O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Straight and Bound: Curt 5–6 (nc mm bond oral rape)

by Eric Lane

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CHAPTER 5 CURT FALLS INTO THE TRAP

As Curt sat back, relieved not to be walking in the hot humid sun anymore, they stared at him –drinking in is physical beauty without seeming to do so and each inhaled his strong boyish sweat. They could barely wait until that nano second after they restrained him, to fully inspect every part of his sweaty body and to sniff out his sweaty musky scents that seemed to cover each part of it. To them it was like an abduction perfume that pushed their lust for the boy past the point of no return. Not that they needed that. He was a marked man as soon as they saw him.

And little did he know that from the point they were driving up to him, to first talking to him outside the passenger window and all the time he was in the van, he was being secretly videotaped. Crystal HD clear video fully miked to capture every sound for later use.

He also had no way of knowing that he had fallen into a trap, though not fully closed, with the odds increasingly stacked against him as every second went by. He did not know that that gas station attendant had sabotaged his car when he added special supplements to his radiator coolant, oil and gas that would guarantee the vehicle breaking down within 10 miles of the station down the highway.

Curt didn’t know his every move both outside the station and inside the restroom was fully video taped and streamed to the guys in the van and the others at the ranch facility. They saw everything including his flaccid dick pissing and the brief moment of Curt stroking it and then sniffing his fingers. They thought it was so incredibly sexy and erotic. The suggested shortcut route was also part of the plan and as soon as Curt took it as they knew he most likely would the gas station attendant, as part of his real job, quickly called the guys in the van to look and pick up their new prey.

Meanwhile, once Curt jumped into the van and they took off, the gas station attendant, with a helper, located his broken down Toyota and towed it quickly back to the old gas station. The car was pushed into the large barnlike structure behind the gas station that served as a garage that they used to completely tear down and disassemble the vehicles of the boys they abducted. The disassembled pieces of the car was crushed together inside the giant garage into a cube and then later hauled away to the ranch, to be buried deep in a large pit. Not a trace would remain or any trace that it broke down at the spot it was taken. For his reward the attendant –as he always did would receive $5,000 and later, have the opportunity to have two hours to do anything he wanted with Curt. But that was later.

Curt of course knew none of that and would have been truly horrified if he did.

The guys in the van continued to act in a way to totally disarm Curt though some of their actions aroused some unspoken curious thoughts in the boy.

After seeing Curt shirtless and sweating from the intense humid heat outside, they offered him an unopened can of beer. Curt saw that they were all drinking beer from cans and briefly thought it was weird that religious guys like these were drinking like this they definitely weren’t Mormons he thought.

But that thought vanished quickly as he got comfortable seating in the air conditioned van, his aching muscles relaxing finally after walking so long. He was thirsty and reached for the can of beer, discreetly noting that the ice cold container was new and unopened. He eagerly opened the can, without further hesitation, and gulped it down in two swallows and forgetting for a second where he was he gave a loud frat boy burp. He suddenly remembered who he was with. His handsome face growing red with embarrassment, Curt apologized for the gulping of his beer and the loud burp to his new found friends explaining he was so thirsty after walking in the heat. They all laughed and told him not to worry they understood, one or two of them briefly touching him on his bare sweaty shoulder and knee in a friendly way. They offered him another beer, which he eagerly accepted, again discreetly checking to see it was unopened and drank it though a little slower than the first.

What Curt didn’t know was that each can in the special cooler (for their prey only they drank from cans coming already out), had a pinhole where a liquid form of roofies was put into the drink via a syringe. Not enough to totally knock him out but to immobilize him completely. When he finished the beer, the boy clearly was buzzed more so than he would be from just drinking one beer.

Curt drank up the second and put the empty can down. He burped quietly covering his mouth this time, smiling lazily, wanting to actually nap. He didn’t realize how tired he was from the walking and the heat and the previous 1-1/2 hour of driving he did before his car broke down.

The guys in the van started asking Curt several standard questions of who he was and what he did and where he was going. Nothing at this point that would arouse any concern or suspicion on the part of Curt.

Though getting tired and feeling more and more buzzed from the beers, Curt talked a bit about his background, saying he played baseball and wrestled and modestly said he was pretty good at both. He closed his eyes for a second, rubbing them wit his hands and then running his right hand through his hair as if to help him feel more alert. He opened his eyes and smiled back at the guys sitting next to him and across from him.

“Yeah, well, you got the build still for it.” Daniel said to him as nonchalant and casual as possible to make it sound that he and the others were not sexually attracted to his body.

But he said it and Curt took it as a form of obvious admiration. He was after all wearing only a t-shirt that was damp with his body sweat so that anyone could see almost through the tight fabric that clung to his torso and arms. He clearly had a nice muscled athletic body. He was proud of his body and looks and part of his arrogance was that he expected those compliments.

“Hey man, thanks. Yeah…well…I try to keep in shape still,” Curt said blushing a little, smiling with a hint of conceit and pride.

They knew from previous experience in abducting their many victims that they had to be careful about talking about a guy’s build or looks that could arouse suspicion or put their guard up. The drug still had a few minutes more to take effect and until then, he could still fight back and maybe get lucky and somehow successfully resist them.

Curt didn’t realize that he had just minutes before his freedom would be gone.

The guys in the van all liked toying with their prey saying things that would hint on their true intent and seeing how slow it would take for their prey to catch on. They never did until it was too late. But it was still - for the guys - part of the thrill of stalking and final abduction.

They were close to that point very close.

Bobby, suddenly moved from one side of the van to sit to the right side of Curt . At 6 feet 5 inches he was taller than Curt but a much smaller build that, with the baggy hoodie and jeans looked more bones than any muscle. The baggy clothes actually hid a muscular frame that could strength-wise be a match to Curt’s.

Curt only saw a very tall skinny guy who had the personality that seemed like the obnoxious nerdy types from high school and college that he had no desire or reason to have any contact with. Now he was forced to. And now Bobby’s thigh and legs touched Curt, in what looked like an innocent move though Curt immediately shifted his butt and body over to immediately break the contact as if his body was touched by an exposed live electric wire.

Curt wasn’t sure and his mind was getting foggy from being tired and the heat he assumed but he thought he caught Bobby staring at his crotch very intently with that sort of glint in a person’s eyes that usually meant intense interest.

Though the alcohol was creating a growing warm buzz that started to make him a little dizzy and tired, Curt quickly moved his own hands so it rested covering his crotch. though he tried to act as if it was just a natural shifting of his body.
Curt, even with his mind in a haze he didn’t like other guys especially nerdy ones sitting so close and staring at his junk, even if he was wearing underwear and jeans. He remembered for a brief second that guy upstairs where he lived for the past year, who took all those nasty pictures and videos of him and stared at him just like how Bobby was doing now.

“Girls must be at your fuckin door all the time” Bobby said in a worshipful manner, leaning toward Curt and putting his hand on his right bicep, squeezing it lightly a couple of times, marveling at its size and feel.

The touching though done at first in a seemingly “guy type” locker-room way of comparing muscles made Curt feel instantly uncomfortable. Bobby’s fingers seemed to stay on his muscle and arm several seconds longer than what Curt thought would be normal for another male to just to compare, feeling invasive and it made him feel creepy. The other guys in the van didn’t try to touch him or stare at him like Bobby as far as he could tell (though they did when he wasn’t looking). Curt, in a quick reflex move, pulled his arm away to abruptly break off the touching. He hoped Bobby or the others wouldn’t notice how fast he pulled his arm away.

“Uh…thanks. Yeah, well…what can I say?” Curt said in a forced joking way, feeling more buzzed and tired and feeling slightly uncomfortable with Bobby sitting just inches away. He closed his eyes for a second, another strong warm buzz feeling overtaking him, and then, eyes still closed, smiled knowingly putting out his hand with a thumbs up chuckling.

To his relief, Bobby didn’t try to touch him again and Curt wrote the whole thing off to just envy, given how slight Bobby’s build though he had to be several inches taller than me Curt thought.

Curt shut out for a second Bobby’s creepy like stares and more invasive type personal questions (like how many girls did he sleep with, how many at one time) trying to cut off further questions with a reply “oh man…many….if the price was right,” with his bottom lip curled Clinton-like trying to act like he was joking. He closed his eyes again, turning his head from Bobby trying to signal an end to the conversation. He was getting more annoyed with Bobby invading his personal space physically and with his non-stop intimate questions.

He had no choice, he thought, but to humor this guy and his “new friends” until they got to the next town. He decided definitely that he would find other means of help when they got there and would get away fast from these guys, especially Bobby. Still, Curt didn’t fear any of the guys in the van he was just annoyed and creeped out by Bobby and to a lesser extent by the others

Curt closed his long lashed eyes again briefly to block out the fawning looks of Bobby. Bobby, inhaled the heavy pungent scent of Curt’s body his manly sweat and other odors that intoxicated him and the others with growing lust. This boy was too fuckin beautiful, sexy, and arrogant they all thought. Yeah, they would soon correct that attitude.

But for now Bobby, who was really infatuated with Curt’s body and personality beyond his job to abduct good-looking straight boys, was also playing the role that he always was designated to do: provoke and tease their prey just a little bit to make him feel slightly creeped out and uncomfortable while the others acted “normal”.

“You know, after being out there so long in the heat, do you want to change into some other pants you have? You can change in the back there (pointing to the back of the van, where the doors were locked and had no windows). You’d feel better,” Bobby said to Curt that sounded borderline creepy but didn’t quite cross that line. His jeans were damp with his sweat and he did feel uncomfortable.

But to Curt it was just a little weird for another guy to be worried about that. He had to be a faggot Curt thought or maybe he and the others just talked creepy like that because of their religious shit or something. But no way he was going to change in front of these guys. He could only imagine how Bobby would just stare at that happening and then for a second, the memory of that neighbor below him stalking him and taking pictures and videos of him shirtless and naked flashed in Curt’s mind. No way he was taking his jeans off in front of these weird guys, even if he left his underwear on, which he was sure Bobby would suggest he also change. Fuck that, I need to get away from these losers as soon as we hit town Curt thought.

“Uh…thanks. Naw…I’m okay. Really. I’ll change when I get to town..” Curt said, wishing Bobby would get away from him.
Bobby stopped talking for a second, asking Daniel a question about some religious outing (which Curt didn’t know was a charade for his benefit). Curt, his mind getting more fogged by the alcohol, eyes again closed, was just thankful for the brief respite in Bobby’s questions.

Bobby’s intimate questions though did trigger in Curt thought s about all those hot girls flocking to him all the time, especially when he lived in that apartment complex for the past year. Even several older women, several of whom were married. Hey, he fucked a few of them too when the mood struck. There were an endless number of sex texts, voice mails, emails, cell phone pics and videos from girls who wanted to be with him or service him in some way.

He remembered how he often took them up on it a quick blow job or fuck, though the blow jobs were never totally satisfactory and would never get him off. It was always something to have done to him before fucking a girl. But he was always in control determining like the Stud God he felt he was what they would do to him sexually and how long the sex would last.

Curt always felt so horny and thought he was so desirable to so many available good looking chicks that he knew he could set and enforce those rules. If he wanted to get to the fucking, then that was what happened. If he got off first, then it ended. His dick was always too sensitive to continue being touched, so he always stopped, hugged the girl or woman and then got up to put his underwear back on to signal they were done. And that was it except one time when he had sex with two girls at once and they held him down for just a few seconds to stroke his cock after he came. That drove him crazy and he pushed them off quickly getting mad at both of them.

He mentioned , of course, none of that to the guys in the van.

The guys all now just stared at this Adonis sitting right before them leaning against the side of the rocking van as it raced down the road, falling under his masculine spell and at the same time also resenting his arrogance and cockiness and looks. Qualities they felt they didn’t have. They knew they would, as they had done before with their other victims , soon correct that imbalance with this boy. They figured this was a cocky straight boy who never was in a position where he had no control of his body. That would change. Forever. And very soon.

 

CHAPTER 6 CURT ABDUCTED

Getting more blurry in his mind from the drugged beers, Curt closed his eyes again, each time for a few seconds longer. His eyelids felt heavy and when he closed them he thought none of the other guys in the van would notice. But like nodding off in a class room that catches the stern attention of the teacher, Curt’s losing efforts to keep his eyes open and the slight bowing of his head did catch the attention of his new found “friends”. They after all knew what was happening and loved seeing Curt fight off the drug, his head bowing and then bopping back up in a jerk, eyes widened to keep them open, and then fighting off the intense urge to close them and sleep.

He totally ignored Bobby now, not even bothering to answer his questions anymore. His words were just a buzz now an irritating buzz like a fly circling and touching parts of his face, to be swatted away. He wished he could swat Bobby away.

The others weren’t talking at all at least as far as Curt could tell. While the drug still hadn’t taken total effect yet that would happen in less than a minute - it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He yawned, stretching his muscled arms and then put his arms up behind his head, trying to stifle yet another yawn. Some of his brownish wiry hairs peeked out from both sides of Curt’s t-shirt arm openings that was still very damp from his sweat. The guys stared at Curt’s t-shirt covered torso the muscled pecs bulging out they could see his quarter sized dark nipples through the damp fabric that stretched over his body. With Curt’s eyes closed still, their eyes now all focused intently at his crotch covered jeans, noting the substantial rounded bulge and what looked like the outline of a mouth-watering huge tube shape that curled toward his thigh that they knew had to be his cock. They remembered the video feed of his using the urinal in that old gas station restroom. They got glimpse of his 7 inch flaccid dick and his brief stroking of it. Oh how they lusted for him now.

Every time Curt shifted while sitting they stared at the large bulge between his muscled thighs something they could easily do as Curt’s eyes closed more and more. They could almost inhale the musky heavy scent that they knew had to be trapped in the tight crotch of his jeans and underwear.

Bobby was still sitting on the van floor next to Curt, while Daniel casually moved over and sat on his other side. Facing him were the two others. Daniel and Eric were both the same height or so as Curt and Daniel outweighed him easily. The other two guys facing him were just a few inches shorter but had enough muscle so that all five could easily overpower a drugged Curt.

The guys now were all talking to him, especially Bobby and all sounded like a continuous annoying buzz to Curt, though he was too polite, given that they were giving him a ride, to tell them to shut the hell up. He wanted to, but he reminded himself that they were just being friendly or so he thought.

He would smile and nod, though not sure what the conversation or question was. He closed his eyes again and then again his long lashes making him look even more sexy for a brief moment. After a few moments the intervals getting longer and longer, he would open them and look at his “friends”, smiling. He tried to widen his eyes, as if that would shake off the desire to sleep and then closed his eyes again.

They all stared at the boy when he eyes were closed, hungrily drinking in his muscled body and beautiful face. They still couldn’t believe their luck in finding him on the road.

The van wall Curt was leaning against had two chains, with leather wrist cuffs on both, covered by a curtain like cloth so it couldn’t be seen. On the other side, also unknown to Curt, on the floor of the van were two other chains with ankle cuffs, also hidden by blankets and a rug. Each of the boys would take one of the chains and cuffs and knew it was their job to attach and restrain a leg or arm of this handsome boy.

After they chained and gagged him, they would leave his clothes on until they got to the ranch - even though their own lust was so overwhelming that it took enormous self control to not strip him naked and rape his body right then and there.
More important, many potential buyers demanded seeing the merchandise still in its original wrapping. This they did, after abducting their straight boy prey and hauling them to their huge ranch holding facility and displaying their struggling still clothed tied up bodies on live video stream to those potential buyers.

But for them now, it was first completing the task of overpowering Curt as they did to so many other boys before him and then restrain him and get him delivered to the ranch holding facility.

Though the drug was making Curt drowsy and dizzy, he was now totally creeped out by Bobby and some of the others who reminded him of characters on the “Big Bang Theory”. Even then though, he still didn’t suspect any threats he had to worry about. He opened his eyes and stared back at Bobby and the others who now stopped talking and simply stared back at him.

Though his mind now was nearly totally blanked out by the drug, Curt wondered about that the staring. Why were they grinning and just staring at him. But he was getting too tired now to think about it. His arms and legs and body now felt numb. He never felt so exhausted. He leaned further back against the van wall, feeling very sleepy and closed his eyes and muttered “man, I am fuckin tired…”

Watching Curt’s long lashed eyes close, this time as if he was now fully passed out or sleeping, his body clearly taken over by the drug in the beer, the guys in the van, like a pack of hungry hyenas ready to take down a wounded lion. Though their prey was clearly drugged and now unable to fully resist anything they did, the guys in the van with years of experience abducting so many boys before, moved with startling precision and speed.
In a split quick second Daniel grabbed Curt’s left wrist and quickly attached the cuff, tightened the straps. Bobby, his eyes glazed with pure lust did the same on Curt’s right arm, and both yanked on the chained raising the boy’s arms up tight before his eyes flew open in shock and bewilderment.

“Hey..Hey!!!! What the fuck????? What….what are you doing man???…What???” Curt, said loudly, suddenly waking, his eyes trying to focus, but clearly confused, and in a seriously weakened state by the drug.

Curt in his drug weakened and confused state still tried to resist and escape though his attempts were feeble and he never had a chance against the five guys gleefully attacking him now.

As a natural defensive reflex he tried pulling his arms away and tried to stand, but both Daniel and Bobby pushed him back, placing their hands hard against his abs, touching his body for there for the first time (other than Bobby feeling up Curt’s bicep earlier).

But Curt’s reflexes were slow and off the mark, with his strength gone, like a man half asleep, thanks to the drug. He never had a chance, though Curt’s mind was now fully conscious and realizing he was being assaulted. He didn’t know why they were doing this but his mind was trying to react and fight back. Only his athletic muscled body was not responding like the fighter he was but like a giant swordfish hooked and reeled on board thrashing and flopping helplessly. Caught and doomed.

Touching and pressing down on his sweaty muscled stomach they both realized what a prize piece of beef they had now. Their hands held him down and pressed his abs that felt like firm slabs of marbled rock. It was one thing seeing it another for them to now be touching it. Pressing down hard on it feeling the muscles grow taut and hard struggling against them.

In an almost frenzied action, before he could utter another protest, Jesse took Curt’s left foot and attached the leather ankle cuff, while Aaron did the same to his right, and then both yanked the chain so it spread the boy’s muscled legs apart as far as it would go.

“HEY!!!! FUCK!!!!!! STOP!!! NOWW! WHAT THWE FUCK????” Curt was yelling now, struggling hard, and trying to break from his restraints. He was struggling like a wild animal but his body was spread eagle in a sitting position arms and legs spread out and a chain that held his waist tightly against the van wall.

He continued to struggle, though with his adrenaline spiking he was confused why his body didn’t respond in fighting back the way it should have. What happened to him?

“Fuckin drugged me man…fuck…let me go…what kind of religious group does this shit??? This is so fuckin wrong man! Let me go. Let me go!!!! NOW!!!” he yelled at them, pulling hard as ever at the chains holding him and trying to buckle this way and that to force the arms and hands off of him.

They put a blindfold on him, and after a minute loving his protests, shoved one of their previous victim’s old used dirty underwear into his mouth that they brought with them just for the occasion, taping it tightly with duct tape, while he tried to spit it out, enraged. They often brought the dirty socks or underwear of their previous victim to gag their new prey with it, as if it continued the link of boy at their mercy.

“It’s the dirty underwear of a real handsome dude we picked up last week. Almost as good-looking as you. How’s he taste Curt?” Daniel whispered, as he had bunched the underwear’s dirty pouch the part that cradled one’s dick and balls, taping it up just under his nose.

There was no way Curt could avoid smelling or tasting the strong pungent odors and stains of that guy who wore it. It really didn’t gag him he could still yell out though not as easily or clearly. The taste of the gag was repulsive to Curt, with his salvia reawakening the pungent smells and taste of those underwear stains.

The white Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs had a strong yellowish tint in some areas of the pouch and a slight skid mark in the crotch area in addition to other stains in the pouch from sweat, from precum and even cum drippings. That dirty underwear was forcibly stripped off from a very handsome straight college athlete they abducted from a bar a week before, who fought back furiously. That college boy’s musky crotch odors were very pungent he was on the road travelling the previous two days and didn’t have the opportunity to change or shower.

His captors loved the smell as much as they lusted after that college boy’s body. Unfortunately for the college boy, several of his potential buyers watching live via video stream wanted to see him flogged, pin wheeled (neural stimulator) and tickle tortured first for first two hours in his underwear, blindfolded but ungagged, suffering greatly, before it was taken off. After a solid week of being edged, milked and raped, before being bought by some rich businessman from South America. The college boy apparently reminded that businessman of a straight boy when he went to college in the US and who kicked his ass for making an overture to suck his dick one night after a party.

The businessman was always able to buy college boys now who resembled that long ago boy. This one would suffer endless edging, milking and sucking off his cock, and also endless raping of his virgin straight ass by him and numerous friends and guests at parties he would have in the coming year. The guys in the van wondered about that very handsome college boy and what was happening to him just this moment. But only for a second. Their thoughts were focused on the incredibly handsome straight boy restrained and at their mercy in the van with the college boy’s dirty briefs gagging him.

For them, it was an incredible erotic and sexy sight forcing Curt to inhale and taste the dirty underwear of that college boy they kidnapped last week.
For a straight boy, especially one like Curt, the very thought of looking at, never mind being forced to touch and smell another guy’s dirty underwear, was totally disgusting and dirty. He could taste and smell the old piss other crotch stains from the college boy’s dirty boxer briefs. He was repulsed and had to hold back his instinct to vomit.

Added to that was he simply could not believe what was happening and had no idea what these guys wanted. He had no money - that was obvious by his hitchhiking.
After seeing this handsome straight boy spread-eagled and helpless, Bobby couldn’t resist feeling the boy’s biceps this time in a slow worshipful way that he wanted to do. While Curt stared down in disbelief, humiliated by what these guys were doing to him, Bobby put his nose at the pit of his left arm, the t-shirt still damp from the heat with little armpit hairs still poking out. Bobby sucked on a few strands as Curt cursed him and struggled and then abruptly yanked them out causing Curt to yell furiously through his now soaked dirty underwear gag.

Bobby next stared directly into Curt’s face, smiling and began sniffing his way down from his neck down slowing between his two muscled heaving pecs covered by his tight white t-shirt, inhaling his sweaty odor, down to this flat hard stomach and then putting his face into the boy’s jeans crotch to inhale the pungent, aromatic and musky odors there.

“God he smells great” and then grabbed his bulge, exclaiming “he’s big”

Curt struggled and tried to yell through his gag mmmuuuuthfuuugahdsofmmmmhhhhh!!!!” at his abductors.

Aaron joined the fun and like the others, ignored him his protests. They all loved his resistance and struggling and then lifted up part way his t-shirt to expose his flat tanned stomach rippling with muscles and his navel that was haloed lightly by hairs that trailed down to his still hidden pubes. Aaron wet his finger in his mouth and then drilled it into Curt’s bellybutton, swirling it around, tickling it.

Curt thrashed violently like a wild colt at being touched to no avail. The t-shirt fell back in place, covering up their prize. For now.

“Beautiful abs! Sexy innie belly button for us to tongue! Treasure Trail! Hmmmmm….Whata package!” Aaron exclaimed, fingering lightly the boy’s muscled abs and again sticking his finger into his belly button and tickling his sides a little not too much.

Curt reacted violently to being touched by a guy like that. Both of his muscled arms yanking hard at the chains, each of his legs trying to kick and break the chains that spread him out. Now he knew it was his own body they were after.
He was outraged and still confused. How did this happen? A guy abducted and pawed over like some helpless girl by a group of guys? The faggot nerdy guys in control?

This isn’t something that ever happened before or a danger that anyone warned him about growing up like one would a girl. Yes, be careful of strange adults or even priests or coaches that touched you too much but to be abducted, kidnapped and tied up by a group of faggots who wanted your body? And then he thought about that pervert faggot Noah who lived upstairs in that apartment. Fuck! He took video and pictures of him naked and other pictures of him shirtless. What the fuck is it????

He yelled, though muffled “FFFFFFNAGAAAAYFFFFFNHHDME!!!” , something that sounded to the others like “FUCK NO!” and “GETYOURFUCKIN HANDSOFF ME”
His body reacted violently again, yanking even harder now at the chains that restrained his arms and legs like a doomed fly caught in a spider’s web.

After a few minutes his struggling tapered off, sweating from the pointless struggle realizing he was helpless. He could take these guys but his body didn’t react the way it should have and then he realized that the beers were even with the sealed cans somehow drugged.

Filled with lust for Curt, they just stared back at him smiling ignoring him, loving how he still wanted to act like he was in control as if he could give them orders to do anything. They ignored him while he struggled and continued their exploration of his body using their hands and noses inhaling all of his straight boy sweaty musky odors. In out-rage, fear and disgust, Curt suddenly bolted up his body as far as he could go, and with a burst of energy yanked one leg than the other and then both arms.

It was futile. They knew it from the time they spotted him on the road. Curt just didn’t know it yet. It took time and painful intense prolonged abuse for a straight handsome boy like Curt, who was used to being in control, used to always feeling entitled and arrogant, to suddenly being rudely forced to comprehend that he was none of those things now. Even longer to realize he never would again.

Now the other guys also began feeling the boy up, touching the defined mounds of his pecs, and hard flat stomach. He moaned once or twice in rage, desperately trying to shake them off, moving his body this way or that. But the restraints spreading his legs out and his arms up tightly didn’t allow much lee-way for him. His muscled body was totally exposed to them.

Ever so often a finger or fingers would touch him in such a way deliberately it seemed so it sent a ticklish sensation that caused him to shriek through his gag and his body to jerk involuntarily. He was worried about that worried that these sick fucks would abuse him like raping his ass but also now if they thought about tickling the shit out of him.

The thought terrified him but his mind was overwhelmed by conflicting thoughts of outrage, resistance, terror, and confusion while trying to figure out what was happening and why. And how he could escape it. But his mind was a jumble of those thoughts.

His captors loved doing this but were careful not to over do it, wanting to get Curt fully acquainted with his new life at the ranch dungeon with the multiple video cameras, live video stream, and a vast array of posts, tables, beds, chairs and equipment and tools to use on him. They wanted him to rest briefly before his ordeal really began so that his defiance and struggling would still be at its peak for the video cameras and the live video streaming audience of prospective buyers. The video cam in the van did record everything including the scene when they leaped at him and restrained him. That was a hot scene that prospective buyers would want to see later for sure, including his yelling, struggling of the boy as he was being fondled and touched by his captors. But the van’s cramped quarters made it hard to fully see everything and lighting was always a problem. So they always waited until they got to their ranch dungeon facility.

After 20 minutes of the initial touching including the slight tickling that terrified Curt, they remained content for the moment to simply stare at their beautiful new captive, who shifted uneasily back and forth, covered in a new layer of aromatic male sweat, ever so often pulling on the chains. His head his hair damp from his sweat - was slightly bowed from the exhaustion of the struggle and the still lingering strong effect of the drug. He passed out, though when he came to, the van was still speeding down the road. No one was touching him, but he was still tightly restrained, blindfolded, gagged and could sense the guys in the van around him. Curt had no idea how much time had passed or where they were or where they were headed.

A few moments after Curt came to, one of the guys pulled out the boy’s wallet in Curt’s right back jeans pocket, and that caused Curt to struggle again and yell a muffled protest.
They excitedly went through it as if it was a long lost treasure giving tid bits of precious information about this handsome boy. He was the perfect age for them: 22 years old.

“Well Curt, we are going to have a lot of fun together!!!” Aaron said, groping the boy’s bulge again, as he yelled.

“MMMMMMNAAAAAAAFUUUU” Curt’s muffled enraged response.

Daniel and Eric poked their fingers into the damp t-shirted armpits of Curt, causing him to gasp and buckle his entire body with a muffled hysterical laughter, his hands tightening into fists. They sniffed their fingers, inhaling the boy’s pungent armpit sweat odor that was mixed with a fading deodorant he must have put on earlier in the morning. The mixture was all straight boy and they loved it.

“NNNNNNNAANANANANNANA” Curt yelled, in rage trying desperately to hide the sheer panic and terror he felt of being tickled. He hoped they didn’t see or hear him react to that.

Suddenly Curt could feel the van lurch to a stop. Curt’s had to fight off the growing anxiety and terror of what was to come and the butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He had no idea where he was or what would happen next. All he knew for the moment was that something very bad was going to happen to him.

His tormentors stared at the him knowing they were moments away now from unwrapping and abusing their prize. Bobby who especially lusted after Curt, licked his lips constantly, staring at the straight boy’s bulging mound, knowing they would soon stripping him to finally expose what had to be a tasty hot piece of fuck meat. Bobby knew he would have the first taste of that throbbing fuck rod and knew he would have as much time as he wanted to edge and cock polish the shit out this arrogant cocky straight boy. He knew he could drive the boy to insanity by his edging and cock polishing skills knowing he almost certainly never experienced either in his straight boy sex life.

Curt, blindfolded and gagged couldn’t tell what his tormentors were doing now but knew they had arrived to wherever it was they were taking him to. He closed his eyes and summoned all the will-power he had in him to stop the sensation of utter panic and fear that in turn made his stomach sick with the distinct warning signs that he was going to vomit. He could taste the bile in his mouth.

He flexed and his body grew taut. He shook his head and fisted his hands. He fought off the nauseous feeling and suppressed for the moment the feeling of sheer panic and terror.

He could feel the van slow and then stop.

Fuck them he thought. I’ll get out and I’m going to fuck them over when I do he vowed.

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