Mo's Capture
It had been a month since that first week at the facility, and I had learned more about the business and some of what it was capable of, and by extension what I was capable of. It was empowering and deeply erotic. All with the friendship of Mr. Mitchell, who delighted in my every discovery and conquest. In addition to playing with toys at the facility I found joy in using the tremendous reach of Mr. Mitchell to grab whatever straight ass I wanted in my day to day encounters. A busboy from a restaurant, a runner I saw on the side of the road while driving, a construction worker outside one of the front businesses doing roadwork...all snatched and all mine. The lithe greek busboy I played with and fucked for a few days before selling to a rich friend I met through the business. The tall black runner was currently in the garage where a makeshift stable kept a handful of livestock. The construction worker was a tanned white fuck slave for a while before I had him chained to the post on my patio as a dartboard, I counted extra points if I got one in his sizeable genitals which I did once, but hadn't gotten a nipple yet.
All this at my disposal, and I also was learning skills. I was familiar with the security business and spying copiously on many infiltrated areas we had from college dorms to the bedroom of a local news anchor Mitchell liked to watch, but had yet to snatch. I also learned about the tools we had, drugs for everything from the paralytic we used to make men immobile to strong sexual stimulants that made men painfully hard and either gushing cum or unable to cum again. There was also tech to milk cocks, fuck asses, shock muscles, turn a mouth and throat into a fleshlight, or even reprogram parts of the brain. I was truly in my own heaven, which bore a strong resemblance to many straight cocky boys' version of hell.
I was getting to know about the people around the facility. Marcus at the front desk was a friendly guy who enjoyed mature white military men. Several of the stoic thuggish workers around the place were deeply lecherous sadists who worked not just for money but for steady access to free sex slaves. Sometimes we would listen to a bug in their break room and enjoy the comments they'd make about a recent snatch or a recent bonus of a boy they were given for good work. Some were more professional than others, and we knew who we couldn't risk sending out if we needed a man virgin and unmolested for a client. The men in science and tech development varied...there was an expert for multiple areas who was recruited based on being gay and being actively interested in the ability to experiment on human test subjects.
All of this learning and adjusting to the business was fantastic. Of all the project and whirlwind of activity my favorite part had been our long term project...creeping on Mo. The young tawny Iraqi lad who originally connected us, he remained free for now. Every once and a while we would spy on the cameras Mr. Mitchell had installed all around his life, or we would get coffee at the shop where we met and would observe him like an animal on the discovery channel. I felt like he rooted me to the more unforged creep I had been before this whole world opened up to me, and I really wouldn't come into my own until I had him. I had learned a lot about the young college student. My benefactor joked the only place he didn't have a camera was up the boy's ass, and that wasn't because he couldn't do it, it was because what's the point up a tight straight hole that doesn't seem the light of day?
He was 22 and about to graduate next summer, studying "applied exercise science" at the local college, playing football for the college team, and he had been drinking since before he was 21 and could party pretty heavily. He was not Muslim as I originally thought, but an eastern Christian whose parents fled Iraq during the war, last name Farah. He was thoroughly Americanized. The cafe where he worked was owned by his uncle, and he planned on becoming a fitness trainer after he graduated. His hair was now short at the back and sides and slightly longer and styled up top. He had tan eastern skin and had begun growing some stubble which gave him a rugged sexy look...he had a girlfriend he had just begun dating recently, but had not fucked her yet.
Mo was a fairly generic straight college student. He could be very "bro" in his behavior, was decently self assured, rather average intelligence, and very physical. He worked out often with an aim towards his goal of being a fitness instructor. He was fairly loyal to his girlfriend, he didn't share many intimate details with friends, especially since there weren't many to share, he had a chivalrous side. He was protective and she was an increasing influence in his life. With cameras monitoring so much of his time I was surprised he didn't touch himself more, he had jerked off a few times, but not to porn and only a few times in the shower. I expected more from a hot blooded young college athlete, but he had watched a few influencer videos about "retaining" and his football coach encouraged abstaining from sexual activity and alcohol before games...and Mo was a loyal team player, he listened and tried to obey.
I received a text from Mitchell, "Mo time." This meant something interesting was happening with my favorite surveillance project and I should join him in his office. I put on my coat and strode to the main building. I entered and took a look at the display this week on the hall platform. They had our two Latin men on all fours facing away from each other, dental gagged with tongues hanging out, cock locked, ass to ass...there was a double sided dildo several inches wide connecting them slid up both their asses which were only a few inches apart to show it. They were frozen still as ever, and I passed Alvero and enjoyed him seeing my eyes on him as I passed. Mitchell had often discussed neutering Alvero within earshot and I wondered what the human mannequin thought about stuck like that all day...I doubted Mitchell would actually do it, that sexy stud was too useful as a display model with them intact...but eventually he would be replaced. I gave Marcus a wave which he returned and strode to the elevator and made my way up to the office.
Mr. Mitchell was at his desk watching the screens and shoving his fingers down his new desk toy's throat, a waxed white guy again, gagging as he was new, but a brunette this time. He waved me over and wiped his hand on the boy's tousled hair. The screen showed Mo's dorm room, which I had become acquainted with, very generic, a twin bed on one side and a desk opposite. There was a door to the small bathroom where we also had a camera angled right down in the shower and a modified mirror with one as well, I had watched my boy soap his young cut cock multiple times by now. His cock was decently hairy with a big bush and hair up his shaft. The cock was large and impressive, a darker brown than his lighter sandy body.
This time he was with his girlfriend, his shirt was off on the floor and he was making out with her. He had great lips, his mouth was small and pouty. I had learned the treasure trail he had when I first saw him was shaved, he had recently let it go natural and had a lightly hairy chest and a lightly hairy flat stomach as well. His girlfriend had discussed liking men more natural, and I suspected he changed his grooming based on that conversation a week back when they got more physical, hotter and heavier. I suspected they would fuck soon. She ran her hands down from his shoulder to rest against his abs. She leaned into his kiss, his muscled back moved as he ran a hand through her blonde hair. She was cute, always dressed modestly but alluring and stylish. She put her hands on the boy's shoulder and guided him to lay back and kissed his shoulder and moved to his chest and lay against him. She snuggled up, but didn't progress. He let out a little grunt of frustration, she giggled.
"Baaaaabe," he groaned in his deep masculine voice, "Always a snuggle? It's been almost a month, your man has needs." She gave him a reproachful look from his pec, "Hey, don't expect me to just give it up in the back of a car or you're dorm bed in the middle of the day," she massaged a perfect round brown nipple and bopped his nose, "I want it to be special." He caressed a cheek, "It would be special anywhere with you," he smiled a cheesy smile. She laughed, "Okay Mo, you manslut, you're just too cute..." He reached down to his pants in a flash and she pitched to the side, "Well manslut confirmed. I wasn't gonna give it up here and now." He moved a muscled arm back slowly up and went a little flush with embarrassment. Damn our little coffee boy is horny. "It's only been a month, I don't want you talking about it and spreading around that I'm easy, you love me don't you?" His brown eyes met hers, "I do babe, I'm not just saying that, you're the sweetest most considerate girl I've ever dated. And I like that you want it to be special. I'll do everything I can to make it special for you. And I won't tell anyone." She got up and smiled, leaving Mo laid out shirtless on his bed, he lay back and laced his fingers behind his head, showing dark hair at his pits. His biceps bulged on full display.
"Okay," she ran a finger up his body and ended holding his chin and looking down into his eyes, "I believe you. I'm going to rent us an airbnb next weekend and we can spend a couple days together and get...closer. But I want you to keep it to yourself, and do everything I say...you can follow instructions can't you?" Her voice took a commanding tone. He was enthralled, "Damn, you're hot when you're like this." She smiled. "Get up and give me a kiss." He complied and bent down kissing her and she held his head to hers with one hand, then I was surprised to see her turn her head sideways as she tongued him, move her other hand from his back, lock eyes directly with our camera, and gave a thumbs up.
"Oh shit, his girlfriend..." I had not seen that coming. Mitchell finished, "...is working for me, yes. Also she isn't 20 she's 29 and skilled in manipulation. She's bagged more college boys than I can count. She holds out a little longer, gets them horny, uses some psychology to get them compliant, then leads them to the 'airbnb' which is just a little house we own close to the facility so they can be moved once they're snatched. She is well compensated for her expert work" I was so turned on, this meant I was finally going to get Mo.
"You can run it how you want. Set it up how you want. He's been fun entertainment to spy on, but he's about to be completely yours." The prospect thrilled me, that straight boy was one of the hottest I had seen even with so many at, and under, my fingertips. I give it some thought, watching the boy do some pushups on the floor in his room, his powerful back and strong shoulders to the camera. His shorts stretched appealingly over that same succulent ass I had now seen exposed from multiple angles. "She has been working him up the past few weeks, and he's been very eager. I like the idea of him being set up and feeling this betrayal...I definitely want him to know his sweet girlfriend sold him out." Mitchell agreed this was a good plan, and we discussed how to work that angle. I loved knowing he not only was unaware he had been actively watched by the two of us, but had been completely manipulated by his own girlfriend because he was just a horny young college student who didn't stand a chance.
The week went by so slowly for me. I could barely focus on the men I worked on. I kept thinking about Mo Farah, currently a straight athletic young guy planning to graduate and work in fitness. I thought about how the freedom he took for granted was counting down and soon wouldn't be a free man anymore, but would be turned into my sexual plaything because his strings were being pulled by a pretty woman with expensive tastes...and we wrote her checks. She worked him up wonderfully over the week, and by Friday he was a bundle of raging hormones and testosterone. He got ready for our date, showering, applying fancy cologne, dressing sexy in jeans with a stylish black button up undone at the top and a gold chain. All the time watched by the pervert who was going to be abusing and using him the rest of his life...and he was ignorant of his sealed fate and exited about his weekend...it was so arousing.
They arrived at the "Airbnb," a Victorian place, wraparound porch, bedrooms upstairs and living areas below. I was watching him get set up spectacularly, with a monitor in a side bedroom. He'd be collected from the master bedroom if all went to plan. He was fawning over her, she made dinner, served him drinks afterwards one after the other. He was getting flushed, "Hey, since tonight is special maybe I should slow down on the drinks and we should head upstairs?" He was eager, playing it cool. The boy hadn't cum in weeks. She smiled and guided him upstairs by his hand without a word.
Once in the room, an old fashioned room with a four poster bed, she unbuttoned his shirt and helped him take it off. He bent down and kissed her eagerly, she let him then pushed him away, "Okay, let make it really special. You strip down and get on the bed, just your underwear." He kicked off his shoes and socks, then slid off his tight jeans. All that was left was the powerful straight stud wearing just silk red boxers and his gold chain. He kept on the bed and patted his hand next to him. "Oh be patient Mo, I have plans." She walked to a desk and pulled out some rope, he wriggled as under her, "Fuck, I didn't know you were going to get to kinky." She expertly tied the rope, she had lots of practice, "I know it's a little much, but I wanted to really make this a special night. She finished securing his arms tightly stretched out by his wrists, then moved to his ankles. He grunted, "Damn, going all the way." I breathed a sigh of contented relief watching on my monitor, that was the last moment he had a chance. She finished and massaged the growing bulge in his silken underwear. She leaned over, her breasts under his stubbled chin, and kissed him. Then she popped a red ball gag she had just grabbed from behind a pillow between his lips and quickly fastened it. He let out a sexy slightly higher pitched exclamation of surprise.
She ran a hand down his chest and kissed it. His surprise turned to soft acceptance as she moved closer to his cock, and his lightly hairy muscled body relaxed as she moved down between his spread legs. She kissed his abs and slid his boxers down to his knees, revealing a growing cut erection in a bed of dark pubes. He gyrated his hips expectantly when she got up and smiled, then looked up at my camera and winked. He grunted as she got off him but she struck a pose and I'm sure he expected her to strip. But she did not. The wink was my signal now he was prepped, and I strode in.
Mo was caught by surprise, with his pants literally down. He tried to speak, likely uncertain exactly what was going on, his cute pouty lips moving over the fat ball gag, only deep protesting as I walked over and shook "his girl's" hand and handed her a check. I looked at the confused 22 year old adonis laid out and fully erect, "The drugs are working?" She nodded and her tone shifted to very businesslike, "Yes, everything the drinks were laced with should keep your boy nice and firm for several hours." She looked at the check, "Shit, this is more than we agreed." I smiled and leered over at my prize, "I'm very grateful. Not a problem I'm sure?" She shook her head and walked over next to the now struggling stud, but he was tied spread pretty tight. It was a very appealing sight. "Not at all, but honestly," she glanced at her target, "I'd have done it for even less than agreed, he was fun. But who complains about a bonus?" She patted one of Mo's curling feet and he attempted to kick it, to free himself, but it wasn't going to work. Then she left me alone with him. We heard a car door slam and engine come to life and fade as she drove out of his life.
I stripped down to my own underwear, and pulled a knife from the pocket of my discarded pants. Mo was thrashing. I walked over and ran the knife down his thigh and he went still, pretty brown eyes following the metal as it sliced off his silk boxers. I picked them up and gave them a sniff. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and made some very furious sounds, a little spittle moving down his chin. He was very flushed, both from embarrassment and likely also a side effect of the drugs she slipped him at my instructions. I moved over to sit at his chest by his head. He turned increasingly angry eyes towards me. I picked up a remote from the bedside table and clicked a button making television mounted on the wall come to life. It was playing a recording of him in the shower, a favorite of mine. He'd played with himself a little in that one.
"I've been watching you." His eyes widened and he stopped struggling long enough to look horrified. He stared at me, slight recognition crossing his pretty young face. "There it is, see there's this whole thing where creeping on you got me involved in something really wonderful...well...for me. Not straight bitches like you." He grunted a little at that. I imagined the poor young stud had a lot going through his head at that moment. I ran a hand over his hairy chest and tweaked a nipple. He bucked and then I pinched harder, making him wince. His nipples were gorgeous dark ovals, perky from exposure even in the warm room. The light illuminated his sandy body, tensing with resistance, turning me on. "Anyway, now it's time to play. I'm going to be playing with you a lot in the future. And the present." I stroked his thick cock and he pulled his muscular ass back into the bed, unable to keep his straight cock away from my lecherous touch. It was hot and hard, the chemicals he had been slipped had worked well. I grinned, "I have to get something...don't go anywhere." He bucked as I left.
I re-entered a few moments later with a leather bag and set it down at the foot of the bed. I ran a finger up his tensing leg and smacked his cock, he practically growled and fixed me with a furious stare. "Oh Mo, you should behave better. I just bought you, I know that hard to accept," I laid a hand against his firm chest in mock sympathy, "but you are going to accept it. You're mine. I'm going to have you...and I'm going to package you how I want and take you home. But first I need to give you a little of what you came here for. I wouldn't want you to go unfucked." His eyes widened and he thrashed trying desperately to escape his fate.
I opened the bag and pulled out a thin chain with two alligator clamps. I squeezed them open and closed them on the boy's sensitive dark nips, he wriggled, I felt his cock bounces against my leg. "Behave bitch." I gripped the chain and pulled up a bit, he let out some pathetic whining as his tender velvet mounds were tugged up. I loved making a man with a deep voice whine.
"Now I have to get a piece of what I waited for, before we take you back." I moved between his legs, he wriggled. I sniffed his musky pubes and ran my tongue over his throbbing erection. Then I flicked it, he flinched as it bounced long thick and hairy and he thrashed a little more. He was starting to sweat, I could smell it mixing with his "special event" cologne. If only he knew just how special tonight was going to be. I loosened the rope at his ankles, tied to be adjustable. He kicked with the new freedom, "Mo, think hard. You're in a house owned by a sadistic human trafficking operation. You're basically one step above dog here. If that. Do you really want to test me?" I moved up and pulled on his nips again, he was forced up a bit and I leaned down to his ear, "I could do anything to you. You disappeared the second you got here. Remember, she had you tell no one where you were. You can disappear with me...or into the river." He still looked angry, but there was concern. Muscles weren't much help bound like this and he was fully at my mercy.
I got between his legs and used the new slack in the rope to slide my thighs under his, cock against that tight straight hole. The feel of a tight virgin pussy never got old. I had to make this straight boy mine right now. I held myself and forced the top into his resisting brown ring. It was one of the tightest I'd ever felt. His straight chute was warm, and moist, and I slid against it all the way up balls deep. It was one of the best moments I had had even in my month fucking breeders. He groaned and wheezed, slobbering on the fat ball between his lips.
I held myself there, then pumped. I bounced his muscular succulent cheeks off my hips, never pulling out. Just sliding halfway and then shoving back in. His struggles, like they always do, just got me harder up his anus, expanding and swelling inside him. His hairy sweaty ass penetrated over and over again. The straight fucker was groaning, grunting, and on a few good thrusts yelping. I remembered watching him all this time, spying, creeping, stalking. His cocky swagger in the locker room, his customer service smile at the cafe, his confident tan face with shining eyes, I thought of all of that as I took him by force. His eyes shone now, but it was watering from the pain of a busted cherry and the humiliation of a gay man dominating him while he could do nothing.
I fucked and was sure to play with his cock too. His straight rod went from bouncing to fixed rigid in my hand. I rammed his young prostate and jerked his cock. It was exquisite. The boy sweat profusely and his gorgeous golden tawny middle eastern skin shone...his dark hairs matted against his bucking muscular form. Every sound I evoked from him as I played his body with tricks I'd learned just increased my thrilled enjoyment. Finally I exploded inside him. Filling him with my semen. Marking him as mine.
But I had to keep working him, because his resistant straight body hadn't given up a load yet. I would make it give one up. I slid out, the smell of fucking filling the room and mixing with his musk and cologne, and I leaned over and took his head in my mouth and slid up and down him. He was freshly violated, but he was also drugged and had come in horny. The boy hadn't popped for weeks. He moaned and watched me, then when I flicked my eyes up at him he turned his head. I had him, he couldn't resist. The hot blooded young buck needed this. His thick rod felt my mouth slide and lick and suck. Finally he shuddered, eyes slammed shut, and gave up a sticky rope of cum. I lapped it up, then let him ooze over himself. Thick white jizz craning over his cock and pooling in his pubes. He was well and truly mine now.
I climbed up his quivering form and grabbed his hair at the top, jerked his head back and made him look at my face...his cum still on my lips I planted a sloppy kiss on his forehead, leaving saliva and cum smeared there. He just lay there, panting, cock throbbing from the rush of blood. "Good pig." I said and cleaned myself off. I let him marinate in his humiliation for a bit. Then pressed a button under the bedside table, it would make a ringing sound in the monitor room, I was pretty sure they'd be here by now.
I was right, in came two of my favorite facility thugs. A couple, they were two massive men. They were both doms who found each other, then met Mitchell and were invited to work with him. They had creeped and snatched men together small time before, and would fuck their victims together since they couldn't bring themselves to live out their violent tendencies on each other. They were horrifying, but I also found them sweet in a way. They were also massive creepy and I was sure they watched every minute of Mo's...first time. They leered and the exposed jock.
"Let's package him up, I hope you enjoyed the show." They grinned and nodded, one said "Have to ask, can we..." I shook my head, "Nope this one is exclusive. But he has friends. I'll give you the footage of his football teammates and you guys pick one. We can get you one for your help here." They agreed happily. Mo looked horrified. They actually took most of their compensation in straight cattle, they were very accommodating employees. They had with them a special long box...for Mo.
He lay there dazed and sweating from his introduction to his new life. I walked over and opened my bag, I removed a fat anal plug, chrome, and ran it along his flat slick belly, rotating it to coat it in the sweat and semen there. "This will keep my sperm up that nice juicy anus of yours." I unceremoniously shoved it up his ass, he moaned. I licked my lips. Then I retrieved a pelvic harness from the bag, it had a leather belt that I secured along the boys wriggling hips. Then a strap that came down from the back was pulled between the back of his legs running between his succulent ass cheeks and I pulled it around and up over his balls and cock and notched to the belt. I pulled it tight and it pushed against him, holding the plug firm up inside. He let out a whine as it was pushed deeper up inside him.
His cock was still hard from the drugs, I shifted it up under the belt and it lay against him held by the belt. Then I eyed it and took a little metal penis plug topped with a D ring, I slid it into his head and he shrieked. I slid it down until the D ring rested against his head and the metal plug was down inside him. "You're cock and your hole are mine now. Don't worry they'll be freed up again when I want, but for now you hold everything in there," I tapped his abdomen, "until I choose."
"Now let's get him packaged," I moved up to his head, he stared at me with wide wet brown eyes. "Now you could fight quite a bit, but look at my friends," I indicated the hulking walls of muscle, "and think hard about what they're here for. Accept and it goes well for you, fight and they'll knock you out cold. Or worse." He eyed the men and I stared at him until he nodded. The box lid was opened and the poor used boy allowed his muscular arms and legs to be manhandled as he was raised up off the bed and placed in the box. There were arm and legs straps, they were lashed over his bulging young muscles holding him in the box like a sexy breathing Ken doll. Finally once a leather strap was secured his head, he lay immobilized against the back of the box, slight struggling, but he didn't have much fight left. Or energy after his rough fuck.
I looked with my creepy pals at the packaged prize. "It's missing something." I mused. I went to the bag and retrieved nasal hooks, I took some string and shoved them in his prominent nose, pulling it back to be a snout. I tied it around his forehead strap. Now he was perfect.
"Now piggy, oink for me." He looked disgusted and as indignant as he could in such a position. He remained defiantly silent. I'd hoped for that. I took a remote from the bag and pressed a button. He shrieked and his muscles tensed as the shock in his penis plug activated and zapped his tender fat cock from the inside. His chest, still clamped, heaved. I ran a finger along his quivering sweaty chest and tugged his chain, "You should really have learned from tonight that you don't get to make choices anymore." My thugs sniggered in the background. I pressed my button again and the boy shook with anguish. "Now oink." The pathetic bitch gave in and made some attempts and after one more shock really fucking got into it. He finally teared up at this and was ready to be brought home. I felt my victory.
"Now I want a good strong oink from my pet piggy every minute. I'll know if you don't, and I'll turn the shock up. Because it has higher settings." He looked miserable and ridiculous as I shut the lid and secured it. We loaded him into the van and I rode in back. I wanted to know if he would obey.
The whole ride back I was ecstatic about my new toy. And the frequent desperate snorting sounds made it appear Mo was learning...I only had to shock that sexy Iraqi cock once the whole way...
I finally had Mo. And his experience hadn't even begun to get interesting yet...
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