The Delivery Man

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Bronson loved his job. At 34, the guy had more money than he knew what to do with. Not only was his job rewarding financially, but he got to travel, set his own hours and it got him laid all the time. 

Bronson was a modern day slaver. He sold young men to wealthy patrons across the continental US. He would stalk the men to get enough information on their life and habits, wait until the right time and strike. Before the boys knew it, they were tied down, gagged and beyond help. 

Bronson used to work at a packing facility. He found the work exhausting and soul-sucking. The only solace he found was checking out his younger co-worker throughout the day. Bronson would watch him swagger around, cursing, talking about pussy, getting sweaty. Bronson didn't care much for women. In fact, he had long accepted he was gay, but he didn't really view that as a bad thing. He knew what he wanted. He wanted young men like his coworker to submit to him, to worship his superior body, and humiliate themselves for his pleasure. 

He held out for two years at that job before snapping. He was working late, the third day in a row. It was a hot, muggy summer night and all he wanted to do was get back home so he could convince some little queer from the internet to come home and lick his hairy balls clean. But he couldn't. He couldn't go anywhere. They were way behind and it looked like they were going to be pulling a fourteen hour shift. 

By 1AM, everyone but he and his young friend was gone. Bronson had spent the last hour with a constant hardon. He was staring at the ass-sweat forming on the boys shorts while he rolled up a pallet of boxes using the automated plastic wrapper. The thought suddenly occurred to Bronson, what if his poor little friend were to get caught up in that. he wouldn't be able to move at all. 

A half hour later, the poor guy was wrapped up in plastic like a mummy. He was screaming for help but Bronson just sat on his face and told him to kiss his ass. Eventually he carried the kid to the trunk of his car and took him back to his place for a long weekend of training. 

After the guy could deepthroat Bronson's dick like it was nothing and had a craving for dick in his ass, Bronson faced the conundrum of what to do. He was facing numerous issues at work because of this. Bla bla where did his co-worker go? Bla bla why was the security tape damaged in his section and the parking lot? Bla Bla why was his co-worker clothes found in the street in between his house and his work? He sat to himself wondering what he should do. Part of him just wanted to show his managers the complete sex slave he created and ask if they are impressed, but he knew that if he was sent to prison he'd never be able to take what he wanted, when he wanted. 

In the end, Bronson found the answer on the internet. Since he was a bondage fanatic, he had profiles on all bdsm dating sites. From the paid, common ones everyone was on, to the extreme ones that people rarely dug down in their search engines far enough to find. It was in one of these lesser known webpages where a forum post caught his eye. 

With his coworker tied up tightly on his knees. Hands tied behind the back with additional coils of rope winding around his body and legs and gagged with Bronson's enormous cock - the slave was powerless to move stuffed underneath his master's work desk while he busied himself on the computer.

"Listen to this maggot," Bronson interrupted his blowjob and stunned his slave, "I think I've found the answer to our little problem."

The boy tried to mumble, "what problem," but it came out as an undecipherable groan with the man's dick obstructing his tongue. 

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. YOU are the problem. You can't just walk out the door and go back to your life. Not after how quick you went from cocky motherfucker to pathetic slave whore. No. What you deserve, is a life of serving men, and guess what, I've already found someone who will pay 15 grand for you!"

That's how it all started. Bronson left his life behind. His phone, his computer, his ID, he torched everything. His internet friend was more than accomodating. Not only did he put Bronson up for a month, but he assisted him with obtaining false credentials, a place to hang low, a work place and even some equipment. 

Bronson barely remembered his first kidnapping. To him it was almost laughable how amateur he was during it. He took someone he knew. He fucked him hard against the packaging conveyor of his own work place. He took pictures with his person phone of the boy working on his dick - a leather collar locked around the slave's neck and a chain leash in plain sight. So many mistakes that could have landed him in jail, but not anymore. 

Bronson truly forgot the name of that poor clueless bastard he took from work. He could barely picture his face even when he concentrated hard. One thing he didn't forget was his first client, Ian Gil Streaver. Mr. Streaver was a big man. He weighed about 250 lbs and was all bear. Sure, he had a nice layer of fat, but he carried himself well, and his long brown beard gave him the quintisential look of Master. 

Even Bronson showed complete and utter respect for the man. He considered that a man willing to take on a slave would probably not be opposed to two, and he didn't want to be on his bad side. But the man insisted Bronson call him Ian, treated him like an equal and praised him on his capture. 

The delivery man's first job proved a huge success and opened up a brand new career to him. When he deposited the slave on the floor of Ian's bedroom. He was completely mummified naked from head to toe with saran wrap and duct tape. Bronson had taken special care to provide him with a breating tube to hold in his mouth. 

The boy had spent an hour plus in that tight cocoon. Before Bronson had wrapped him. He stripped him of any clothing, including his collar. Following Ian's instructions, Bronson forced a big butt plug up the boy's ass so he would be ready to take Ian's cock. Bronson assured him the boy's ass would be ready. 

Once Bronson unwrapped the boy's head that evening, an air of confusion came over his face. His master was towering over him, standing naked, his huge, hard dick extending out and leaking precum. Bronson was truly a master piece of male form. Just enough hair to be sexy without it being an overt amount. His chest was so strong, the boy had learned to appreciate a man's body in his captivity and loved the site before him. 

All of a sudden, the boy heard heavy foot steps approaching him from out of his sight. He tried to crane his head to see, and the sight terrified him. A huge beast of a man, at least 6'2' and built like a mountain came thundering towards him. He easily could break the boy in two and have enough energy to spare to do the same to Bronson. 

The sight of this new man sent the slave into a panic. He frantically pulled at his arms and legs and rolled around on the floor, making exhaustive grunting noises to get free in between begging, "No.." and "Please.."

"Begging will get you nowhere boy," the huge man said as he came into full view wearing nothing but knee high leather boots and a bulging leather jock. 

The man used his huge left bear hand to cover the boys whimpering mouth. He leaned in close so his new slave could feel his breath on his ear.

"You're mine now. Bronson says you love to swallow cum like a good faggot," his voice hissed, "which is good cause both of your holes are going to get plenty of it. And when you're done for the day, you will contemplate your pathetic existance from an impossibly small, locked steel cage until the craving for my dick takes you over again. And all you can do is scream how bad you want my cock into a locked gag. Sounds fun right?"

The boy's eyes widened with fear. He did his best to shake his head to signal the man that he in fact did not want to be his slave, but the man's strong grip didn't let him move a muscle. All he could do was whimper.

The man paid no attention. He just inched his other hand down the boy's chest and to the bulge where his hard cock was. He began to sensually rub on it, driving the orgasm denied boy crazy with sexual frustration.

"You see even though you don't think you want to eat your food off the floor, naked and collared like a dog I know deep down you crave it. I know, deep down, you'll do whatever I say to get what's behind this leather jock. You know why boy?" Ian continued.

This time he let the boy shake his head "no."

"It's because you're a faggot. And you fucking love being used by real men. You love waking up with everthing but your head locked away in a crate and face full of ass to greet you. You love being chained under a poker table and forced to suck every cock that demanded it. You already love all these things, and now you're going to prove it to yourself." Ian said as he unbuttoned his jock and fished out an enormous 11 inch bull cock to match his body.

The boy was hypnotized by the huge piece of meat as it dangled freely. It's girth felt heavy even in the air as it's musky scent permeated the bound captive's nostrils. Immediately, the scent of the man activated a deep need in the boy. He opened his mouth wide and moaned as the huge cock was lowered into his mouth. He sucked it like a baby would a pacifier.

Bronson watched as his little business transaction nursed on his new friends impressive meat. The boy began to get braver, taking in more of the cock into his mouth. He started moaning everytime he bobbed his head up and down. So much drool was pouring out of the boy's mouth that Bronson suspected Ian's cock was driving him into a salivating frenzy. 

Ian just stared deep into his newly purchased property's eyes to instill fear. The boy stared right back up at him, making slutty expressions with his face to try and communicate how badly he loved his cock. A sadistic smile came over Ian's face, and he began to roughly plunge his dick into the defenseless boys mouth and too the back of his throat. 

The taped up boy gagged and choked on his master's dick for another ten minutes before it began to erupt a huge load of hot cum down the boy's newly conditioned throat. After he swallowed the load, Ian used his hard dick to smack the boy in the face and left a huge mushroom stamp on his forehead. Then he simply used a nearby roll of duct tape to tape up the boy's mouth and he went on to instruct Bronson on his future course of action. 

Bronson knew right there that he had found his passion. Uniting real men with pathetic sex starved fags would be his calling, and if Ian was to be believed, he could make a killing doing it. 

That was four years ago. Bronson had been, 'the delivery man," for some time now. Bronson had established quite a dignified reputation amongst other slavers. He was known as the man who could take anyone. He had no escapes on his record, and all the men he took were devoted fag slaves to his customers. Not. One. Exception.

Now he sat in his home. A huge section he and some trusted friends renovated right in his own lair. Thanks to people always willing to conduct morally questionable deals at an increased profit, the delivery man had a nice setup: a huge manufacturing floor. The renovated office side of the building which was now redecorated and looked like a sprawling mansion on the inside (the outward appearance made the place look abandoned to keep interested parties away). He also was able to transform a locker-room/gym that had been previously used by the former occupants employees into a sleazy, all in one dungeon, shower and when needed, bathroom. 

The delivery man was seated at his desk in the same uniform he had abducted Ryan in. His big cock was exposed and he was slowly jerking it off while watching the scene unfold on his computer monitor. He was receiving a live video feed from the man who had purchased Ryan. The boy was shown on a pedestal at cock height. His hands and feet were locked behind him in a spreader bar and his ass and even his mouth were fully on display. 

Bronson picked up the pace when he saw too lean, muscular men walk into view on either side of Ryan, who did his best to keep his eyes to the ground but cringed nervously as the men circled him. His master and his friend were using him hard tonight. It was Ryan's third night at home and they wanted to make sure he understood what he was.

Ryan's Master had dark, curly black hair and a trimmed beard. He had a nice seven inch dick that was perfect for sucking on or taking deep in Ryan's ass. The past couple days Ryan had actually loved. But when his master's "friend" from Canada got to town, Ryan cowered at the pale lumberjack's ripped hairy body and foot long cock, that his master warned was going straight up his ass. 

Bronson watched as Ryan was made to lick the canadian's 12 inch dick like it was a lolly pop. He heard on the audio his master yelling at him to beg properly as he smacked Ryan's ass cheeks with a paddle. Soon, Ryan was furiously licking like a child with melting ice cream. The man adjusted himself a bit, teabagged the slave for awhile and then made him lick his nutsack clean.

The master kept up with the stern paddling to reinforce his control over Ryan. Every smack Bronson heard over his high definition speakers was music to his ears. He looked at how red Ryan's cheeks were getting and wondered how much he was going to take. 

The count was at 28 before Ryan started to blubber like a baby and beg his master for mercy. The master had been expecting this and signalled his friend to go ahead and put the boy's mouth to a more useful task. The canadian plunged his huge, long dick into Ryan's moaning trap to choke out all sound. Now all Bronson heard was the boy gagging on a nice big dick while the master resumed circling his slave. 

Bronson looked close and saw Ryan tugging on the rigid irons that held his hands and feet firmly in place and kept him in perfect position to be fucked doggy style. The master made eye contact with the camera, winked and started strutting over to line up his cock for a hard fucking.

Ryan was too distracted with choking down the canadian's big long pole to notice his master lubing up his dick behind him. The cold feeling of lube touching his conditioned hole surprised him and made him yelp out, making both of his dom's and even the delivery man laugh. 

The master slid his dick in with one big thrust. Ryan choked a little more down on the canadian's dick as his eyes bugged out and his ass got acclimated to it's new invader. The master picked up the pace, as did the canadian. Soon enough, Ryan was trapped in an unforgiving spit roast, with both men shoving their ample cocks into him. 

The warm feeling in his ass that master had taught him to love grew in Ryan's body. It made him hornier, more desperate for release. He started forcefully choking himself on the big dick he was sucking, and loudly moaning in unrestrained pleasure. Both men laughed at what a whore they had created. Ryan didn't care, he kept trying to take more dick into both of his holes in order to service them better. 

After about 10 minutes of this routine, the master and his friend withdrew their cocks and switched places. The master walked around to Ryan's face, grabbed him by his hair and shoved his dick in the boy's mouth so Ryan could eat his load and clean his dick of the boy's ass juices. Ryan hungrily sucked and licked on his master's dick, hoping to be rewarded like he had been every other night with the chance to cum. 

The canadian was lubing up his massive dick. Bronson watched closely as he lined it up to drive it straight into Ryan's unsuspecting asshole. As Ryan sucked his master's cock, the canadian smiled as he slowly tapped his cock on the boy's hole. A shiver ran up Ryan's back as he realized what was now going to happen. Without warning, the canadian shoved his dick into Ryan's asshole and began to drive it further and further in.

Once he was balls deep, the canadian held his dick there to let Ryan get used to the oversized fuck stick. Ryan was sucking in air to try and take his mind off of the huge invader in his ass, but his master would have none of it. He commanded the boy continue to service his cock and slapped Ryan in the face for pausing his pleasure.

Soon enough, the canadian started moving his hips and slowly began to fuck in and out of Ryan's ass. The boy moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain as he dedicated his focus to sucking his master's cock. Everytime he thought he would get used to it, the canadian picked up the pace. Ryan thought the man's dick might split him in two, but it wasn't long into the fucking before Ryan felt that warm familiar feeling of pleasure take over his body again. He began to revert back to his whore needs, sucking cock and taking it up the ass.

The delivery man watched close as both men seemed to be approaching the need to cum. Their breath was increasing, their fuck pace was increasing, and Ryan was getting more and more excited that he would soon be filled with hot cum at both ends. Just as Bronson was getting close to cumming too, his cell phone went off. 

He tried to ignore it. He tried to concentrate at the scene unfolding in front of him, but his curiousity got the better of him. As he reached over to check the number, he heard the unmistakeable grunts of the two men simultaneously cumming deep in both of Ryan's holes. Temporarily satisfied, Bronson closed out of the cam session, and looked at his phone. 

Illegally obtaining male sex slaves was a good business, but it required a lot of preparation. When Bronson first started as the delivery man, he did all of this work on his own. But soon as he became successful, he contracted out certain tasks that made his life and the abduction of his products so much easier. He had a private investigator named Luke Ford. Luke did all of his initial work on a new product. Over the years the too had become good friends. Luke was just as sadistic as Bronson was when it came to sex, and loved to help Bronson break in the boys if necessary. 

Luke left a message saying he had emailed him a report on the boys he had inquired about. He'd spotted them while picking up Ryan, who was now undoubtedly back in his cage and ready to start his chastity training. Soon Ryan would do anything just for the chance to cum, and Bronson hoped that these new boys would follow suit.

Bronson opened the e-mail. It was divided into two sections. The first was devoted to the cute boy he had almost ran into while loading up Ryan. The boy's name was Mason Carter. He was just as cute in the pictures as he was the day Bronson saw him. Very lean, smooth chest but well toned. He was a star at his high school for distance running. He had some sort of weird haircut that only teenagers can pull off and look as cute as he does, shaggy with light brown hair perpetually in his eyes. 

Mason was an only child and his parents worked round the clock as doctors at the hospital. The report listed that Mason was basically alone all of the time in a huge house with only one close-by neighbor. Best of all, the boy was eighteen (The Delivery Man refused to procure products that hadn't reached that age yet). 

Luke had done a great job. It seems Mason was a fan of nude sunbathing and had gotten some great shots of the boy naked. He was pretty skinny, but had a nice bubble ass and a very nice, very thick eight inch cock that seemed to be his pride and joy. Bronson studied the other details of allergies, committments, banking. They all seemed to be fine. Next, he turned to the two he had his eyes on next, the sexy ginger twins Mason was friends with.

He had always wanted to take two at once, and he had always wanted twins. Kevin and Kyle were perfect. Their father worked overseas and both parents were constantly away for months at a time. To compensate, they put the boys 20 year old brother Adam in charge. Other than that the boys lived out of town, perfect for a late night pickup.

Since the boys had just finished highschool. They were free of any committments. They didn't work. They didn't go to school yet. They didn't volunteer. As far as Bronson could tell from the report, the boys did little but work out, party and jerk off together. He was pretty sure they weren't gay as Luke had included an internet history of the boys. It was all pussy porn. But there was something on the internet history that did interest Bronson, and he felt confident that it would be his way to get the boys competely restrained and ready for pickup.

Generally, a job like this would take awhile. Some took months, some almost took a full year to plan. Bronson wasn't even a week off of his last acquisition. He knew people were searching for Ryan. He knew they were combing over every piece of evidence. He even knew there was a chance they might link it to other kidnappings across the country. But that didn't change his mind. He wanted these ginger slaves on his dick bad.

A week later, Kevin and Kyle were racing home from the gym in the car the boys shared. Their parents were very wealthy, and could have bought the boys separate cars, but the boys never went anywhere apart. They were very close. 

As they pulled up the long driveway to their house they parked to the side of their garage that was unattached to the house. The boys used the garage to get wasted or stoned. Their older brother Adam insisted they don't do it in the house. Of course, he partook in the festivities as well, but he still felt they'd be better off if they kept it out of their parents' house. 

The boys jumped out of their car and raced eachother up the walk way to the front door, grappling and throwing one another down to see who would win. By the time they got to the door, they were huffing and puffing and laughing at their horseplay. They almost didn't notice a package left for them on the doorstep.

"The fuck is this?" Kyle asked his brother.

"Probably that dildo you ordered to stretch your asshole open," Kevin replied smirking at him.

The boys traded punches to the arm before going inside and raising up a lot more commotion, hoping to signal their brother that they were home. Adam didn't come downstairs, so they figured he was sleeping or jerking off or doing whatever else he did. Even though he was a bit older, they were still very close to him and looked up to Adam. He had maintained a perfect grade point average and been quite a baseball star when he was in school. Now he was just about done with community college and ready to figure out what to do with his life.

Kevin threw the package on the table, stripped off his muscle shirt and out of his basketball shorts, leaving just his sweaty jock. He loved the feeling of airing himself out after a workout, especially on his ass cheeks. 

"You sure that's not a dildo for you ya big slut. Running around here all naked," Kyle laughed.

Kevin looked over and his brother had stripped to his jock too. The boys loved to tease each other, but basically they had the same feelings about nakedness. The more the better.

"Speaking of which, what the fuck was it anyways. It was addressed to us," Kyle asked.

"No fucking clue, I didn't order anything," Kevin replied.

"Well maybe its something from a school or some shit, they're always after our dicks," Kyle said as he picked it up and shook it, the noises left no clues as to what was inside.

"Just open it pussy, it's not a bomb," Kevin said impatiently.

Kyle began to tear open the package. Inside was a collection of smaller packages. There was still no clue as to who sent it, but there were further instructions on each box. Kyle picked out the one that said, 'OPEN ME FIRST,' and tossed it to his brother.

"Check that shit out," Kyle said as Kevin caught it and started to open it.

"Looks like its a DVD," Kevin said as he slowly walked his sexy naked ass over to the family's huge home entertainment center and put it in the blu-ray player, "probably a college commercial. I bet we see a bunch of slutty scholastic chicks begging for our dicks. They just can't wait to get a taste."

The boys sat down to watch. The screen was blank for a bit, but just when Kyle was getting up to check the DVD words came up on the screen, 'SIT THE FUCK DOWN.' Kyle sat down, subconsiously following the instructions.

"What the fuck..." Kyle said.

"Shh!" his brother replied.

The words faded out to black and audio faded in. The boys heard muffled groaning that sounded somehow familiar. Slowly, a picture disolved onto the screen and they saw a naked guy duct taped to a chair. His hands, feet, legs and arms were all separately taped, and he had a few layers of tape around his mouth. The boys watched silently as the victim struggled and moaned in his bondage. Both boy's knew who it was, it was their older brother Adam.

"Fuck dude! that's Adam!" Kevin screamed out as he went to get his phone.

The screen went black again and more words appeared, 'DON'T FUCK UP. YOU CALL FOR HELP AND YOU'LL NEVER SEE YOUR BROTHER AGAIN.'

Both boys were scared shitless. They had no idea what to do. It was situations like these where they went to Adam, but now he was the one in trouble. The audio and picture resumed only now Adam was joined by a masked man holding his face tightly with black leather gloves.

"Go on and check your phones boys," the man said, "I'm monitoring them.

Kevin picked up his phone and he had a text from an unknown number that said, "Like your screen pic?" Somehow, someone had gotten into his phone and changed his screen pic to one of his brother, naked and bound as he was in the video. 

"Shit Kyle the motherfucker got into our phones!" Kevin yelled out.

Kyle checked and saw the exact same message and screen pic on his cell. 

"So don't think I'll miss a call to the police, or your parents, or even your little friend Mason," the man continued, "what I want is a trade.

Adam strated breathing heavier and struggling as the man was talking. The boys watched as he pulled as hard as he could at his bindings, but got nowhere. He moaned into his gag, but the boys couldn't understand what he was saying, but the boys watched intently as the man pulled out a handgun.

"Now," said the man who held the boys' strict attention, "This fucker doesn't interest me. He's a dime a dozen and I could get him on any block in any neighborhood. What I want, is you boys. For an evening. After that you can go on your way. You follow my orders. I will come back, drop your brother off and show you boys a great time. All you have to do is text back the number your willingness to comply and follow the instructions in the package. If you fail to meet these requirements, then I will still come after you after first using this on your brother."

The man waved the gun at the camera. Both boys were beyond concerned for Adam, but what could they do? Should they follow the man's orders? Why was he doing this?

"Fuck Kevin what are we..." Kyle begun.

"HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW!" Kevin interrupted, "But we can't leave Adam like that. We can't!"

Kevin immediately texted back that they would agree as long as he let Adam go. The response was almost instant. The message reassured the boys that if they followed the man's instructions that no one would be hurt, and he would pay Adam for his inconvenience, if he wanted to he could even split it with the boys when they met up.

While the boys sat in their living room frozen with worry. Kyle received a voicemail from Adam's phone. He quickly listened to it.

"Kyle, Kevin, I'm sorry...but...please don't do it. Just go to the police. Mom and Dad would want..." Adam said in the message before he was cut off.

The boys long contemplated going to the police, but their love for their brother led them to look and see what was left in the package. They looked in an envelope that said, "OPEN ME SECOND," on it. Inside was a list of instructions:

1. Strip down to your jocks (you boys are probably wearing them already).

2. Wait an hour. Head out to your garage.

3. Once inside. Take remaining contents of package - plastic zip ties and ball gags out.

4. Gag yourselves tightly. Not doing so will result in consequences. 

5. Zip tie your ankles tightly together. See above instruction for what will happen if you don't.

6. Kneel on the floor with your backs resting on one of the support beams. One boy to a beam.

7. Ziptie your wrists behind your back so you are tied to the beam.

The boys trembled when Kevin read out the instructions. They couldn't believe this was happening. After forty minutes of arguing and frantic paniking. The boys walked outside wearing nothing but jocks and carrying the remaining package items with them. 

The Delivery Man gave the boys an extra half hour to sit and wonder what they had done before his huge truck began thundering up their driveway. He was very confident with what he would see when he arrived. And he was correct.

He pulled up with his lights on the open garage. There were two handsome, mostly naked men tied to support beams in the garage with bright red ball gags sticking out of their mouths. The delivery man smiled his arrogant smirk as he beamed the lights into the terrified boys' eyes. They struggled and moaned, not able to move anywhere from the bondage they put themselves in. 

The Delivery Man shut off his engine, exited the truck and began to slowly walk toward the boys. Once the saw the muscular guy that wanted to use them for an evening, both boys grimaced at how powerful he appeared. They inched back on the support beams, but had nowhere to go. Their eyes widened as they saw he was carrying the same gun he had used in the video.

"Evening boys," the delivery man said in his gruff voice, "I'm scheduled for both a drop-off and pick up here is that correct?"

Both boys looked at eachother's pathetic gagged faces before nodding.

"Excellent," the man replied, "Oh I couldn't help noticing you were interested in the gun. Sorry if it scared you sluts."

The man continued to wave it around their faces as they shook with fear. 

"You know what the problem is with you two fucking morons?" the man asked as the boys looked up confused, "you can't recognize a squirt gun when it really, really matters."

The delivery man then proceeded to spray the boys with water from the gun. They had been tricked! The man had tricked them into offering themselves to him on a silver platter, and now they were his.

To be continued...