AN UNFORTUNATE BOY

BY ABUSEDASBOY11

The story you are about to read is entirely fictitious. No real
person, place or situation is portrayed. This is just a writing
exercise.

I cruised down the road at a sedate pace while recalling the
succession of events that led to this nighttime ride. Earlier
this afternoon, Lydia had given me a frantic call. I knew she was
frantic by the speed of her voice. I had to ask her twice to slow
down. Eventually I was able to catch that she had a meeting at
her corporate headquarters tomorrow and that it had shifted to
8AM in the morning from 1PM, meaning she had to leave tonight by
plan to make it to New York in time for the meeting. If she took
any of the early morning flights, she would miss an 8AM for sure.
She was manically calling around for a Babysitter and couldn't
find one, so she begged me to fill in for her.

I remembered only smiling as she basically begged. Little did she
know that I didn't need much encouragement to spend time with her
boys. I quickly agreed and told her I would be over by 7PM.

Lydia was a 37 yr old divorcee who had just recently moved into
the area. Her ex-husband had abandoned the boys and skipped out
on support when he took a new job overseas. She had two beautiful
boys, Eric and Alex. Eric was 12 and, according to Lydia, a fair
terror. He had not handled his father's abandonment well and had
even attempted to run away once in an attempt to find him. He had
been gone 2 days before he was discovered at a bus station 3
states away. Since then, Lydia always kept a close eye on him and
that was why she truly needed a babysitter. Alex was 10 years old
and a straight cherub. Both boys had dark hair verging on black
but just short of it and brown eyes with soft complexions. They
were literally 2 of the most stunning boys I had ever seen.
Neither of their bodies had a single flaw.

I had plans for tonight. That thought kept tumbling excitedly
through my mind as I rode up to Lydia's house. Her mini-van was
in the driveway, doors already open and engine running. I could
see her bags were already packed. Before I even turned my engine
off, I saw her coming out the house.

"Peter, you're a life saver. Thank you. Thank you," Lydia said as
she impatiently helped me by holding my door open.

I chuckled, "I take it your on a tight schedule?"

She only nodded and jumped into her updates, "The boys have
already eaten, and they are excited that you are watching them
and not their usual babysitter. I guess Mrs. Felton can be a
little boring being the 70 years she is, heh."

I laughed. "I suppose so. Do not worry bout us, we'll have fun
and everything will be alright." I could see Alex standing at the
window watching us talk. Eric was nowhere to be seen.

"Well, I have to go." With that, she quickly jumped in her van
and began to buckle up. "I'll be back late tomorrow evening.
Thank you again."

"No problem. I like hanging out with the boys. You go do what you
need to do." I smiled warmly, anxious for her to leave.

And leave she did. I stood there watching her van back out and
head up the street. I turned around and grabbed my 'overnight'
bag from my car and headed into the house, waving to Alex as I
approached, warmed by his welcoming smile.

I closed the front door behind me and locked it up tight for the
night.

"Hiya Peter. What are we going to do tonight?"

I laughed again as Alex's words slurred together in his
excitement to speak them. I saw Eric begin to descend the steps.
He even had a smile at my appearance. Like I said, I got along
well with the boys. Our last outing had been to see Harry Potter
and the Goblet of Fire. Both were avid fans.

"Well, I got a few plans. I brought a few movies with me I think
you'd like." At this, Eric hustled down the stairs and went into
the living room with its highly British design sense. A great
fireplace dominated the room and a healthy fire was burning away.

Both boys were wearing shorts and obviously excited to have a
break in their every day routine. I pulled 'Clue' out of my bag
and tossed it to Eric. "Put that in the DVD player, will you?"

He nodded and crossed the room to do so, while Alex plopped down
onto the dark leather love seat. I claimed my spot on the couch
by placing my bag down and left enough room for Eric to fit in
when he decided to settle down. The Love seat and sofa were
positioned in an L. Completing a square were the entertainment
system to the right and the fireplace straight forward, its
ethereal light muted by the overhead lights.

Within minutes, we three were huddled in our respective spots and
watching the movie. We talked about school and what they had done
since the last time I was over and what they expected to get for
Christmas, only 2 weeks away. It was an extremely relaxing time.

After about an hour, I asked, "Would anyone like some hot
chocolate?"

Both boys quickly yammered their desire for some and I popped up
and over the couch and headed to the Kitchen. "I'll be right
back, how about you guys go up and get changed into your bed
clothes. Maybe I'll even let you fall asleep down here watching
movies." I said the last right before heading into the Kitchen
knowing it was something their mother would never let them do. I
was rewarded by the sounds of them both running upstairs to do as
they were told.

I quickly micro-waved some water to a boil and ripped open the
hot chocolate packets, the ones with the little marshmallows.
With a quick look to the Kitchen entrance, I reached up to my
breast pocket and pulled out 4 small capsules. I pulled one apart
and then another and dropped the contents into Alex's cup. Then I
repeated the same actions for Eric's cup. This was a heavy
sleeping pill. One would knock me out for 6 hours. I knew exactly
what two would do to those 2 young boys. This wasn't my 1st time,
though it was with these boys. I quickly mixed the white power
into their drinks and picked up the cups and headed out to the
living room where both boys were sitting, expectantly awaiting
their hot chocolate.

Alex was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs that were olive
green with a blue waist-band. They had obviously once been his
brother's given their size. He seemed to swim in them, his short
legs stretching out from them as he sprawled on the love seat
propped up on his pillow. Eric was wearing a white T-shirt and
his own boxers with the Tasmanian devil whirling about on them. I
had seen both boys often in this attire before they went to bed.
I knew they didn't even have briefs as their mother never bought
them. Tonight was different though because there mother wasn't in
the house and wouldn't be all night long.

I handed each boy their drink and found my place on the sofa
again and watched as each sipped at their drink. As the movie
ended, I stood and popped in another, "The Emperor's New Groove".
Both boys found this movie hilarious. I didn't mind watching it
as I knew I wouldn't have to for more then 30 minutes before the
drug took effect. I walked around the room, turning off the
lights so the boys could settle down. Alex was gulping down the
last of his drink and I smiled at him as I turned off the living
room light. The firelight leapt out and cast its soft orange glow
over the room. Even I felt a little drowsy at that.

And in fact, it only took 20 minutes before both boys were
asleep, sprawled out and snoring lightly. I shucked Eric's legs
off my lap softly and stood up, walking over to Alex. I lifted
his arm up and let it drop. Like a stone it fell. I smiled and
with only a minor hint of concern, placed my hand on his bare
chest, feeling his rhythmic heartbeat. It was sound and steady as
the soft glow of the fire reflected over his skin.

I looked over at Eric. His head had lolled to the side and his
mouth hung slightly open. He was long gone too and I knew I could
do what I wanted. I reached down and placed my hand on Alex's
little penis and balls, fondling him through the thin material of
his boxers. I watched for any sign of movement. Nothing, so I
reached down and slipped my fingers under the waistband of his
boxers and began to slowly pull them down, being careful not to
jostle him too much.

My own penis was standing at full salute in my own pants by this
time. I un- buckled my belt to release the pressure as I looked
down on Alex's naked form. His ten year old body was amazing. I
reached a shaking hand down and placed it on his stomach, feeling
the smooth skin. Nothing had ever felt so soft to me as I rubbed
my hand up and down his chest. My other hand reached out and
began to fondle him some more. I jiggled his little balls and
flipped his one inch penis back and forth as it started to grow
to its erect 2 inches.

I was about to burst myself and so I stood and took off my own
pants, and slipped my underwear off to allow my own 7 in hard-on
have some freedom.

I was in heaven as I kneeled down next to Alex and leaned forward
taking his stimulated penis into my mouth and massaging it with
my tongue, one eye kept on his face to make sure he stayed
unawares. I reached up with a hand and fondled his balls as I
gave his sleeping form a blow-job. I released his balls and let
my hand wander down between his legs until a probing finger found
his anus. I was about to push against it when I nearly bit off
Alex's penis in surprise as a voice shouted out behind me.

"What are you DOING!?" Eric screamed, "Stop that! Leave Alex
alone."

I quickly pulled off Alex and looked at Eric, my mind fumbling.
He was sitting up on the edge of the sofa. I was standing next to
his naked brother, naked from the waist down, and I had just been
sucking his penis and he had seen it all. I was a little shocked
but not too shocked to react when he leapt off the couch and
shouted, "I'm telling my mom," and he began to run out of the
living room. Where he was going, I don't know but I reacted.

I leapt forward and grabbed his arm as he crossed behind the
couch on the way out of the room. I yanked hard and he slammed
into the back side of the couch with a yelp and flipped over it
to land on the cushions. I clamped a hand over his mouth and
applied my weight against his body to hold him in place and
looked over at Alex. He still slept soundly in the same exact
position I left him. His little penis was still erect from my
attention.

I shot a glance at Eric's mug of Hot chocolate. It was still half
full. I cursed my stupidity. I had been too busy fantasizing
about Alex to pay attention to Eric finishing his drink. I had
just assumed he had. Eric's 12 yr old form struggled beneath me
and he tried to bite the hand covering his mouth. My mind spun.

"Listen, damnit, Keep quiet." I whispered fiercely at Eric, his
eyes wild. "I am going to remove my hand from your mouth and we
can talk, ok?"

He just nodded but as soon as I removed my hand, he started
screaming 'Help!, Hel…" My hand clamped down again. There would
be no talking to him. God how I wished this hadn't happened but
now there was only one way out for me.

I shifted myself and lifted my knee and brought it back swiftly
to contact violently with Eric's groin. As he balled up in pain,
I quickly snaked out my hand and grabbed my 'overnight' bag which
was really my goodie bag. I quickly pulled out a ball gag and
wrapped it around Eric's head, buckling it tight. The ball was
too large for him as it wasn't really meant for children and I
knew it had to hurt him but there was no helping it. He was
crying now from the pain and the situation.

I roughly flipped him over and grabbed one of his hands and
yanked it behind his back. He whimpered and screamed but only a
muffled sound came out of the gag. I saw his free hand reach for
the gag and so I grabbed it and shifted my knee to pin it down. I
was now on his back, one knee in the center of his back, the
other pinning his arm down.

I pulled out a set of handcuffs and quickly squeezed one side
shut on the hand I had control of. I knew I had done it so tight
it would affect his circulation but I did not care at this point.
This beautiful boy had simply become a threat I had to deal with.
I reached down and grabbed his other hand and yanked it behind
his back, securing the handcuffs. He was now gagged and
handcuffed. Only his legs were free but I would need him to walk
for a bit.

I stole a glance at Alex but he was still asleep. But I had to
take care of him a bit too so that this situation didn't become
worse if he did wake up. I looked down at Eric who was staring up
at me with tears in his eyes. Without thinking, I punched him in
the face and his form slumped.

I tried not to regret the move but my anger had just welled over.
If he had only drank his damn drink like he was supposed to. I
walk over to Alex and picked up his boxers and slid them back on.
A last quick fondle had to suffice. I could leave him here now
and even if he woke up, he'd not know anything was wrong.

Eric began to stir and so I crossed back over to him and roughly
pulled him up by the back of his T-shirt. I heard it rip slightly
but I couldn't care less. He was aware again and tears were
streaming uncontrollably down his face. His eyes were scared and
he was obviously trying to talk through the gag, probably saying
something like he wouldn't tell; Yah, right. I just yanked him
behind me as I headed towards the door to the basement where his
room was.

I opened the door and started walking down the steps, dragging
Eric behind me. He stumbled but my hand kept him standing
although awkwardly. The rec-room spread out before us and I
pushed Eric out in front of me, towards his bedroom door. He
sprawled on the floor in front of it as I caught up and opened
the door, reaching down to again haul the brat up.

For no reason other then anger, I screamed at him, "You should
have stayed asleep!"

Once in his room, I walked him over to his bed and sat him down
on it and then spoke to him, "Listen, I am taking the gag off, if
you scream, I promise you that you will regret it with a passion.
Do you understand me?" I watched as he nodded, my eyes straying
to his boxers. In the struggle his T-shirt had gotten tangled up
and a lot of his waist was exposed. I could see he was just as
smooth as Alex.

"Ok Listen…," my voice was calm, though my mind wasn't. "Where is
your school back-pack?"

He frowned but nodded in the direction of the other side of the
bed. I kept my eyes on him as I walked around the bed and picked
up the large yellow and black school bag. It was one of those
types that hung over the shoulders.

I zipped it open and flipped it upside down, dumping the books
onto the floor. With his eyes on me, I walked over to his bureau
and opened drawer after drawer tossing clothes into the bag. I
even grabbed his sneakers and tossed them in. His iPod and a few
of his favorite CDs that were nearest his CD player followed. All
of it went into his bag. I took everything a boy running away
would take. I could not trust him to stay quiet and so he had to
disappear. What better way then to fake his running way and since
he had done once already and threatened his mother recently with
doing it again, he had made this fairly easy for me.

"What are you doing?" Eric asked meekly, his sobbing having
stopped.

I ignored him and walked back over to the edge of his bed and sat
on it, my eyes darting at him every once in a while. He scooted
up a little but didn't dare move and scream again. I reached into
my personal bag and pulled out my PDA. From it, I quickly typed a
coded text message to a friend. When it was finished, I flipped
it closed and put it back into the bag and turned to look at
Eric. "Stand up."

He did so hesitantly.

"Turn around, face the wall."

"Peter, please." he pleaded, tears coming back into his eyes. "I
thought you were my friend."

I just looked at him…suddenly wavering, but in the end only said,
"I said…turn around." With that I took a threatening step towards
him.

He quickly turned around to face the wall, but also said "I
promise Peter...please, I won't tell…plea…" Once again his words
were cut off as I replaced the gag over his mouth. As I buckled
it in place, he started crying louder and struggling. I just
grabbed him Afrom behind and held onto him forcibly. He worked
himself out in a few moments.

I had a good 30 minutes to wait before my friend arrived and as I
looked down at the top of Eric's head, I though that I might as
well have some fun with him given the trouble he has caused.

I turned him around and looked at his Tasmanian devil boxers. As
I reached down to pull them off, he started to step back but I
just glared at him until he froze. Once still I reached out again
and lifted the edge of his T-shirt and used my other hand to rip
his boxers down. "Step out of them!"

He did so, tears streaming.

I started to pull his T-shirt up and over his head and left
there, blocking his vision. Then I pushed him back onto the bed
and went at his 3" penis with my mouth and massaged his balls. I
was still naked from the waist down and had hardly realized it.
My member was fully erect again and now I wanted release. I
reached over to my bag and pulled out a pair of long chained
handcuffs.

As Eric stared at me wide-eyed, I lifted one of his legs up and
clamped a cuff around his ankle and then pulled it up and pulled
the chain over his shoulder to link with a stray circle chain on
his hand-cuffs behind his back.

He suddenly realized what I was doing as his anus became exposed
and he tried to struggle but it was easy for me to overcome him
and force his other leg into the same position so that his but
now stuck straight up, revealing his virgin but. He screamed and
bucked but it did no good.

I was merciless as I thrust my cock into his ass. He resisted and
I just pushed and pushed, harder and harder until something
popped. Then I started to violently fuck him. I had never planned
to do this. I just wanted to quietly fondle him and his brother
and fantasize all the other acts. I really did like the boy but
he had forced my hand. And again I felt the anger at having been
forced into this. I thrust and thrust.

As I pulled out fully, I reached over and grabbed a dirty T-shirt
he had lying on his bed and caught the drops of blood that fell
as my penis disengaged his no longer virgin ass. I couldn't leave
any evidence of violence. I used the T-shirt to wipe his ass of
any more blood. I noticed that he wasn't struggling and I looked
up to find that he had passed out.

I shrugged. It was for the better. My cell-phone rang and grabbed
it out of the bag. I responded to the request for Maria Alvarez
by saying she didn't live here, you must have the wrong number. I
then closed my phone and put it away.

I reached out and grabbed the prone boy, pulling him onto my
shoulder. I grabbed his backpack, my bag in the same hand and
fire-man carried his small form out of the room. He began to stir
a little but it didn't matter. I reached the top of the steps and
stepped into the foyer between the kitchen and living room. A
quick glance showed Alex still asleep on the couch.

I walked into the kitchen and hit a switch on the wall and heard
the garage door opening. I walked over to the door leading to the
garage and opened it, watching as my friends van pulled into the
port. The side door opened up and 2 men stepped out, quickly
grabbing the boy from my shoulders. They threw his small form
into the truck and closed the door again. I hear done last
attempt at a scream fro Eric before the door completely shut. The
fear and futility were supreme even in the mumbled scream.

I walked over to the driver's side window, "Thank you Deke.
Regular split? 50%?"

Deke just nodded, taking another puff of his cigarette. He kicked
the van in reverse and with a wink pulled out of the port.

I turned around and walked into the Living room. I looked down at
the sleeping, peaceful form of Alex, immensely glad he remained
asleep. I leaned down and picked him up by placing arm behind his
shoulder and knees. I let his head rest against my chest. I
kissed his forehead and turned to take him up to his bed and tuck
him in for the night.

It was time for bed, I had a long day in front of me. I had to
report a runaway child. His mother would be ruined with grief. I
was sure I would have a lot more time with Alex in the coming
weeks while I consoled his mother.

The thought left me with a smile.

******

Eric's Ordeal

Eric shook his head trying to regain his senses. He had only been
aware of someone carrying him a moment ago. He guessed he must
have passed out from the pain of the rape and that thought worked
like a smelling salts. Peter! His eyes snapped wide, and he tried
to move his hands but they were caught in handcuffs behind his
back. He still couldn't talk as a ball gag was still acting as a
cruel deterrent to speech. It did not take him another second to
realize he was only wearing a T-shirt and nothing else and that
he was no longer home, nor was he alone. His tweener penis was
exposed and he could do nothing about it.

His eyes glanced about and he noticed he was in a van, and he
suddenly registered its movement. Two men sat on the wheel wells
and watched him closely. Their eyes were dispassionate. Eric was
instinctually afraid of them. He looked towards the driver but
his view was blocked by a heavy curtain that cut the driver's
seat off from the back of the van. Lying on the floor, there were
no windows Eric could see out of well enough to tell where he
was. The van was moving but not too fast meaning it wasn't on a
highway or anything yet. He knew they were kidnapping him and
that sudden thought overwhelmed him.

His head fell back to the floor and he started to cry, silent
tears falling down his face and merging with the slight slobber
that leaked from the ball gag. Less then an hour ago, he had been
watching his favorite movie with Peter and Alex…. ALEX! His heart
missed more then one beat as he thought of his younger brother.
He struggled to turn over onto to his side to again look around
the van but he didn't see the bundled up form of his younger
brother and even with all that had happened to him so far, he
felt a quiet thrill of joy that his brother was at least at home,
safer then he was. He was still with Peter and Peter had been
doing those nasty things to him but Alex had been asleep and
wouldn't realize anything had happened. Eric hoped Peter would
leave Alex alone now. What would Alex think when Eric wasn't
there in the morning?

Eric squirmed at the thought that his brother would think he ran
away like he had before, abandoning him. Eric had promised Alex
he would never do it again. When he was returned home last time,
the worst thing he had to deal with was his younger brother's
anger at leaving him. Eric loved his brother more then anything
in the world and he had vowed never to upset him again. But now
Alex would think Eric didn't care about him and that thought left
Eric's heart deep in his stomach and he cried some more.
He couldn't move much. He tried futilely to get his hands out of
the handcuffs and was only rewarded by a chuckle from one of the
men sitting near him. He gave up for the moment and just layed
back. He was wretchedly afraid but there was nothing he could do.
So he just stayed there, keeping still. He tried not to think
about what was going to happen to him but it kept creeping into
his mind. He had already been raped and here he was basically
naked and tied-up with strange men and going to only god knew
where.

Soon the Van took a turn and rose up an incline and started to
accelerate. Eric assumed they had reached the highway. Despite
his fear, the rhythmic motion of the van soon lulled him to
sleep. He had been through a lot and his twelve year old body was
exhausted.

His eyes opened slowly as someone began to lift him up. The Van
door was open and Eric had no clue how long had passed since he
had fallen asleep. The man who lifted him up, back-stepped out of
the van, carefully watching his step as he stepped down from the
edge. He turned and walked deeper into what appeared to be a
large warehouse.

Eric tried to look around but he couldn't get a very good look at
anything beyond where the man was heading. The man walked through
a door and into a room with many beds. Eric was surprised to see
boys in a lot of the other beds, there hands and feet tied to the
posts of the bed in a spread-eagle. They were all completely
naked and gagged just as cruelly as Eric was. From what Eric
could see as the man walked him by some of the beds, the boys
ranged in age from 7-13. Most were asleep but a few tried to lift
their heads and look at the newcomer.
The man soon came to an empty bed and placed Eric down on it. He
then took out a key from his back pocket and unlocked the
handcuffs that kept Eric's hands bound. Eric gave only a brief
thought at trying to run as his legs were still free. The man was
huge and he looked like he would have no problem with hurting
Eric and so the boy stayed still, silently rubbing his wrists as
the man positioned some rope from the bedposts. He then returned
to Eric and put his big meaty hand on Eric's chest and pushed.
The man said nothing at all and Eric wondered if he could even
speak but the force with which his hand pushed on Eric's chest
surprised him. The man was amazingly strong as he reached out and
simply yanked one of Eric's hands into the air and looped the
rope around it and tied an archaic knot. He then repeated the
step with the other hand and then both of Eric's feet until he
was spread-eagled like all the boys.

The big man, Eric could see some of his teeth missing and a
slightly simple expression on his face, just stood up and looked
Eric over. He reached out a hand to one of the ropes and pulled
to make sure it was tight enough. Eric grunted into his gag as
the man did this. After that, the man just walked away. Eric was
glad he hadn't tried to touch him or play with his penis like
Peter had.

After a moment, another guy wearing a white coat walked into the
room and over to Eric's bed. He pulled out a pair of scissors
which made Eric struggle a bit in fear. This man was much smaller
then the other guy but he had the look of intelligence about him
right from the small circular glasses he wore over his angular
face.

As the man brought the scissors closer to his chest, fear bubbled
up and Eric began to struggle mightily, arching his back and
trying to get away from the scissors. The man simply pulled back
and said, "Stay still, I'm not going to hurt you, though this
might hurt if you thrash around like that."

Eric looked at the man skeptically but calmed down. He watched as
the man brought the scissors back and began to cut off his
T-shirt. In a matter of moments, he was completely naked and Eric
felt his cheeks blush as the man looked down on him and spent a
moment looking at his penis. The man smiled and re-arranged his
own package in his pants but didn't reach out or take advantage
of Eric.

The man returned his eyes to Eric's face and stated, "I'm taking
off your gag so you can answer some questions. If you scream, you
won't get any food for 2 days." The man said this casually as if
it was fact and not a threat and Eric only nodded.

The man reached his thin fingers around the back of Eric's head
and unbuckled the clasp of the Ball Gag. As soon as it loosened,
Eric pushed the ball out of his mouth in relief. He sniffed and
looked up at the man, running his tongue over his mouth. He spoke
meekly and quietly, "Can I please have a drink?"

The man looked at the boy and nodded, obviously expecting it. He
pulled a bottle of water from his pocket and leaned forward as he
opened the cap and poured some of the liquid into the boy's
mouth.

Eric lifted his head a little to take in as much of the water as
possible, not wanting to spill any. "Thank you…," he said as the
man pulled the bottle away. Suddenly he felt like he had done
something wrong as the man was staring at him. He just stayed
quiet.

The man just shook his head after a moment, overcoming the
surprise at a boy in this situation saying 'Thank you' so
politely and earnestly. He reached into his coat pocket and
pulled out a small note pad.

"Ok, listen. I am going to ask you a few questions. Answer
quickly and truthfully. I mean it." With that, he tried to give
the boy a severe look but he was never very good at being
threatening.

Eric just nodded, awaiting the 1st question. He would be truthful
because maybe they would treat him nice if he was honest.

"What is your name?"

"Eric Galbryth"

The man wrote the information down, "And how old?"

"Twelve years old."

"Do you masturbate?"

Eric just stared, not really understanding the question. He was
being raised by a single mom who wanted her boys to be as
innocent as possible for as long as possible.

The man saw the boy's confusion and re-phrased his question, "Do
you play with yourself." With a flick of his pen, he motioned to
Eric's penis.

Eric hesitated but then nodded.

"How long have you been?"

"A few months"

The man nodded. "Very good." With that, he put the notebook away
and reached into the inside of his jacket and pulled out a cloth
and a small brown bottle with the letters HCL3 scrawled on the
side. He then poured a fair amount onto the thick white
handkerchief.

Eric watched with apprehension as the man leaned forward and
grabbed the back of his head and forced his nose into the cloth.
He began to struggle and tried to scream but the man hand covered
his mouth as well and the call for help was muted. In a few
moments, his struggling stopped. Eric tried to will his body to
move, to fight against what this man was doing but he couldn't
get it to listen. Soon his vision began to swim and an acrid
bitter scent seemed to fill his head. In another moment, complete
darkness had overtaken him.

Nathanial let the boy's head drop. He was completely unconscious.
Nathan didn't really enjoy his role in this business. He was also
too soft for it. The boy simply saying 'Thank you" had shook his
resolve but meaner men then he led the racket and he was just as
much trapped as the boy. His own bad habits had detoured him from
a successful life as a Doctor. He tapped off the top of a needle,
a small amount of clear liquid filling the syringe. He placed the
needle on the bed's edge and took the boy's arm in his hand,
wiping an alcohol swab over an exposed vein. He picked the needle
up and positioned it against the boy's skin and pushed the needle
head in. He squeezed on the syringed and watched as the liquid
emptied from the needle. This sedative would be sure to keep the
boy out for at least the next day or so.

Nathan packed up his gear and stood, glancing down at the naked
boy, slightly ashamed at the erection that raged in his pants.
Part of him wanted to be nice to the boy and protect him, the
other…well that part was best left unspoken.

"Hello Doc!"

Nathan jumped, lost in his own thoughts. He stammered a response,
"Deke…H- H-Hello."

Deke took another puff of his cigarette, the expensive clove
kind. "How's the kid?"

"He's fine. A perfect specimen, but he has been raped. You won't
be able to sell his virginity."

Deke nodded, wiping back a few stray hairs from his forehead and
nodded. "I knew as much. Peter took his fun with the boy I guess.
But still, he'll bring a good bit in from the slave market. A
cute white-boy like him." Deke just nodded to himself.

Nathan nodded, just wanting to get away from the man who was so
callous.

Deke didn't let him. "Not so fast Doc. We have another new one.
He's a bit older, probably nearing 14. I want you to castrate him
so he'll last a little longer."

Nathan looked at Deke and simply nodded. He was a beat man. His
eyes strayed to Eric whose mouth was hanging slightly open in his
deep sleep. The boy looked so innocent. Nathan hoped he wouldn't
have to remove this boy's precious parts. He sighed and let
himself be led away by Deke.

******

Peter and Alex

Peter leaned over the sleeping form of the boy. He was careful
not to shake the bed too much but he wasn't concerned since he
had found out that Alex was an extremely sound sleeper, like most
10 year olds.

Peter's hand was fondling Alex's young package, his pre-teen dick
saluting Peter for the effort. The boy's boxers were halfway
pulled down his legs, caught on his thighs. It ws all he wore.

Peter preferred the cute white underwear a lot of boys wore but
he hadn't wasted time shucking them off the sleeping boy. His mom
was in the room down the hall. Peter knew she was too exhausted
to wake up. Since Eric 'ran away', the house had been in turmoil.
Peter recalled the last few days as he leaned down to give the
still form of the boy a blow-job.

Just like he had planned, the cops came to the quick conclusion
that Eric had run away. Apparently his mother had registered him
specifically with the police as a run-away threat. They did their
usual routine of asking all the questions but Peter was well
prepared and Alex really couldn't help them with their questions
as he had been asleep all night, and he told them as much. Lydia
came home from New York immediately and she was absolutely
distraught. She had a moment where she blamed Peter for not
watching Eric but she gave in quickly and was crying on his
shoulder. As Peter expected, she needed emotional comfort and he
had found himself at their home every day and the majority of the
night, often to well after Lydia had fallen asleep. She had taken
to drinking at night to help her sleep and so it was in fact more
like passing out that she did then falling asleep. As Peter had
hoped, he had entire evenings with Alex.

He had used his little pills a few more times the first day or so
with him so that he could have his night-time fun but he soon
realized that the boy slept like a log himself and didn't need
any inducement. So for the majority of the week, Peter had been
molesting the boy in his sleep. He had taken a few pictures and
sold them to a friend of his as well. Alex was a beautiful
specimen of boyhood. He was young enough that no facial blemishes
were apparent and his form was well maintained by the diet of
food their mother fed them. Alex was more the braniac while Eric
had been the sport star but, none the less, he had some muscle
definition which overcame the baby fat that most boys his age
still had. His little penis was almost 2 inches, maybe a half an
inch longer when erect. He was uncircumcised and Peter loved to
roll the skin back and expose the little purple head of Alex's
joy gland.

One night, just to make sure how deeply Alex slept, Peter had
reached his hand into the sleeping boy's boxers and clamped 2
fingers down on one small testical. He squeezed cruelly, enough
to make anyone scream bloody murder. The little boy squirmed in
his sleep slightly but didn't wake up. It was then that Peter
knew the pills weren't needed.

Peter, bought back to present, felt the little boy's body buck
beneath him. With a little surprise, Peter continued sucking, now
bobbing up and down on the boy's little member. He felt the penis
twitch and jump in his mouth. The sleeping form even squirmed a
little, almost exactly as much as he had when Peter wrenched his
little marble.

Peter leaned back, his mouth coming off the boy's penis with a
slight smack as saliva parted skin. He knew the boy had just had
his 1st orgasm though it had been dry and he would never remember
it. It gave Peter a thrill of joy to know he had done that for
him.

Peter sat beside the boy, his own body naked, and took the boy's
miniscule hand and wrapped it around his raging hard-on. He
clasped his own hand around the boy's and used it to masturbate.
The added sensation of the boy's hand touching his penis caused
him to explode extremely fast, a large arch of cum spraying into
the air and landing over Alex's sleeping form. Some even fell
across the boy's face.

Peter smiled, thinking it actually made the boy cuter, and he
took the opportunity to taste the boy again, using his tongue to
lick all cum off the boy. He rubbed anything that fell on the
sheets deeper into them.

After he was done, and spent himself, he reached down and pulled
the boy's boxers back up and with a little pat on his package,
stood up. He reached over and grabbed the boy's duvet cover and
sprawled it back over him, making sure all of him was covered. He
actually tucked the boy in with care. Again he stood straight and
just looked down on the boy. Now that he had orgasmed and his
sexual desire spent, a new flood of emotion came into him and he
remembered even more from the last few days that, he had to
admit, had been weighing heavily on him. Though Alex was sleeping
now, if you looked closely at his face, you could see the strain
the last week has been on him. He was constantly crying.

Alex had been devastated when he had heard that Eric had run
away. He, more then anyone else, said it wasn't possible. He said
Eric had promised him he wouldn't do that. Alex firmly believed
he didn't run away and he had often told Peter as much, begging
him to believe him.

Peter sighed and left the room, heading to the guest room where
he was staying during this 'ordeal' and supporting the family. He
just lied there in his own bed, dwelling on the whole situation.
It was a week before Christmas. Sleep overcame him eventually.

The next morning saw all three of them at the table. Lydia was
making sure to keep some semblance of a routine up for Alex's
sake. She had cooked omelet's and each plate had a king's ransom
in food on it. Alex just looked at his and didn't even touch his
fork before pushing it away from himself.

Lydia's voice was shaken as she held back her own
ever-threatening tears, "Alex, honey, please…you have to eat. It
does no one any good to starve yourself."

Alex just shook his head, not strong enough to keep his sudden
flow of tears in check. "I'm not eating until Eric comes back."
And the boy nearly hadn't. Peter honestly couldn't recall
anything beyond a piece of bread that the boy had eaten in the
last week.

Lydia's voice shook, a stray tear escaping her fountain, "Honey
please… for me?" Alex looked up and violently shook his head.
Peter actually felt a tear touch his bare forearm.

Lydia just leaned forward and clasped a hand over her eyes,
collapsing into her own tears. Peter watched her and the shifted
a look towards Alex as the sound of his chair pushing away from
the table signaled the boy's departure.

The young boy, all tears, nearly ran from the room. Right before
he exited, he screamed in a voice rife with anguish, "I want my
brother back!"

Lydia just began to cry harder at Alex's words and did nothing to
stop the fleeing boy. The distant sound of a door slamming echoed
down to the kitchen.

Peter pushed his plate away, having lost his own appetite. He had
helped Deke kidnap numerous boys. Peter had callously led the
boys away from their safe environment whether in the park, their
own neighborhoods, after school, at the gym, it didn't matter.
Peter had a way with children. Something about his personality
made them instantly trust him. Deke had noticed it in him and put
him to good use.

Peter had grown up in Deke's house as a run-away himself. He had
been 7 years old. He knew that if not for Deke he would have
returned to his own home soon enough but Deke had given him a new
one, where clothes were optional and this fun activity called sex
was always happening. Peter got to do things he never imagined
and it all felt so good. He had become addicted to sex and as he
grew, addicted to sex with children.

He had started luring boys away from the safe places at the early
age of 12 for Deke. And it had continued up until last week.
Peter was a rich man as he had partnered with Deke after his 18th
Birthday and he often got 20-30K from each kidnapping. Peter was
pretty sure it wasn't an actual 50% of the take but it didn't
bother him. He was a millionaire and used the pretext of his own
business to explain the money. He thought he was happy.

But never before had he seen the aftermath of one of his
Kidnappings. He knew that many of the boys he led away and into
Deke's hands had brothers and sisters. We're they all this
distraught. Had he ruined all those families like he had this
one?

Peter felt sick and guessed his face showed it as Lydia finally
looked up. He heard her say, "Oh Peter…" She stood up and walked
over to hug him from behind. It was her child that disappeared
and now she was comforting him, and she didn't even really know
what was tormenting him. He actually did feel a tear fall onto
his cheek… and it was his own. He shivered and suddenly made up
his mind.

He had to get Eric back. He had to save this family from the
terrible things he had done to it.

******

Eric's eyes opened feeling heavy. His body seemed distant,
separate from his head. His thoughts whirled, trying to regain
focus on where he was, what brought him here, and what was
actually happening.

His eyes were the first to regain their sharpness as the muted
overhead yellow light of the warehouse dormitory began to bring
his surroundings into view. And it was the sight of children
bound to beds, naked as the day they were born, that began to
shock his system to aware with a burst of adrenaline from the
parasympathetic nervous system.

He immediately tried to yank an arm but it didn't listen to him
and he was forced to grunt as rope burned into his skin. He
realized he was tied to a bed, and he began to recall how that
had occurred. The image of the big man, with his simple face,
flashed across his mind followed by the wiry form of the doctor.
He had shoved a soaked cloth into his face and it dominated his
senses with a bitter sent that also edged on sweet; and then
nothing… until now.

And he was naked too, and his penis was shooting up with the
usual erection that occurs when dawn breaks into his foggy
dream-laden mind, though he could not figure what time it was or
what day, or much of anything. He felt the invasive rubber ball
pushing on his tongue, strapped to his head with leather straps.
The gag was cruel, a little overlarge for his mouth forcing his
jaw to stretch to a painful limit. He tried to push on it but it
didn't budge.

The final thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. A man stood
next to the bed, placing an empty needle into a bag. It was the
doctor. Eric shifted his head to keep his eyes on this man. It
was almost like no time had passed. The man was wearing the same
clothes as before.

Nathaniel looked at the boy and noted with pleasure his growing
awareness. He had been surprised when the boy hadn't woken for
over 2 days. He assumed he had made some miscalculation for
weight to amount ratio of the sedative he had given. He had to
administer an accelerant to the boy, hoping it would bring him
out of the funk. There had been a true moment of fear where he
thought he had induced a coma in the boy that he couldn't break.
Deke would have been…. less then pleased. But now the boy looked
around and the focus in his eyes was growing and Nathanial
recognized that he would be fine.

Nathaniel looked around the room. Most of the other boys slept as
it was extremely early in the morning; probably only a few hours
after midnight. Given that no one was around and standing next to
this small naked boy had given him another painful erection,
Nathaniel decided to satisfy himself with this boy. He leaned
down and took the boy's erection into his mouth.

Eric's eyes widened as the man did this. Peter had done the same
thing and Eric was suddenly afraid this man meant to rape him as
well, since that was what Peter had done right after. But he
quickly realized that what this man was doing was different. He
didn't bite and what he did seemed soft and really felt good as
it caused Eric's penis to jump to the left and the right in the
man's mouth, who massaged the shaft with his tongue and sucking
down the whole shaft in a bobbing motion for a moment before
going back to focusing on the tip and gland, ringing his tongue
around Eric's small member. Eric leaned his head back and fell
into the sensation, his breathing growing in cadence behind his
gag.

Nathaniel continued his blow job, his hand reaching into his
pants and rubbing while he did it. His other hand reached out and
began to play with the boy's little marble balls, isolating the
testicles and rubbing them lightly and kneading them through his
fingers, relishing the soft skin. He glanced up and saw the boy's
chest heaving and his upper body slightly arched.

For Nathaniel, it had been two days since he last touched a boy
like this. He had given that young twin Cole a similar blowjob.
He liked doing this too children because it wasn't painful to
them and given the harsh treatment they often received, he
considered it a small gift for them. A part of his mind
recognized the selfish rationalization this was as it was really
about his own pleasure that he was concerned. But none the less,
he liked to think that way.

Eric shivered, his breath suddenly going staccato, as the man
continued to bob on his pricklet and massage his balls. In this
moment, he almost forgot about everything else, his mind focused
on what was going on in his groin. He had been playing with his
boy toy for a few months now. He had learned that it felt good
when he had applied a liberal amount of shampoo to his penis and
massaged it in the shower. The cold sensation, followed by the
slippery sensation, and finally combined with the ever so slight
feeling that something other then his own hand, because it worked
through the layer of shampoo, was touching his forbidden area got
him really erect quickly. He had never seen his penis so big then
and it excited him. He kept experimenting however he could.

It had been a hard explanation when his younger brother Alex had
walked into his room one day to find Eric with his underwear
around his ankles and dry humping his bed sheets. Alex had just
seemed fascinated really and Eric had been sure to talk to him
privately later after angrily kicking him out of his room.
Needless to say they also had a conversation about privacy. In
the end, Eric had agreed to teach Alex how to do what he was
doing. Neither of them knew what 'Masturbation' was as they
attended a private catholic academy that did its best to keep
boys away from the sins of the flesh. But nurturing wasn't enough
to evade the power of nature.

The next day, Eric had been real gentle as his hand massaged his
little brother's penis. Alex's hand was on his shoulder and by
the way it tightened and gripped, Eric could tell he liked it.
Alex told him how he had learned and the ways he had tried to
make it feel good. Soon after that, Eric and Alex spent a lot of
time alone in their rooms. Eric wondered if his mother ever
wondered about all the suddenly closed doors from boys who had
always carelessly walked around the house in their underwear.

A pall fell over Eric as he realized he wasn't going to ever find
out if his mother thought it odd, or if Alex had ever managed to
get the white stuff to come out of his little prick. He had been
kidnapped and here he was tied and gagged to a bed in a foreign
place with an unknown man sucking on his penis. Despite the
growing orgasm in his loins, tears spread across his cheeks. But
that didn't stop his body's response to the man's ministrations.

Nathaniel continued and heightened his own pace as he felt the
base of the boy's penis bulge slightly in his mouth, expanding up
the length of his tweener shaft. Almost immediately, he felt the
boy's entire body buck and rise off the sheets of the bed. A fair
amount of boy juice passed into his mouth as Eric orgasmed and he
sipped it down like ambrosia, continuing to suck at the boy's
penis but not with the intensity he had been since he knew it
would be tender. Soon he felt the boy's penis go flaccid and he
opened his mouth and let the little toy slip out and adhere to
the boy's soft skin with his saliva encompassing it like a
condom.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and reached a hand forward and
rubbed the boy's face affectionately. While he did this, he
finished himself off with his other hand. His eyes clamped shut
at the moment of climax and he came into his own underwear. He
brought his hand out, partially covered in his own juice and
reached up to the boy's face and spread the cum around the boy's
mouth, circling the rubber ball of the gag. A moment of
inspiration overcame him and he leaned forward and kissed the
boy's forehead and then stood up, walking away.

Eric just watched the man leave. He could not enjoy that what the
man did felt good. It had been amazing. Ten times better then
anything he had ever done to his own penis. Even way better then
how he felt when he had played with his younger brother's penis
that one time. But then the man spread that stuff on his face,
and he could feel it penetrating the edges of the ball gag and
leaking into his mouth. He did not like the salty taste of it. He
felt lucky the man hadn't hurt his butt like Peter had. As Eric
thought this, he had a moment of regret for Peter. He could not
reconcile what happened with the man he knew. Eric had once hoped
Peter married his mom so that he would always be around. But now,
he had been betrayed and was bereft of hope. And yet Peter was a
symbol of the life he had once had, when he was free. Mostly,
Eric was afraid, confused, and tired. His mind shut down again
and sleep overcame.

- - - - - - -

Eric had been awake again for hours. While he slept, someone had
attached an IV to his wrist. He recognized it because he had his
tonsils taken out a few years ago and the same type of thing had
been connected to his arm. He was losing his shame at being naked
as he couldn't control it and everyone else, but the adults, were
naked. The hardest part was the gag. His tears had stopped
falling though every once in a while, his eyes flooded with the
unfairness of it.

He watched as adults came into the room and took one boy or the
other off into other hidden rooms in the warehouse. That Doctor
had come back a few times to look over him but had not repeated
his special attention.

A sharp surprise for Eric had been when the doctor returned once
leading two boys back into the room. Both boys were gagged with
the same ball gag he wore and their hands were hand-cuffed behind
their backs. They looked to be Eric's age with blond hair. They
walked a little slowly and their faces were stained with tear
tracks. Even as they walked, they tried to keep their shoulders
touching and stay near each other, often casting glances just to
make sure the other was there.

The doctor was joined by the simple man. And they led the boys to
beds that were right next to Eric's. Eric noticed that the boys
were twins. They were both naked except for collars around their
necks. One of them was a little heavier then the other and he
wore an orange leather collar with silver studs around his neck.
His twin wore an exact replica except for its deep blue color.

Eric watched as the boy's struggled futilely as the man separated
them to tie them to different beds. It was then that Eric
recognized them. In a fast removed life, he had watched the
Disney channel with Alex all the time. These two looked just like
Cody and Zach from that show…he didn't know there real names but
he loved their show. What were they doing here? Was that really
them? What was this place? How could they do that?

Eric again felt a thrill of joy that Alex had escaped this fate
as he watched the twin brothers tied down to their beds by the
simple man, his meaty fingers deftly tying knots and stretching
the twin's out. The young doctor had only seen them in and had
exited the room.

Eric expected the simple giant to do the same when he finished,
making sure the boys binds were tight in the same manner he had
his own. Eric remembered that sharp pain and sympathized with the
twins as they grunted into their gags. But leave he did not.

Instead, he walked over to his bed, and Eric felt fear bubble up
in his chest. He didn't notice that the twins were now watching
him. His eyes were on the approaching ogre. With those same meaty
fingers, he undid Eric's knots, freeing his legs and hands, and
roughly lifting him off the bed. He kept a huge fist on Eric's
shoulder as he steered the naked 12 yr old out of the room
towards a door on the opposite side of the room he had originally
entered from.

Eric couldn't ask where they were going as they entered a darkly
lit hall because the gag hadn't been removed and he was afraid to
try and take it off. But their trip wasn't long. Soon they
reached a door which opened for them. Silhouetted in the frame
was a man Eric hadn't seen before. He held a black cigarette up
to his mouth and took a long puff.

"Thank you Jax," the man addressed the simple man, "You can leave
him with me."

Eric felt a shove from behind and skidded a step towards Deke.
The big man simply left after that, turning heel down the hall
and disappearing into the shadows.

Deke reached out the hand with his cigarette and placed it
lightly on Eric's shoulder and guided him into the room. Eric
immediately saw camera equipment splayed across the room,
centered around a center section where a blue and white rug
rested on the floor in front of a white background. He was
confused and wondering what he was doing here, and then surprised
as the man began to unbuckle the gag. With relief, Eric moved his
tongue and licked his lips as the ball cleared his mouth.

Deke tossed the gag to the side and steppe around the boy to look
in his face. "Hello Eric. Welcome to my playroom."

Eric hesitated, but then assumed the gag was removed so he could
speak, so he did so, "Playroom? Who are you?"

Deke smiled, taking another puff and glancing over the boy's
naked form. He smiled deeper as the boy's again recognized his
own nakedness in front of another man and his cheeks blushed. "I
own this place, meaning I own you."

Eric took a step backwards in fear. This was the man who made
this place with all those boys.. and had seen to kidnapping not
only he but those twins...Dylan and Cole; their names flooding
into his mind suddenly.

"Take another step boy, and I will have Jax rip your testicles
off. Got it?" This was said in an almost jovial voice. Eric
shivered and nodded. His hands had moved to cover his testicles.

Deke continued, "And we'll have none of that." He pointed to the
boy's modest cover-up and waited while the boy reluctantly moved
his hands. "Very good." Deke turned and grabbed something off a
table to his left where some of the camera equipment was. He
tossed it to Eric and said, "Put this on."

Eric felt a sudden hope as he believed the man was tossing him
clothes, what looked like underwear, but as he spread them out,
his confusion grew. It was nothing more then a set of leather
straps. With the man's eyes on him, and an ever- growing fear, he
slipped the leather underwear on. It fit him well but covered
nothing. The leather straps just framed his groin and butt,
wrapping around his waist and flowing down in a V to a single
strap the jammed up into his butt. Somehow it made him feel even
more exposed and he knew he was blushing.

"Very good," the man commented and then continued, "Today is your
coming out Eric. I am going to photograph you and send your
pictures around to my clients. A bidding process will begin. If
one of them bids high enough, they alone will earn the right to
you. Otherwise, I will accept bids to film you in certain acts
for some and offers to simply fuck you from others." While saying
this, Deke had stepped up after grabbing something else from the
table. He wrapped a collar around Eric's throat, a deep red
leather binding it with the same silver studs he had noticed on
the twin's collars. But this collar had a leash attached to it.
Deke had firm grasp of it as he finished his statement, "or maybe
one will simply wish to see the life fade from your eyes; though
that will be expensive. It costs a million dollars for that sort
of thing."

Deke quickly yanked on the leash as Eric suddenly felt a desire
to flee. He was yanked down to the ground, scrambling on his
knees. The man ahead of him just chuckled. "The point is, your
life is mine. And you need to understand. Peter gave you to me to
save himself."

Eric looked up at the name of Peter and the man caught his look.

"Oh yes, Peter knows what will happen to you. He knew what he was
doing. I mean, he himself spent time in this room." Deke saw the
fear in the boy's eyes and thrived on it. He thought he would
needle him more. "Your much older then Peter was at first. I
found him when he was 7 years old, wandering the streets with a
fucking teddy bear. He said he was running away. I told him I
could help him."

"Just like you will, he endured rape and torture. And it all
started in this room. Maybe if you are good, like he was, I'll
keep you. I had a lot of offers for Peter but turned them all
down and how wise was I? He has brought me so many boys and now
you…. Stand up now!"

Eric did as the man said, his mind spinning at the things he
mentioned about Peter. Eric was torn between feeling sorry and
hate for Peter. But his thought cycle was ruined as Deke stepped
and spun him around, quickly attaching handcuffs to his wrists
behind his back.

Then Deke reached around and grabbed the boy's balls, bringing a
zip tie to bear. He spun it around the boy's jewels and then
tightened it. He heard the boy yelp as the plastic tormented his
kin as it squeezed tight. He brought another tie around and
wrapped it around the base of the boy's penis, making sure to be
as cruel. Eric winced as the man tied the things to his privates.
He couldn't help letting a small scream escape his mouth.

Deke then pulled the boy and pushed him down onto the Blue and
white rug and left him there.

Eric struggled to get to his knees and kept his eyes on the man
as he started to take pictures. Deke snapped picture after
picture of the boy in whatever state he was in. When he finished
one set, he walked over to the boy and replaced the gag. Eric
tried to fight it but the man was easily stronger. For his
fighting, Eric received a quick kick to his balls that left him
sprawling on pain for a new series of pictures. His poor privates
were turning purple from the zip ties around them. He felt the
pain in his groin but couldn't identify his own testicles in the
feeling anymore. He didn't even realize that he was crying again,
it had become such second nature.

Each time the man finished a roll of film, he put Eric into a new
position by adding a new torture. Within an hour, Eric's hands
and legs were bound with the gag in place. Small metal clips were
attached to his nipples. A rope had been tied to his penis and
pulled it down. The rope ran through his legs and out behind him
and was tied to a post at end of the rug. Another rope had been
tied to his testicles and attached to a post at the opposite end.
Eric couldn't not wiggle in either direction without putting
terrible pressure on his groin. The pain was maddening and he was
often screaming into the gag now.

And it only got worse over the next hour as Deke leaned the boy
over without regard to the pain from the ropes and cruely jammed
a prod into his butt. Eric tried to struggle but the pain from
the ropes of his balls and penis was too extreme. He could only
stay still. The thing Deke had put in his but had a fake horse's
tail hanging off the end of it.

Deke wasn't kind. He slapped the boy around every chance he got
and made sure to picture the trickles of blood and red swelling
that his strikes left. He had done this to so many boys, it was
almost clinical except for the raging hard-on in his own pants.
In time, he'd fuck this boy himself unless someone paid for
exclusive rights. He was a businessman first and foremost.

After about three hours, the photo session ended and Eric was led
back to his bed where he was tied down by the simple man again.
He only let his head tilt to the side, the gag still in place and
looked at the twins. The ties had not been removed from his
genitals and they were extremely dark, the trapped blood in them
staining the skin deep purple. He couldn't feel them anymore.
Both of the twin's eyes were wide as they looked at his riddled
body. He had been whipped, penetrated, molested, and cruelly
treated. And he hadn't even been sold yet. From what the man
said, it would be some much worse when he was owned by someone.

Eric closed his eyes. He couldn't look at the twins. They would
soon enough learn what happened to him as the flesh was whipped
from their own bodies. He fell off into sleep again.

- - - - -

Eric woke up yet again to a man touching him. But this time it
was the Doctor and he was applying a salve to his wounds, a sour
frown on his face. He just tried to smile at the boy when he saw
he was awake. The zip ties had been removed from his genitals and
the doctor was rubbing salve into the deep cuts and bruises the
cruel things had left on his balls and penis. Despite it all,
Eric's penis responded to the cool liquid and the man's
attention. But this time, Nathaniel didn't do anything other then
treat his wounds. The collar was still wrapped around his neck
but there was no leash at least. His body hurt all over and he
tried to wrap into a fetal position by instinct but the binds
that kept him spread-eagle prevented it. He cried and cried. He
could see the twins next to him crying as well. That was all boys
did in this room; cry. This was hell.

- - - - -

He was left alone for a few days, and faded in and out of sleep.
The twins had been taken out of the door to the camera room the
day after him. He felt sympathy as they were brought back though
it did not appear they were treated as harshly. He heard the man
talking about them and that they were already sold for the
'million dollar' level each. It seemed to Eric that he should
know what that meant but his mind was hazy.

He didn't have a clue how long he had been here though he
suspected it had been at least more then a week. He thought maybe
the worst was over, until the doctor took him to the clean room
and started the 'Anal penetration' procedure. It was an
experience best left unexplained but Eric couldn't even stand
straight right now and had been lying on the bed for two days.
His elbows were becoming sore as were places on his butt and
legs. Sores they were that the doctor applied more salve too. He
passed out.

- - - - -

"Eric!..Wake up!.."

Something slapped his face. He brought his hand up to fend what
he thought would be another blow. And his eyes snapped open as he
realized his hands were free. And Peter hovered in front of his
face. He thought he was dreaming.

"Please...comeon… we don't have much time!"

"Pe..ter?" His mouth was dry and he realized the gag was gone as
well. He looked to his left and the twins were gone, their beds
empty but he could see the imprint in the sheets as if they had
just recently been there. "Wha..t"

"No time for questions, we have to go." Peter reached down and
lifted the boy up. He began to half drag the boy out the main
area of the warehouse. They passed beds with other boys but Peter
couldn't help them all.

"What are you doing!?"

Peter froze as those words came from ahead of him, a lone figure
standing in the doorway.

Nathaniel walked forward, a look of amazement on his face.
"Peter, what are you doing?"

Peter sighed a little in relief as Nathaniel stepped forward and
not one of Deke's real goons. "Nathaniel, I have to get this boy
out of here. I cannot do this to him and his family."

Nathaniel stood still considering the words, though he didn't
have a long time to do so before the gunshot rang out. He twisted
around at the sound, his shoulder slamming into the door frame
forcing him to wince in pain. Had they already discovered what
Peter was doing?... No… men were suddenly running forward to the
offices. And they were not all of Deke's men. A major client had
come to pick up the twins, all be it 7 days late. Their men ran
forward and started to shoot at Deke's men.

Nathaniel spun back around, 'Quick move.." Fear rose up in him
but it was definitely a moment to act.

Peter followed his lead.

Eric just slumped, his still naked form weak and lacking the hope
to think he was really being saved.