Jay's Torture, copyright 2010 by RichlandJoey. All rights reserved.
If the concept of a male of legal age submitting to abuse and torture at the hands of a sadistic Man offends you, then you've obviously come to the wrong site.
Jay's Torture
Chapter 1
I have, over time, developed a serious sadistic streak. Sure there was a natural tendency to enjoy inflicting pain on another guy all along but that feeling has been enhanced and reinforced by the countless number of times I've made arrangements for meeting submissive boys, only to be stood up. I've lost track of the number of times this has happened and the number of hours seemingly wasted on the various bondage and slave websites trying to fulfill my needs. I absolutely detest being fucked with in that manner and it was time to release some of this pent up animosity.
The unfortunate but willing recipient of wrath turned out to be Jay. He was truly a pretty boy, 30 years old, about 6 feet tall, 170 pounds of toned body mass, dark blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a nice smile. He was equally appealing below the belt - 8 inches of hard meat above a pair of walnut-sized nuts contained in a hairless sack. But what made my intended victim the most appealing was his body hair. There was a light dusting of hair on his arms and legs, and equally appealing coating of hair on his chest with a treasure trail leading down to his neatly cropped pubic hair. What really got me going, though, was the perpetual 5 o'clock shadow he sported on his face. The boy could have just shaved yet still show that shadow of hair down his jaw line and across his chin and upper lip...the "look" that was guaranteed to rev up my motor and get my juices flowing!!!
I met the boy on one of the popular slave websites. In some respects, he was different than the other cocky little shits who only seem to be on-line to play their little games. Jay contacted me first and expressed an interest in the list of activities I'd included in my profile. That surprised me a bit as I had intentionally included some of the more extreme and edgy forms of abuse and torture. Equally as surprising was his candidness during out chat sessions - about what had been done to him in the past, how it wasn't totally satisfying and about his fantasies that nearly every extreme form of BDSM be pushed to a pain level of 10 - without limits. This was turning out to be the kind of boy I wanted to have at my mercy!!!
We also discussed the obvious challenges that existed, mainly that he was on the East Coast while I was on the West Coast. He assured me that wasn't a problem for him, nor was being able to take the time off from work to pursue his deepest desires. He apparently had quite a bit of vacation time saved up and needed to "use it or lose it." Near the end of the second week of our continuing chat sessions, we got more into specifics about our locations and began talking about pushing the extremes to pain level 10. In the middle of the discussions, my computer alerted me to an incoming e-mail message. I opened the new message and was shocked to see a travel confirmation for Jay to arrive at my local airport in less than 48 hours!!! When I returned to the chat window, there was a message waiting for me. It read, "I am willingly travelling to you but I do not want to willingly submit to whatever abuse and torture you have planned for me. Please Sir, provide me enough instructions so you can abduct me as soon as possible after I leave the terminal."
Thinking fast and knowing the layout of our small, regional airport, the obvious abduction point would be the parking garage. Since he would be arriving at night, the place would be dimly lit and I knew there were no security cameras to record my actions. In addition, he was flying in on a Thursday and there would be few other passengers to disturb us as most of the travel into and out of the airport occurred over the weekend. I instructed him to travel with only a single carry-on bag in which he would bring a complete change of clothes and 3 extra pair of underwear. When he exited the terminal and crossed the road, he would enter the parking garage, turn to his right and proceed to the end of the structure. Near the end of the building, he would see my silver Nissan parked and unlocked. He was to place his carry-on bag in the back seat, to get into the front passenger seat and wait for my arrival. He acknowledged the instructions and closed the chat window.
I went back to the travel confirmation and saw at the top of the page that it was a round-trip ticket from his local airport to mine. Wanting to know how much time I would have him at my mercy, I scanned to the bottom of the page and was surprised to read, "Return fight to be scheduled at a later date." He had purchased an open-ended round-trip ticket. Essentially, Jay was mine to do with as I pleased for as long as I wanted!!!
Realizing I had less than 2 days to prepare for what appeared to be an extended stay by my victim, I did a quick assessment of my "consumables", both BDSM-related and food. The supply of BDSM devices was more than adequate to cover me for weeks...the food needed some supplementing so I make a quick list and headed out to stock up on the essentials. In addition, since what I had planned for him during his captivity would be physically taxing, I stocked up on protein drinks, energy drinks and bars, and plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables. I also added to my cart a large first aid kit as well as extra tubes of antibiotic creme, ibuprophen and gauze bandages...no responsible sadist would be without an adequate supply! I wanted to keep his stamina up while breaking him.
Arriving home and organizing my supplies, I surveyed my efforts and determined that I was prepared to show slave Jay the time of his life. All I had to do was wait for his arrival to begin his term of captivity and torture.
The two days passed quickly as my anticipation grew. Thirty minutes before his plane was to land, I was already in the parking garage, my vehicle positioned for him to locate. I was standing on the landing of a stairway that led to the second floor of the parking garage, able to see anybody that walked by but, being in the shadows, protected the secrecy of my position. A low rumbling overhead signaled the arrival of his airplane and, following a short taxi to the terminal, the passengers began deplaning. From my hidden position, I noted only 3 people cross the street to the parking garage and fortunately, two of them proceeded to vehicles at the opposite end of the garage, well out of sight for the activities about to take place.
My handsome blond victim entered the garage and turned right as expected. >From my position, I could see that his on-line photos didn't do him justice - he was a stunning example of masculinity. He was dressed in tight jeans and a well-fitting pullover shirt, his head topped off with a baseball cap cocked at an angle. As instructed, he was carrying just a backpack slung over his shoulder. He walked confidently toward my vehicle, looking straight ahead. As he passed my position, I quietly descended the steps and slid into the shadows along the wall, staying behind his forward-moving position. He spotted my vehicle and, as instructed, opened the back door and placed his backpack on the rear seat. I made my move. As he closed the door, I reached my quarry from behind and quickly wrapped the fingers of my left hand around his neck, pressing slightly on his windpipe.
Only a small gasp came from my intended victim and I said, in a low growl, "Don't move, don't make a sound. Do you understand?" He nodded silently.
Fishing in my pants pocket, I extracted a pair of police handcuffs and held them in front of his face. "Put these on," I growled and compressed his windpipe a bit more, "and no funny business."
He slowly reached up and took the cuffs from my hand. He snapped one cuff around his right wrist and was going to cuff his hands in front of him when I pinched his neck and said, "Behind your back - NOW."
He quickly complied and I soon heard the ratchet of the second cuff as it closed around his left wrist. Reaching down with my free hand, I squeezed both cuffs tighter, forcing a slight groan from my captive victim. With the back of the handcuff key, I locked the cuffs in position and pulled a small roll of electrician's tape from my pocket. Still working from behind him, I tore off two short strips of tape and placed them over his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. I then opened the front car door and guided him inside, seated in the front passenger seat. I engaged the seat belt and placed a pair of dark glasses over his eyes to hide the tape from casual observers.
Walking around the car, I got in the driver's seat and started the engine. My prisoner sat passively in the seat next to me, perhaps breathing a little faster as the excitement and uncertainty of his situation ran through his mind. I reached over and pinched his left nipple hard, eliciting a groan from him. With a final twist, I released the hard nub and lowered my hand to the pronounced bulge in his jeans, which seems to have grown a bit. Cupping the mound in my hand, I gave it a good hard squeeze and smiled wickedly as my victim squirmed in response to the sudden pain.
Releasing the firm mound of man-flesh which had become even more firm at my grasp, I started the car, exited the parking garage and began the brief ride to my home and his temporary prison.
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To be continued.........
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