The Delivery Man

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Detective DeMarco stormed back to his desk. His face was flush with anger and his dark brown eyes burned a hole through anyone in their path as he stomped through the office. Everyone there knew he took his work a little too personally and wore it on his sleeve, so they steered clear of him when he was behaving like this. 

He collapsed into his rickety office chair with a loud, frustrated groan. The boss wasn’t quite buying his theory about a gay sex kidnapping ring. He pointed out that one photograph didn’t mean anything and that all evidence pointed to these dumb kids just picking up and skipping town. While DeMarco had to admit there wasn’t much that he could prove, he felt it in his gut that something was wrong.

His superior had said that he was spinning his tires for nothing, or for no benefit to them. He actually had the balls to assert that DeMarco was looking at pornographic material for his own pleasure. That’s when DeMarco lost it. He told the chief if he thinks what he was viewing was in any way pleasurable to him, he can go fuck himself with the sawed off shotgun he kept under his desk. 

The Chief gave him twenty four hours to come up with something, or they were going to catalog all the disappearances as runaways. Luckily there was still plenty of time in the day to get answers, and the twins brother Adam was coming in for a follow up. 

The kid seemed nervous enough at the first interview. He was fidgeting in his chair, itching his crotch, never making eye contact. Originally, DeMarco just thought he was just a little bitch and couldn’t take it. But now he had a hunch the kid knew something. Fuck, he might have even done it. There was something lustful in that kids eyes. 

DeMarco glanced at his event calendar in outlook, the kid should just be getting here.

Sure enough, he had a message that the boy had arrived early and was waiting in the interrogation room. DeMarco grabbed his jacket and headed down to see what he could pull out of this kid. 

First, he observed him from outside of the room. The young man was just as fidgety as ever. He was a pretty decently built kid. Unlike his brothers, he had light brown hair, but it was still wavy and full. To say he was dressed odd was a bit of an understatement. DeMarco thought he looked like more of a hooker than a witness. He was wearing an extremely tight t-shirt that looked a couple sizes too small and some extremely tight jeans. 

The second DeMarco opened the door, Adam jumped up. The detective had clearly startled him.

“Oh, sorry to scare you, Adam,” DeMarco said sarcastically, “Bit jumpy today aren’t we?”

“S-sorry sir I guess I should’ve been facing the door,” Adam replied.

DeMarco looked in his eyes. He definitely appeared like he was concerned about his brothers, even if he did dress like a slut. But hey, if that’s how the kids get some these days it wasn’t really his business. It wasn’t like the kid didn’t have the body for it. Fuck, there were probably plenty of women cops checking this dude out when he walked in. 

“Not to worry, Adam,” DeMarco said, “I just had some more questions for you about your brothers and the night they disappeared.”

“Sure, have they found anything?” Adam asked, genuinely concerned.

“Not sure yet,” DeMarco said, trying to stay cool. 

“Well, anything I can do to help out sir. We haven’t gotten any calls at the house and my folks are saying that when they hunt my brothers down they’re going to be in a world of hurt, but I just hope they’re OK,” Adam said.

“Where were you the night they left Adam?” DeMarco asked bluntly. 

Adam twitched in his seat and looked down at the table. For the first time he matched DeMarco’s eyes and bluntly replied.

“I saw them during the day. They were talking about their workouts, lounged around and left in the afternoon to lift. I headed out on a run probably an hour after that,” Adam said.

DeMarco leaned back in his chair to appear more relaxed. He studied his target seated at the table opposite of him. The silence made Adam even more fidgety. 

“Where do you run?” DeMarco asked.

“In the summertime typically around the forest preserve,” Adam said. 

“Where did you run on the night of your brothers’ disappearance?” DeMarco asked.

“I-in the forest preserve Sir,” Adam replied. 

“Is that right,” DeMarco said, keeping the pressure on Adam.

“Uhh…yeah,” Adam said. 

“Look Adam, any information you can provide will help get your brothers back. That’s what you want isn’t it?” DeMarco said, trying to appeal to Adam’s love for his brother. 

“Of course Sir! But I don’t know anything!” Adam said.

Heat was starting to rise on DeMarco’s face. He didn’t have time for the kid to deny it. He didn’t have time for these games. This little fucker was hiding something. His eyes were darting all around the room. He was searching for his version of what happened rather than what really happened. 

“I think you do, Adam,” DeMarco said, starting to get irritated, “I think you’re just scared of what will happen to you if you tell the truth. Well I can say it would go a lot easier if you just cooperate now.”

“Sir, I honestly don’t know where they were. They talked about leaving all the time. In the morning they were there and when I came home they were gone,” Adam repeated his story.

Now DeMarco was really starting to get irritated, “Tell the truth now, Adam. This is your last, fucking chance,” he snapped.

“I am! I don’t know where they went!” Adam yelled back. 

DeMarco took a deep sigh, stood up and walked around the room. This kid was going to take some convincing, and he didn’t have time to play nice. He quietly reached up and unplugged the video camera recording the interrogation. Adam was too nervous to even look up to notice. DeMarco figured he could easily get a confession out of this kid with no one looking. He rushed over to the table, slammed a series of photos of everyone acquainted with the case on the table and began his intimidation process.

“You know what they DO to boys that dress like little sluts in jail, Adam?” DeMarco asked.

Adam broke into a cold sweat. He looked down and tried to inch back in his chair. 

“I think it’s time you find out,” DeMarco said, “Strip.”

Adam was taken aback, he looked up with his lip trembling, “Wh-what Sir?”

“W-w-w-w-what Sir?” DeMarco mocked, “You heard me faggot. Strip. Unless you’d prefer I rip off those slutty clothes and make you walk home naked.”

“N-no Sir, I’ll do it,” Adam whimpered.

The boy stood up. His whole body was trembling. DeMarco watched his he peeled off his t-shirt, revealing a toned and tight upper body. He fumbled with his pants, pulling them down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, but there was something on his dick. It looked like a plastic cage.

“The fuck is that you twisted fuck?” DeMarco asked.

“N-nothing Sir,” Adam answered.    

“Nothing eh?” DeMarco said while walking behind Adam and throwing him on the table. He pulled the boy’s hands behind his back and cuffed his wrists together tightly. 

“Who put this on you boy?” DeMarco asked, “WHO!”

“No one Sir, I-I did it myself,” Adam said back.

“yeah right,” DeMarco said, “A little bitch like you doesn’t have the balls to do that.”

Adam tried to get up but DeMarco pushed him back down on the table. The boy was pretty cute for a little faggot bitch. Laying there all cuffed up, his tight ass on full display. DeMarco couldn’t help but to run his finger down the crack of the boy’s tanned ass. 

“Mmmmm,” Adam said in a low moan that surprised even DeMarco. The kid was getting off on this. 

“Ohhh so you like this type of stuff do you faggot?” DeMarco said while slapping the boy’s ass cheek as hard as he could.

“Ahhh fuck…yes Sir,” Adam said.

“You like being a man’s sex toy?” DeMarco asked slapping the boy’s ass again. 

“Yes Sir,” Adam yelled out.

DeMarco reached around and grabbed the boy’s locked cage with a tight grip and pulled. Adam yelled out again but DeMarco knew no one would here. He began to wildly spank the boy’s ass until it was a bright shade of red. 

“You gonna tell me who locked your little dicklet up, Adam?” DeMarco asked while grabbing the boy’s asscheeks, eliciting more moans from him. 

DeMarco had to admit his own dick was rock hard during the exchange. Something about how horny this little slut was for a man to take charge. DeMarco was confident that if he were willing to let him, Adam would gulp down a creamy load of his hot cop cum and service his cock better than his wife had in years. But he didn’t want or need a faggot slut, he wanted answers from this bitch.

“I-I can’t Sir,” Adam replied.

“Sure you can Adam,” DeMarco said before spitting on his fingers and driving two up Adam’s hole, “just tell me who.”

DeMarco began to finger fuck the pent up boy. He had no idea how long Adam had been wearing that cock cage, but judging from the boy’s responsiveness, he was overly horny and would probably do anything to cum. 

“Just tell me who Adam,” DeMarco repeated, “Just tell me who…”

Adam’s eyes spun around the room in lust. His whole body gyrated with the need to shoot his load. DeMarco could feel he was getting close to telling him the truth. 

“I can’t…” Adam kept repeating back in a whispered hush.

“Come on Adam,” DeMarco pried, “you obey me now and maybe someday I’ll let you slobber on my dick.”

After he said that, DeMarco plunged three fingers in the boy’s well trained ass as far as they would go. Adam’s eyes bulged out, but fixated on one picture and wouldn’t look away. DeMarco noticed Adam had locked eyes with something. 

“Ooooh, very good Adam,” DeMarco said, “is it him? Did HE do this?”

Adam looked at the file picture he had of Mason, and nodded. 

“Good boy, Adam,” DeMarco smiled, “Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I got work to do.” 

DeMarco slapped the boy’s ass to get him moving and kicked him out of the interrogation room. He felt confident he could bullshit the camera failing and he had enough to go on. This Mason kid had the opportunity and his family had the resources to hide these boys, and he would make sure he got to the bottom of it…

While DeMarco was interrogating Adam, the delivery man had conned his way into Mason’s home, drugged him and tied him up. He was about to secure his prize when an uninvited guest interrupted their party, Miguel Hernandez. Miguel was a cute guy, very short but toned. Had Bronson noticed him earlier he probably would have worked out a plan to abduct him as well. 

As it turned out, Bronson would get his chance. Miguel bolted to run and get help for young Mason, and the delivery man wasn’t about to lose his prize. So he chased after him, knocked him out, stripped him and tied him up. He carried Miguel back to his truck and locked him up. Only when he returned to find Mason, he had escaped!

Mason must have broken the coffee table the delivery man had cuffed him to after somehow freeing himself. It didn’t much matter now. Bronson was stuck in a very tight spot. He sat there in a nearby empty parking lot wondering what his next move should be. 

Mason’s first move would likely be to go to the police, but other than a face and his delivery van, Mason didn’t have much to identify Bronson directly. Meanwhile, Bronson still had Miguel locked up in a small cage in the back of his truck. The boy was gagged very tightly so he would be unable to get anyone’s attention should someone walk by, but he had to unload this one somewhere, and he wouldn’t be the cock hunting faggot that Adam was. 

That reminded him, this entire time Adam was supposed to be interrogated by some two-bit detective. The little fuck could have blown this whole thing back his way as well. Hell, officer Italian cliché could be heading straight for him. He checked his phone; it was about an hour and a half after the interrogation was supposed to take place. He quickly logged into an e-mail account he had instructed Adam to communicate through, but not through the boy’s cell or computer, he would have to go to a public place and send it through a pseudonym. Sure enough, there was an email sent only a couple of minutes ago from FAGGOT BOY marked urgent.

Dear Sir,

The interrogation didn’t quite go as planned. I tried sticking to the story but the pervy cop threw me on a table, stripped me and cuffed me. He finger fucked my hole until I gave him what he wanted. Only, I didn’t give him you Sir. I told him it was Mason. I’m sorry for not sticking to the plan. Please let me still serve you, please. 

Your faggot slave, adam

Bronson let out a huge sigh of relief and ran both his hands through his thick, wavy hair. He had to laugh to himself. Adam had turned out to be a much better slave than he thought. It was too bad he already had the boy’s disappearance planned; he might have considered selling him to a more wealthy property. Now all the pieces were falling together. He knew what he had to do.

Bronson messaged Adam to wait for an address to show up tonight. He said the boy did well and he’d be rewarded for his efforts. Next, he messaged his three biggest clients in the area and asked them to join him for an impromptu supper at a hotel suite. Finally, he texted his old buddy Luke. He told Luke that he had really fucked up on the recon and he had better make it right. Bronson had setup an auction time for Mason in a few days (he wanted to have fun with the boy first) and if Mason wasn’t on the block, Luke would take his place…

Miguel had been awake for a couple hours, frantically pulling at the plastic ties holding his wrists and ankles tightly together. When he realized his bonds were too strong he tried to yell for help, but all that came out was a soft “Mmmff,” that was barely audible. He banged on the doors of the cage that held him, but it was sturdy and not budging. He rocked his naked, exposed body all around his tiny enclosure but got nowhere. Worst of all he had an unbelievable pressure in his ass. It was like something had been inserted inside him. He tried to dislodge it but it held in place. He didn’t have enough room to stretch out or stand up, so he just huddled and tried yelling out through his gag, unaware that no one would hear him. 

Suddenly, the truck door flew open. Miguel shifted his body as best he could to look. He saw blackness. He must have been indoors somewhere. All he could see was a shadowy figure standing just out of sight. Miguel tried to mumble something to him. He tried to plead for him to let him out, but the figure just stood there. Miguel never felt more naked than he did right now.

“Mmmff Mgg!” he shouted out, cut off by the gag.

The shadowy figure waited a few more minutes before climbing into the back of the delivery truck and stepping into the light. Miguel recognized him as the man who had grabbed him earlier. But where was Mason? 

“Well, well, well,” the muscular guy dressed in a delivery man suit said, “You just had to stick your nose where it didn’t belong?”

Miguel opened his mouth up to reason with him, to tell him that he’d gladly take the five grand now. Hell, he’d trade his silence just to go free.

As if reading his mind, the Delivery man replied, “Now, don’t worry boy I wasn’t going to really give you five grand. You sealed your fate the moment that bubble ass stepped through the door.”

Miguel cringed. This man talked to him the same way Mason constantly spoke to him; which meant one thing. 

“Yea, I had your buddy Mason all tied up and ready to load. But then you came along and ruined it. So now you’re here, and Mason’s running around free somewhere. Do you think he’s trying to rescue you? Fuck no. He’s out for himself, which is exactly what you should have done. So now, my little gardener friend, you’re going to be turned into a little cockslut. You’re going to learn to worship real man’s dicks with your little mouth and asshole. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Miguel started pulling on his restraints again and pressing all of his weight to try and dislodge the cage. He cursed the man through his gag, but every movement seemed to put more pressure on this thing in his ass. Miguel didn’t want to admit it, but it was triggering his dick to grow. 

“So, now I’ll give you a choice,” said the man quietly stepping forward and taking a syringe out of his pocket, “You can either be a good boy and back that little ass up so you can take your medicine. Or you can be a bad boy, I’ll still give you a shot in the ass and when you wake up there will be a twelve inch, thick dildo buried in your ass. I’ll give you a minute to think about it.”

So there was something jammed up his ass. At least it wasn’t what the man had just described, but it sure felt overly large. Sensing the man wasn’t bluffing, and he was in such a vulnerable position anyways, Miguel decided to cooperate with his captor and slowly backed his ass up to the cage bars while mumbling incoherently into the large gag he couldn’t seem to dislodge from his mouth. 

“Good boy,” the man said in a calming tone, “Now just hold still.”

The man bent over the cage and slowly drew the needle closer to Miguel’s trembling ass. He sanitized Miguel’s butt cheek and punctured it. Miguel felt the slight prick of pain but the drug worked quickly. The room started to dim, he started to feel weak and then he passed out…

Hours later Bronson was greeting Adam at the door of his hotel suite. Adam was dressed just how Bronson had instructed him to, wearing running shorts and a sleeveless tshirt. Bronson invited him in with a friendly gesture. Adam obediently dropped to his knees and crawled in. This kid was such a cock whore. 

“That’s right bitch, crawl,” Bronson demanded as Adam crawled along the marble floors towards the huge dining room area. 

“Strip boy!” Bronson yelled.

He watched as Adam peeled off his sleeveless tshirt, revealing his tight, toned college boy body. He was smooth all over, with a nicely defined chest and a strong back, but he moved in such a seductive way you had no doubt he was a whore. When he stripped off his shorts, showing off his locked cock and plugged ass, Bronson guided him over to the corner of the dining room. 

“I’ve got a reward for you boy. Since you did such a good job in leading our cop friend off my trail, I’m going to let you help out at Miguel’s little party tonight. So let’s get you dressed for it,” Bronson explained. 

Adam was clearly excited. He looked like a kid in a toy store. Bronson was enjoying denying this boy the thing he craved the most: a nice hard dick in one of his holes. 

The delivery man took out a bunch of leather belts and threw them out in front of Adam, then he tossed over some leather mitts, a blindfold and picked up a different type of gag for Adam to suck on. He walked over to Adam and his pile of new gear and proceeded to restrain the boy. He placed a leather belt around each of Adam’s legs to tie him in a kneeling position. He placed each of Adam’s hands into fist mitts, locked them shut, then locked them together in front of him. Next, he tightened two leather belts around Adam’s arms and chest, further restricting his arm movements. Bronson then took out Adam’s gag. The boy remained silent as expected. He placed a blindfold over his eyes and tightened it. Finally, he locked a funnel gag around Adam’s mouth. The funnel ran into a tube that ran back to the back of Adam’s mouth. 

Adam didn’t yet realize it, but he was not getting any dick at this dinner party. Bronson made sure to dismantle the toilet when he arrived. He also set out a ton of ice cold beer to further move things along. Adam was to function as the urinal for the night. That way his investors didn’t have to sneak away to the bathroom, they had a piss pig waiting for them. 

The delivery man had everything pretty much setup. His guests would be arriving soon. But he figured he had better test out his urinal first. He took out his half hard dick, placed it in front of the funnel and let a heavy stream of piss shoot into the funnel and down the tube. Bronson watched Adam’s throat as the boy struggled to swallow it all down. The funnel began to collect at the top and almost went over, but Bronson’s piss slowed, and he shook the last drops on Adam’s gagged and blindfolded face as the boy gulped down the rest of it. 

Minutes later, there was a knock at the door. The first of Bronson’s guests had arrived. He went over to greet the man and let him in. It was one of Bronson’s first clients. He had worked in this area many times before. This man had a thing for slaves. He had two already that Bronson had sold him. One was locked in permanent chastity, with heavy iron collar and wrist and ankle manacles that he had welded shut. The slave now spent every day scrubbing and cleaning his master’s gigantic house in the country. If the Master felt so inclined, he would fuck the slave, but typically he just liked to make the boy clean up after him. In his previous life, the boy was a basketball player for a local college team, but the delivery man sent him a fake letter kicking him out of school, waited for the boy to pack up his stuff, and collected him. Now, Bronson heard that the boy just answered to an arbitrary number the man had assigned him and craved nothing but dick in his holes, something the man rarely provided to him. 

The man’s other slave was for sexual purposes. Not that he faired any better than the first, he was kept locked up in a dungeon at all times and hadn’t seen the outside world in almost a year. The man would fuck him constantly in various positions of degrading bondage and sell the footage to horny men across the country, just for the sport of it. In that boy’s previous life he was a farm boy hitchhiking. He figured a delivery van would at least help him get to the next town. Wrong. 

The man himself looked like a lumberjack. He had a massive, muscular frame. He was draped in red and black plaid shirt and tight dress pants that highlighted his strong ass and huge bulge. His face was gorgeous, even though it was hidden by a thick, full beard of dark hair. He walked into the apartment wearing the same work boots he had always had. Throughout his exchanges with Bronson, the man insisted on no names, so they referred to each other as the delivery man and the lumberjack, but Bronson called him Jack for short. 

“Well if it isn’t the delivery man,” the lumberjack said warmly, smiling and giving him a big bro hug.

“Jack, man it’s been too long,” Bronson said back.

The exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes before Bronson took him back and showed him the bar and the dining room. It looked like a meal had been prepared on the table for everyone. No food was visible, but there was a huge platter covered with a metal tin on the table and enough chairs out for all of his guests.

“So you got some new merchandize I hear, and what the hell is this little faggot up to?” Jack said, just noticing Adam.

“This one isn’t for sale,” Bronson said admiring Adam’s obvious disappointment after he heard that, “He’s just a fag that knows his place in the world. Since the toilet is broken he’ll be serving as the urinal tonight.”

“Fucking perfect,” Jack laughed, “It’s been a long trip and I need to piss like a racehorse, do you mind?”

“Nah man, go ahead, that’s what it’s there for,” Bronson smirked. 

Jack approached Adam, who was breathing heavily in anticipation of his next drink. The burly man hauled out his massive 10 inch cock and started pissing in the funnel. Bronson watched Adam’s throat as he obediently swallowed it all without complaining. 

“Fuck yeah,” Jack said, “take it all like a good little urinal.”

Once he finished, the men poured themselves a drink of scotch and there was another knock at the door. Bronson left his guest momentarily to see the remaining two guests had arrived on time. Both had never owned a slave before but had been in contact with Bronson for a while trying to find the perfect one to serve them. The first one, Steve, was a wealthy investor who really loved keeping boys tied up. He was about the same age as Lumberjack, maybe 35. He had a buzzed head, it looked like he just got out of the marines. He was about 5’11’’, solid muscle and from previous conversations Bronson knew had a very thick 8’’ long cock. 

The last man, Mitch, was the oldest of the bunch at 51. He had salt and peppered hair and goatee to match. He was a bit more husky than the other guys but the delivery man didn’t discriminate his customers. This man was a trucker, who had recently setup special compartments in his 18 wheeler for a slave to be stored in. He didn’t want to tell his wife, but he had needs, and he wanted a slave to suck his cock and to fuck on the long days away from home. While home Mitch would do very little with the slave and probably just keep him tied up in a cage in the barn, but during those periods on the road he promised he would use it fully. 

All of the men were very sadistic and had insisted on a straight boy to mold into their perfect slave as any fag would gladly do it for them if they just asked, they wanted a boy to fight. Bronson was confident any of them would be happy with Miguel, his latest acquisition. 

They exchanged greetings and handshakes. Both of the two new arrivals used Adam the urinal and remarked at how obedient the boy was. Steve asked if he could just buy this one for cheap, but Lumberjack and Bronson both insisted that the first slave should be one you break in yourself, and Adam would just end up boring the men. They all agreed, laughing as they left Adam to sit, bound and gagged in the corner alone. 

Bronson handed everyone a beer and encouraged them to get comfortable, which meant all men stripped down to their underwear. Bronson and Jack were both wearing tight boxer briefs that highlighted their goods. Steve just got completely naked, and Mitch stripped down to his plain blue baggy boxers that Bronson assumed he wore for comfort on the long road. He ushered the men to sit at the table in any of the chairs he had laid out. Once everyone was seated, he was ready to begin.

“Gentlemen, thank you for joining me and the urinal for tonight’s special delivery. This boy gave me some trouble recently and wasn’t in my roster of slaves to pickup, but wouldn’t you know it. I got him anyway. And now without further ado I give you Miguel, my pocket sized little bitch.” The delivery man announced before removing the metal covering from what looked like a gigantic serving tray.

Miguel was under it. He was totally naked, hogtied and completely restrained. His tight bubble ass was on full display for his potential buyers. His small frame was impossibly bound with tight rope. He was tied at his shoulders, and his elbows and wrists were tied painfully behind his back. Both of his legs were drawn back and tied tightly (and closely to his nuts, then tied together. He was gagged with a huge, bright red ball gag that was fastened as tight as it could be. Under his face, a trail of drool was running and pooling on the tray. Inside his ass was the same buttplug he had been training with all day.  

Miguel looked around in astonishment. At first he tried to mumble help, but the restrictive gag prevented him from doing anything but grunting. He tried moving his feet but it again pulled on his poor nuts. In the end, he just sat there in terror staring back at all of the men drinking their beers and taking in a look at the young man tied before them.

“Miguel here is a college boy,” the delivery man announced, “but he decided that wasn’t really right for him and he’d be much better suited in serving any of your sexual needs whenever you want.”

The boy thrashed a bit in his bonds and tried to deny it, but the gag kept him quiet and no one could comprehend what he was saying. After a bit of thrashing, Steve gave his exposed balls a few good smacks, causing the boy to thrash more and pull on his balls, eventually he stayed quiet and still. 

“Thank you, Steve,” Bronson said, “As I was saying, this boy is for you all to enjoy tonight. Any bids can be made at any time but must be announced to the group. No secret deals. We’re all friends here, and this faggot has earned a night of serving all of his with his holes. Agreed?”

Steve, Mitch and Lumberjack all agreed with Bronson, and said they were looking forward to working with each other on breaking this new slut in. Bronson looked down at Miguel who had the typical, ‘deer caught in headlights’ look. He then went further down the table and removed a cloth, revealing a leather crop, cat-o-nine tails whip, rope, chains, gags, an anal hook and four bottles of lube. The men started rubbing their crotches the second they saw all of the toys they could use on the boy.

“Now, as you know, the urinal is ready to accept your stud piss whenever you want, but don’t give him any cock. That’ll make that stupid bitch way too happy,” the delivery man cautioned. 

“Can we get started?” Mitch asked.

“Yes of course,” the delivery man replied.

The man stood up and inspected their potential property without much regard for Miguel. Steve fondled the boy’s ass and balls. The lumberjack circled the boy to get a good perspective. Mitch lifted the boy’s head up and stared him dead in the eyes. Miguel looked terrified but did his best to put on a brave face. 

The lumberjack suggested stringing Miguel up so they could get a full view of his body. The men agreed and allowed him to lock a leather collar and leash around Miguel’s neck. Steve and Mitch then carefully lifted Miguel to the floor and began to untie him. 

The second his legs were free, Miguel did his best to fight and crawl away, but the Lumberjack held him firm. He untied the ropes around his wrists, elbows and shoulders as Steve held onto his leash. Now essentially free, Miguel really tried to pull away or at least take the gag off, only to discover that his captor had locked it on with a padlock. 

Bronson watched from the corner, admiring how terrified Miguel was at being manhandled by all of these strange, barely clothed guys. The boy had probably never been treated like this in his life, but that’s what you get when you walk in a room without knocking. 

Soon, the Lumber hack had Miguel standing in a Y position, both of his arms bound to overhead frame of a door. He gave the boy a little slack, but only because of what he was doing next. He locked a spreader bar on the boy’s ankles to further restrict his movements, then grabbed the anal hook, tied some rope to the end of it and shoved the hook part deep up young Miguel’s ass. He begged and pleaded through his gag to no avail, the Lumberjack just throw it over the support beam and pulled, forcing Miguel to stand on his tip-toes. Satisfied, he tied it off and let the other men admire all sides of the hopelessly bound boy.

As Miguel squirmed in his new bondage, the men spread their hands all over his body. The tweaked and twisted his dark brown nipples, smacked his belly and his ass and fondled his cock until it was its fully hard, thick seven inches of uncut meat. Bronson watched as Miguel tried his best to fight the arousal, but soon the men’s expert hands got the better of him. 

Once they tired of using their hands, the Lumberjack picked up the cat-o-nine tails while Steve picked up the leather crop. They took turns smacking the boys ass, his balls, his back his chest. Over and over again as Miguel moaned and wailed into his gag. The more he pulled on the ropes, the deeper and stronger the anal hook held him in place. Bronson reached into his briefs and began to slowly jerk and massage his hard dick. Watching these men work young Miguel over was driving him crazy. Finally, the men released him from his ropes and Miguel collapsed on the floor. Steve picked up the leash and the Lumberjack gently pulled the anal hook out of the boy’s worked asshole. 

“Are you going to be a good obedient boy?” Steve asked mockingly.

Miguel quickly nodded his head yes. Mitch took that as a sign that he would cooperate and went and retrieved the key to the boy’s gag from Bronson. 

After the gag came off, Miguel launched into a tirade of insults.

“You fuckin sick queers!” he yelled, “Let me the fuck go. You fuckin loco ass motherfuckers are in for a world of hur…”

Steve held a hand over Miguel’s mouth as they forced him on his back and held him down. The Lumberjack went and retrieved a spider gag from the table and came back over to Miguel, who was still thrashing unsuccessfully. Steve and Mitch were too strong, and the boy’s small frame could not overpower them. 

The Lumberjack was an expert at this, He held the boy’s nose shut, and then forced the gag into his mouth when he tried to take a breath. He fastened it extremely tight around the boy’s head and stepped back. Miguel was now able to make noise, but not able to close his mouth. He could make unintelligible grunts and moans. 

“Ahhhlll eeeee!” he yelled out, trying to draw attention from someone outside. 

The men were in the penthouse suite and Bronson had paid them enough money to let them go about their business up here. No matter how he yelled, Bronson doubted that he’d be able to attract any attention. The Lumberjack, however, was apparently tired of hearing the boy whine, he picked up the anal hook that had been lodged in Miguel’s ass and held the boy in place with one burly arm and forced the hook through his open mouth with the other.

“There you go faggot,” Jack said, “Savor your ass juices. Get that tongue all over that hook and lick it all up.”

Miguel did his best to fight, but the Lumberjack was too strong. Steve and Mitch were holding his legs as well while rubbing their own bulging crotches. The Lumberjack persisted, he was clearly enjoying Miguel’s disgusted facial expressions as he was forced to lick the hook that had just been up his sweaty asshole. 

“Well there delivery man,” he said, “I’m not impressed with his obedience just yet, but I’ll give you ten grand for this one so far.”

“10 grand?” Bronson asked, feigning interest, “That’s pretty good. If no one bids any higher in the next half hour you got a deal.”

Miguel started thrashing around again trying to get free. Steve started to gently stroke his dick to calm the boy down. Despite his best efforts, Miguel was getting into the scene again, his hard dick aching with pent up frustration. 

“You know, I can’t really bid until I test out this faggot for service, what do you say we tie him up on that coffee table over there so we can take him for a test drive,” Mitch suggested.

“You go on. I gotta piss again first though,” Jack replied, standing up and heading over to where Adam was bound. 

Bronson stepped out of his briefs, showing off his rock hard cock and walked over to help the men restrain Miguel to the coffee table. They threw him on his stomach and tied each limb to a leg of the table in several places. He couldn’t move much, except to shake his ass, which was fully on display. Steve further tied him by pulling his dick out and tying it and his balls to the bottom of the coffee table. Now Miguel stayed put. He still was trying to moan and plead through his gag, but no matter how he pulled at the ropes he barely moved an inch. 

“Got the little slave boy all tied down now,” the delivery man said with a big smile, “Who wants to take his ass?”

Before any of the other men had a chance to interject, Mitch announced, “I’ll fuck the little whore.”

Steve looked disappointed and Jack was just shaking off the left over piss on Adam’s pathetically gagged face. Mitch positioned himself behind the terrified bound boy. He hauled out a very thick 7’’ cock. He began slapping it against the boy’s ass cheeks. 

“Meeehh Mm” Miguel pleaded, the men just laughed as they circled around him, all stripping and revealing their hard, throbbing dick’s. 

Bronson took the leather crop and began smacking Miguel’s back and ass cheeks, making the boy twitch around and shake his ass a bit more. The delivery man noticed precum forming on Steve and Jack’s big cocks just watching the bound boy squirm, he might clean up pretty well tonight. 

“Alright boy, if you want this trucker daddy behind you to use lube when he fucks your ass deep and hard, I want you to stick your tongue out and start licking my big balls,” Bronson ordered. 

Miguel looked up at him and continued to struggle as the men were obviously getting off on using him as their personal slut. He reluctantly stuck his tongue out and barely touched the delivery man’s hairy ballsack. Bronson decided to reward his cooperation with a few more hard smacks to the boy’s ass with his riding crop. 

“Now boy, you better start really licking it, we’re losing our patience,” Bronson snapped. 

To emphasize Bronson’s point, Mitch started pushing his dick on the boy’s tight hole. Doing a complete 180, Miguel started lapping up Bronson’s big bull balls like he was a dog in heat. Jack and Steve started slowly jacking their big cocks as they watched Bronson start to turn the boy into a real slut. 

Mitch pulled off for a bit, lubed his cock and resumed pushing it into Miguel’s tight butt. Once his big cock head popped in the hole, Miguel cried out a bit in his gag. But with the delivery man’s balls and crotch in his face and mouth, the sound was muffled. Mitch slowly drove in a little deeper. Miguel seemed to be preoccupied with the trucker’s dick halfway up his asshole, so Bronson decided to take it further. He pulled his balls back and started slapping the boy’s face with his big hard dick. Once he was confident there was a good coating of precum under the boy’s nose, on his forehead, on his cheeks, he plunged his cockhead through the open hole in the boy’s gagged mouth and began to enjoy his captive’s hot tongue wagging around on his cock. 

Once Mitch was all the way in, Bronson pushed his cock further into Miguel’s mouth to further keep the boy quiet. Mitch may not have owned a slave before, but he clearly knew how to break in a new whore. He was going slow, moving his dick in and out a little bit at a time. He wanted the little slut to learn to enjoy it. As Bronson worked his mouth to get him acquainted with dick, Mitch used his thick cock to stimulated the boy’s prostate. 

Twenty minutes later, the boy was actually starting to get into it. Instead of pulling at his restraints to escape, he was pulling on them with lust. He looked like a little slut, moaning on the delivery man’s cock as Mitch fucked away hard at the boy’s ass. 

“You want to switch in Lumberjack?” Mitch asked.

“Let Steve-man take a turn first, and let’s take the gag off this bitch so he can lick my hairy ass,” Jack said, “If this bitch ends up being mine, that’s how I like to wake up in the morning, sitting on a faggot’s face while I read my morning paper.”

Bronson took the spider gag off of Miguel as Mitch withdrew his cock. Steve quickly lubed up and substituted his in the boy’s ass, further stimulating the boy’s prostate. Miguel was about to try and reason with the boy’s, but Lumberjack just backed his ass up, spread his cheeks and pressed his ass in the boy’s face. 

“Fuck yeah little bitch,” Lumberjack said, “eat my ass. It smell good back there. Must be pretty sweaty too.”

The Lumberjack continued to rub his ass in the boy’s face as Steve jammed his dick back and forth in on the boy’s ass. The anal stimulation of Steve’s eight inch cock worked to send Miguel into an even more lust haze. He actually started licking up and down on Jack’s hairy asscrack. Bronson wasn’t sure if he even knew he was doing it, but Jack was clearly enjoying it. 

“I gotta piss, but I bid twenty grand,” Mitch said, heading over to Adam the urinal. 

“Cool dude,” Bronson said while smacking Miguel’s back with a leather crop. 

The men switched off choking Miguel’s mouth and fucking his tight ass with their hard cocks for hours. The bidding increased to seventy grand in the lumberjack’s court. None of them had cum yet, but Miguel sure looked like a cheap slut. Drool and sweat was covering his face, his ass felt loose and open, yet he obviously craved more. His young body was driven to the edge more and more by these expert boy fuckers. 

By 2AM, the lumberjack was hard at work facefucking the boy and Bronson was deep fucking the boy’s ass. Suddenly, Bronson’s balls tightened and he was about to seed the boy’s hole. Miguel didn’t look like he cared much. He was trapped in slave space, a place where only the ability to cum would release him. 

“Ohh fuck I’m gonna cum deep in him!” Bronson yelled out while shooting a huge amount of cum in the boy. It filled up his tiny hole and leaked out of his ass. 

The lumberjack had to cum too, but he wanted this boy to get a nice faceful of his cum. He withdrew his pulsating cock and let it erupt all over him. The first shot landed square across his face. The second flew in Miguel’s open mouth. The third flew into his left eye. After about 9 shots in total, Miguel’s face was painted with hot dripping cum. Spent, the lumberjack returned his cock into Miguel’s waiting mouth for him to clean off, which the boy obediently did. Miguel had long passed the point of arguing with these men. Now he wanted to please them, all of them. At some point in the night, he decided he wanted to be their cum dump.

The two men withdrew and Steve and Mitch replaced their positions. Steve took the back and Mitch took the front. Both men aggressively spitroasted Miguel while Lumberjack and Delivery man went over and enjoyed an ice cold beer. They were clearly satisfied with themselves. 

“Fuck yeah whore, you about ready to take my load down your throat,” Mitch asked.

“Yeeess Siir,” Miguel blurted out while choking on Mitch’s thick cock. 

“Fuck yea, this faggot’s ass is trained now. He’s gripping it with his asshole,” Steve reported.

A few minutes later, both men were simultaneously blowing their pent up loads deep into the boy’s holes. They withdrew their cocks and went over and got a beer. While the rest of the men drank their beers away from Miguel, Steve preferred to make Miguel lick his ass while he enjoyed the cold beverage. 

The bidding war continued. Steve and Lumberjack were really going back and forth. Bronson actually felt Miguel was a very beneficial investment at this point. He almost forgot about Mason’s escape, but it was time to put the night to a close. The bidding was up to $180,000 when all of a sudden Mitch spoke up.

“Fuck it, I’ll double the bid if you hand him over now,” Mitch said.

The lumberjack almost spit out his beer. He wasn’t really going to pay $360,000 for this little bitch. From the look of it, neither was Steve. Bronson agreed to end the bidding and award Miguel to Mitch. 

Miguel slowly started to comprehend what that meant. He opened his mouth to object, but Bronson was too fast, he strapped a ball gag in the boy’s mouth to cut out his objections. 

“Mmmmmfff!” Miguel yelled out pulling at his restraints. 

Soon, Miguel was loaded into a special compartment on the outside of Mitch’s trucking cab. The loud noise of the running truck drowned out the boy pleading into his gag. The men all shook hands and parted ways. Mitch had his slave, and the delivery man had an extremely profitable night, but now it was time to rest up and continue on with his plan…

The next day, DeMarco was leaving the chief’s office with a verbal extension of his case. He was impressed on what he had: an eyewitness linking Mason to the kidnappings, data that showed he was in the vicinity of both kidnapped parties, and he even found out Mason had fucked half the highschool in some kind of lust bender throughout the year, teaching staff included. To top it off, Mason’s gardener was just reported missing and an inspection of the house showed signs of a struggle.  

He returned back to his desk to his phone already ringing. He figured it had been his wife. She had bolted early this morning before even giving him the chance for a quick release fuck. She usually left early nowadays to get in a second workout. For the incredible bitch that she was, she definitely kept herself in top shape. DeMarco figured crazy bitches stayed skinny and toned easier, so he married one.

Once he finally answered the phone, it wasn’t Cindy on the other end. It was a panicked voice that sounded a bit familiar. 

“I need to speak with DeMarco!” the voice said.

“Speaking,” DeMarco said.

“This is Mason Carter, I need to report a break in,” Mason reported. 

“Mason!” DeMarco said in a thrilled voice, “How ya been?”

“What the fuck? Did you just hear what I said DeFucko? I said I’d like to report a break in. And I know who’s been kidnapping people. He’s some crazed dude in a delivery man’s suit. I saw him there that day,” Mason said.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down Mason,” DeMarco said, “Why don’t you come in and we can talk about this so called delivery guy.”

“So called, the fuck you talking about you stupid cop?” Mason said impatiently, “I know the guy that’s doing this!”

“Yea I bet you do, Mason,” DeMarco said, “Tell me, have you seen Miguel Hernandez lately.”

“Yeah!” Mason replied, “the delivery man probably took him!”

“Oh, I’m sure he did,” DeMarco replied sarcastically. 

DeMarco adjusted himself in his chair, by now the boy had been on long enough to establish a trace on his location, but he figured he’d try and convince the boy to surrender himself.

“Look I’ll tell you Mason this will go a lot better if you just give yourself up,” DeMarco said, “We’ve got eyewitnesses placing you at the scene, and your little friend Adam came forward and told me all the sick shit you did to him and his brothers.”

Surprisingly, all DeMarco heard back was a click of the other receiver. Mason had hung up. He figured he could scare the kid into coming in, that this whole desperate delivery man fabrication was the kid coming undone, but it looked like he’d have to do this the hard way. 

Once he looked at the location where Mason was calling from he saw it was just some random pay phone in the center of town. Camera footage didn’t reveal anything about where he was heading. If it weren’t for the text he received from Adam at the end of the day, DeMarco thought the case might go cold again.

He found himself in the same forest preserve Adam frequently jogged in. Adam promised he’d found where Mason was hiding out and sent the location. As DeMarco arrived at the spot, he didn’t see Mason or Adam. That didn’t necessarily mean that the boy was bullshitting him, he decided to have a look around. He walked up and down the trails to try and look for evidence of a campsite or someplace Mason could stay. He checked bathrooms and utility buildings, but found nothing. 

Soon he got another text and location from Adam, it was halfway up the trail. He got as far as a bucket in the middle of the trail when he figured he was being taken for a wild goose chase. He decided to double back to his car as he was quite a ways from it. He wasn’t exactly in hiking gear. He was dressed in dress pants, dress shoes, a cheap dress shirt and tie and jacket. His strong Italian body had actually worked up quite a sweat from walking around this forest preserve. 

He started back when he heard some moaning coming from underneath the bucket. A closer examination showed that the earth had been tampered with all around. He picked up the big metal bucket to reveal Adam. His mouth was tightly duct taped shut, his eyes pleaded up at the detective to help him. Other than his head, he was completely buried in the earth. Around his neck there was what looked like an odd collar with a radio transmitter attached to it. 

DeMarco reached down to help him but felt a sharp sting in his thigh.

“Ah what the fuck!” DeMarco said, pulling out a dart in his thigh. 

The contents worked quickly. DeMarco found it difficult to balance. His mouth felt like it was packed with cotton. He fell to the ground and watched the world rapidly spin above him. He heard footsteps approaching and tried to focus in on the figure. It was some man in a delivery suit, aviator sunglasses and clutching a dart gun. DeMarco tried to call out for help, but the drugs took hold, and he passed out…

 

To be continued...