The Delivery Man

The ding of his calendar email pulled Detective DeMarco out of his deep concentration. He glanced up from the small amount of evidence he had collected for his latest case. He had a meeting in fifteen minutes with his superior, where he was due to give a progress report.

DeMarco was stressed; he leaned back in his chair and frantically ran his meaty fingers through his curly black hair. He let out a loud groan of annoyance at the meeting bell, but knew this wasn’t a meeting he could blow off. Three young men were missing. They weren’t minors, but they were young enough to have very concerned parents. DeMarco himself volunteered for the case. He felt it was his duty to get these boys back, but after a few days of looking, it seemed like he had stumbled upon something very atypical and out of his comfort zone. 

Truth was, there was very little to go on. All evidence said the guys left their homes. No break ins, no signs of any struggle, not even a sign of intent to vacate. They hadn’t contacted anyone and made any purchases with their credit cards. The more DeMarco investigated, the more it almost sounded like a serial killer, but no evidence was found at the scene. 

DeMarco focused on what he knew. He talked to the boys’ family and neighbors and was rounding out a timetable to when the boys’ vanished. A few oddities did present themselves. One witness, Mason Carter, placed two of the kidnapped boys in the vicinity of the other missing person during the exact timetable that he went missing. The other boys were taken only days later. DeMarco considered them related because of the lack of evidence, motive for disappearing and lack of witnesses. 

Yesterday, one more puzzle piece fell into place. A photo had surfaced on the internet. A woman recognized the boy from a missing person’s photo on the news. DeMarco wasn’t sure if the boy in the photo was this missing dude Ryan, but there was no indication as to when the photo was taken. The boy’s friends stated that he wasn’t into anything taboo, but this photo, and the boy’s internet search history, clearly begged to differ. He had looked at some hardcore gay bondage and domination sites. Stuff that showed young men tied up and going to town on some cocky porn star’s sausage. 

DeMarco figured the kid had some secret lover and skipped town. This picture seemed to corroborate the story. Ryan, or whoever this dude was in the picture, was hogtied with his naked ass on full display, choking on some built dude’s fat dick. He admitted it’d be hard for the parents to get over, but the kid had every right to live that way, fucked up as it was. 

He had been ready to tie that one off, but then Mason Carter and the twin’s brother Adam came in to report Kevin and Kyle Garrety. The cases were eerily similar so he decided to take a second look. It was even stranger the boys could have been in the same place at the same time, maybe even pissed off or caught the eye of the same predator. DeMarco thought it was better to be safe than sorry. 

DeMarco had been on the force for 12 years. He was a good detective and had been quite an asset to the city. He did have a typical hot temper for an italian cop, but he did his best to treat people fairly, even if they were, as he commonly said, “fucking pig headed chumps.” He worked hard, kept his body rock hard, and was proud of everything he did. From work, to his eating habits, to fucking his wife. He was the quintessential italian stud cop, black hair, five o’clock shadow, dark eyes, strong features, hairy chest slightly obscuring his muscular pecs and rock hard abs. Not to mention his 9” man cock. 

As the minutes ticked away before his next meeting, he searched through the similar channels he had found images of the Ryan kid all tied up. They weren’t typical post your photo sites. It circulated from a public forum, got picked up to tumblr and eventually found its way to twitter. As he browsed the forum, he noticed similar pictures of various boys tied up. It seemed like each poster was bragging. And it was some pretty messed up stuff. One had a guy locked up in a plastic case on his dick and said it’d been three years since he had been allowed the release every man needs.

The more DeMarco studied, the worse he felt. He was starting to think something had happened. Something more sinister than some queer boy heading off to ride on every dick from here to mexico. He was starting to think these boys were abducted. 

The meeting bell on his outlook dinged, and he jumped up to go meat his asshole of a captain to tell him he wanted to bring in Mason and the older brother. He had a hunch one of them knew something…

Meanwhile, a few short miles away, Adam Garrety was running along a lonely trail in a large forest preserve that bordered the city. Wearing only bright red running shorts, Adam had been jogging for a good eight miles, he was very uncomfortable, covered in sweat and wishing he could just get this cock cage removed. But the man wouldn’t allow it. The man who had taken over his life, the man who had abducted his brothers and sold them as sex slaves, the man who forced him to fabricate a story about how he had been way all day and the boys had been talking about heading out of town. 

Adam never got a name from him. He didn’t need one. The first time he saw that giant dick bulge out of his pants and the man smile that arrogant smirk that basically screamed out, “You’re my cock whore.” Before long he was naked, on his kitchen floor obediently shaking his ass back and forth as the man explained exactly what he was and what he was going to do. The man took control of him immediately, hypnotized him with his big cock and locked the chastity cage on him to keep him under control. 

Everything seemed fine at first, but now he was getting dragged back to the police station for a follow-up interview. That wasn’t part of the plan. Their disappearances were supposed to be dismissed as teenage hijinx. As the man explained, the brothers were fine. Hell, Adam was jealous of them. They were in demand. They got a master immediately. The man refused to accept him, or abduct him for another master. He told him he was worthless, and lucky to even get a taste of his cock. 

Soon Adam came to an outhouse off the path. As planned, he walked into the men’s bathroom and walked into the third stall. Once he looked in, the materials he had been informed of in a note from this man were in plain sight: plastic zip tie handcuffs, a little bit of duct tape on a roll, and last but not least, a well-worn jock that felt crusty to the touch. Adam followed his instructions to a ‘t.’

First, he stripped out of his skimpy red running shorts and threw them out of the stall and towards the door. Now completely naked (except for the chastity cage locked tightly on his cock and balls), Adam sat down on the grungy outhouse toilet. He took the crusty jock in his hand and without hesitation stuffed it into his mouth. The smell and taste was incredible. The instant smell of man washed over his tongue and ran through his body. It tasted like sweat and cum, old sweat and cum. Adam practically hyperventilated and sucked on it over and over to try and get more of the flavor. After taking a moment of bliss to enjoy what was undoubtedly the man’s heavily used jockstrap, Adam obediently took out a piece of duct tape and placed it over his eyes. He pressed on his face as tightly as possible to cut out any way he could see. Once he was satisfied, he used the rest of the tape around his face. The rest of the roll proved to be quite enough to make sure he’d never be able to spit the gag out without using his hands, and that would take a while. Finally, he grabbed the zip-tie cuffs, guided through some steel bars above his head, and zip tied his hands together. He was now trapped… 

Bronson parked a non-descript car he used for day-to-day travel in a nearby parking lot. He knew the forest preserve area well. There were no cameras, no actual police presence; he would have his little bitch Adam all to himself. Adam must not have done a good job convincing the police that he was not involved in his brothers’ disappearance, because on the delivery man’s routine checkup with the slut to make sure he had kept that butt plug in and used it every day, the boy mentioned some detective wanted to meet with him. 

As Bronson hurried along the trail dressed like an everyday hiker with jeans, a ball cap, climbing boots and a tight sleeveless t-shirt showing off his big arms. He carried with him a bag of stuff to potentially use on Adam should he feel inclined, but more than likely he wouldn’t be able to sell him off just yet. He still wanted to use him.

Typically Bronson would just move off and let the heat die down, but he had an itch to scratch. He wanted one more boy, Mason Carter. It seemed young Mason had been interviewed as well. Should Mason actually tell the cop something odd, he may have to change his motif. He couldn’t afford to let the boy have too many meetings with Detective DeMarco – either of them. 

Mason would sell for a huge amount of money. Bronson could afford to take some time off to get some vacationing done, maybe figure out how to take his operation global. Adam, on the other hand, was a dirty whore. He’d gladly climb into any man’s cage and lock it himself before he handed over the key. His seasoned buyers would spot this in a minute. They wanted reluctant straight boys. That was the niche Bronson had made a reputation of providing. They could get a kid like Adam off the streets of any city in the US. 

Bronson smirked to himself at the thought of what an easy mark Adam had been. He looked up and noticed the outhouse was just a few paces away. He had no doubt Adam and spent the last hour and a half waiting in horny anticipation. As he reached the door he began to rub his growing bulge within his tight jeans. The thought that Adam had been denied this privilege made Bronson smile again. 

He opened the door with an obvious, audible creak. He let Adam hear the heavy footsteps of his boots as he traipsed into the door. Bronson slammed the door shut, locked it tight and walked over to the stalls. He banged open the first one, the second one and stopped when he got to the stall that he knew occupied a terrified Adam. 

With a loud bang, the delivery man kicked open the door. Bronson smiled as he looked at the pathetic, naked boy seated on the toilet with his wrists tied above his head. He was noisily sucking away at what he thought was Bronson’s jockstrap stuffed in his mouth. Bronson took care to make sure that jock was nasty. He received it from one of his clients who specialized in making jocks disgusting. The guy wore it for weeks, pissed on it, came on it, jogged in it with it stuffed in his ass. Now here was Adam, enjoying it just because he thought it was Bronson’s. 

“You stupid little faggot,” Bronson’s voice boomed throughout the outhouse, “you can’t even convince anyone that you actually give a fuck what happens to your little slut brothers.”

Adam shifted his weight and started moaning into his gag. 

“Fucking whore,” Bronson said, “you think you’re done?”

Adam shook his head to try and show his loyalty. Bronson didn’t care. He simply latched onto Adam’s chin to hold him still. 

“You’re never done slut. This is your life now. You’re a cum whore. Get used to it, cause it’s never going to change. Men will always use you and control your life. You’re just too much of a bitch to do it yourself.” Bronson explained. 

If Adam’s cock was free, it may have cum just from hearing that. But it was now pressing painfully against the cock cage. Bronson smiled as he listened to the muffled groans of the boy.

“Mmmmff mmmffg,” Adam pleaded, trying to explain to the man that he’d do anything to cum. 

“Poor little faggot, can’t even speak without choking on a man’s jock. You horny bitch? You want a reward for following your instructions like a good boy?”

Adam nodded and moaned yes into his gag. Bronson knew what he wanted.  

“Don’t worry little slut, I’m not going to let you get into trouble with a free little cocklet on the loose. You’re gonna stay locked up for a long time,” Bronson laughed as the boy’s head sank in defeat, “But I tell you what, before you get your instructions on what to do next, I’ll let you sniff my butt for a while. That make you happy faggot?”

Despite just being denied the ability to cum for a potentially very long time, Adam was very excited to sniff Bronson’s hairy ass. He was struggling and pulling on his ties to try and get his treat. Bronson dropped his pants, turned around and pushed his ass into Adam’s face and backed him into the wall. 

“I wanna feel you sniff my ass you little bitch. Hurry up now I still got one more friend of yours to sell off for a fat profit,” Bronson ordered the boy. 

He instantly felt the familiar sensation of the boy sucking in his manly scent through his nose. Over and over again Adam sniffed before he started rubbing his face up and down Bronson’s hairy crack to get imprinted with his scent. 

Bronson let the boy nose worship his ass for 20 minutes before he withdrew and turned around to face the boy directly. 

“It’s a shame you can’t see my big hard dick right now boy,” Bronson teased as he slapped it on the quivering boy’s face. On a hunch he took his phone out and started recording the boy.

“I bet you’d give up your brothers all over again just to get another shot at pleasing my cock. Wouldn’t you Adam?” the delivery man asked.

Adam again furiously nodded his head. 

“Even though you know they going to be turned into pathetic cock whores like you?” Bronson asked, holding the camera on the bitch’s excited and horny face. 

Adam kept nodding.

“So let me get this straight. You would gladly tie up your brothers, throw them in cages and personally hand them off for a long sentence of sexual servitude to some severely twisted men,” Bronson asked again tempting Adam by rubbing his precum just under the boy’s nose. 

Adam felt like that was enough for him to cum. Unfortunately, the cage held him tightly and wouldn’t let it happen. Adam was locked away and in control of this sadistic man, who clearly enjoyed humiliating Adam. 

“Thanks slut, that’ll be a good video to send to your brothers’ master,” Bronson said, emailing the man down in Texas that was currently making Kevin and Kyle into willing slaves. 

“Listen up Adam,” Bronson said, “You are going to get in touch with Mason and make sure he will be alone this Thursday while you are visiting the detective. Tell him you think you found them, but you don’t want them to get in trouble. That way you will have a good alibi when he vanishes, absolving you of any connection to these abductions. Is this unclear so far, faggot?”

Bronson took a step back to admire the obedient slut boy in front of him, stupidly shaking his head. He stroked his fat cock a bit, and let out a hot stream of piss right on Adam’s face.

“As far as your little meeting with the detective goes, stick to your story. Don’t change anything. Your brothers always talked about hitting the road after highschool and getting away from everything. You don’t know where they went. They kept to their twin-selves. People will buy it for long enough until Mason is safely tied up and choking on my dick,” Bronson said as he guided the piss stream all over Adam’s face, in his hair, down his body. By the time he was done young Adam was soaked in the delivery man’s piss.

Adam was now moaning in humiliation. He was clearly enjoying the way he was being treated. He’d probably actually make a great slave if he found the right buyer, but Bronson wasn’t about to do anyone any favors without making a profit. 

“Alright you little bitch,” Bronson sighed, zipping up his fly, “I’m gonna go now. I’ve got some nice entertainment setup for you. I decided if you actually tell the detective or your parents what we talked about, I’d have to find a way to defend myself. So I set up some craigslist posts from the email you so obediently provided your login and password for. This way people know you’re a lust driven whore, and can’t be trusted.”

Bronson reached into his bag and took out some leg irons and leaned over to wrap them around the toilet and cuff Adam’s legs to further restrain the bitch.  

“All locked up now,” Bronson said as he stood up and backed out of the stall, “Don’t forget our agreement now, otherwise it might be you who the police arrest. I’m sure your parents would love that. Oh and don’t worry bitch, your craigslist visitors expect a dirty whore, I said you’d be willing to suck as many loads of cum as they want.”

Bronson laughed as he walked away, listening to Adam pleading into his gag to let him suck his dick. He ignored the boy, unlocked the door and left him to fulfill his mission…

Adam sat there for another forty minutes moaning and groaning into his gag. The man had drenched him in piss and now that’s all he could smell. It matched nicely with the disgusting gag stuffed in his mouth oozing out the aromas and tastes of tons of workouts, cum and piss as well. The zip ties holding his wrists high above his head were done very tightly. Adam was starting to wish he had given himself the chance to escape. There was no turning back now. In addition to the zip ties, he was tightly cuffed at the ankles to the toilet he was sitting on. 

More than anything, he wished the man had let him cum. It had been almost two weeks. The man didn’t even let Adam cum the first time they met. He insisted on locking his cock away in this damn cage, promising the eventual reward of ejaculating would be so much greater this way. As Adam pondered a way to earn the man’s cock as well as his own release, the door creaked open and heavy footsteps entered the bathroom.

These footsteps didn’t seem to waste any time with ambience and setting the mood the way the delivery man’s had. These footsteps walked briskly over to the third stall, opened the door and stopped dead in their tracks. 

“Oh fuck, you are one sick little bitch,” the voice hissed.

Adam didn’t recognize the voice at all. He started to get very nervous. A cold sweat was forming on his back. He listened as the new intruder walked back over to the door and locked it before quickly returning to Adam’s stall. 

“Horny submissive fag whore in the woods looking for masculine men to serve. No calls. No emails. I’ve tied myself up in the outhouse bathroom at the Green County Forest Preserve. Please come feed me your dick. I’ll be here from 2:00PM on,” the voice read out loud.

Adam realized that must have been the post that the delivery man was referring to when he left. It was so open, so straightforward. Any horny man that read it would be able to use him. Adam started to mumble an explanation but remembered he had gagged himself tightly. 

“Seems like you need a man’s cock in your mouth and his load down your throat faggot,” the deep voice growled as he drew closer to Adam. 

He knew he probably should explain to the man what was really happening. He knew he shouldn’t be acting like so much of a whore when his brothers had been abducted. But the man that left him here also left him completely unsatisfied. Adam was used to not getting to cum, but he wanted cock, and he wanted cock bad. He started to re-think his priorities when a strong pair of hands grabbed his head and started ripping the duct tape off without regard for Adam. 

“Just like unwrapping a Christmas present,” the man laughed as Adam yelled into his gag while the tape was ripped off, “a nice faggot mouth to keep my dick happy is just what I wanted.”

Once the tape was ripped off, Adam spit the jock out onto his lap. The man picked it up and laughed, “Fuck you are one little perv aren’t you?”

For the first time in a couple hours, Adam was able to speak. “he-hey ss-Sir, I just want to ex…” he said in a weak voice before being cut off by a large finger on his lips.

“Shhhh, if I wanted to hear that type of bullshit, I’d have tried to get my prude wife to blow me,” the man explained, “You, on the otherhand, are a cock hungry faggot that will worship my manly dick won’t you?”

Before Adam could answer, he felt the familiar sensation of a big heavy cock grazing his lips. He unconsciously licked his lips as his cock strained in its prison. 

“Go on,” the man said, “wrap those cocksucking lips around my dick.”

That was all the encouragement Adam needed. In his locked state of perpetual horniness, he leaned forward and took as huge mouthful of the stranger’s dick. He began bobbing his head up and down and sliding his tongue all along the man’s surprisingly long shaft. Adam had figured since most guys are around five inches hard (or so he read), he’d have to service a series of unsatisfying dicks, especially when compared to the delivery man’s.

After a few minutes of Adam expertly sucking and deep throating, the man grabbed on to Adam’s head with both hands and began to piston face-fuck him. His big, hard dick stabbed in and out of Adam’s gaping mouth as the boy moaned in sexual pleasure. He loved sucking dick, and to Adam, this was bliss. The man’s pace picked up more and more. His balls tightened, and he unloaded a huge amount of cum deep into Adam’s throat with a big manly groan. 

Adam licked his lips to savor the taste of one of his favorite desserts, and began to lick the man’s softening cock clean. Next the man directed Adam to clean his balls, which had gotten sweaty on the drive over here. 

“Thanks faggot. You’re one champion cocksucker,” the man praised as he stuffed the jock back into Adam’s surprised mouth. 

“The last part of the post said to bring more duct tape to keep your queer mouth quiet,” the man explained as he wrapped more tape tightly around the boy’s head, “that should help you stay for your next customer.”

The man pulled up his pants and unceremoniously walked out of the bathroom; leaving Adam bound, gagged and helpless to stop the next man from coming in and using him. 

Three more came in over the period of an hour. The first guy sounded a bit older, and as Adam had suspected, had a smaller cock than he was now accustomed to. This guy seemed slightly nervous. He ripped off the tape and plunged his six inch cock in Adam’s mouth. Adam’s expert cocksucking had him swallowing the guy’s cum in just a couple minutes before he picked up his stuff and left, but not before retaping Adam’s mouth. 

The next two guys were considerably younger, and came in together. When they walked in on Adam, he recognized their voices.

“Fuck dude, this queer is Adam Garrety!” one of the voices yelled out while the other busted out laughing.

“I remember that dude, he was a couple years behind us in school. Man, things have changed from the baseball diamond haven’t they Adam?” the other voice teased.

Adam’s face went red. He had never been recognized by people he knew. He was hoping to keep this quiet. Maybe explore some of his deep sexual fantasies, but still lead a relatively normal life. That was seeming like more of a pipe dream now as the two dudes hovered over him. He didn’t know who they were, but they sure knew him.

“You realize your brothers are missing, and you’re out here sucking dick like some bitch that needs its fix?” the voice said while rubbing a hard cock on Adam’s face.

“Poor little fag can’t even see the studs he’s about to serve,” the other voice said while rubbing his dick on the other side of Adam’s face, “let’s take some pictures to commemorate it. 

The two guys ripped off the duct tape gag again and began forcing Adam to blow them alternatively. He’d spend a few minutes gagging on one big dick, then a hand would grip his hair and pull him to the other one. The entire time the used their new cocksucker, these guys took photos and posed next to Adam, who had a dick in his mouth in every photo. They used permanent markers they had brought with them to write words all over Adam’s body. Stuff they said that would remind him later of what a little bitch he was. They made him tongue their assholes, lick their hairy ball sacks and beg for their cum. Finally, after both guys had fired truly enormous loads directly into Adam’s mouth, and took pictures of it for later use. The guys forced Adam to give them his email address so they could contact him in the future if they ever wanted “their faggot whore” sucking their dicks again. 

Unbeknownst to Adam, very last man to enter that night was the delivery man’s business partner, Luke Ford. The man who had provided information on all of the delivery man’s latest conquests. As Adam sucked on his incredibly thick seven inch cock in silence, he wondered how much longer this was going to go one for. Once Adam had hungrily swallowed down another load of cum and drank Luke’s piss straight from the tap. He began unlocking the cuffs around Adam’s ankles and cut him loose of the ties. 

“Don’t take that tape off until I leave faggot,” was the only thing the voice said to him throughout the exchange. 

He heard the footsteps fade away and the bathroom door close. Adam quickly ripped off the tape over his eyes and stumbled to the sink. An old dirty mirror reflected back everything that had happened to him. His eyes were glazed over with unfulfilled lust. His face looked like it had been put through the ringer. He reeked of piss, sweat and cum. Worst of all, his entire body was decorated with degrading words in dark black letters.

‘COCKSUCKER’ was written on his forehead. ‘FAGGOT’ was written across his chest. All along the sides of his torso, “COCKSLUT,’ “HORNY BITCH,’ ‘POLESMOKER,’ and ‘DUMB QUEER’ were scribed. Above his locked up cock was the words, ‘SMALL DICKLET.’ Down his left leg was written, ‘I SUCK DICK JUST FOR THE TASTE.’ On his right leg was, ‘I LOVE LICKING ASS.” The guys had done a very thorough job. 

Anxious to wash it off, he pulled the sink handles. Nothing came out. There was no soap, no water, no way to wipe off the scribing on his body. Defeated, Adam solemnly picked up his skimpy running shorts, put them on and started the long walk back to his car…

That Thursday, Mason Carter was lounging by his family’s pool waiting to hear when Adam was coming over. The guy called Mason the day before informing him he had some important news on where his brothers, Kevin and Kyle went to, but it wasn’t exactly something he felt like sharing with the police since the brothers were up to their usual hijinx. Mason understood, he had gotten into plenty of trouble with Kyle and Kevin, so he invited Adam over so they could figure out a solution. 

Actually, Mason was relieved that Kevin and Kyle were just up to their old tricks. He was beginning to think something awful had happened to them. He was still puzzled as to why they didn’t take their car, phone, or any clothes really, but he figured Adam would explain it when he arrived. 

Mason was a bit different from the other boys. He wasn’t exactly shy and was very confident sexually. He lounged poolside, completely naked, with his thick cock hanging between his legs. He loved soaking up the sun while completely naked, and it was not like anyone could see him, except for the overly attentive gardener, Miguel.

Miguel was a couple years older than Mason. The family had hired him to take care of the garden and pool so Mason could focus on his studies. Mason’s parents were away quite often, and frequently used money and expensive gifts to make up for it. Miguel had been hired a couple years ago.

Despite what the initial report had said on Mason, it left out one crucial detail. Mason was bi. He loved fucking. It didn’t seem to matter who he fucked, he just loved slamming his big dick in a nice tight hole. Lately, it had been mostly chicks to come over and ride on his dick for a chance to bask in his wealth. But now Mason was feeling the familiar urge to pound some boy pussy. 

He frequently attempted to tempt Miguel, who was exactly what Mason liked. Miguel was short, about 5’3”. He had short cropped black hair and a shaved goatee on his young face. He had an incredibly toned body for having such a small frame, but what Mason really loved was his small, bubble ass. Perfect for fucking long and hard on all fours. 

As Miguel kept focus on trimming the hedges. Mason couldn’t help himself. He had been slowly stroking his dick all morning.

“Hey there Miguel, see anything you like,” Mason teased, waving his dick back and forth when Miguel looked over.

Mason figured Miguel was used to his constant advances. He used to be afraid of offending him or worse, having him bring up charges against him for sexual harassment. But Miguel had a nice arrangement going with Mason’s father, who was offering a great career opportunity as a medical technician that Miguel really wanted. Once Mason found out, he let the sexual invites fly. 

“Man you one sick, loco mother fucker,” Miguel sighed as he went back to his work.  

“Fuck yea dude, I’m sick of this hardon. Come over here and help me with it and I’ll leave you a nice tip in your mouth,” Mason replied. 

Miguel laughed before he picked up his gear and went to another spot of the yard to work, which was his stock plan for avoiding Mason when he was horny. Mason sat back in the lounge chair and groaned. Miguel had to be at least a little tempted. You can’t just look at his body every single day and not be. Mason figured he’d break him eventually, just like the past three girls he had brought over and fucked while Miguel was off somewhere else. Those girls were pretty easy though. Mason was pretty sure he could have fucked them on the hood of their dad’s car and they’d have still begged for them to come back. 

Suddenly, the doorbell chime signaled off of the intercom Mason’s parent had installed. Mason let out another huge, sexually frustrated groan before rising up and putting on his speedo swim suit and a white bathrobe. He raced through his basement and up the stairs to the main level of the house and stopped at the door to see who it was.

Mason was picturing Adam at the door. He figured the idiot had forgot to call before he left or just was too excited. But Adam wasn’t there. It was a familiar looking man in a delivery uniform holding a clipboard. Mason made sure his boner had again become flaccid before answering the door.

“Howdy Mister,” Mason said in a very polite voice, “What can I do for you?”

The delivery man smiled back, “Hey man, it’s you again. I got a delivery for this address. It’s pretty big. Is it for you?”

Mason figured his parents had ordered something. They frequently had used Mason in what he considered was a ‘head butler’ position. Mason made sure the bills were paid, and he took care of anything needed around the house, which seemed to be constantly under improvement. 

“I thought I recognized you. I didn’t order anything myself but that doesn’t mean my folks didn’t have something sent here. I’ll sign for it,” Mason replied as the man passed him a clipboard of forms. 

“Just sign these and I’ll get started,” the delivery man said.

“Damn, I wonder what the fuck they got now,” Mason said to himself as he signed the forms without reading them.  

The man took a small black piece of equipment from his belt that almost resembled an electric shaver and quickly pressed it to Mason’s neck. A jolting shock emitted from the device and Mason felt electricity coursing throughout his body. His body convulsed, his legs gave out and he was on the floor.

“They didn’t get anything Mason,” the man said, “this is more of a pick-up.”

Mason was completely out of it on the floor. His bathrobe had come undone in the fall and his speedo and full bulge were on display. He tried to mouth words but the taser the man used had really fried him temporarily. He quickly struggled to regain his thoughts so he could fight this guy off, but his intruder was already soaking a rap in chloroform to further incapacitate the boy. 

The man straddled Mason and held the damp cloth to his nose and closed mouth. Adam did his best not to breathe but the adrenaline from being tased worked against him. He took big breaths of the funny smelling rag. He could guess what was about to happen. He’d seen this enough on TV and in movies. Sure enough, he felt incredibly light headed and the room slowly went black.

Mason came to a short time later. As his brain slowly began to process again, he tried moving his hands, but they wouldn’t budge. His eyes rolled around the room he was in. He had been dragged into the family room. He felt tight all over his chest. He tried moving his neck to look but it made him very dizzy. While moving, he caught a glimpse of the man’s smirk. He was enjoying this. 

Mason tried to yell out but the only thing that came out was a useless, “Mmmfffph.”

He realized his head felt tight too, like it was in a vice. He began to understand what was happening as he heard violent ripping of tape and sticky adhesive wrapping around his bare thighs. The man was tying him up. He had already finished binding his wrists, arms, chest. He had even gagged him by wrapping an impressive amount of tape around his head. 

“Coming back are we?” the delivery man said, “You recover fast dude. I’m guessing you have some experience in drugs?”

The man then rolled Mason onto his back, briefly knocking the wind out of him. Mason felt his legs, now taped at the thighs being pulled into the air and tape wrapping around just below the knees. He realized he had removed his bathrobe and now he was clad only in his blue speedo. Mason tried to mumble loud enough to get help, but his hope was fading as the man started taping his ankles. 

That hope quickly returned, however, when he looked as Miguel came through the door.

“I finished early hombre…” Miguel said before stopping in the hallway…

Bronson couldn’t believe his luck. He thought he had planned everything perfectly. He found out everything he could about young Mason. He already had a good idea of what his body was like, and now he was feeling it in person. Everything went like a textbook until this fucking gardener walked into the room.  

He had to think quickly. The idiot was sitting there in stunned silence as Mason pleaded through his gag. Bronson moved fast. He grabbed the chloroform rag and held it over Mason’s face again.

“Look man, I can give you five grand. Right here. Right now,” Bronson said, speaking slowly to give him enough time to knock Mason unconscious again, “All you have to do is keep quiet about this.”

The guy shot him back an unconvinced look. He was real small so Bronson wasn’t exactly worried about a fight, but the little guy was giving him the other look. The look that he might just run. 

“This is some fuckin crazy shit, I could maybe tak…” the guy started before he bolted out of the doorway towards the basement stairs. 

Bronson sighed. He glanced down. Mason was out. He took some leg irons out of his pocket, cuffed one of Mason’s ankles to a support beam on a coffee table, picked up the chloroform and rag and chased after the dumb fuck. 

As he reapplied more chloroform, he heard a terrible crash and loud pounding as the clumsy idiot fell down the stairs. Bronson nimbly raced after him, hopping over a knocked over end table and running down the stairs. He caught up with the guy, who had just pulled open the heavy glass sliding door before limping out towards the fence. Bronson sprinted up and tackled him. 

The boy was breathing heavily and coughing. Bronson wrestled him into a headlock before smashing the chloroform on the boy’s nose. As the fight faded away, Bronson filled with rage at what this mystery guest had almost spoiled. He dragged the boy onto the porch and out of sight. Bronson had to admit, he was pretty cute too. A short latino boy with facial hair. Bronson had no idea who he was, but after checking his wallet he found an ID. His name was Miguel Hernandez, and he was a twenty one year old local community college student. 

Bronson didn’t like people who tried interfering with his plans. This boy was going to be punished severely for it. Little Miguel wouldn’t be going back to college anytime soon. 

On a one track mind, Bronson ran back to his truck and grabbed his bag. He ran back around the yard and came back over to the passed out Miguel. 

“Sleep well little man,” Bronson sighed, “Cause when you wake up you’re in for a few big surprises!”

Bronson rolled over Miguel and started to strip him. He ripped off his sweaty shirt, ripped off his cheap jeans to reveal even cheaper boxer shorts. Bronson smiled, poor boys don’t get as much attention. He used his hands to tear away the boy’s last bit of clothing, revealing a tight, ample bubble butt that made even Bronson drool a little bit. 

He reached into his leather bag and pulled out some lube and a large buttplug. Typically Bronson would have started out a bit smaller, but he was pissed. He lubed up the plug and worked it deep into the boy’s ass until it locked into place. He ziptied the boys ankles and wrists behind his back and turned him over. Next, Bronson reached into his bag again to pull out a large plug gag, a chastity device, and two pad locks. He forced the gag in Miguel’s mouth, buckled it tightly and locked it in place. He then rolled the boy over to reveal a soft, thick uncut cock, very toned chest and tiny nipples. Bronson fondled the boy’s junk and locked it away for safekeeping. 

As he inspected the boy, he found a few flaws. He had some scars from old injuries. His balls were small. He had a thick patch of black pubic hair and a lot of hair in his ass crack. That wouldn’t do for what Bronson had planned for this little fuck. He may not make as much as he would with Mason, but he’d be able to have a nice little bonus. 

Satisfied with his work, he stuffed Miguel in a large sack and tied it off at the end. He lifted the boy into the air and carried him outside around the house to the back of his truck. He emptied the bag out to reveal the bound boy one he was in the back and out of sight. Bronson looked down and smiled how the day was progressing. He reached down, picked the boy up and threw him in a cage he had mounted to the floor. A click of the lock and Bronson was on his way back to collect Mason. 

He rushed back towards the house. Luckily they had only one neighbor and they also happened to be called out of town on business a lot. Bronson didn’t want to waste more time though. The Carters must have hired a guy to do their landscaping and paid him under the table. That fucker Luke must have missed it. His thoughts refocused on his new acquisition as he reached the front door.

“Mason you up? Looks like you’ll be having a roommate on the way to…” Bronson stopped dead in his tracks. 

Mason was gone. There was nothing on the floor but ripped off tape and broken pieces of the coffee table he had cuffed the boy too. Bronson searched around further to find more tape and the jockstrap he had been saving for a special boy on the floor in the kitchen. Bronson had spent a full year using that jock, cumming in it, using it again. He wanted to use it on a boy like Mason. 

Soon it became very apparent, Mason was gone. He had left in a hurry, taken some items with him, but he was gone…