I don't encounter many people in this area and especially not little eye-catchers like this one. Living all alone just a few miles away in the middle of nowhere it was clear to me that I wouldn't let this opportunity pass. When asked the naive stud happily told me anything I wanted to know. That his name was Liam, that he was 23 years old and that he just finished another year in college and just wanted to get his head free from the daily routine. That is why he had searched for a way to get away from everyone - even his girlfriend - and everything for at least a few weeks. He laughingly told me he had been living from day to day since two weeks and was just traveling through the country without a plan. Hitchhiking, walking...and now he somehow ended up here with nothing more than a bottle of water, a small tent and a blanket inside his backpack. In short: He was perfect.
I told him how much I admired his spirit and that I wished him the best. But I also told him that the sun would set in maybe two hours and that this might be the opportunity for him to spend at least one night in my house. He could get some rest, new energy, a warm shower and fresh supplies. Without even hesitating he thanked me and followed me to my car. During our ride I told him how special he was and that all the others of his generations should see him as an example for his love of adventure and his will to explore. When we arrived, he looked around with big eyes. I told him that hard work in life can get someone to this point. A place of quietness and peace. We went inside and while he looked around, I prepared some drinks for us. I handed him his glass and thirty from his walk and the hot summer sun Liam drank it all down in a few gulps. Naturally he told me that he felt strange just a few minutes ago and I told him to sit down since he certainly was just exhausted. Right when he did, he fell to the side and lost his consciousness. I calmly finished my own drink and looked at the sleeping boy. He'd be gone for a few hours. There was no need to rush.
After carrying the knocked out lad down into the basement (no one came ever close to my house in years but I always had been a careful man) I put him onto my bondage table. I didn't restrained him yet since I needed to move his limbs during the preparations. I went upstaris again and returned with his backpack. I threw it into the corner and looked at my newest toy.
I let my fingers run through his curly hair, slid down over his cheeks and lips. I put my hands on his shirt and felt his chest. It slowly moved up and down and I continued feeling him up. He had exactly the type of body I enjoyed the most. Strong but not bulky, hard but not rough, smooth but not weak. I grabbed a pair of scissors and slowly began to cut his white shirt from his body. And exactly as I anticipated underneath a nicley toned and defined stomach and chest appeared. I let my hands run over his smooth abs and went down to give it a taste. My tongue slid over each muscle so I could almost taste his youth and energy. After cutting off his black shorts a nice dick was revealed. Not that I had much interest in a bitch's clit but it still was a part of him. Finally I took off his sneekers and socks and admired the now fully naked boy. He was indeed an eye-catcher and would please me well as soon as he was done. I'd later burn all his belongings. But now my attention was fixed on him.
The shaving always takes most of the time. Especially the legs. I want my fuck-toys smooth and hairless beneath their eyes and took special care in making sure not a single hair would be left. And since I had to turn him around all by myself it took my almost over an hour to get him all hairless. But it was worth it. Looking like a teenager who had skipped puberty, I could finally begin to get him dressed.
First, I put a collar around his neck and locked it in place. He wouldn't be able to get it off even if he could use his hands. Built inside the collar was a shocker of the kind that's used to train dogs. Quite fitting since there wasn't a difference between an animal and a straight bitch.
Second, I put leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles and locked them in place as well. Additionally, I also put his hands into mittens to make him feel utterly helpless as soon as he'd wake up. I then restrained his hands and feet to the corners of the table. Last, I put a muzzle gag over his mouth and too locked it in place on the back of his head. Admiring my work, I let him be, took his belongings from the corner and went outside. I threw it all into an old barrel, poured gas over it and lit it up. I watched Liams old life burn to ashes and enjoyed the sunset in the sky.
It was already dark outside when I heard the first sound from downstairs. I smiled to myself and went to the basement. Liam was fully awake and frantically trashing and pulling against his restraints. When he saw me, he rose his head and screamed at me beneatch his gag. I let him. During the first few hours it was impossible to get a kidnapped buck quiet, not even through pain. Instead I began to realize his utter helplessness by calmly feeling his smooth, naked body up again. Trying to wriggle away, he could do nothing to prevent me from tasting his defined abs again, from feeling his straining muscles and from fondling his balls. I told him that it was true what I told him in my car, that I admired his spirit. Because only that kind of naivity was responsible that fate provided me with such a delicious fuck-slave. He flinched when I said that and went quiet for the first time. I then explained in short words that this would be his life from now one: Being trained to please me with his body, mouth and pussy. When I then pulled out a welder from underneath the table he began to whimper and shake his head. I calmed him down and told him he wouldn't have to fear anything if he just behaved and that I wouldn't hurt him with that...if he held still. I then pulled out a metal cock ring and the fitting metal chastity cage. Not able to understand what I was doing Liam watched my every move with eyes as big as plates, whimpered and pleaded behind his gag. I slowly put the ring around his base and put the cage over his limb cock. I then pressed the ring and cage together and told him to shut his eyes if he didn't want to feel something worse. I ignited the welder and looked a bit down. Of course he whimpered and wriggled. The heat was almost unbearable but he knew that I could burn off his junk if he wouldn't keep it still. Not even twenty seconds later I turned it off and looked down. The cage was now permanently sealed over young Liam's straight cock.
Nothing happend after that. I left him alone in the dark and started his training the next day. There isn't much you can do with a freshly captured straight bitch who still has to learn his place. And after offering him some water and canned dog food (which he refused eating) I pulled him up into the living room. With his hands bound behind his back and his feet and legs tied together he knelt between my legs. I put a bowl next to him and turned on the TV. I then took off his muzzle (which caused him to scream for help as loud as he could) and replaced it with a huge spider-gag which kept his teeth painfully wide apart. In sheer terror he watched me taking up an almost footlong dildo. I held him in place with my legs, pulled back his head by his hair and stuffed the dildo into his vulnerable mouth.
Almost four days I did nothing else but raping that straight boy's mouth and throat with that huge dildo. With each thrust I made sure to force all of the dildo down his throat that the silicon balls always touched his chin. During the first three times he vomitted immediately into the bowl I had prepared but after that nothing was left that could have come out. Of course he gagged and coughed like the three times before, of course his body wanted to vomit but his stomach was all empty. Which is why I didn't have to stop and continued to push the dildo all the way in again and again. He cried the entire time. His eyes were bright red, countless tears of pain and desperation had fallen to the ground and litres of salvia had been running down his chin. But I didn't stop except for short breaks. After four days his throat was like a tube. He didn't gag anymore, he didn't cough. His eyes still teared up but the dildo went up and down without resistance. No gag refelx was left. And that was the day I finally used him for the first time.
I pulled out the dildo and threw it away. I turned the sobbing and whimpering boy around and freed my fully erected cock. Seeing that he began to cry. Maybe because he finally realized what he was destined for. I put one hand behind his head and pressed the crying boy on my meat. I had waited so long for that feeling. His warm mouth covered my dick and without pause I pressed it through his throat. When his nose pressed against my pubes and my balls touched his chin I held him down. I threw my head back and released a moan of pure pleasure and satisfaction. I grabbed his hair and began to force his head up and down my hard cock. He cried and sobbed the entire time. And my cock was as hard as iron. Resisting the urge to christen the straight boy with my cum in his mouth, I pulled him off and threw him on the ground. Still bound he couldn't stop me from grabbing his waist and pointing my cock at his smooth and hairless pussy. Realizing what I was going to do, he begged, cried and screamed. But all of that just made me want to fuck him more than even I could have imagined. Using his own salvia as lube, I pressed against his hole and forced my way in. He screamed in pure pain and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. Still gagged with that huge spider-gag he drooled on the floor like he had lost his mind when I began to fuck that straight college boy into his place. I groaned and moaned with a mixture of animalistic need and human euphoria like I had never felt before. His cries and his tight hole made me feel like I had left my body. And I kept pounding his virgin hole. I raped the boy's body and mind, I fucked all remaining hope out of him. And finally, I groaned in pure relief when I thrusted down one last time and began to cream the inside of the straight boy with my seed.
We both wouldn't forget that first time and even now - two years later - it was something special. Things have changed though. Liam's gone. Instead I can now enjoy my life with an eager fuck-slave with Liam's look. Instead of forcing him to submit I now wake up every morning with his warm mouth wrapped around my morning wood underneath the blanket. Depending on my mood he finishes me that way or climbs up to give me a nice morning ride. When doing so he moans like a bitch in heat while running his hands all over his still defined and hard body. Making sure he'd keep his appereance, I had forced him into a daily workout since the second week of his training. Now he does so voluntarily. He begs me to give him my cock whenever he can. While I eat, while I watch TV, even if I had just shot a load in one of his holes. He needs it. He's nothing without it. Sometimes when I look into his eyes I see something like a dead spot. Something that had been there but left and never got replaced. He's like a living sex doll now, no free will, no thoughts, no desires. The pain, the fear - the whole trauma has killed Liam's mind. All that remained was his body for me to use and abuse. And when I watch him lick and suck on my cock passioantely, I know I'll keep him for at least a few years.
he watches as they bid on him.
Even his captors were surprised. They had only freshly captured the boy, this morning. They thought they'd have to train the bitch first, for their plan to be cost effective. But the constantly increasing bidding price, on the laptop screen was telling a different story...
They could hear the boy, pathetically struggling in the background, like he has done for hours...that only made it, even more entertaining.
The captor's, only chuckled as the price was turning into ridiculous amounts of money. Bidders commenting about all the twisted and perverted things they'd do to this fuck boi, if they owned the bitch. The captor's even began stroking their stiffened cocks, as they read.
Soon, a winner was found and the captors found themselves earning a jaw dropping amount of money, for their deed.
Unfortunately, they couldn't celebrate with A victory fuck. The buyer, requested that the boy, keep his virgin status and that he be smoothly shaved, upon delivery.
No doubt, they'll take their time teasing the boy. Taunting him, that he's now a piece of owned fuck meat, while they remove his body hair. No amount of struggling or squirming can save him now...
Once done, he'll be thrown in cage, in the back of his captors van, where he'll be on route to meet his new owner
Me and my men constantly browse through countless social media profiles...because you never know what you might find and what opportunities may arise...
One trainer, found this clip of a live stream. A boy, stumbling drunk from a party. Barely able to stand up...he was perfect and ripe for capture.
Luckily, from this video, we were able to find his Facebook profile, and from that, his home address. One of our hunters was only parked 15 minutes away... it must be fate... I quickly told my man, to make an additional stop...
My guess. The boy, won't even wake up, while he's being taken. But even if he does, a rag of chloroform will quickly fix that.i did tell our hunter, to equip him with a penis gag. Slut may as well get some training in, while he's sleeping off a hangover.
But once he's secured in the facility and fully conscious. The real fun can begin...
Alright, boy, shhhh, shh, hush… keep quiet. We’ve got ya. You’re ours now.
WHEW what a rush! You got his hands secured back there? Good. Steve’s about 45 seconds away. Once he parks, he’s opening up the back and we’re gonna sprint this fucker into the cage in the back. We’ll grab his high school buddy a couple streets over and then back to the Stables we go.
How I love the capture! We‘ll be having lots of fun with you, boy.
He can't fuck his son at the store because the kid makes way too much noise when he's getting nailed. It might disturb the customers.