A Piercing Aquaintance

Thu 16 Apr 2015

"Isn't that the guy in the bar?", Thinks Paul.

The large 6', 40's, stocky but muscled, black bearded, Old Guard leather man, who Paul had spent talking with the last hour at the gay bar, smiled at Paul at the end of the block. He stood like an imposing block of granite under a street lamp.

Paul is drunk but walks a pretty good line down the curb of the street toward his apartment, but could see, as gravity pulled, he'd have to deal with this heavy obstacle to get there.

Lanky, fit, but not ripped build, about 5,10, platinum blond with a gentle face -- that often made people do a double take when he revealed his arrogant and disrespectful nature, Paul puts on his a smug arrogant posture as he approached.

Paul reflected, and furrowed his brow as he recollected his conversation -- and, promises to this man.

'Why do I have to be such a cunt?,' Paul thought, 'I shouldn't lead these old guys along, but it is fun to tease them. This guy obviously wanted to fuck me -- and his cock was pretty hot when he pulled it out, right there!, for me to see -- 'and grab hold of it, boy - wouldn't you like that seeding yer ass?' Ha! ugly old man's never going to touch my butt.'

'Called himself 'Master' Charles', Ha! Master! Master of clown gear -- and he obviously has no motorcycle.’

Paul chuckles as he steps over to the beckoning leather guy whose chaps, vest , Jacket; all black, glistened under the light.

"Got a light, MY new slave?" His recent bar mate said.

'Did he just emphasize 'my' slave? thought Paul. As he modulated that swagger into an awkward shuffle.

"Look, I just said it'd be fun -- 'to be your 'slave' ... forever? C'mon! 'As in, I was just joking! I have no interest in being anyone's property!”

Paul makes an effort at being a regular guy. He produces some matches and tries to light the large man's cigar.

Just then a van pulls along side the men, the sliding door opens and Master Charles pushes Paul backward into the vehicle.

The driver pulls Paul through the door, and Master Charles loops a zip tie around the boy's sneakered feet.

Paul instinctively pulled at his bound feet, but another tie was easily looped around his hands as they flopped him over, just when he did.

The flash of the buck knife just caught the corner of Paul's eye as it quickly swiped through his belt and cut his pants - enough; and shirt - enough … to let Paul experience a well done rip and strip. The pockets emptied on van floor, and then all Paul's clothes were pitched to the curb. They sped off off with the door slammed shut in the same motion.

He marveled at how quickly he felt the cold seat sticky upon his anus -- air chilling his cock and naked ass; his cold zip tied hands under his crack -- cold against the plastic seat and buckled in. He was bewildered.

“Spread your legs, slave; and bow your head; we want a look”, came a gruff command from Master Charles.

Paul did, thinking it best to cooperate.

His cock sprang up -- disconcertingly fast... a betrayal to Paul's thinking.

Paul was shaved, and his white cock with crimson head rose about 7 inches. Master Charles stroked it a few times. 'Looks to me you are already my bitch material, Paul; saves me a little work.'

Paul wanted to speak but instead gulped and burped, wide eyed. He was, to his amazement being owned and he was intensely horny, yet terrified.

“I don't care about that cock of yours, Paul, in fact, you aren't going to have much use of it either, it belongs to me now, just as those tits”, to which Master Charles gave a painful twist. Master Charles sat behind Paul and went through his wallet.

"What's this bullshit, 21 yo?" As Master Charles read his driver's license.

Paul's boner wilted, and he began screaming; just as a ball gag pushed into his mouth, and the strap wrapped about his head. A silky black hood bagged his disturbed brow and wild eyes.

He stopped thrashing after few minutes; and listened, he heard the jets low overhead near the airport. 'Low class bastard!' Paul wanted to yell.

Paul was raised in the suburbs but had been living with an older friend already out of high school.

"What did I tell this guy to have him doing this to me? It's kidnapping, and that's a really serious crime but my family doesn't have any money." thought Paul.

Paul felt his penis being played with, and against his authority, it quickly became erect -- perhaps if I can please this guy with a blow job ..."

But before he envisioned that scene, Paul felt a quick intense sharp pain on his cock head; and, realized after feeling forceful tugs -- and a peek under the hood, that he'd just been given a PA.

“I may make you my eunuch too, bitch, but I do like your balls”, Said Master Charles, as he wrapped and squeezed his ham hand about the hairless sack .

“ I plan to stretch them so they hang low – you’d like that?”

Paul nodded agreement. Trying to be agreeable, as to one insane -- yet, confused, thinking back to his recent conversation to this man.

Paul mumbled insults that through the rubber ball gag too ; but, Master Charles failed to hear them – the gag he'd been grateful to bite into during that torture of piercing.

Master Charles clamped a tit and attached the other chain end to his PA, stretching his now flaccid cock up tight -- stretched even when crouched, as much as the van's shoulder strap allowed -- causing Paul to hump his hips forward, knees spread against the seat in front; Paul held very still to ease pain as much as he could.

Paul wanted his mother, and cried unseen tears.

Paul's heart raced when he saw a blue flashing light through the hood, and he prayed the police would save him.

The police noticed the van because it jerked to the left briefly as it passed, owing to a kick Paul was able to make to the driver’s seat when Charles pierced his penis.

They pulled over.

The officer noticed the dark shape covered with a towel in the back, driver's side back seat and stepped back and pulled his gun.

'It's ok officer,' Master Charles said with a big grin. 'It's a friend we have tied up for a gay game.'

'Let's see?' said the officer, gun tracking back and forth along the car.

They un-draped the boy, revealing hood, tit clamp, and stretched bloody cock, -- with a rather swollen mushroom head owing to the PA.

Master Charles produced a cell phone,' We don't want to interrupt the game so we made a consent recording -- just listen?' He told the policeman with a 'you understand’ grin. And Master Charles played a portion of the conversation in the bar.

To the boy's amazement he heard himself agreeing to this very abduction scenario -- How?

“Take off his hood let him speak”, ordered the policeman.

Master Charles removed the hood and gag.

Instantly the boy, craning his tear stained, red face upward babbled incoherently, squinting with more tears streaming down his face in the policeman's LED flashlight.

The policeman aimed the flashlight to the boy's shaved crotch seeing, owing to the tit clamp, even the sphincter of his anus, since he'd pushed his skinny ass as much to the front as possible -- to lesson the tension on his pierced cock, and now throbbing tit with his thighs spread wide.

“Damn!' said the cop “I know who you are! -- You were picked up for soliciting an undercover officer at the gay bar a year back – and, cried just like that when I processed you into jail. I recall you were a minor and being such a baby officer Don dropped charges. Your mother was a piece of work”

The cop noticed his blond hair, 'What a spoiled fag’, he thought.

"Shave his head”, he said to Charles as he turned away.

The policeman motioned to his partner.

'Take a look at this, Shelly ', A lesbian. She grinned when she saw the boy.

'Hi sweety'.

The boy desperately protested and tried to rapid fire his situation – He knew it wasn’t going well.

Paul looked like a 'boy' without pubic hair, so they checked his license.

21? , Asked Shelly as she rolled her eyes.

'Hi, Charles,' she said, as a matter of fact, obviously knowing him.

And, after some discussion with the others she turned to the boy and said,

'Honey, you've made your bed, and I'm afraid you are going to have to sleep in it.'

Master Charles put the ball gag back in his still working mouth, and like a magician bagged it with a flourish and grin to the audience.

Oddly, the boy grew another erection as the others looked on chatting, and they saw his PA blood trickle down to the anus as it grew – Paul's sphincter flexed under the Shelly's flash light, as if calling out.

Charles produced a butt plug, and as a doctor might demonstrate a sensitive procedure to interns, he worked it into Paul's anus, to the hilt, giving it a half turn, and slap between Paul's white trembling thighs.

Then, they returned to their respective rides and drove off.