The Delivery Man

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Chapter 10

Bronson was getting incredibly impatient. He’d been stuck waiting an extra two hours already. All he could think about was “if this asshole misses one more goddamn train I’m going to leave the little meatball to fend for himself.”

 Getting out of town forever wasn’t exactly a straight line. The delivery man had made his fortune and made all the necessary preparations to retire a very rich man, living abroad in anonymity. No grand palatial estate for Bronson. He just wanted the freedom to do what he wanted, when he wanted. The price of that freedom just happened to be countless others he had sold into slavery. Therefore, he needed a clandestine way of leaving the country with all his secured fortune. And wouldn’t you know it, there was a company that specialized in just that type of service.

 For a small fortune, the company would transfer assets, change identities, and even cross borders anonymously. Bronson fancied himself a salesman so he tried talking the men down a bit from the astronomical number that would have left Bronson nearly a third of his fortune poorer. After a bit of haggling, the man said he’d knock off two hundred grand if Bronson escorted the man’s son across the border with him. Had Bronson had any familiarity with the man’s son he probably would have just taken the financial hit.

Sal Gerrano was an infamous disappointment to his family. The middle child of a wealthy Italian crime lords. The family had enough of his relentless fuckups. They loved their son, but his stupidity was costing them and an agreement was reached after his latest stunt. Saul loved women, but he hated getting their consent. He started using his familiy’s connections to obtain date rape drugs to, as he put it, make his life easier.

 Things went from out of hand to a complete catastrophe. Sal had raped women all over town and the ground was shrinking under his feet. The family cut a deal to disappear their son forever and the rest is history.

 For the immediate future, he was Bronson’s problem. Bronson observed the overweight 5’7” teddy bear stumbling out of the train station towards his car parked in the attached garage. He was dressed head to toe in a custom track suit with his face patterned all over it. He wore big, gaudy sunglasses that nearly covered his entire face and a hat that Bronson guessed even the guy who sold it to Sal begged him to pick something different.

 Sal rolled up to the car like Bronson was his uber driver. He banged on the back as a queue for Bronson to open up the trunk. Despite being specifically instructed to ship materials separately, Bronson noticed Sal had two big suitcases along with two duffel bags. Sal loaded his luggage into the trunk with a thud. Not soon enough, they were on their way back to Bronson’s with the explicit instructions to “lay low until preparations were ready.”

 “So let’s go get some bitches tonight my man,” Sal yelled, way too loud in the cramped space they were in, “last night for American pussy!”

“Oh that’s not necessarily true,” the delivery man replied, “if you keep acting like an asshole I’ll leave your ass on the side of the street for police to find and then half the prison system can use you as their American pussy.”

 “Fuck THAT shit,” Sal scoffed, “I ain’t gotta worry about nothing. Soon I’ll be living large surrounded by women like Ricky Martin livin la vita loca.”

 Bronson wondered if Sal even knew that Ricky Martin or himself was gay. He didn’t much care. Considering the wait for Sal to get to his car, he was making great time back to his place.

 “Hey, my new friend, I am Sal. It was rude of me not to introduce myself.” Sal finally said.

 “I know who you are. I know what I need to do. I’m Bronson. Next 24 hours we lay low at my place and wait to get word. Then you and I hitch the same ride out of town,” Bronson explained.

 “Perfecto Senor,” Sal replied while visibly scratching his balls,  “But we also need to make sure I am not in any dire need for sustenance, and I am afraid that I am. I need food. I need beer. I need to fuck.”

 “The best I can do is order some pizza. I got a good stock of beer. But we’re not going out. We’re laying low. And I fuck dudes so I’m not about to risk it all for some women,” Bronson stated.

 “Oh, yes, yes, yes, my father told me all about your work,” Sal went on seemingly unaware about how much he was getting on the delivery man’s nerves, “he said you take young boys and sell them off to the highest bidder.”

 “No one under eighteen,” Bronson shot back, “at least one of us in this car has some sort of moral code.”

 Sal erupted in laughter, “Oh my friend you have got my number haven’t you. I better be careful or else I end up on your auction block?”

 The delivery man smiled at the idea of him auctioning Sal’s ball gagged and hogtied body off but the smile quickly faded as he set his mind back on his priorities.

 “Well, that’s an intriguing idea, Sally. But I’m retired now, and you’re not exactly what I’m looking for in a houseboy,” Bronson said.

 “So, you think you are better than me I take it, well I tell you pally: I don’t mind fucking a nice tight boy’s ass as well. So, what’s say we make a night of it and find someone?” Sal offered.

 “Nope. Not interested,” Bronson replied coldly. Truth be told, he didn’t much care for Sal, or his antics with women. Yes, he was full of contradictions himself.

 “Ohhhhh come on,” Sal countered, already dialing a number.

 “Hey! Cut that shit out!” Bronson yelled.

 “Shh, shh, shh” Sal replied, “Yes I’d like to place an order for delivery?”

 Bronson calmed down, Shook his head affirmatively at Sal to confirm delivery, and allowed Sal to order two large pizzas, some appetizers and mixers. Bronson gave Sal the address and everything seemed good.

 “Ok, now when pizza comes we decide,” Sal stated, “if it’s a good looking lady, I put on my moves. If it’s a tight ass little delivery boy, we watch you do your work eh?”

 “Sorry Sally,” Bronson replied.

 They reached the entrance to Bronson’s warehouse. The delivery guy would come around to the front office to drop off the pizza. Bronson suggested they’d have time to grab some beers and head up that way. Since they planned on leaving in the same vehicle they left Sal’s luggage behind.

 Sal got his own private tour of the delivery man’s, now closed, dungeon. He saw cages, eye bolts all over the place. The delivery man’s favorite toys had all been shipped to his palatial estate overseas, but he had quite a few materials to leave behind from his old life.

 “Lots of keepsakes you have around here,” Sal said.

 “It’s all just leave-behinds. Lots of stuff to entice potential buyers, not necessarily always my interests,” Bronson explained as they passed a pile of sissy clothing and adult baby clothing.

 “Only thing I keep is this,” Sal said, unprompted as he produced a worn notebook out of his back pocket, “It’s what each of my ladies says when I nut inside of them.”

 “Here’s your beer,” Bronson said while quickly handing Sal a beer to pacify him.

 “Gracias,” Sal replied…

 It turned out the pizza delivery guy’s name was Toby. He was a 19 year old stoner that paid no mind to the abandoned industrial neighborhood he was currently driving through to make another in a long line of deliveries that night.

 Toby had shaggy light brown hair, a pale complexion, but deep brown eyes that most of the girl’s he dated were week for. Unfortunately for Toby, dating girls just didn’t’ seem to be what *he* was into and he spent many a long night trying to decipher if he was gay, bi or whatever.

 He pulled up to the designated spot and for the first time took in his surroundings. Toby always brough mace with him on deliveries but he got the sense that whoever wanted to rough him up around here would just use it as breath spray. Still, he mustered his courage and walked towards the door…

 Sal was practically bouncing up and down looking through the window at whoe was going to be delivering the pizza. It turned out to be a skinny skater boy with a bubble butt. Sal was feeling his 6” beer can thick cock get thick in its pants. Truth be told, he just loved to fuck.

 Bronson witnessed the obvious display before him and did his best to quell the prospect of jumping the kid straight out.

 “Look, let me do the talking, we gotta make sure he’s done for the night,” Bronson said, taking charge.

 “Ohhhh so mr. Bronson wants to play now?” Sal teased back.

 “Well…he is kinda cute and I sure wouldn’t mind seeing him tied up and gagged..” Bronson said.

 “So what’s the problem?” Sal asked.

 “Shhh..he’s coming,” Bronson replied.

 There was a sudden buzzing from the outside bell. Bronson was accustomed to receiving all sorts of stuff at any given moment so he hooked up a bell system throughout his warehouse to signal him in case he had to sign for anything. Bronson calmly opened the door and greeted the pizza boy with a warm smile.

 “Evening, sorry about the weird delivery we were just starving and working overnight,” Bronson explained to the clearly weary boy front of him who was starting to soften at Bronson’s handsome face.

 “Oh, it’s no big deal, I get all sorts of weird ones,” Toby replied, “I’ve worked this job three years now and I’ve seen all sorts of stuff. One time a couple called us up mid boneathon. That was weird.”

 “How do you know that’s not what’s going on here,” Sal said, lifting a beer in cheers to the boy.

 Toby laughed, “well, I guess cause you guys said you were working. But if not that’s cool. I won’t judge.”

 Bronson exchanged pizzas for moneys with the boy and left him with a sixty dollar tip. Toby was taken off guard and very happy as it was making this night a very lucrative one for him. He was also admittedly a bit lost in the delivery man’s handsome face. The guy in back was weird but seemed pretty harmless.

 “Say, do you party?” Bronson asked.

 “Oh I’m still on the clock but otherwise yes,” Toby replied.

“Well like I said we’ll be here all night and my wacky friend here gets some good stuff, we could have some fun too if you’re down?” Bronson said looking deep into Toby’s eyes.

Toby immediately started blushing. He was actually pretty keen to take the dude up on his offer. And he had nothing going on after work.

 “Tell you what, if you want, I can swing by with some leave-behind food after work and we trade for some good weed and see where things go?” Toby said.

 “My MAN!” Bronson’s face lit up, “No worries if you can’t make it but I have a feeling I’m going to be really hungry later on. You like being a good boy?”

 Toby’s face blushed a deep shade of red and his dick suddenly leapt in his pants when Bronson’s deep voice said “good boy.” It was very confusing as he hadn’t really any experience with dom/sub kink before, and he was very turned on.

 “I do like providing good customer service,” Toby smiled.

 “Ohhh fuck the boy’s gonna have fun tonight,” Sal cheered from the background.

 Toby gave a worried face but Bronson gave him a reassuring look and before he knew it, he was headed back to the car in hopes of potentially his first threesome with two men…

 As they watched Toby pull away in his run down car, Sal was basically bouncing off the walls.

 “Fuck you don’t need to tie this one up dude he’ll come crawling for your dick!” Sal laughed.

 The delivery man smiled. It was true. He was confident Toby would be pretty pliable. But if he was being honest with himself, he preferred seeing boys tied up and gagged as much as possible.

 “I mean,” Bronson started, “Sure, we don’t have to. But it’s going to be so hilarious when he’s hogtied choking on my big cock did you see those brown eyes?”

 “Ohh ho ho!” Sal said, “So I get to see you work in progress. Very nice!”

 “Just don’t fuck it up,” Bronson said grabbing the food and leading him back up to the part of the warehouse he setup as a living quarters.

 They walked back with incredible anticipation at their last fuck in America (at least for awhile). Two predators at the top of their game having one last ride before heading off into the sunset. Bronson grinned at how much fun he’d had at this place. Sure, he was celebrating the end of an era with an idiot, but that wasn’t so bad. At least Sal was expressive.

 The two walked into the room soaking up each other’s masculine prowess and didn’t even notice Mason sitting on the couch with a loaded tranquilizer gun (the same one the delivery man had used on him before) in his hands.

 “Hiya gents!” Mason interrupted.

 Bronson had only a split second to react. Mason fired the gun with expert aim. The dart sailed through the air across the room and embedded deep into Bronson’s right thigh. He pulled it out as quick as he could but the effects were already staggering.

 “Salgo…Sallll…goo,” The delivery man said in a drugged haze before collapsing on the floor.

 Sal didn’t really need any permission. He had already turned tail and started booking it. However he was drunk, uncoordinated, and stupid. He sprinted ten feet before tripping over himself and falling on his face. Mason grinned, reloaded, and shot another dart that flew over and stuck Sal in his buttcheek.

 “Heeeeey…” Sal yelled before passing out.

 Mason smiled to himself, and set to work…

 Three hours later, Toby returned to the industrial warehouse excited to be part of his first gay sexual experience and maybe even a threesome. What he found when he got there was a different matter entirely.

 Still clad in a red polo, red jacket, and chocolate brown khaki pants, Toby hauled out six big bags of various food items: mozzarella sticks, garlic bread, pizza poppers – all types of party snacks. He didn’t want these guys to feel cheated. He still had no clue they intended on tying him up and turning him into a cumslut.

 Toby practically skipped up to the door and deftly yet surprisingly gently hit the buzzer with his foot (his hands being completely full.

 Toby waited a bit. It looked to be a huge place and there was only two of them. He had no idea of where they were setup in this building. He looked around nervously for any sign of activity. After a few minutes of waiting, he hit the buzzer again.

 More time ticked by. Toby was beginning to think they had forgotten, or it had gotten too late and they had given up on him. He turned to slowly sulk back to his car when an overhead light started blinking on and off.

 “Sorry for the delay, my associate is walking a bit slow,” a voice said over the intercom.

 The voice didn’t sound like either of the men he had talked to earlier. More like a dude Toby’s age. What was going on here. He’d had enough. He persisted in leaving as the door opened behind him.

 Toby slowly turned around to see what was going on behind him. He stayed on the walkway and inched backwards now in case he had to make a sprint for his car.

 The door opened then closed. Then opened, held for a bit, then closed again. Finally, the third time it opened a bit and suddenly sprung open wide. A man dressed in only a diaper, baby bonnet and ankle chains waddled out into view.

 Toby couldn’t believe what he was seeing! He wasn’t nearly that high to be hallucinating. He squinted and noticed it looked a lot like the party guy he had talked to earlier in the night. He was motioning him to come inside and making weird grunting noises. His hands were wadded up into little balls. Toby realized he probably couldn’t’ operate the door handle very well; which explains all the fumbling with the front door.

 “Oh don’t worry about him,” the voice intercom came back on, “I’ll explain everything. Trust me, you and I are both much better with him like that.”

 “MMMMPPPHH!” the baby-man grunted.

 Toby inched closer to get a better look. His hands were stuffed into little mitts that locked around his wrists. He had a huge baby dummy stuffed in his mouth and buckled around his head. From the look of it, the dummy filled up the guy’s mouth fully. Tony also saw a collar wrapped tightly around the man’s neck. He looked into the guy’s eyes. He was pleading with him and whimpering into his gag.

 Something in Toby snapped. He was extremely turned on by the sight before him. The guy seemed like a creep when Toby had dropped off the pizza before, and it was very amusing seeing him like this.

“Shouldn’t you lead the way, dude?” Toby stated to Sal plainly.

Sal gazed at him in disappointment. It seemed like the little pizza boy liked him all helpless like this.

 “Come on back, Sally. You know the way,” the voice ordered.

 Something buzzed behind Sal’s neck. He jolted and grunted into his gag. He immediately sprang into action and motioned for Toby to follow him as he waddled back into the warehouse. Toby followed behind at a distance. He noticed there seem to be a remote shock collar attached to Sal’s neck, probably controlled by the voice on the intercom. Was the guy before doing this?

Sal shuffled along like Eegor, leading the boy back towards his master. Toby didn’t realize it, but Sal didn’t only have a remote shock collar locked around him. Within his diaper, he also had a large butt plug lodged up his ass sending high vibrations with every step he took. Drool pooled around his gag and dripped down his chin. His proud cock was also locked tightly in a cock cage. They key held safely back towards where the voice had beckoned them.

 A warm light shown in the distance as Toby followed Sal. It became obvious that’s where they were heading. As they inched closer, Sal began to notice that whoever was over there was otherwise occupied. His back turned to them. He made sudden, sharp, jolting movements toward some weird frame setup. Was he working out? He was shirtless. No, as Toby got closer he noticed the man was clad in a leather harness, his ass fully exposed in leather chaps – and what an ass it was!

 They moved closer. Toby realized it wasn’t an exercise frame, but some sort of sex sling. And there was a man strung up inside it, and he was stark naked! The man in the harness walked over to the man in the frame and began applying strips of paper to his lower back and right buttock. The man in the frame lay there docilly. It looked like whatever jock-harness-man applied stuck to him quite well.

Toby drew closer, and he had a better idea of what was going on. There was a man in leather restraints, strung up inside of an x-frame. Whoever jock-harness was, he was waxing him – head to toe. He wasn’t necessarily being gentle either as Toby witnessed him rip off the strips, tearing off hair in clumps..

When Toby and Sal reached the lit area, the man in the jock harness was caked in sweat and panting heavily. The man in the x-frame hadn’t moved a muscle.

 Jock-Harness’s head moved as if he was alerted to something.

 “Oh you boy’s made it. Welcome,” He said.

 “Uhhh, hi” Toby said in a nervous tone.

 “Ok, I do apologize. I’m sure this looks terrible. Would you allow me to explain?” the man in the jock harness asked.

 “Sure…” Toby said, still weary of the scene before him.

 “Cool! Thank you!” the man said in an excited tone, “Just please wait there and I’ll bring up the feed on that monitor over in front of you.

 Toby glanced around and saw a large black monitor ignite into a white snowy screen. It then turned over to a security cctv feed. Toby watched the entry way exchange play out with his friends he had met before.

 “Ok, that’s what you saw!” the man said.

 Another feed booted up. This was in the lobby. Audio kicked on. The exchange about fucking Toby between the two men played out. They talked about restraining him, using him. The entire exchange

 Toby realized now that Sal was probably better off neutralized after all. But why was this guy here.

 “Ok, does that buy me a little more time to explain the scenario?” the man asked.

 “Umm, yes. They were going to kidnap me?” Toby asked with uncertainty.

 “Well, yes and no. Baby boy over there just wanted to fuck you by any means necessary. His highness over here probably would have sold you off into sexual slavery,” the man said, exencuating his point by ripping off another strip from the delivery man’s lower back.

 “Speaking of which,” the man in the jock harness said as if to suddenly realize something, “ back over here, Sally. Don’t make me zap you again!”

 “Mmmffpphh,” Sal moaned pathetically into his gag and shuffled over towards the man in the jock harness.

 “Stop, kneel right there by that eyelet fixture in the floor,” the man commanded, causing Sal to instantly drop to his knees and obey.

 “Just going to secure our boy here while I attend to this asshole,” Jock Harness explained.

 “Ah, ok…soo…you’re waxing him?” Toby asked, “I kinda thought he was hot hairy.”

 “Oh without a doubt!” Jock Harness agreed, “but why should he look hot? I’m not *just waxing him anyway. I also shaved his head, his eyebrows. No hair. Head to toe. He’s going to be so pissed ha ha ha!”

 As Jock Harness explained himself, he bent Sal over so his collar was just inches from the bolt on the floor. He used a small length of chain and padlock to secure poor Sal so he was locked face down, ass up. Next, he pulled Sal’s wrists behind his back and used a zip tie to further immobilize him.

 Poor Sal let out a faint murmur into his gag. Jock harness gave him a few playful slaps to his ass to elicit a few extra moans.

 “I actually almost just let this dumbass go,” Jock Harness went on, “But then I read his little diary of exploits over there. It fell out while I was moving the drugged-up idiot. It’s full of sick shit. So, I figure, he’s no better than this asshole.

 “I’m Mason, by the way,“ Jock Harness explained, “I don’t mean you any trouble. I just thought I’d explain myself. These guys are bad news. This asshole over here took a bunch of my friends. So, I’m exacting my revenge tonight.”

 “Look man, I just..” Toby started, noticing Mason picking up an odd-looking rifle.

 “Please, just let me finish,” Mason interrupted, “This is uncomfortable, I know. But I can’t let you leave until I’m done. I’ve come too far. I’m too close. I don’t want to involve you. You can chill in another room. But this has to get done tonight.”

 “What are you going to do? Looks like you already finished with that dude,” Toby asked motioning at Sal locked up and helpless. Toby unconsciously rubbed his crotch.

 Mason blinked. Did he just see what he thought he saw. No way.

 “I’m just going to bring assholes like them back down to the level they should be accustomed to,” Mason offered.

 “You’re turning *them* into *your* fuck slaves,” Toby shot back.

 “Now look,” Mason said, “I know it sounds bad, but believe me, they have it coming.”

 “Oh, I can see how that could be true with that one, and if what you say is true about the other guy. Fuck! He was hot, too. I would have done a lot just to get to fuck him,” Toby said.

 "Would you like to?” Mason said with a grin.

 Toby’s dick shot straight up in his pants, “What?” He asked.

Mason smiled and walked back over to Sal without saying a word. He leaned over and unlocked the padlock, allowing Sal to bring his head up into a full kneeling position. Mason started working at the buckle for the gag on Sal’s head.

 “You’ve worked all night right?” Mason suddenly asked Toby.

 “Uhh…yeah,” Toby said.

 “Hear that, bitch,” Mason snapped at Sal, “Poor Toby’s been running around this city delivering ungrateful idiots like you pizza all night. He’s tired. He needs to relax. What does a bitch like you recommend?”

 “What..thee..” Sal’s objections were interrupted by Mason fish-hooking him tightly with his right thumb, making Sal drool and rendering him speechless.

 “Shut the fuck up, boy. Sit there in your chains just like that while Daddy Mason makes you more comfortable,” Mason commanded, releasing his hold over Sal and grabbing a pair of scissors on a nearby end table. He used them to cut away at the diaper around Sal.

 “Little bitch pissed himself when I tranquilized him. I cleaned him up but didn’t want to take any chances and our strung-up friend over there has an obscene amount of twisted gear, haha,” Mason explained as he through the diaper away in a trash bin while Sal waited obediently.

 Toby watched the entire scene unfold in front of him in sheer amazement. It was like he had fallen into a porn. He had slowly taken his belt off, lowered his pants and bit and started rubbing his cock while Mason explained himself and repositioned Sal.

 Mason removed the baby bonnet. He gave Sal a quick swat on the ass and Sal moved into a better, more presentable slave position on his knees. Toby could now see the man’s cock was imprisoned in a tight metal cock cage, locked closed with a shiny gold padlock. Toby smirked to himself that this was probably the last outcome Sal wanted tonight.

 “So, Toby, now that you’re getting more comfortable, why don’t you have our friend Sal give you a proper welcome,” Mason said, taking charge of the scene.

 Toby slowly walked over to wear Sal was kneeling. Mason had wisely kept the shock collar still padlocked on to Sal’s neck. He was going to remain fully obedient.

 “Lick his ass, Sal. Lick his hairy hole and I might not sell you off like your buddy over there,” Mason commanded, giving Sal a shock for encouragement.

 Toby smirked. He had never had his hole licked before, but boy did he have plenty of fantasies about it. He strutted closer to Sal, turned around and pulled down his briefs to present his indeed hairy hole to the chained up gangster.

 Sal nervously dug his frightened face into the man’s ass. He let out a few moans of repulsion.

 “No, no, no, Sally that won’t do. Get your tongue in there. Bury your face in his ass. You’re here to serve, or be punished,” Mason reminded his captive, Sal set to work and started to use his tongue to pleasure Toby’s inexperienced hole.

 Sal was quite good at it. Toby started to feel the man’s strong tongue start to work out years of repressed horny needs that were finally being released.

 “ohhhh…ohhh fuck, fuck that feels so good. Don’t stop. Keep going. Keep that tongue moving,” Toby said as if in a trance.

 “You have your orders, slave,” Mason said.

 While Sal worked away rimming Toby’s ass, Mason returned to wash down the delivery man and lotion up his body after his waxing. He wanted his new creation to look it’s best when he unveiled it.

 “Sal over there didn’t stay drugged for very long at all. I’m guessing a high tolerance, Sally,” Mason laughed while he washed the unconscious delivery man’s muscular back.

“So…what are you going to with that one?” Toby asked, trying to stay in the moment while slowly jerking his cock.

 “Oh him,” Mason said, “Well, it looks like I caught these two on their way out of town. I’d hate to interrupt his plans.

 Mason grinned as he picked up a bucket and doused the drugged-up slaver in soapy water. He casually walked over to pick up a spray hose and pulled the trigger to hose the man down. The water was surprisingly warm. Mason had been sprayed down days ago? Weeks? He was getting into his own head too much to focus on that.

 He picked up a tub of lotion and went over to rub the delivery man’s impressive muscular body down, now completely devoid of hair from his bald head to his now hairless toes.

 “He’ll be on his way soon enough, with a few slight modifications to his trip. Sal, I haven’t decided what to do yet. I just know he’s going to spend the time I consider his punishment under my captivity – for the community’s sake,” Mason explained.

 Mason finished with the delivery man by buckling a blindfold around his head and stuffing an oversized ballgag in his mouth. He then took an weird mask/hood of a horse and pulled it over the man’s head. Mason grinned to himself before returning over to wear Toby was vigorously jerking his cock, about to cum.

 “Whoooa buddy,” Mason sprinted up, “relax a bit. Stay awhile.”

 Toby suddenly came back and realized he’d lost himself a bit and gotten way too into being rimmed. “Whoops, wow that felt good I just about came!” Toby confessed.

 “I know, dude!” Mason said before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Toby kissed back and the too started a slow makeout session in front of Sal, who stayed silently on his knees at attention.

 Mason broke off the kiss and gave Toby a little smirk with his handsome face. He strutted over to Sal while unbuckling his jock pouch, revealing a rock hard, thick seven-inch cock pointed straight at Sal.

 Sal looked on in horror as his new master approached him slowly jerking his large dick with a big grin on his face.

 “Suck boy,” Mason ordered before shoving his cock into the shocked man’s mouth.

 Sal immediately began gagging and retching, but Mason kept hold of the back of his head and guided the man’s cocksucking.

 “Ah, ah, ahhh,” Mason corrected, “Watch the teeth, Toby you feel like givng old Sally here a smack every time he fucks up cocksucking?”

 Toby grinned. He would pretty much do whatever Mason said after a kiss like that, but this was just hot anyways. He rushed over and picked up the crop and gave Sal a decent swat to his ass, causing him to moan on Mason’s cock and allow Mason to shove it far into the back of Sal’s throat.

 The two boys worked over Sal for about a half hour. Mason knew the delivery man would be waking up soon. So, he wanted to move the night along a bit. He withdrew his cock from Sal’s mouth with a ‘plop.’ Sal felt humiliated that he fought to keep it in there for a moment.

 Mason picked Sal up to help him stand and walked him over to a work bench. He shoved the cuffed man face down on the bench. His head spilled over the other side and he could see Toby walking up with his hard thick 7 incher in his hand.

 Mason began to work on Sal’s virgin ass hole with his fingers (drenched in lube). He also used this time to massage Sal’s swollen balls, his cock pressed tightly up against the bars of its prison, desperate to get hard, desperate to cum.

Sal opened his mouth a bit to protest Mason fucking with his straight ass, but Toby used that as an opportunity to gag him with his cock. He also gave him a few quick slaps with the crop to remind him who was in charge. Sal was trapped. On one end, he was gagging on cock, on the other, Mason was working two fingers into his prostate to massage it. Mason could tell just by Sal’s leaking cock that his work was driving the man into a frenzy of lust. The time for the first fuck of the night was now.

 Mason stood up, lined up his dick into Sal’s ass and shoved it in. Sal cried out a bit in pain but was extremely muffled and focused being gagged on Toby’s dick. Toby gave him a couple more playful swats to the Italian stud’s meaty ass cheeks, causing them to jiggle to much the boy’s mutual delight.

 They spit roasted Sal for a full fifteen minutes. Any time Toby would get close he’d with draw his cock and slap it into Sal’s moaning face, calling him a whore, slut, cocksucker, before shoving it back into his throat. Toby couldn’t hold off forever though. And neither could Mason. They timed it perfectly, so they unloaded at the same time. Mason shot his cum deep into Sal’s newly formed manhole. Toby withdrew his cock and unloaded a geysers worth of cum all over Sal’s surprised and disgusted face.

 Mason thought quickly. He stuffed a butt plug up back up Sal’s hole to hold all his cum up there. He allowed Sal to clean the cum and spit off Toby’s cock before shoving a ballgag in his mouth. Mason then circled Sal, taking pics of the stuf covered in cum and looking like a used two-dollar whore.

 “Right, I think that covers Sal for now. Let’s get him more comfortable and then it’s on to the main event!” Mason said.

 “You want me to clean my cum off his face?” toby asked.

 “No, let it dry there. The bitch will be smelling cum for a while before we come back for it,” Mason said, “Help me with this one. He’s heavy. I’ve got a few more things I want to do before he wakes up.”

 Sal watched, only able to whimper pathetically into the tight ball gag. He was spent. His hole was sore. His throat ravaged. His face covered in sticky cum, cooling and drying. He just wanted to wipe it off, but his hands tightly cuffed behind his back prevented that. All he could do was watch as the two boys started the next phase of their revenge…

 Bronson came to about an hour later. The lucky big ape got to be unconscious for his shaving and waxing, but that did not spare him for the grueling revenge that Mason had in store for him.

 He tried opening his eyes, but he only saw blackness. The air was stale, and he knew he was not only wearing some sort of hot rubber mask, but also gagged with an immense ballgag. Drool was pouring down his chin. His jaw ached from the wear of it. Bronson tried to pull on his arms, but it felt as if he was a spider caught in a web. He was suspended in the air, stretched out like an X. His body felt raw and tingly all over. How long had he been out?

 “Rise and shine sleepy head,” Mason said, pulling off Bronson’s mask, “You had quite a night, the sun is going to be coming up here in an hour. Don’t worry, your buddy Sal was able to keep us company.”

 Bronson was still blindfolded. He was breathing heavily. There didn’t seem to be any way out of the tight restraints. The kid knew did good work. From what he could tell, other than a collar locked around his neck, the ballgag, the blindfold, his boots, and, oh no, his dick was locked in a steel cockcage! Other than that, he was stark naked.

 “Mrrrffhhhppphh!” Bronson started gurgling through his gag trying to reason with Mason.

 It did feel nice to be free of that mask, whatever it was. But Bronson was sweating like a pig. The kid had him helpless. Sal was wherever. If the kid was to be believed he had him trussed up like a pig too.

 “MHHFFFPPP!!!” Bronson squealed into his gag, begging Mason to take it out.

 “Oh no, Bronson,” Mason said, revealing he knew his real name, “Not yet.  The *auction* is about to start.”

 “Mff?” Bronson’s head took a minute to make sense of it before he gathered all the strength he had and pulled on his bonds and pleaded into his gag.

 He was out. He was retired. The kid could have a mountain of cash. They could settle immediately. Just let him down and he’d happily work something out.

 Stinging slaps began to rain down upon his (newly waxed, unbeknownst to the delivery man still) ass from both sides. Was Sal helping him? He wailed into his gag while Mason and Toby reddened up their captive’s muscular ass for the upcoming show.

 “Now, SILENCE BITCH!” Mason ordered, “You’ve brought this upon yourself.”

 Mason was right. The delivery man had been way too tenacious when it came to hunting this kid down and selling off his friends into sexual slavery. Even if the gag was out could Bronson even convince him to just take a simple bribe. What leverage did he have? He suddenly remembered one thing he had forgotten to do, and it had him sweating bullets in his restraints.

 Mason started rattling off the information on Bronson’s passport, his fake passport, his driver’s license, his investments, everything that had been stored on his office computer that he had, to his greatest mistake, forgotten to wipe before he left to pick up Sal.

 “Everything in one neat little place. Ready to go. Ready to hit the road,“ Mason said, taunting him.

 “You’ve got a nice little getaway planned out in Fiji?” Mason asked, already knowing he was right, “I think you might want to call your neighbors there and let them know you might be a little delayed. Anyone I can reach out and contact for you, Bronson?”

 Bronson began to plead again from behind the ballgag, drool spilling out of his pathetic face. He had to convince to ungag him so he could explain, talk him down. Otherwise, he was liable to lose everything!

 “No, I don’t think there will be any reasoning with me, Mr. Delivery Man. No, Sir,” Mason said, placing his gloved hand on the top of the delivery man’s head. A tight muzzle/head harness held his blindfold and ballgag into place.

 “Now, let’s let you have a look at yourself before we get started,” Mason said.

 He started prying at the muzzle, loosening the clasps over the blind fold attachment.

 The dim light aided the transition, but Bronson still squinted and saw stars and blurs as he peered around the room. The area was now unfamiliar and alien to him in his combined drugged state and overall confusion. The world started to put itself together and come into view. He wasn’t far from where he was tranquilized. Mason had moved a bondage frame into the area and somehow lifted him into it. Impressive, Bronson was 240 lbs.

 He looked straight ahead of him. Mason had been “kind” enough to set the delivery man’s frame so that he was facing towards a full-length mirror and could witness the transformations that had happened to his body while he slept.

 Even with the muzzle strapped tightly around his head, Bronson could now see that he had been shaven bald. Furthermore, his bushy eyebrows were gone, completely. His well-manicured beard was gone. His chest hair was gone. His legs were shaved, His arms were shaved. His pits were shaved. He was completely smooth down to, my god, the kid even bleached his asshole.

 The delivery man flew into a rage and started thrashing about in the spiderweb of restraints Mason had fastened him in. Mason stood there; arms crossed. His cocky grin added further fuel to Bronson’s rage. He couldn’t believe this scrawny little twerp had gotten the best of him.

 “MMMFFF FFPHHHNNN MOOO!” Bronson wailed into his gag, sweat pouring from every part of his exhausted body.

 “Yes, I think it’s time to get going,” Mason said as he clicked a familiar looking remote.

 The collar locked around Bronson’s neck radiated a surge of electricity throughout his body and he convulsed in pain.

 “Better pay attention, Bronson. I don’t like having to repeat myself,” Mason warned.

 Bronson spouted a few more obscenities into his gag as Mason set to work getting him ready to move the stud and prepare him for what was to come.

 He loosened the straps to over his arms, one at a time. To Bronson’s disappointment, the long-term bondage had made them overly exhausted. He willed himself the best he could and tried to pull them up to defend himself, but the rest of his body was still tightly locked into the frame and Bronson and Toby were strong enough to easily work his beefy, yet tired arms behind his back and into some tight hinged steel cuffs. They barely gave him any freedom to move at all.

 Mason then padlocked a chain leash to the delivery man’s collar, he stared into the gagged man’s defeated eyes for a bit before spitting in his face and clicking the lock shut. Once the delivery man was fully free of the frame, Mason had already had him cuffed with his hands behind his back, still gagged, collared, cock caged, and he had locked a temporary leg spreader onto the man’s ankles for safe measure.

 Bronson’s eyes darted around frantically for any sight of escape. In the distance, he saw a naked man frantically pulling at his own restraints and quietly murmuring into what was undoubtedly a gag. He quickly realized that this beefy ass and back (all he could see) was most likely Sal, extinguishing any hope that he had somehow escaped and gotten aid.

 Mason attached some additional arm binders to further restrict his arms and hold them to his chest. Now that he was completely immobilized from the waist up again, Mason loosened his slave from the leg spreader and gave his lead a tug. Bronson was forced to follow along through what was once his own relaxing area. He gave out some slight whimpers as he spied a packet that he had put together containing all his travel documents, now in the full possession of Mason.

 Mason led Bronson over to where he still had Sal securely tied up to a work bench, cum now dried over his exhausted and degraded face. He made a short bit of eye contact with Bronson as he was lead over towards him, but immediately returned to looking at the floor. The fight was completely out of him.

 Bronson started to fight and pull at his bonds but Toby and Mason pushed him into a chair and used leather straps to tightly secure him into a sitting position. Bronson was now tied to a chair directly across Sal, facing him. Sal finally looked up and weakly murmured something unrecognizable into his gag, causing drool to spill out. Bronson looked down, causing drool to spill out of his own mouth.

 “Lotta fun toys around here, Bronson,” Mason teased, “Lots of fun toys to use on a bad little bitch who needs to learn to behave.”

 Mason’s tone turned sinister as he finished his sentence and slowly walked over towards Bronson carrying several materials that he had gotten from Bronson’s own sex dungeon.

 Bronson’s eyes widened in terror as Mason took out a sinister pair of footwear. Bronson had had them custom designed during a period he was feeling particularly sadistic. They appeared like over-the-top sandals, but the platforms the shoes were on were especially waited to be heavy, and raised so it made the sub very awkward walking on them. As a final method of torture, the bottom of the shoes where the sub’s feet go where coated in a type of rough spiny material Bronson used from a combination of adhesive, various pricker plants, and other a plastic (almost like a doctor shoals insert from hell). Mason stumbled upon them and quickly realized what they were after a quick inspection. Now, he was adjusting them to the size of the delivery man’s feet, and securely strapping them in.

 The shoes were just irritating and itchy at first, but when Mason unstrapped Bronson and forced him to again stand, the prickers and irritants did their work. He tried walking, but the extreme weight and the pain of each step caused him to whimper out into his gag uncontrollably. Mason didn’t take his prey far at first. He simply bent him over another work bench nearby to Sal, who was watching with a mixture of lust and terror.

 As Bronson was pushed over the work bench, he felt slight relief over his feet, although they were designed to keep burning even if the wearer wasn’t stepping on them, it was far more tolerable. Bronson pulled at his restraints in vain and muffled sobs into his gag while Mason retrieved the horse mask he had removed from him.

 He pushed the horse mask back over his face, obscuring his identiy.

 “Don’t want your bidders to know it’s you do we?” Mason smirked.

 Bronson started pulling at his bonds trying to get up. Mason had somehow secured him to the bench. He couldn’t possibly be thinking of auctioning him off anonymously. The buyers wouldn’t stand for that! He’d end up on the block too!

 Mason returned carrying a few more toys with him that Bronson could no longer see. He only had two tiny eyeholes to view through and Mason was playing that to his advantage. He fastened some nipple clamps, connected by a chain to Bronson’s nipples as the big lug hung over the side of the work bench. Next, he took a horse tail butt plug (with a rather large plug) and started shoving deep into Bronson’s hole.

 Bronson cried out into his gag from the pain of the nipple clamps and the pain from the anal invader. He had no idea what type of plug it even was yet, nor did he care at this point. Eventually, Mason stuffed it in, so the plug locked in place. Satisfied with his work, Mason hauled the delivery man back up into walking position, He attached a lead to the nipple clamps this time and slowly began to lead the delivery man out into the auction area.

 The only sensation the delivery man currently felt was pain. Pain in his feet with every step he took, pain in his cock for throbbing in it’s overly small tight cage. Pain in his nipples from the clamps seemingly ready to tear them off as the guy led Bronson forward. Hell, the delivery man’s jaw even ached in pain from the tight gag and muzzle. Now, obscured by a horse mask, Mason was leading him into a meeting with his former buyers to try and sell him off as property…