend until this year.  

The Saturday after Thanksgiving was always Rivalry Weekend in NCAA football, and the Clemson Tigers always played their rivals, the South Carolina Gamecocks.  As a member of the cheerleading squad, Liam and the girls, and a couple other guys, were told not to leave campus because of the game Saturday.  This year, the restriction had been lifted, as long as everyone was back on campus by Friday evening.  Liam’s family was from Philadelphia, and he decided to surprise everyone by showing up late Wednesday evening.  

He tossed his olive green denim jacket into the passenger seat along with his orange scarf, sat in the Camry, started the engine and checked his iPhone.  The Waze traffic app told him to avoid the route he would normally take when driving home. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving was considered the busiest travel day of the year, and I-85 to I-95 was a parking lot.  Waze told his to take I-77 north into the Blue Ridge Mountains, then northeast on I-81.  The route was typically longer than his traditional route, but today it would save him hours on the road.  He figured he would get to his family’s house before 10 pm.

He checked his hair in the mirror out of habit and was happy with what he saw.  Liam was not conceded but he knew he was a good looking young man, just not the tallest kid in his class.  At five-foot, five-inches tall and an athletic 140 pounds, with wavy auburn hair and blue eyes, he was able to catch the girl’s eyes while walking around campus.  His hair was cut very short on the sides and back but had enough on top to brush over to the side.  He plugged his phone into the charging cord plugged into the adaptor in the center console, backed out of the parking space and started toward home.

The roads were congested but moved along at a decent pace, until he was on I-81 and the traffic ground to a halt.  A check of his Waze app told him there was a crash approximately ten miles ahead that had several lanes blocked.  The app did not suggest taking an alternate route, but he saw a state road, SR-11, less than a mile away, and it would help him bypass the crash and enable him to get back onto I-81 in Christainsburg.

Liam pulled the Camry onto the shoulder and raced past the stand still traffic to the exit for SR-11.  He turned north and found the two-lane road devoid of most traffic.  The road, according to the app, was empty except for small towns that were at least fifteen miles apart.  In between the town, there was nothing but open country and gorgeous mountain views in the dwindling sunlight.

He was making great time when, in an area between the towns of Pulaski and Dublin, Liam noticed a knocking sound emanating from his engine.  At first, he ignored it, but soon it got louder and he began to worry.  The check engine light illuminated on his dashboard as the knocking got louder.  He saw the engine temperature gauge was starting to redline.  Liam was not a motorhead, but his father had taught him basic automotive knowledge.  He knew the car was seriously overheating.  He pulled the car to the shoulder on the empty road just as the engine stalled.  

He attempted to restart the engine but that endeavor was unsuccessful.  The sound coming from the motor was unlike anything he had ever heard from the car before.  

“Shit,” Liam muttered, as he popped the hood and exited the car.

He opened the hood, propped it on the yardarm and looked at the non-functioning engine.  There was nothing glaring or out of the ordinary – no steam geysering from the radiator or some type of engine fluid erupting from another well – but the car apparently was not going anywhere anytime soon.  

Walking to the passenger door, he opened it and retrieved a few napkins from the glovebox.  He went to the engine and pulled the dipstick out of the oil reservoir.  He wiped it with the napkin, reinserted it and removed it.  To his horror, there was no oil on the stick.

“Fuck,” he said out loud.

Liam knew exactly what was wrong with the car.  For one reason or another, the car had developed an oil leak, dripped out all the engine oil and the motor had seized up due to the lack of lubrication and extremely hot temperature.  

Knowing this would ruin his surprise visit, Liam decided he had to call his father and tell him what had happened.  He was not worried because he had Triple A and could get a wrecker out to his location to tow the car.  Unfortunately, he would probably miss Thanksgiving.  His mind was running though ideas to either get to Philadelphia or back to Clemson, when he retrieved his iPhone from the car and dialed his father’s number.

Nothing happened.  He tried again but the call did not go through.  He looked at the phone as saw the “NO SERVICE” indicated in the upper right corner of the screen and noticeable lack of signal bars ensured no calls were going out from this location.

“Fuck me!” Liam snapped as he noticed it was starting to get colder.  The sun was starting to disappear behind the mountains, and the cool November air was rapidly getting borderline uncomfortable.

He looked at his outfit – white long sleeve Clemson University t-shirt, dark blue jeans and brown hiking boots – and figured it was not enough for the impending cold weather.  He grabbed the denim jacket and scarf from the passenger seat.  After wrapping the scarf around his neck several times, he pulled the jacket tightly around him and assessed his situation.

The phone had plenty of juice, so he just needed to get to a place that there was a signal.  He had plenty of extra clothing in his overnight bag, so he could layer up to help against the cold.  He had not seen another car since he stopped – had actually seen only one or two cars since he got on SR-11 – but he ascertained that he could flag down the next passing vehicle and ask them to call the police for him.  Dad always told him, when in doubt just call the cops.

It took almost thirty minutes before he saw the first vehicle, a Chevy Silverado, but the driver ignored Liam as he frantically tried to wave the driver down.  It was not until an additional ten minutes had passed when an old Honda Odyssey minivan came by in the dwindling light.  Unlike the pickup truck’s driver, the minivan pulled to a stop in the roadway next to Liam.

The passenger door window went down and the driver asked, “You need some help?”

In the gloom of the minivan, Liam could make out the driver.  It was a man, boy actually, and he appeared to be a young teenager.  Liam walked to the open window on the passenger door, leaned in and realized the driver was probably younger than he had originally thought.  The kid behind the wheel looked no older than fifteen, maybe younger.  He was tall and lanky, with a head of unkempt red hair and a face full of acne.

“Thanks for stopping,” Liam said.  “My car has an oil leak and my engine seized up.”

“Man, that sucks,” the kid said.  “Anything I can do to help?  I ain’t got no oil in my van.”

“My phone doesn’t have a signal,” he said.  “Any chance you can call someone, maybe the police, to come help me?”

The kid sighed.  “The cellphone reception sucks out here.  Always has and probably always will.  I’m heading home.  It’s a couple miles up the road.  If you want, you can come with me and use my phone there.  It’s a landline so it works all the time.”

Liam knew from a young age to never get into a vehicle with a stranger, but this was a kid.  He glanced at the interior ofthe Odyssey and saw the kid was most certainly alone in the vehicle.

Perhaps sensing his hesitancy, the kid said, “If you’d rather wait here, man, I’ll call the law as soon as I get home and tell them where you are.”

Liam smiled at him.  “That’s really nice of you, but I don’t want to be a bother.”

“No bother, man,” he said.  “Plus, it’s almost Thanksgiving.  We’re supposed to be good to each other, right?”

Sensing this kid was no threat in the slightest, Liam said, “Let me lock up my car and I’ll gladly accept your offer.”

Liam grabbed his wallet and iPhone, locked up the Camry and jumped into the passenger seat of the old minivan.  “I can’t thank you enough.”

As the kid started driving, he said, “Don’t mention it.  My name is Isaiah.”

“Liam,” he said.  “Very nice to meet you.  Are you even old enough to drive?”

Isaiah smiled sheepishly.  “I’m almost fifteen,” he said.  “I’ve been driving around here since I was twelve.”

Liam chuckled.  “You seem pretty competent so I’ll take you at your word, and you are pretty big for a fourteen-year-old.”

Isaiah nodded.  “Everyone in my family is big.”

The drive to Isaiah’s house took almost twenty minutes.  During that time, Liam told Isaiah his plans to get home for Thanksgiving and needing to be back at Clemson by Friday evening.  Isaiah told him that his uncle was a mechanic in Dublin, a nearby town, and would gladly fix his car pronto.  Liam could not believe his luck.

The property that Isaiah pulled onto was just off SR-11 and appeared to be a decent sized two-story house with a newly constructed barn.  Isaiah parked in front of the barn and turned off the ignition.  He stepped out of the Honda and Liam finally realized how tall Isaiah truly was.  He was almost six feet tall but very thin – maybe only 160 pounds.  Liam knew that when Isaiah grew up, he would probably fill out and become a very large man.

Liam got out of the passenger seat and followed Isaiah as he walked around the barn toward the house.  Liam’s coat was open because the heat in the Odyssey had warmed him up considerably, but he realized how cold it was getting and was again happy with his decision to take Isaiah’s offer.  He figured he would be miserably cold on the side of the road if he had stayed.

Isaiah stopped and squatted down to tie his shoe, and Liam unconsciously walked past him.  He glanced at the side of the barn and noticed an open door and a dim light seeping from somewhere inside the structure.  Liam was about to ask if they had any animals in the barn, when Isaiah quickly jumped up, slid in behind Liam and kneed the diminutive gymnast in the back of his knees.

Liam’s knees buckled, and he fell onto his hands and knees. Isaiah wrapped his right arm around Liam’s chest, pinning his arms to his side.  With his left hand, Isaiah grabbed the scarf wrapped around Liam’s neck and twisted violently.  With a strength belied by his thin frame, Isaiah pulled Liam off the ground.  He might have been tall and thin, but he was strong and had at least seven inches and twenty to thirty pounds on Liam.

Liam kicked at the air and tried to kick back at Isaiah, but none of his blows landed.  Isaiah tightened the scarf even more and Liam found it difficult to breathe.  

“Don’t struggle,” Isaiah said into Liam’s ear.  “You’ll make it far less painful if you stop struggling.”

Liam continued to kick but to no avail.  Isaiah walked them toward the open side door on the barn.  As they entered the doorway, Liam grabbed at the door jam with his right leg and was able to arrest their movement.  Isaiah pulled but Liam was able to hold steady onto the door jam.  Isaiah readjusted, put his right knee under Liam’s rump and kicked upward.  The movement launched Liam off the door jam, as he was carried into the barn.

The room was a darkened mud room that opened into the barn itself.  A single light from high above was the only illumination in the interior.  The floor was covered in a thick layer of sawdust.  There was a loft but no pens or livestock.  Isaiah carried the wriggling and kicking Liam toward a 4x4 that extended from the floor to the loft above.  He canted Liam's positioning as he ran Liam’s belly into the 4x4, causing all the air to rush from his lungs.  Isaiah then dropped Liam onto the sawdust covered floor.  He yanked the jacket off Liam and tossed it to the side.  He grabbed Liam by the front of the scarf, pulled him to his feet and slammed his back into the wooden beam.  

The back of Liam’s head impacted the stud and he saw stars.  Being as dazed from the blows he had just taken, he offered no resistance when Isaiah grabbed his wrists and pulled Liam’s arms above his head.  Liam heard a ratchetting sound, as something cold and metallic closed around his right wrist.  Then the sound repeated as the cold metal band tightened around his left wrist.  Isaiah stepped away and admired his handywork.

Liam shook his head to clear the cobwebs and then yanked his arms.  He was unable to move them from the position they were in and heard a steel clinking sound that made him sick to his stomach.  He looked up and saw a silver set of steel police-style handcuffs hanging from an eyebolt that was secured to the 4x4, and his wrists were tightly secured in them.

He yanked at the restraints again and knew for certain that the eyebolt securing the handcuffs to the stud was not going to come loose.  He looked back at Isaiah, who was staring at himwith a smile on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?!?!” Liam yelled.  “Unlock these god damn things!”  As he pulled at his manacled wrists again.

Isaiah walked to Liam’s side.  Liam tried to kick him, but Isaiah anticipated the move and brushed it aside with his arm.  He went to Liam’s left side and leaned in close to him.  He let his hands glide over Liam’s six-pack on his exposed belly.  With his hands secured above his head, his t-shirt had pulled up.

Isaiah let his hands wander inside his shirt and rubbed Liam’s nipples.

“Go lord,” Isaiah said in a breathy voice.  “You have a hell of a physique, Liam.  Six-pack abs and everything!”

“Don’t you fucking touch me, you fucking perv!”

Isaiah kissed Liam on the cheek and then whispered into his left ear, “I can’t wait to see you on film.”

Having no idea what Isaiah meant by that, Liam pulled his head to the side to try and get away from Isaiah’s kiss.  Isaiah just leaned in closer and kissed him again, this time on the side of the mouth.  Isaiah’s left hand slid off Liam’s chest and went to his crotch over his jeans.  He rubbed Liam’s package through his jeans as he licked the side of Liam’s face.

Liam was about to try and slam his head into Isaiah when the kid pulled away.  Isaiah gingerly reached over and removed the scarf from around Liam’s neck and stepped back again.  He looked at Liam longingly for several seconds, but then bent down and picked up Liam’s discarded jacket.  He stood and walked behind Liam, reached into the rear pockets of Liam’s jeans and removed the wallet and iPhone.  Isaiah then reached into the front right pocket and took Liam’s car keys.  While getting the keys, Isaiah rubbed his fingers over Liam’s flaccid dick.  He then turned and walked out the door he had brought Liam into the barn just a few minutes earlier.

“Where are you going?” he yelled after him.  “Get back here!  Let me go!”

Isaiah disappeared out the door.  A moment later, Liam could see him through one of the windows on the side wall, as he made his way toward the house.

He yanked his wrists vainly and yelled, “Help!”

After a second of silence, he added, “Anybody!”

Realizing he was in the middle of nowhere, and there were no other residences near this barn, Liam knew no one would hear his calling for assistance.  He tried to calm himself by looking at his surroundings and tried to formulate a plan to escape.  The interior of the barn was most definitely not intended to house livestock.

The walls were packed with foam insulation, and the few windows appeared to be thick and double pane glass.  There was no hay or farming equipment.  The wide-open interior was devoid of anything.  Just a wide-open space with a sawdust covered floor.

He cursed himself for his stupidity.  Getting into a car with a total stranger!  His dad would be so pissed at him if he knew what Liam had done.  But Isaiah had not only seemed so nice, but he was just a kid – not even fifteen years old yet.  But then Liam realized, he might only be fourteen, but he was still bigger and stronger than Liam was.  At five-foot-five and 140 pounds, Liam was one of the bigger boys on the gymnastics team, but he was still a small guy in the world at large.

“What the fuck was I thinking?!?” Liam yelled to the empty barn as the interior lit up with bright white lights.

The illumination was so brilliant, it caused Liam to squint and turn his head downward against the assault to his eyes.  He heard someone walking on the wooden floor toward his position, and he assumed Isaiah had returned to continue copping a feel.  Liam decided he was going to kick that pervert in his balls this time.  He tried to let his eyes adjust to the dazzling white lights from overhead, when a hand grasped his chin and pulled his face upward.  Liam was looking up at a large man he had never seen before.

The man was at least six-foot-five and no less than 250 pounds.  He was wearing a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots.  He sported a thick goatee and his head was shaved but had stubble growing on the sides and back.  Over one shoulder he carried a large black nylon bag, and in his free hand, he held was looked like over-sized handcuffs with a foot long chain between the shackles.

“Isaiah wasn’t exaggerating,” the man said with a grin.  “You are a little hottie.  You’ll do just fine.”

He released his grip on Liam’s chin and stepped back.  He placed the bag down gingerly and dropped the over-sized cuffs to the floor with a loud clatter.  He began to circle Liam, admiring him from every possible angle.

Liam’s heart was thundering in his chest.  He tried to keep an eye on the man, but he disappeared behind him.  Liam was about to adjust his position, so that he might be able to see the man, when one of the man’s hands gripped Liam by the neck from behind and pulled him back onto the 4x4 post.  His other hand began to explore his chest over his shirt.

“Boy, you have practically zero body fat,” he said. “You might be little but you are built like a brick shithouse!”

Liam heard a moan of fear escape him.

“Are you scared, little boy?” he asked from behind as he squeezed his neck tightly.

Liam tried to swallow, was incapable of doing so and nodded his head.

“You should be scared, boy, because I could kill you right now and they’d never find your pretty little body,” he said calmly, just before he released his grip on Liam’s neck.

He walked around in front of Liam, knelt at the bag on the floor, unzipped the flap and removed an expensive camera with an even more expensive lens attached.  He focused the camera on Liam and began snapping pictures.

“Yeah, kid,” he said as he methodically took pictures from every angle.  “You look scared to death.  You can’t fake that look.  You’re pure gold…”

He took many pictures of Liam.  Some of him looking directly into the camera.  Some with him looking away.  He then placed the camera on the ground and walked directly in front of Liam.  The man reached up and grabbed Liam’s wrists just below the handcuffs and slowly dragged his hand down Liam’s arms.  When his hands reached Liam’s shoulders, he placed his hand in Liam’s armpits and slowly caressed him down his flanks.  The man’s hands lingered on Liam’s exposed hips and then moved his hands behind Liam and came to rest on his ass cheeks. The large man caressed Liam’s rump tenderly over his jeans for several moments.  The man slowly leaned into him, and Liam could feel the man’s erection through his jeans, as it pressed hard against Liam’s front pelvic area.

“Your ass is perfect, little boy,” he breathed.  “You are such a fucking hottie!”

“Please…” Liam whimpered.  “Please…don’t…”

Acting like he did not hear his plea, the man slowly squatted and felt his legs as he descended.

“God damn, you are in great shape, kiddo,” he said.  “I bet you spend hours in the gym every day.”

He looked up and stared into Liam’s eyes.  “And all that hard work in the gym is now mine to play with.”

The first tear escaped Liam’s right eye and rolled down his cheek.

The man continued exploring Liam’s legs over his jeans and over his boots, ending at his size seven feet.  After a moment of contemplation, the man stood up, grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt that was situated above Liam’s bellybutton and pulled upward.  He pulled the shirt over Liam’s head and stopped at his secured wrists.  The man reached into his front jeans pocket and retrieved a small silver key.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Liam’s right wrist with his left hand.  With the key in his right hand, he unlocked the cuff that encircled Liam’s right wrist and pulled it free.  Liam could feel the iron grip the man had on his free wrist, so he pulled the still secured left hand, but it did not budge.  He looked up and saw the eyebolt was much too small to allow the open right shackle of the handcuff pass through.  He would need a blowtorch to cut the restraint away from the steel bolt.

The man stuck the key in his mouth and removed the shirt from Liam’s right hand.  Once his hand was free of the shirt, he secured the free cuff around Liam’s right wrist and ratchetted it tightly closed.  He pulled the shirt over Liam’s head and then repeated the process with Liam’s left wrist, and within a few seconds, Liam was once again secure by the handcuffs, with his hands above his head, wearing just his jeans and hiking boots.

The man stepped back and looked Liam up and down.  “Nice chest and abs, little boy!  I swear to God, you looked like an airbrushed picture in Playgirl magazine!”

He then looked intently at the delicate chain around Liam’s neck.  He stepped forward and admired the jewelry.  It was a white gold chain with a crucifix.  He plucked it off his chest and seemed to study it closely.  He looked into Liam’s eyes and asked, “You a Christian?”

Liam nodded slowly.

“A Baptist?”

Liam shook his head and mumbled, “I’m a Catholic…”

“You believe in god?” the man asked.

Liam nodded.

The man snorted.  “You think your god is gonna come save your sexy little ass, little boy?”

Liam did not respond, as he did his best to hold it together.

The man chuckled and let go of the cross.  Then he reached to Liam’s waistline and began unbuckling his belt.

Another tear rolled down Liam’s cheek.  “Please…mister…”

The man looked Liam in the eyes and said, “Not mister.  It’s Master.  You will call me Master, or Daddy or Sir.  Do you understand me, little boy?”

Liam’s heart was pounding so hard in his chest, he just knew this mountain of a man could hear it.  He nodded.

“Answer me, boy!”

“Yes, sir…” he gasped, trying to hold back the tears.

The man smiled and continued to unbuckle the belt.  Once it was unfastened, he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly.  Then he wiggled the jeans down Liam’s legs to the top his boots.  The man knelt and tenderly removed the boots from Liam’s feet.  Once that was completed, he pulled the jeans off Liam completely and then pulled off his socks.

Liam’s shoulder ached.  With the added inch or two from his boots missing, his arms were pulled rigid with no bend in his elbows.

The man once again stepped back and looked at Liam.  He smiled a devilish grin and said, “Your sexy underwear is the same color as your scarf.  You like orange, boy?”

He picked up the jeans, boots and socks and moved them to the far corner.  He returned and picked up his discarded t-shirt, looked at the front of the shirt and smiled.  

“Orange for Clemson,” he said.  “You go to Clemson?”

Liam nodded.

The man looked sternly at his captive, and Liam said meekly, “Yes, sir.”

“Call me Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Liam said in a frightened voice just above a whisper.

“You have school spirit, sweetie pie,” the man said as he folded his shirt and put it on top of the jeans.

He returned, bent over and picked up the large-framed cuffs with the foot-long chain from the floor.  He stepped next to Liam and knelt.

“Do you know what these are, little boy?” the man asked.

“No sir,” Liam mumbled, and then quickly corrected himself by stammering, “Daddy!  Daddy…No, Daddy.  I don’t know.”

The man smiled.  “You’re so fucking adorable.  These are leg cuffs.  Some people call the leg irons or leg shackles.  Cops and jail guards put them on prisoners to ensure they can walk but no way could they run away or escape.”

Liam looked up at his cuffed wrists secured inescapably to the eyebolt which was bolted into the 4x4 in which he was leaning his back against.

Almost as if reading Liam’s mind, the man said, “Oh there’s no way you’re getting free without help, little boy, but the additional restraints will make the pictures even that much more fucking sexy!”

The man secured the first cuff around Liam’s right ankle, wrapped the chain around the back of the wooden beam and then snapped the second cuff around his left ankle.  His feet were forced back and to the side of the 4x4, causing Liam to arch his back.

“Yeah,” the man breathed slowly.  “Now that’s fucking fire!”

The big man scooped up the camera and began snapping shot after shot from different angles.  After at least ten minutes of taking pictures, the man put the camera down and reached into the bag again.  He removed a red ball with a leather string running through the center of it and extending at least two feet on each side of the ball.

He held the item by the string and left the ball dangle in Liam’s face.  After several long seconds, the man asked, “Do you know what this is, little boy?”

Liam shook his head and mumbled, “No, Daddy…”

He snorted once and said, “God, you’re so fucking sweet.  It’s gonna be a pleasure dirtying you up.”

Liam tried to swallow but he had no saliva in his mouth.  His mouth had run bone dry.  He thought the man was going to hit him with the ball contraption.

“Tilt your head back and open your mouth,” the man ordered.

After a second of indecision, Liam leaned his head back and opened his mouth.

“Wider, little boy,” he said.

Liam opened his mouth as wide as he could, having no idea what the man was planning to do, when the man forcibly shoved the ball into Liam’s mouth.  The hard rubber sphere filled the entirety of Liam’s mouth.  The man wrapped the leather strings to the back of Liam’s head and tightly tied it so that it would not budge from his mouth.  Liam’s mouth was painfully forced open and he started hyperventilating through his nose, as his brain tried to comprehend what was happening.  Liam thought he was going to gag and vomit with this thing in his mouth, and then he thought the man was going to try and suffocate him with the apparatus.

“Yes,” the man breathed excitedly.  “True fucking fear!”

The man grabbed the camera and began taking more pictures.  Liam panicked and he began to thrash and pull impudently at the metal cuffs restraining him.  The man started quickly taking picture after picture as Liam flailed against his bonds and grunted into the ballgag.  After several minutes, Liam’s floundering began to slow as exhaustion took its toll, and he began to realize the ball in his mouth, while extremely uncomfortable and awkward, was not going to harm him.

Liam collapsed against his restraints.  The pain in his wrists from him pulling most of his body weight down on them was great, but the sheer exhaustion he felt made it impossible for him to put weight on his feet to alleviate the pain.  His head drooped downward as he fought to remain conscious.

The man put the camera down again and reached into the bag.  He pulled out a switchblade and snapped it open.  The sound made Liam look toward the man, and he saw the gleaming blade reflect the white lights from above.  The knife made Liam think of worse things than being kidnapped and adrenalin flooded his system.

Liam supported himself with his feet, began to thrash again and howled into the gag.  The man approached with the knife in his right hand.  With his left, he reached into the waistband of Liam’s boxer briefs and pulled them away from his waist.  With the blade, the man cut away the spandex underwear and tossed them aside.

The man folded the switchblade and put it in his back pocket.  He picked up the camera again and stepped in front of Liam.  With his free hand, he grabbed the head of Liam’s limp penis and pinched slightly.  Liam screamed in shock and surprise into the ballgag and tried to pull away from the man's touch, but the steel restraints did not give in the slightest.

The man shook his head as if disappointed.  “Come on, little boy.  You’re as limp as a wet noodle and no pre cum! Aren’t you even the slightest bit turned on right now?”

Liam shook his head violently side to side and yelled into the gag.

The man smirked.  “You got a decent size cock for such a little guy.”  Then the man removed his fingers from Liam’s dick and grabbed one of his exposed nipples.  “You’ll learn to love this soon enough.”

He twisted Liam’s nipples until they stood erect and then stepped back and began taking pictures.  After at least twenty minutes more of picture taking the man stopped.  He put the camera on the floor once again and turned toward his prisoner.

“I’m going to remove the gag, and we are going to talk,” he said.  “If you behave yourself, I might do something nice for you.  Are you going to be a good boy if I take the gag out of your mouth?”

Liam nodded.

The man untied the leather cord behind Liam’s head and removed the ballgag.  Once free of Liam’s mouth, the man placed it into the nylon bag.  The man walked behind Liam and returned a moment later with a stool.  He placed it directly in front of Liam and he sat.  Their faces were only inches apart.  He reached out and began caressing Liam’s chest and exploring his naked body.

“What’s your name?” the man asked.  “Isaiah told me but I don’t remember.”

Liam tried to swallow again, to no avail, and then said in a horse whisper, “Liam.  My name is Liam.”

“What’s your entire name?” the man asked.  “And don’t lie, because I will find out, and if you are being the slightest bit deceitful, you will experience pain like you’ve never imagined.  Do you understand me, Liam?”

He nodded and said, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Name?”

He tried to swallow again, did his best to suppress a whimper and said, “Liam Finley Callahan.”

“You’re a student at Clemson University?”

Liam nodded, and when the man cleared his throat, he added, “Yes, Daddy.”

“How old are you, what grade are you in and what are you majoring in?” he asked in rapid succession.

Liam closed his eyes, bowed his head and sighed a shuttering exhale which belied how scared he truly was.  “I’m nineteen.  I’m in my junior year.  I’m majoring in criminal justice…”

The man brightened at his answer.  “Criminal justice?  You wanna be a cop?”

Liam nodded again and mumbled, “Yes, Daddy.”

The man snorted.  “So, you wanna be a cop!  Are you enjoying the handcuffs and leg irons then?”

“No, Daddy,” Liam said just above a whisper as two tears streamed down his face.

“Really?  Huh…” the man said.  “I figured you would enjoy this part at least.  Think of it as police training!  Why would such a sexy little boy, like you, want to be a fucking cop?”

Liam continued to look down and did not answer his question.  The man snapped his fingers and said, “I asked you a question, little boy.  Why you want to be a cop?”

Liam sighed a ragged breath and said in a low voice, “My dad is a police lieutenant.  I’ve always wanted to be a police officer.”

The man continued to tenderly explore Liam’s naked body.  “Well, that’s certainly a waste of talent, little boy.  You are in phenomenal shape.  You a dancer or something?”

Liam shook his head.  “No, I’m a gymnast.”

The man shook his head from side to side.  “This just keeps getting better and better.  What gymnastic things do you do?”

Liam continued to look down at the sawdust covered floor and mumbled just above a whisper, “I do the floor exercise, still rings, vault, pommel horse, parallel and horizontal bars…”

The man continued to shake his head and said, “No idea my new star was a future Olympian!”

Liam ignore the remark and continued to look at the floor and his steel cuffed ankles.

“Tell me, where are you from?” the man said.  “Where were you going when your car broke down?  And when will you be noticed as missing?”

Liam had told Isaiah most of this during their ride from his car to this place.  So, he told the man he was from Philadelphia and was going home to surprise his family for Thanksgiving.  He did not answer his last question intentionally, and the man noticed.

He grabbed Liam’s left nipple and twisted.  Liam squeaked a painful sounding intake of breath.

“Liam Finley Callahan from Philadelphia,” the man said, “a member of the Clemson University Tigers gymnastics team, why would your family be surprised that you showed up the day before Thanksgiving?  And don’t fucking lie…”

He twisted Liam’s nipple even more to emphasize.

“Because I’m usually not allowed to leave campus on Thanksgiving weekend!” Liam blurted.

“Why?” the man yelled and twisted Liam’s nipple again.

“I’m on the cheerleading squad!” Liam said, near tears.  “We’re never allowed to leave campus on this weekend because of the Saturday football game, but they changed the policy for us at the last minute this year!”

“When are you expected to be back on campus?” the man snapped with another, even harder twist of Liam’s nipple.

“Friday night!” Liam cried out.  “We’re supposed to be back on campus by Friday evening.”

The man released Liam’s nipple and continued his tender exploration of Liam’s beautiful, stripped body.

“Let me see if I got this right, little boy,” the man said.  “You were planning on surprising your family by unexpectedly popping in tonight to celebrate Thanksgiving.  Your family thinks you’re staying on campus because of the football game on Saturday.  Your cheerleading people expect you back by Friday evening.”

The man tilted Liam’s chin up so that they were looking eye to eye.  “Nobody knows that you are here, do they?”

Liam closed his eyes and shook his head.

The man smiled.  “Excellent!  Now, because you have been so honest and forthcoming, I will give you a choice.”

Liam opened his eyes and looked at his captor.

“I know you have many questions,” he said, “and I promise to answer them tomorrow morning, but it’s bedtime for you, little boy.”

Liam unknowingly pulled at his handcuffed wrists.

“You’re staying here tonight,” he said.  “In fact, you’ll be staying in the barn for the foreseeable future.  It’ll get chilly and definitely uncomfortable for you, but it’s insulated enough that there’s no fear of hyperthermia.  The choice that I give you is this; do you want to stay all night in your current position or would you rather be on your knees.”

Liam’s shoulders were on fire.  Especially since the man had removed his boots with the inch or so rubber sole.  Now standing flatfooted, Liam’s arms were stretched painfully upward.  He was not exactly sure what the man’s offer to have him on his knees meant, but maybe his shoulders would get some much needed relief.

Liam tried unsuccessfully to clear his throat and then said, “On my knees…”

Without saying another word, the man stood up and retrieved the handcuff key from his pocket.  He quickly unlocked both of Liam’s secured wrists.  Liam lowered his arms with an audible groan which was part pain and relief.  Liam began to rub his shoulders with his hands to work out the agonizing kinks in his muscles and joints.

The man went to the nylon bag and grabbed a set of handcuffs.  He walked behind the post and told Liam to put his hands behind his back.

“Can I use the restroom first?” he asked.

“You need to piss, little boy?”

“Yes, sir,” he mumbled.

“Daddy,” the man reminded Liam.

“Yes, Daddy…”

“Then piss,” he said.  “What do you think the sawdust is for?”

Liam looked at the sawdust he was standing in, as the man grabbed his right wrist and snapped on one of the handcuff bracelets.  He pulled it around the back of the 4x4 and grabbed Liam’s free hand.  Then he cuffed Liam’s left wrist, securing his wrists behind the wooden beam Liam was backed up against. The man helped Liam get to his knees and then stood in front of him.  

“Let’s not waste a moment like this,” the man said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his engorged cock.  “Suck it, little boy.”

Liam gawked at the man’s member in horror.

The man removed the switchblade from his pocket, flicked it open and said, “Don’t make me tell you again, and don’t think about trying to bite me!  Unless you want me to cut up your pretty little face!”

Liam hesitantly opened his mouth, just as the man grabbed him by the back of the head and forced his dick deep into Liam's mouth.  The action caused Liam to gag, but the man paid him no mind.  The large man forcibly thrust his erect penis in and out of Liam’s mouth.  The man palmed the back of Liam’s head and began moving his head back and forth in concert with the man's forward thrusting.

Mercifully, the man did not last long.  He exploded into Liam’s mouth, and Liam gagged again.

“Swallow it all down, you fucking slut!” the big man yelled.

Liam complied and then thought he was going to be sick.

The man put his still dripping manhood back into his pants and zipped up his fly.  He walked to the far corner and picked Liam’s socks off the floor where he had put the discarded clothing.  He returned, balled up the socks and placed then against Liam’s mouth.

“Open up, little boy,” the man said.

Without thinking, Liam opened his mouth and the man shoved in both ankle-high socks.  The man then picked up the shredded boxer briefs and added them to Liam’s packed mouth.  Next, the man grabbed a roll of silver duct tape from the nylon bag, pull a piece of tape from the roll and placed it over Liam’s stuffed mouth.  He wrapped the tape around Liam’s lower face several times to complete the gag.  

He dropped the tape back into the bag and retrieved the camera.  He took many pictures of Liam in his current position.  This shoot took no less than fifteen minutes, and when the man was done, he placed the camera in the black nylon bag.  He then walked to the far corner, placed Liam’s clothing and boots into the bag and walked out of the barn without saying another word.

Then all the lights shut off and Liam was blanketed in blackness.  The only illumination was from the ambient lighting from the house that trickled in through the windows.  In the darkness, Liam finally began to weep.