Joey’s story

I-I have to do this. I’ve got to do this. I’ve got no other choice. Joey always thought the same exact thing whenever he got a call from the organisation he worked for about another job. whenever he found himself driving to the location...whenever he wrapped his hands tightly around another terrified victim's neck, and injected them with a sedative needle and then watched the consciousness slowly fade from their eyes.

I have to do this.

I have to do this.

I-I-I fucking have to do this...

Joey had to do this. He had to do whatever the organisation wanted. He was indebted to them, after all. He was expected to follow orders and he knew that there’d be severe consequences if he refused. Looking back on it, He was never directly told what those consequences would be yet they still terrified him. 

He followed the organisation's orders to the letter which is why he now found himself in a college locker room... late at night... an unconscious boy's head resting idly in his lap.

 Joey wasted no time in stripping the boy of his clothes... trying his absolute best to shield his eyes from that flaccid dick despite being accustomed to the sight, Using the rope he brought, Joey tied the boy's legs together and then tied his hands behind his back, He stuffed one of the boy's dirty socks in his mouth and secured it in place with a layer of duct tape. Once secured for transport, Joey put the boy's possessions; phone, keys, wallet into a backpack to be disposed of later...

Joey refused to look at the naked, hogtied boy any more than he absolutely needed to as he carried his captive to the car... he didn’t want to feel any more guilt. It had to be done. There was no other way. This was always going to happen. At least, that’s what Joey told himself.

This is wrong. 

This is sick. 

This is fucked.

I shouldn’t be doing this

Joey put aside those nagging thoughts once he was back in his car... hands on the wheel... tires on the road... the unconscious boy, the unconscious victim secured in the trunk... now on route to the organisation's base of operations to make his delivery.

I have to do this.

I have to do this.

I-I-I have to do this...

* * * *

Pulling up to the facility, parking his car in his designated spot was probably the most soothing part of Joey's job. The place looked so ordinary, like a boring office building with its hardworking employees, despite them being in jeans and sleeveless shirts, chatting amongst themselves with smiles on their faces, ready and willing to tackle the day ahead of them. Joey fully appreciated how boring and empty the place looked, because sometimes when Joey parked his car into the facilities clutches he could simply just pretend that this was just an ordinary place, that this was just another boring, tedious job, and that he was just making another simple, mundane delivery. However, other times-most times, Joey’s mind would not allow him to forget the harsh, honest truth that this was no ordinary place, that he was delivering actual boys with actual lives to these dedicated, hard working employees, and that he was directly responsible for ruining yet another innocent life. Most soothing part of the job, yes, but it never lasts long....

"Well...well...well" a voice said from afar. "Late again are we, boy? Ire let it slide this time...so long as you bought what we asked for." Joey didn’t see the man walking up to his car. He didn’t need to. He knew exactly who was calling him: Joey’s, for lack of a better term, personal handler, trainer Shade, a man with the darkest of hair, a rough looking beard, equipped with piercing blue eyes, and an equally deadly smile. As he rapidly approached Joey’s car, Joey just as quickly got out and stood to attention. 

"Y-yes, sir...in the trunk" Joey replied with a hint of shame in his voice. Shade paid him no mind and instead headed toward the car's trunk and opened it up without hesitation.

"Dammm, boy" Shade shouted as he admired the drugged cargo in the trunk. "You did not disappoint. Well done, boy." He made Joey watch as he tweaked and toyed with the boys nips and groped the boy's abs. "Look at him, boy. What a fucking catch. This pup will sell for a fortune. Your a natural at this..."

"T-t-thank you, sir" even though he thought the man meant it as a compliment Joey couldn’t help but see it as mockery...like he was being guilt tripped.

Shade's hands were now brushing on the boy's pubes. "Ha, bet he thought that this was all he needed to be classed as a man. Ignorant puppy,  don’t you agree, boy?"

"Y-yes, sir." Joey replied, unconvincingly. Not truly believing in what he was saying. 

Shade wasn’t focused on Joey. He signalled 2 of those hardworking employees to come over, "get this pup ready for his cage" he ordered and all of a sudden one man got a bottle of what appeared to be shaving cream, which had ‘Permanent' written on it in big red ink, and started rubbing it on the unconscious boy’s defenceless body,  while the other got 2 silver, metal, shining razors out of his back pocket. Joey cringed in disgust as he heard the screeching buzzing sound of the razors switching on and forced himself to look away as the men proceeded to make the boy's body hair a thing of the past...

Joey was obviously, extremely uncomfortable. Shade knew that, though, he wasn’t done with the boy... "while this pup is being taken care of. Why don’t you come with me. There’s something I wanna show you." He was pointing to a side entrance of the ordinary building with a man made side hanging above it titled: "pup pen"

Joey said nothing. What could he say? He stuttered, clearly wanting to leave right now, not wanting to find out what those words meant. He just knew that innocent sounding phrase had a more darker meaning...but Shade wouldn’t allow that to happen. 

"Now, boy." A direct order, not said in a strict tone, necessarily, but it was enough for Joey to realise he didn’t have a choice, and before he knew it his body was submissively following the intimidating man into the pup pen...

* * * *

Before the 'pup pen' there was a long deep corridor for both boy and trainer to walk down. Joey was getting more nervous, more scared, more paranoid as he walked further and further down the seemingly endless hallway. He desperately wanted to run back to his car, yet he made no attempt to do so. Shade barely acknowledged Joey existence as he effortlessly walked down the corridor. He had all the power and both of them knew it. 

"Do you know what we do?" Shade said, finally breaking the silence. Still refusing to look at Joey. "Do you know what happens to them after you give them to us?"

Joey alway tried his hardest not to think about, the after. But sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He knew they were put in cages, he knew they were forced to suck cock, and he knew they were eventually auctioned off. The thought alone made him feel as guilty as sin. 

"Ye-"

"No, boy. No, you don’t." Shade snapped back, seemingly annoyed that the boy had the audacity to claim he did. "Sure, you may know we train them to serve real men and that they’ll eventually be sold off to an owner, but I don’t think you realise what that truly means. You’ve essentially crushed them of their hopes and dreams. Now, they’ll never be a lawyer, or an accountant, or, hell, even a footballer...instead, now, the only thing they’ll know now is cock and cum..." now, Shade unexpectedly stoped, he now turned to face Joey with those deadly eyes that pierced through the boy’s very soul. "...all because of you, boy. You took away their lives, their freedom. You made them suffer. You caused them to suffer a fate far worse than death...you should be ashamed of yourself, boy."

In that moment all Joey wanted to do was collapse onto the floor and cry his heart out. He already knew what he was doing was wrong, that it was evil, but hearing it spoken aloud, by trainer Shade of all people, made him feel like nothing, made him feel empty...

"I’m...i-I-I-I’m sorry...I’m so sorry..."

All Shade offered the weeping boy was a confused, puzzled look before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Hahaha, relax, boy, I was just kidding. All boys are pups and all pups need to be trained. That’s just how the world works." And just like that, Shade resumed walking down the corridor. 

Somehow, Joey wasn’t the least bit comforted. He still felt wrong, he still felt bad, he still felt empty. Joey felt so many things, none of them good, but he had no time to process them...

"C’mon, boy, don’t keep me waiting." Shade shouted in his casual yet still intimidating tone. "The pen's not far now. Your gonna love it, boy, your see."

Yep. Joey wasn’t able to process what he was feeling. Instead he found himself blindly following Shade down the corridor, going deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole.