THE KIDNAPPING

BY ABUSEDASBOY11

I had been watching the boy from my parked car for the majority
of an hour. He kept flitting in and out of the buildings in the
apartment complex; his hands burdened with a box of assorted
chocolates. That and the blue and yellow accents of his cub scout
uniform led me to believe he was on some sort of charity drive,
possibly to fund some scout function.

I had watched long enough to recognize that the boy had walked a
fair distance to sell his candy bars and that there were no
conscientious parents watching over him. So he was far from home
and in not so familiar territory; perfect for me, not so good for
him.

I made sure everything was ready and I placed them, item by item,
into the back seat and placed a small towel over them. I was
always prepared for my small tendencies and, because I was an
animal doctor, could easily explain the many medical items I
carried to complete my illicit dealings.

I started my engine, watching the small boy go from house to
house; his medium length blond hair peaking out from the edge of
his scout cap. The small hairless legs pumped up and down each
entrance porch to wait futility to see if anyone answered. I
could sense he was getting a little frustrated with the lack of
responses or the repeated 'no, thank you," from multiple people.

I stepped on the gas when the boy's back was to me and passed by
him unnoticed, moving further up the parking lot. I came to a
point where the apartment buildings separated and offered a path
behind the buildings to where more buildings were packed in. It
had the added benefit of being out of the boy's eyesight. I
parked the car in a secluded spot and stepped out of my SUV.

I waited till his tight little bottom disappeared up another
entrance porch and I shot out of my vehicle and around the
corner. There I waited, sure I had been unseen. It took only a
few minutes before I saw the boy crossing the gap between
apartment complexes. I quickly made my way forward, acting
nonchalant.

"You, scout!"

The boy stopped and looked my way.

"What are you selling today then?

His face brightened when he mistakenly realized that I was a
possible buyer. His cherubic voice broke out, "Candy Mister."

My face brightened as he responded, giving him the impression his
response excited me, "Really? What kind?"

By this time, the boy had stopped dead and I was only a foot or
so away, stopped myself and waiting for him to expose the
contents of his candy box.

"All kinds mister; M&Ms, Hershey… a dollar a piece."

The boy couldn't have been more then 9 years old. His eyes were
hazel and he had a little button nose.

"Excellent. I have a liking for chocolate. How many do you have?"

At this the boy truly brightened as he saw his long trek coming
to an end in one sale. I watched as he knelt down and started to
count the various bars. I looked up and around, making sure no
one else was around. If anyone got too close, I would just back
off and disappear but it appeared I was getting lucky and I was
moments away from my prize.

"27 sir!"

"Very well. 27 dollars then. Sounds reasonable. What are you
selling for?

"My troop is going on a scouting trip this weekend. This will
help pay for the supplies and such."

I smiled at him and started to pat my pockets, acting like I
couldn't find my wallet. "Silly me, I left my wallet in my car.
Follow me will you?" I did not give him time to consider as I
walked away and towards my isolated vehicle.

I was pleased to hear his steps running behind me to catch up. I
doubt he even sensed the danger he was in.

I made it to the passenger side door of my car and motioned him
over. I was parked to a minivan which severely limited the line
of sight to my car. The boy stood expectantly to my left, his
back to the min-van, as I opened the passenger door. The door
flew out and with its tinted windows blocked off the view from
the apartment complexes. I made the half-hearted attempt to
search for my wallet. "Man, I'm so forgetful. Where did I put
that wallet?"

With that I stepped around the boy and opened up the back door.
It was the kind that opened opposite the front doors, giving me a
maximum amount of room and also blocking off the view from the
street now as well. Here I stood with the boy to my right now and
butted up against the opened passenger door where no one could
see him. He dutifully held his box of candy waiting with a big
grin on his face still excited about selling all his candy.

I leaned into the back seat and exclaimed, "Here we go!"

With that the boy stepped forward expectantly. I thrust myself
back and snaked out an arm and grabbed the boy by the back of his
neck before he could react. I thrust him forward, his box of
chocolates spilling across the floor of my back seat. I used my
superior strength to push his face down into the back seat
upholstery, muffling the exclamations of surprise trying to
escape his lips. It was extremely easy to hold him down as I
leaned in to him, my groin pressing up against his exposed
buttocks. I continued to lean further and said into his ear, "If
you want to live, shut up… now!" With the last word, I pushed his
head harder into the upholstery.

I didn't give him much chance to consider my words before I
reached over him and lifted the towel off my little goodies. I
picked up a needle and ripped its cap off with my teeth, my one
hand still firmly pressing the boy's struggling body down. I
poked the needle into an exposed portion of the boy's alabaster
thigh. It was convenient how high those scout shorts rode him.

It was a powerful sedative, meant to act immediately in a
convulsing patient. And I had given him an adult's dose. My
weight against his small body wasn't needed for more then thirty
seconds more. I felt his struggling stop and I removed my hand
and watched as his eyes floated and then closed.

I looked up and around the parking lot, making sure no one had
seen me subdue the young boy. No one had; shame for the boy.

I reached down and lifted his thin legs and shoved him into the
back of my vehicle. I reached forward and grabbed the rope that I
had once hidden under the towel. I used it to bind the boy's
hands behind his back. I tied them a little cruelly and knew that
if he was awake, it would cause him pain but he wouldn't be awake
for quite a while. I then snagged a cord of cloth with a knot in
it and placed the knot into the boy's mouth and tied it tightly
behind his head. I knew he wouldn't wake but it never hurt to be
safe. I then tied his feet with another string of rope. I then
dropped his small form onto the floor of the back seat and
covered his motionless form with a blanket.

I had an erection the size of Montana by this time but I resisted
the urge to my pleasure of the boy right then and there. Instead,
I slammed the door shut and then closed the passenger door and
gave another brief glance around. Still no one appeared to come
to the boy's rescue.

I navigated my way around the front of the SUV, trying to contain
my sudden burst of nervous energy; got into the driver seat and
started the car.

I took a moment to calm myself, resisting the urge to look into
the back of the truck. I then shifted the gear and backed out of
the space.

Within a few minutes, I was on the highway and adhering to the
speed-limit the entire two-hour trip south.

The boy was mine. Everything about him was mine. I fidgeted with
the uncomfortable feeling of restraint in my underwear. My
partner wanted out but it wasn't yet time. I'd introduce him to
our new little cub scout in due time.

******

Two hours had nearly passed and I had driven past the last
heavily populated town about 10 minutes ago. I owned a farm house
in the country; 117 acres of simple woodlands and plots of unused
land for growing. The land next to me was owned by the Department
of Agriculture. In my ten years in this area, I had never once
seen anyone on that land. It had always been perfect for my sweet
pleasures.

I looked back into the backseat where the blanket covered my
newest sweet. The sedative still was in control of the boy. I
don't think he had moved once the entire ride. His hands, tied
behind his back, were peeking out from an edge of the blanket. I
could see his hands turning a purplish blue from the tightness of
the ropes.

At last, I turned off the road onto my dirt roadway leading to my
house, about 1/3 mile off from the road. With foresight in mind,
I had a garage built onto the house a few years back so that I
could unload my truck in privacy. Often I had to handle large
animals as my real job was a Zoologist and Animal Doctor for the
State Zoo, though that only entailed me going into the office
once a week. It was good to be considered a genius in your field.

Now I pushed the button on my visor and watched as the garage
door opened. I drove into the garage, big enough for 3 trucks,
and parked the SUV. My other car, a black mustang, sat idly by to
the left. I walked around the car, adjusting the anxious member
in my pants for the thousandth time on this trip. I opened the
back passenger door and pulled the blanket off my little cub
scout.

I admired his still form, all bent over double on the floor of
the backseat, hands tied behind his back and a cruel gag
stretched across his mouth. His face was simple and soft with
youth as his eyes remained closed and no dreams seemed to be
worrying him. Ah the beauty of strong sedatives.

I reached down and yanked him up none to kindly, more like a
heavy suitcase to be carried. But heavy he wasn't. He couldn't
have weighed more then 60 pounds in my mind. I tossed him over my
shoulder, feeling a small thrill as his groin rested on the joint
of my shoulder. I turned and walked into the house through a side
door into the Kitchen.

I restrained myself from running up the stairs to the bedroom.
Instead, I walked up them at a dignified pace, the boy dangling
over my back with his legs extended in front me in a fireman's
carry. I snaked a foot out and popped open the door to my bedroom
and walked over to the bed, a nice California king.

I placed the silent boy onto the bed and reached down to begin
untying the cords from his hands. They had turned a nasty purple
by now. I was sure he would feel that when he woke up.

Once his arms were free, I rolled him over and placed him on his
back. His clothes were tan with lines of green along the edges of
the pockets and shirt. The classic scout neckerchief, blue and
yellow, was out of sorts around his neck. I reached down and
undid the simple knot keeping it together and slid it from around
the neck of the boy. I could find uses for this in the future.

I then turned to the boy's shoes, simple white Nike fair, and
began untying his laces. First one shoe slipped off and then the
other. Next were the socks. I slipped them off each beautiful
foot. I took a quick smell before tossing them aside. My fingers
reached down and began to play with the boy's feet and little
toes. My hand dwarfed his little foot. It made me smile.

I leaned down and took his big toe into my mouth, sucking on it
like I would his little boy toy soon. I bit hard and his little
body squirmed in his sedated sleep. I couldn't help myself, I
wanted a little fun quickly.

I quickly shucked off my pants and underwear. My rock hard penis
shot up from my body. It wasn't really that big, had never been.
I spread the boy's toes apart and placed my penis in between his
big toe and next and began humping.

I was never one for endurance. I shot long and hard all over the
outstretched boy's body. Cum splashed up on this shorts and his
scout shirt. The rest fell to the cover on the bed.

Well, now I had soiled the boy's clothes in my mind, and of
course they had to come off.

Still naked myself, I crawled up from the bottom of the bed and
straddled the sleeping boy, careless of my weight on his groin
and stomach. I began slowly undoing the buttons from his little
shirt, but I didn't have the patience. With a large yank, buttons
popped off and his shirt flew open, revealing the Hanes white
T-shirt below.

I then sidled down his body some and began fumbling with his belt
buckle. Soon it slipped open and I undid the button loop and then
unzipped his shorts slowly, the revelation always key to me.

His white briefs slowly came into view. Once fully unzipped, I
pushed the flaps of his shorts away and looked at his exposed
underwear. His little boy package didn't even make a dent in the
underwear which were a little too big for him, possibly an older
brother's. They just folded over a bit and bulged out with
nothing behind them.

I was disappointed but I kept myself from ripping them off and
spoiling the long fun. Instead and I just pulled his scout shorts
off completely and tossed them to a corner of the room. Next I
manipulated his upper body so that both his scout shirt and
t-shirt were soon joining the shorts on the floor.

The young boy was just lying there in his over large white
underwear before me, the gag still cruelly stretched across his
mouth. Well, I had something for that. I leaned forward and
reached around his head, undoing the knot of the gag.

Before I did anything else though, I let my hand wander over his
underwear, my fingers exploring the oversized folds and finally
feeling the small package within. I let my fingers massage the
boy's pecker through the thin white material. My own dick was
hard yet again and pointing into the little boy's side. But back
to my purpose.

I reached over to my nightstand and opened a drawer, pulling out
two objects. One a small roll of surgical tape and the other a
tube of industrial strength super glue. I turned back to the
sleeping boy and brushed a turn of his blond hair off his
forehead. I sighed looking forward to seeing his hazel eyes again
soon.

I cut off three pieces of tape. It was the thin white surgical
tape that was usually used for keeping bandages on. Not many
people would think it a fitting gag but I had used it in this
capacity well many a time. It only muffled the boy's voice,
didn't absolutely silence it. But given where I lived I didn't
have a true need for complete silence and I liked to hear the
boy's…. enjoyment of our activities.

So I leaned over and slapped the three pieces of tape over his
mouth. They only barely even covered his lips. I had always liked
gagging boys this way since I saw the movie Cohen and Tate and
saw how their little hostage was gagged this way. Course, in that
movie, they didn't do what I was going to do next. I popped the
thin top off the industrial super glue and began spreading it
around the edges of the tape. I left only the barest corner
unsealed so I could rip it off if I had too or maybe if I wanted
access to the pretty boy's mouth. It would hurt him like hell
but, well.. I wasn't above that. And in the mean time it stayed
on for sure.

My kidnap victim's hands were still loose but that didn't concern
me. For now they would stay that way. I always worked it out this
way on first true contact. You'll see.

It was time for my little friend to wake up. It had been a few
hours and I knew exactly how to manage it. I lifted his still
form up and walked to the bathroom. Once in, I whisked the shower
curtain aside and laid his little form in the tub. One of those
nice Jacuzzi tubs. Ah this was a fun moment. I reach over and
grabbed the shower head, removing it from its base. I turned the
water on and turned the nozzle onto the boy's face. Water lanced
out and splashed over his pale features.

The shock of the cold water brought him too pretty quickly. I
turned the nozzle aside and watch as he scrambled up, his little
form freaking out and his beautiful hazels eyes lashing left and
right trying to understand what was going on.

I even heard his muffled cries of confusion. I think he said
'What?! Where… Who are you! Where am I?"…

I could only assume he hadn't realized he was standing his
underwear yet, partially wet now and exposing more of his package
through the thin material.

But I leaned forward and launched a fierce slap across his face
as his hands shot up to his gag to rip it off. His little form
skidded over in the bath tub and fell T violently onto the edge
of the bathtub. Now tears and moans escaped him, but his hands
didn't go back to his face. Probably had something to do with my
grumbled threat to make his eat his own ear if he tried that
again.

But I forget my manners. It was time to address my guest as a
host.

I looked down at his shivering form in the base of the tub. His
eyes looked back up at me in fear, a red welt beginning to form
on his cheek where my hand struck him. I think I had his
attention.

"Listen up, you little bitch. You are mine. There is NO ONE who
can help you. Your parents have no clue where you are. They are
hundreds of miles away. I am the only one who can do anything for
you, good or bad." I paused, letting that sink in. He had started
to cry harder now. "So you will do what I say and when and
quickly… Or else… well, lets just say that your parents will cry
at the funeral. Do you understand?"

His little body, pale beautiful skin, leaped up and down in
violent sobbing now but he tried valiantly to keep his eyes on
me, blinking them a lot to clear the tears. His head barely
nodded in response to my words.

"Good! Now, first test! Take off your underwear!"

He hesitated.

I didn't. My hand lashed and punched his forehead which was a
little off the ground. It rocketed back and bounced off the
ceramic of the tub. It would have been impossible for more tears
to flood his face but I am sure if it had been possible, he would
have managed.

"Failure on test one. You'll pay worse for that later. Now test
2!"

Before I could even say it, his hands reached down and began
shucking off his underwear. He pulled his knees up to try and
cover his new nudity.

"Legs Down!"

He listened quickly this time but still cried heavily, his hands
now covering his little region. I let him stay like that for a
moment. But not too long.

"Hands!"

I heard him mumble 'please' over and over again through his tape
gag, but I showed no mercy and closed my fist so he could see.
His hands moved away to reveal his heavenly package.
I stood at the edge of the tub staring down at the nine year old
form in full nudity before me. His slowly beginning muscle
definition evident on his chest indicated he played sports. And
his extremely small penis, no more then an inch flaccid, fell
against his testicles, only barely beginning to descend. I
kneeled by the pool and watched as the boy tried to lean away
from me but he had nowhere to go. I just stared at him as I
reached out my hands and began to fondle his little toy. The
smoothness of his skin made me cum immediately. It spurted up
over the edge of the bathtub. And down onto the boy. He even
tried to cringe from that.

My load prematurely spent, I turned my fun into a little torture
and squeezed his little marbels. He managed a fairly loud scream
despite the gag and writhed on the bottom of the tub. His free
hands reaching up and scratching at my extended arm twisting his
jewels. Maybe it was time to do something about those.

I released him and stood up.

"Stand up Boy!"

Tears still streaming, he slowly stood up. I backed away from the
tub and motioned for him to come forward. He reached a hand down
to stabilize himself and stepped out of the tub carefully. Once
out, I leaned forward and grabbed him with my hand pulling him
towards me. "Its time to introduce you to your future." I could
feel him shaking under my fingers. I was sure his eyes were
darting left and right thinking escape. I hadn't broken him yet
but that would come in time. I kept a strong grip on his neck
with my hand and I guided him in front of me back to the bedroom.

I walked him over to the bureau where a pair of hand-cuffs
rested. I spun him around so his back leaned against the drawers.
His eyes were wild with fear. I reached a finger out and ran it
over the skin of his face, feeling the smoothness of youth. I was
jealous of that. I reach over him a grabbed the hand-cuffs and
watched his eyes widen further. I grabbed one hand and placed the
left cuff on and then pulled his other hand forward and clapped
the second cuff on. They bit down deep into his skin and I saw
him wince in pain. Oh this boy was in for an awakening.

I took a moment to fondle his penis again while he stood there;
Rubbing it between two fingers. It is impossible for young boys
to control their penis and I smiled as the attention brought his
little soldier to salute. "You see boy…you like this. You just
don' know it yet." He tried to shake his head but I wasn't paying
attention.

I had dropped to my knees and took his Penis in my mouth. He
bucked backwards in surprise, shaking my bureau but he was too
small to actually harm anything. I felt him melt a little as I
continued my oral ministrations to his little penis.

I do not recall how long it took as time flies for me when a
boy's penis is in my mouth and under my tongue. But I remember
the moment he had an orgasm, his hips thrusting forward into my
face instinctually and his little prick jumping and twitching out
of control. I was disappointed nothing came out but I was sure I
would have this boy long enough to eventually taste him better.
For now, I just let his shrinking penis slip from my wet lips and
stared at it and his hairless form for a while.

Suddenly, I said, "Time to meet the rest of the family."

I couldn't tell if it was more fear or hope that blossomed in his
eyes when I said that. Maybe he though someone else in the house
would take pity on him or something. Well, again, he had a shock
coming.

I led him down the stairs in the same manner, my hand on his neck
guiding him. His hands were handcuffed before him and the gag had
stayed on well. Every few steps I reached around the boy and
played with his testes. I liked juggling them with my fingers. My
penis was getting hard again. Next, I would explore the boy's
backside maybe.

We came to a door, the usual spot for a basement door and I
reached forward and opened it. Only darkness showed. I pushed him
forward and we descended into the darkness. Sounds came out of
the dark, whimpers and growls and meows and other darker ones.

When my feet hit the concrete floor, I reached up and caught the
trailing string above me and pulled it. Light flared into the
room, my favorite room. Cages aligned each wall. Two steel tables
laid out in the center of the room, straps on them. In each of
the cages, a dog moved restlessly or a cat. In one, there was a
monkey.

I pushed the boy deeper into the room where the back cages came
into view. These were almost smaller then the other animal cages
and in them were different kind of animal all together, one I
like to call 'Little Toys'. In 5 cages, the forms of little boys
were placed, ever so tightly squeezed into the cages. Some of
them had blindfolds, others didn't and there eyes watched with
fear as I brought the new boy home. They were all gagged and
cruelly tied. Each of their little penises were purple, turning
such from the leather thongs tied around the base of their
genitals. These boys didn't cry anymore, instead they just had
resigned looks of expectation and fear. My new addition pissed
himself right then and there. Oh this would be fun.