Pretty boy

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On a sweltering New Jersey afternoon, three hairy Italians stood in a long, dark corridor, watching through the aluminum windows a lively boy in very tight shorts descending the YMCA stairs.

“That’s him,” the leader of the three said, pointing at the boy as he walked down the aisle. “

His ass’s about to burst out of his pants, haha.”

The boy was short, looking like the kind of young, sexy boy next door, his tight shorts outlining his shapely, firm buttocks as he walked. He was about twenty-three, the leader’s type.

“Tonight, I want him. Bring him here, don’t tell him anything, blindfold him, plug his ears. Whatever you do, I don’t think you can’t handle it, huh?”

“Yes, boss,” Mark and Frankie agreed.

“See you tonight.”

Mark and his companion were both six-foot-tall, muscular men with bushy beards and crew cuts. By comparison, the boy looked like a chick, and they figured bringing him wouldn’t be too difficult. They followed the boy in their car, and when he entered his apartment building, the two men parked and got out. Mark stayed at the apartment door while Frankie inquired about the boy in the neighborhood.

It was an Italian neighborhood, so things were easy; everyone knew their neighbors. In about twenty minutes, they learned the boy's name was Eddie Michel, and that he lived alone in the back room on the second floor. Frankie also learned that the apartment had a back door and a small alley leading directly to their parking spot.

Nobody remembered the boy much more. He had just moved in, and the neighbors said he was a quiet young man who mostly stayed indoors, but always greeted them warmly when he saw them. That was all the information they had from the neighbors; nothing particularly noteworthy.

They waited outside the building for about an hour. It was getting dark, and they hoped the boy would come out on his own. However, they weren't so lucky. Just then, a delivery guy arrived in front of the house. This was Jack, a short, stocky guy who often delivered pizzas to the neighborhood, and everyone knew him. They called out to Jack and asked if the delivery was for Eddie.

Sure enough, it was. So they paid for the pizza and said they were visiting Eddie's house and could take the delivery upstairs.

"Heh, this Jack is pretty sturdy, the boss's type. Should we take him home with us?" Frankie joked.

They went back to their car and took out a small backpack containing some restraints. Frankie carried the backpack up the stairs, with Mark following behind carrying the pizza. Outside Eddie's door, Frankie took out some gray duct tape from the bag and tore off a long strip. He also took out a pair of earplugs and put them in his pants pocket—they were excellent at blocking sound—and then hung a pair of handcuffs on his belt. He hid behind the door, ready to rush in and help Mark subdue the boy as soon as the door opened. Once ready, Mark knocked. Eddie opened the door.

"Ah, hello, thank you. Put it on that table, I'll go find some change."

He turned and left the room to find his wallet. He was only wearing white, tight-fitting bullet-shaped underwear, his buttocks barely visible. The two large men silently followed him into the room. Mark placed the pizza on the table, and Frankie rushed over, grabbed Eddie by the throat, forced him to kneel, and quickly taped Eddie's mouth shut. Then, it was a matter of procedure. Eddie let out a low, surprised groan through his gagged mouth. Frankie grabbed Eddie's arm and twisted it backward, handcuffing him.

Eddie twisted in fear, trying to break free, but against the two large men, his struggles were futile. Frankie took out earplugs and plugged Eddie's ears, fastening the clips so they wouldn't slip out.

"Go find some clothes for him," Frankie said. "We can't take him out like this."

Eddie struggled, but it was all in vain against Frankie's strong arms.

Mark went into Eddie's bedroom and brought out a pair of jeans and a few magazines.

"Look what I found!" They were several "bondage and gag" magazines.

"Haha, boss, you've got foresight, knowing he likes this. Help me turn him over and put the pants on him. I need to tie his feet up so he doesn't kick around."

Frankie and Mark together laid Eddie face down on the floor.

"He'll definitely like this, look, his underwear is a little wet in the front."

Eddie was still struggling, so Frankie simply sat on Eddie's chest, immobilizing him.

He grabbed Eddie's legs and spread them apart so Mark could put the pants on. Mark stopped halfway through putting the pants on Eddie.

“Why don’t we give him some experience first? He’ll be getting a lot of experience later!”

Mark pulled out a black rubber anal plug. Frankie gripped Eddie’s legs firmly, and Mark applied lubricant to the plug. It seemed a bit too big for Eddie. Mark quickly pulled off Eddie’s underwear and pressed the anal plug against Eddie’s tight anus. He paused, then thrust the large thing in all at once.

A muffled groan came from the boy’s mouth, which was sealed with tape; it was undoubtedly painful, and his rear end was likely injured. Frankie forced his legs together, clamping the anal plug between them. Mark then took out a pair of shackles, locked them to Eddie’s feet, and helped him stand up. Tears streamed from the boy’s eyes, but they checked his groin; it was still hard. They quickly put his pants back on and then pulled a t-shirt over his head.

“Alright, that’s about it. Hand me that strap,” Frankie said. “Get that big, all-purpose gag.”

Mark pulled out a three-inch-long gag with a thick leather strap. “This one’s good.”

Mark ripped the tape off the boy’s mouth and, just as he was about to scream, quickly shoved the gag down his throat, silencing the pitiful cry. He tightened the strap. From the living room window, they could see the back door of the apartment and the dark alley.

The street was quiet. Mark went downstairs and drove the car over. Frankie took an exaggerated clown mask from his backpack, with a big smiling face, a round red nose, and a clump of messy blue hair on top. He approached Eddie and listened to his breathing. Finding nothing wrong, he put the mask on Eddie’s head. With the mask on, no one could tell that Eddie was blindfolded and gagged. He laughed and dragged Eddie downstairs, pretending it was just a joke.

Mark's car was parked at the back door. He got out, opened the trunk, and helped Frankie shove the poor boy, whose anus was plugged, into the back seat. Mark went to the driver's seat, while Frankie sat next to Eddie. As the car started moving, he took out a pair of scissors and cut Eddie's clothes into pieces.

"It's a shame such a beautiful butt isn't showing; it looks better naked," Frankie muttered to himself.

Since Eddie couldn't hear anything now, Frankie looked at the boy's front again; it was still as hard as a rock. In fact, the large, soaking wet area was practically transparent. Frankie checked the anal plug again; it was fine, still in the same position. He seemed to have adapted to the enormous intrusion; the tears on his face had dried, and he looked quite comfortable now.

Frankie laid Eddie down on the back seat, then climbed into the front. The road to his home wasn't far; he needed to rest. Occasionally, he'd turn back and push the anal plug in forcefully, making sure it was deep inside him.

As the car drove towards its destination, the boy in the back seat, blindfolded, gagged, and handcuffed, thought about what was about to happen. Eddie was always ready for this kind of adventure; he'd experienced pranks before, but this time was different—it was real. It seemed he was in trouble, just like in those adventure novels he often read online. "

Damn it, I'm going to be raped!" A strange excitement welled up inside him. They could do anything to me! Eddie knew he secretly enjoyed being a masochist, but this was the first time he'd been blindfolded and gagged, and held captive by two strangers. The thought filled him with fear.

Although he couldn't do anything about what was about to happen, his penis remained hard. He hadn't masturbated in a week, and hadn't had an orgasm since being fucked by two Israeli guys in a public toilet. His testicles were bulging with ammunition, even a little painful, which was exactly what he was looking forward to.

The car stopped in front of a small garage, where the owner was waiting, a cigar dangling from his mouth, looking very happy. The two kidnappers described the whole thing to him. Then Frankie opened the back door of the car and pulled the boy out. He was a little unsteady at first, the shackles pressing on his feet until they were numb, but after a while, he was okay.

"What the hell is this?" the owner said.

He congratulated the two big guys on their excellent work and handed them each an envelope containing cash.

"You two go find some fun, but don't cause trouble, I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning to bail you out of the police station." He grabbed Eddie's arm as he saw the two satisfied guys off.

"Come here, beautiful clown," the owner said.

They led Eddie into the room, down a few stairs, through a corridor, and down several more flights of stairs.

Finally, they brought him to a dungeon, a large, black room carpeted with soft velvet. Eddie, still in shackles, was brought to the center, and the boss commanded him to stand still. The boss removed the clown mask, smiling as he admired the kidnapped boy, then removed the earplugs.

"Listen, little guy," he said, "I'll put it simply. I kidnapped you not for money, of course, that's obvious, but for sexual needs. I'm the boss, and you're my slave. Your name is Slave, Asshole, Honey Hole, and so on—any name I can think of. You don't need to speak unless I tell you to. Your obedience will determine how long you stay here."

He then put the earplugs back in. The boss took a silver collar from the wall and locked it around the boy's neck. As he cut open the boy's shorts with a knife and pulled the anal plug from his dry buttocks, the boy couldn't help but whimper. Then, the steel shackles were replaced with leather ones, connected by a 36-inch retainer, spreading his legs almost to their limit. Then, the boss removed the gag from the boy. He patiently watched the boy's reaction, but was disappointed.

The boy cursed, "I won't do it, I won't agree to anything, you son of a bitch, you won't...my..."

The cursing was interrupted as the boss smiled and forcefully pushed the boy down, making him kneel on the ground, and inserted two of his fingers into the boy's mouth, gagging him and forcing him to swallow.

The boss removed the blindfold and earplugs, speaking in a serious, earnest voice, "Listen, the more you resist, the happier I feel. But you're mine, you're like a piece of meat, I can do whatever I want with you. From now on, I'll control everything you do—your eating, sleeping, talking, everything you do, understand?"

Then he put the earplugs back in. Eddie's gaze swept across the dungeon; the walls were covered with torture instruments, the floor held interrogation tables, cages, and many other items he couldn't identify. Before he could even finish looking at them, a black rubber hood was placed over his head, and another gag was forced into his mouth, forcing his head down towards the ground. He finally understood the cruel reality he faced. But this was just the beginning. Being kidnapped was only the prelude. He might have to stay here for many days, and perhaps that damned boss planned to keep him here even longer. A chill ran down his spine, making him tremble uncontrollably.

The trembling slave knelt on the ground, head bowed, legs forced apart, his firm, elastic buttocks fully exposed to the boss's view. The boss pulled a chain from the ceiling and secured it to the boy's handcuffs. An enema device was ready; the boss applied lubricant to the nozzle and inserted it deeply into the slave's body. Then he pressed a button, and the nozzle expanded slightly inside the slave, ensuring that not a single drop of liquid would leak out during the enema.

The boy calmly accepted everything, completely obedient without resistance. The valve opened, and warm soapy water flowed into his body. The chain connected to the slave's handcuffs passed through a pulley in the ceiling, and the boss tightened the chain, pulling the slave's arms tightly towards the ceiling. The boy made a protesting gurgling sound from the gag, but this only excited the boss more.

The boy remained in this position, and the enema device worked relentlessly on his genitals. Meanwhile, the gag in his mouth seemed to go deeper, compressing his breathing and causing his hormones to surge, making him dazed. After half an hour, the boss changed his slave's position, making him squat and placing a toilet underneath him. When the gas in the nozzle was released, accompanied by an unimaginable stench, he gushed out a fountain of filthy fluid. As the slave groaned as he emptied his body, the boss prepared another enema solution, this time just water. As soon as the slave finished defecating, the boss repeated the process, inserting the nozzle, filling it with gas, and opening the valve, wanting the slave to be completely clean.

When the slave emptied his body for the second time, the boy's groans indicated that his sensations were now even more intense. In fact, his entire mindset had changed. Warm waves of pleasure flowed from his genitals, spreading around his anus. His penis was now swollen, but more sensitive than ever, like a virgin about to have his first sexual intercourse. All his resentment towards the boss had vanished. Now, all he needed to do was be properly trained, treated like a toy for others to use. The enema was over, and the boss dried his lower body with a warm towel.

The boss bent down behind the slave. It was time to fuck him. But before that, he put a black chastity belt on the slave, fastening it tightly around his waist, and then inserted the slave's penis into that narrow space. Before the boss did this, the slave was inevitably excited, but the boss forcefully put the chastity belt on that hard object, relentlessly trying to press down until it finally realized that the space given to it was not enough to keep him excited enough. Of course, the pain also made it submit.

Attached to the base of the chastity belt was a leather strap that would cover the slave's buttocks and connect to the waistband. A large anal plug was fixed to it; this was a device to keep his anus engorged after the boss had finished. The boss lubricated his own penis, a nine-inch monster whose numerous veins made it appear exceptionally terrifying, even surpassing that of a fully grown male deer.

He positioned himself comfortably, aimed his penis directly at the slave's anus, and thrust in forcefully and quickly. A sound came from inside the mask—it was probably a scream, but not in a normal way. The slave's rectum was clearly not used to this enormous thing. The boss pulled his penis out completely and then thrust it in all the way again. This was how the boss worked, until he reached his climax. The boss didn't wait for his monster to fully soften; as soon as he pulled it away from the slave's buttocks, he immediately inserted the anal plug, tightening the belt and locking it around his waist.

He helped the slave up, unlocked the slave's handcuffs, replaced them with a soft leather restraint set, and hung the slave's hands high on hooks in the ceiling, so high that the slave had to stand on tiptoe to touch the ground.

The boss took a wooden board, spun it around behind the slave, and then slapped his buttocks hard with all his might. Each slap was accompanied by a muffled groan from inside the mask, turning his buttocks bright red. As the pain of this blow penetrated deep into the slave's brain, the master lowered him from the hook and re-tied his hands behind his back. No further force was needed; the slave naturally knelt on the ground.

The master removed the leather mask from the slave, but immediately blindfolded him. The master moved to face the slave, who struggled to move his mouth, trying to say something. The master grabbed his chin with one hand, forcefully pulling it open. Then he shoved his limp penis inside.

The master grabbed a small clump of the slave's hair, removed one of his earplugs, and warned, "If even a single drop of liquid spills, the punishment you receive will be beyond your imagination."

He continued to pull the slave's hair, and a warm liquid flowed into the slave's mouth. The slave understood, diligently cleaning the master's penis with his tongue, sucking and swallowing forcefully. However, he wasn't fast enough; a drop or two of white liquid dripped from his long-blocked mouth onto the carpet.

“Not too good.”

He put the earplugs back in, then squeezed the slave’s chin hard again, opening his mouth wide, and shoved a large rubber ball into it. The ball was deformed between the slave’s teeth, but eventually slid in. The boss took out plastic tape and sealed the slave’s mouth completely, though this was unnecessary; the slave couldn’t possibly push the ball out with his tongue. Next, the boss made some changes to the slave’s penis. He put a diaper on him and secured it to his body with safety pins.

The boss then unfastened the restraining bars on the shackles and put a pair of rubber shorts on him. The rubber shorts pressed tightly against the diaper and chastity belt. The pressure of the rubber shorts could be felt as they dug deep into the slave’s skin. Wearing these rubber shorts, even if the slave wanted to urinate, not a single drop of fluid could leak out.

The boss then laid the slave flat on the ground, face down. He bound the slave's feet with leather straps, then his knees, then his thighs. A sleeping bag was placed beside the slave, and he laboriously stuffed the slave into it. Once the slave's lower body was inside, he tightened the sleeping bag and unlocked the slave's handcuffs. The slave knew he had no chance of standing up on his own, so he let the boss do as he pleased. The boss helped him put his hands inside the sleeves of the sleeping bag.

The boss admired his new slave for a while, then spent some time removing the rubber ball from the slave's mouth. He put a black soft leather hood on the slave's head, tightening the straps at the back of the hood. The hood had a zipper at the mouth, which was currently zipped up. The slave tried to say something, but the sounds coming from inside the hood were probably unintelligible. The boss unzipped the hood, and as the slave tried to speak, he inserted a penis-shaped gag, then zipped the hood up again.

The foreman continued to slip the upper part of the sleeping bag over the slave's body, tightening it again with D-rings from the shoulders down. He dragged the sleeping bag to a pillar and secured the slave and sleeping bag to the pillar with D-rings as well. The slave was now completely solidified, unable to move an inch inside the sleeping bag. Even his fingers were pressed tightly against his sides, making breathing difficult; in fact, the gag and mask made even a deep breath impossible.

His penis swelled uncontrollably inside the chastity belt, struggling to fill every cramped space within the belt's cups, while his testicles pressed against his body. Suddenly, the anal plug began to vibrate. The foreman activated it with a wireless remote control. This further increased the pressure and pain on the slave's body.

Of course, in this state, the slave had no idea how long this process lasted—minutes or hours? This wasn't important, but the intense urge to defecate from the two deep enemas, the residual water in his body, and the liquid the boss forced him to drink was unbearable. His bladder was on the verge of bursting, putting even more pressure on his groin. He tried to endure it longer.

He didn't know why the boss had put diapers on him; perhaps that was the boss's intention—to control everything about him. However, the throbbing pain in his bladder finally overcame his will; even the pleasure from the vibrating anal plug couldn't alleviate the pain. He couldn't hold it in any longer; the relaxation was quick, and the diaper was instantly soaked.

The slave's will completely collapsed, and he fell into a deep sleep. At this moment, the boss came to him again, unbuttoned a small button on the chest of his sleeping bag, revealing his left nipple. He wantonly pinched, squeezed, and teased it, making it swell and turn red as if on fire. Then came the other one; the boss didn't spare his right nipple either. As his nipples hardened under the boss's rubbing, a pair of strong nipple clamps clamped them. Every half hour, just as he was getting used to it and about to fall asleep, the boss would come and loosen the clamps to allow blood circulation, then clamp them again from a different angle. Both clamping and loosening brought intense pain and pleasure; his nipples became increasingly sensitive, and he couldn't fall asleep.

The next morning, the boss finally decided to take him down from the pillar and free him from his leather cage. However, the diaper and mask remained. The boss massaged his hands and feet for a while to help them recover from numbness, then had the slave do half an hour of jump rope exercises. Afterward, the slave was ordered to kneel on the ground.

He unzipped the hood and removed the penis-shaped gag, replacing it with his own, and gave the slave some water. Of course, he was warned not to leak a single drop. The gag was put back in, and the zipper was zipped up again. The anal plug continued its obedient work. The boss led the slave to the cage, a rather small one. The boss helped the slave squeeze through the opening at the top of the cage. The slave struggled to bend his body, allowing the boss to lock the cage. But this was only the beginning.

The boss threaded a rope through the cage, looping it around the slave's body at the nipple level, and tied it to the cage along with his upper arm. The boss pulled the rope taut, pressing the slave's back tightly against the cage. The slave could only desperately lower his head, his collar pressing against his chest and chin. The boss then secured the collar to the top of the cage. The boss didn't forget the slave's hands and feet, securing them to the other end of the cage with ropes as well. While the slave was inside the cage, his diaper was, of course, soaked through again.

The vibrating anal plug continued to stimulate his rear.

Another day passed, and the boss finally released him from the cage, removing his rubber shorts, diapers, chastity belt, and finally the anal plug. He was now only wearing leather shackles and a blindfold.

The boss led him to two separate pillars, securing his hands and feet to them, and making him stand in an "X" shape between the pillars. The slave moved his mouth to regain his ability to speak, but the boss immediately put a horse-bite-shaped gag in his mouth. This gag was not as effective as the previous one; the slave felt he could still speak, but at that moment, a burning pain shot through his buttocks again.

He immediately let out a scream: "No...don't..."

"Alright, kid. Your performance was terrible. I guess this gag isn't tight enough, is it?" The boss said, tightening the gag's leather strap two notches more.

"As long as I hear your scream, you need to learn a lesson, you slut. You son of a bitch always speaks without my permission. It's utterly disappointing. You need to learn a lesson, a

lesson you'll never forget." The boss raised the wooden board high and brought it down with all his might. The slave screamed incessantly. Even through the tight bit, the screams were clearly audible. Of course, without that thing, the sound would be louder and clearer, but the boss was already satisfied with the current sound.

Then, another scream, accompanied by the slave's scream, even louder than before. The boss mercilessly beat him ten or so times. The slave's cries were now laced with sobs, "Please let me go!!!"

The boss showed no mercy, delivering another ten or so blows. Finally, it was over. The boss untied the slave from the post, made him lie face down with his buttocks raised, and for the second time, he conquered him with his enormous weapon. After finishing, the boss tied the slave back to the post and put earplugs in his ears. That night, the boss came to take him down, removed the earplugs, unlocked his shackles, and told him he could go home. The boss handcuffed the slave's hands behind his back, put the urine-soaked diaper and rubber pants on him, and removed the gag from his mouth.

The slave was finally able to speak clearly for the first time: "Boss?"

The boss was clearly surprised: "Hmm? Little darling."

"Excuse me, boss, aren't you going to keep me as your sex slave? Just like you like."

Clearly, his inner self had been completely conquered while he was alone on the two pillars binding him.

"Go back to your apartment first, my good slave. When I decide I need you again, you'll be unexpectedly tied up here again." After saying this, the boss taped the slave's mouth shut and put the earplugs back in.

"But for now, you'd better treat this experience as an accidental dream and get as far away from me as possible with your cute ass!" Eddie was handed over to Frankie and Mark. The boss instructed them to take him back and have Jack deliver a pizza to him. Mark drove their black sedan to the apartment entrance. Then he got out of the car and called to order takeout. Frankie helped Eddie up the stairs back to his room. In the room, Frankie removed the duct tape from Eddie's mouth, took out the earplugs, and placed them on the table.

Someone came upstairs; Frankie glanced at them—it was Mark.

"He's coming," Mark said.

Frankie went back into the room, unlocked Eddie's handcuffs, threw the handcuffs and keys on the table, and then the two of them left, the delivery boy, Jack, brushing past them. Jack knocked on the door just as Eddie removed his blindfold; the door wasn't closed. Jack came in and placed the pizza on the table. He saw the handcuffs, the earplugs, and Eddie, who was only wearing rubber pants and a diaper.

He put down the pizza, turned around, closed and locked the door, then turned to face Eddie and said, "Haha, I never knew you were a fan of this."

He took the handcuffs and walked over to Eddie, cuffing his hands. Little Jack pushed Eddie into the bedroom, unbuckled his belt, took off his pants, and sat down in a chair. He exuded a strong masculine odor, and his manhood seemed like a monster misplaced compared to his physique, yet it also emanated a uniquely masculine aura. He pulled off Eddie's rubber pants and diaper, placed Eddie on his lap, and slapped Eddie's buttocks with his rough hands. With his other hand, he stuffed the diaper into Eddie's mouth, then tossed it aside and ordered Eddie to swallow the enormous thing between his legs.

Eddie, like a docile pet, obeyed his command without hesitation. Eddie's peaceful life in New Jersey was forever changed. He frequently ordered pizza takeout and reveled in the humiliation Jack Jr. inflicted upon him; he thoroughly enjoyed it. But he still longed for more. He fantasized about being kidnapped again, forced into being a sex slave, a slave used around the clock. Every time he crossed the street in front of his house, he suspected someone might be secretly watching him, and that this day might come again at any moment. Therefore, he always wore clean, white bullet-shaped underwear.

[The End]

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