Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2011 13:44:07 -0700
From: mark c <tarzanguy@live.com>
Subject: The Bodybuilder and the Boy III

 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblence to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental, as are all of the situations and locations
mentioned. This story contains graphic depictions of sex between underage
males and adults, abduction, bondage,and drug use. Most of the situations
were created at the requests of readers of the previous entries. I in no
way endorse ANY of the activities that are portrayed herein. Nor should
this be used as any sort of 'instruction manual' for committing these sort
of activities. If you are underage or it is illegal for you to read this
sort of material in your country or region,leave now. Questins, comments,
or suggestions are always welcome.


	      The Bodybuilder and the Boy III: Innocence Lost

      Cody was troubled.  Ever since his sexual encounter with Josh and his
buddies, Greg and Aaron, several weeks ago he couldn't get the thoughts of
hot guys and big cocks out of his mind.  The things that Josh had shown him
on the internet, or the fact that the two of them had messed around
together a few times since, had only made things worse.  He had never
mentioned what had occurred to anyone, but at his scout meetings the
leaders had brought up the evils of man-to-man sex several times, even
giving Biblical quotes to support their point of view.
      He couldn't get what they said about it being wrong out his mind.  He
had tried everything to distract himself. He had watched basketball and
football games on TV.  He had tried playing with his friends.  Whenever he
tried some distracting activity, however, all that happened was that he
ended up daydreaming about what the athletes or his friends looked like
naked and how it would feel to touch their sensual bodies. Even in school
his little dick would get hard as he imagined what it would be like to tear
the cloths off of his classmates and have sex with them right there with
everyone watching.  The thoughts and fantasies didn't really bother him
particularly, it was the idea of how very wrong it was that had been
drilled into his head that was causing the problem.  How he wished he could
be more like his buddy Josh, who could just enjoy the feelings and pleasure
of man sex without any hang-ups.
      The feelings of guilt were especially bad this afternoon.  Only the
night before, at his scout meeting, he'd caught himself fantasizing about
sucking the cock of Mr. Hernandez, one of the scout leaders, while
Mr. Hernandez's three sons fucked his little round butt.  The attraction to
Mr. Hernandez was natural enough, with his olive skin, broad shoulders, and
just the touch of gray starting to show at the temples.  He had a certain
Daddy/ Latin Lover look to him, and his sons, with shiny black hair, large
dark eyes, and toned bodies were definitely sexy too.
      Maybe what he needed was a walk to help clear his head, he decided.
Even though he was just ten, Cody reasoned that his mother wouldn't mind
him taking a short walk since they lived in a quiet, friendly neighborhood,
where just about everybody knew everybody else.
      "Mom," Cody yelled, going down the stairs from his room, "Can I take
a walk around the block? I won't be gone long."
      "Well, I guess so. Just don't stop anywhere. If you want to stop and
play with any of your friends, call me so I won't worry. OK?" yelled his
mother back from the den.
      With that, Cody opened the door and stepped out onto his front porch,
the warm California afternoon air surrounding him as he did so.  He looked
over to Josh's house, wondering if his buddy would be going to Greg's gym
for their special workout.  NO! Cody told himself. This walk is to get his
mind off of sex for a while. Still, he couldn't keep the image of Greg's
hard, sweaty muscles and large, tasty cock from passing briefly through is
imagination.  Quickly, picking a direction, off he went.

      Damon Shaw knew exactly what to do.  He had done it dozens of times
before.  This is how he'd earned a living ever since his parents had thrown
him out at sixteen after finding him naked with their next door neighbor's
equally naked five year old son crying, tied to his bed.  It should be
easier this time though, he thought to himself.  Luckily he hadn't realize
that the gym he belonged to closed as early as it did.  He had gotten quite
a show; two very hot little boys getting royally fucked by two equally hot
muscle men.  Oh, how he'd wished he'd had his camera.  He could have made
some real money from those shots.  Fortunately for him, he'd had the
presence of mind to duck down behind the counter when he'd first noticed
the action.  Thinking ahead, he'd also followed the SUV that the boys had
gotten into after everything was over.  Now he knew just where to find
them.
      If he couldn't get that hot scene on film, at least he was certain
that he could get the boys to make their own 'movie debut'.  These sexed up
kids should be pretty easy to get going, he reasoned.  And, if they
wouldn't cooperate, he had learned ways to make them do as he wished, some
less pleasant than others.
      Ever since that fateful evening, Damon had been keeping a close watch
on the boy's houses, waiting for the right opportunity.  Keeping concealed
was of no great difficulty as he had several different vehicles at his
disposal.  Being a maker of special request boy-sex movies paid very well.
He had clients from all parts of the world that were willing to pay
thousands of dollars for films containing specific action or types of boys
that they desired.  Unless requested not to resell by the client, previous
films could also be purchased for a few hundred dollars.  These weren't
typical kidi films like those made during the '70s.  He made sure that for
the type of money that he received his customers got a quality product.
They were all shot in high-def, with full sound.  Furthermore, he also made
sure that his 'actors', previous to filming, would watch several mainstream
porn films in the genera that they themselves would be doing, so as to pick
up a few pointers and make things look as smooth and professional as
possible.  Thus far he had shot everything from first time experimentation
to simulated snuff.  He kept his clients very happy, always demanding more,
and willing to pay a great deal to get it.
      Cody found that his walk was just what he needed.  He didn't really
see too many people out.  Must be a little too warm for everyone today, he
thought.  They're probably all inside in the air conditioning.  Instead, he
focused on his surroundings, a neighbors new car, architectural details on
some of the older homes, dogs barking in the distance, etc.  His walk was
doing wonders for his mental state, giving a much needed reprieve from his
near constant thoughts of sex, and the ever more constant feelings of guilt
that they created.
      He didn't, however, notice the shiny black Hummer with the super
tinted windows that seemed to be shadowing him down the street.  Damon kept
the big vehicle just close enough to keep an eye on the kid, but far enough
back to keep from being obvious.  If anyone noticed him, they would
probably think he was just looking for an address.  Even from this
distance, Damon could still see the curves of Cody's little round ass
through his blue shorts.  His dick began to swell at the thought of the fun
he himself could have with the boy.
      Looking past the sexy, dark haired kid, Damon saw what could be his
opportunity; a four way intersection, with no traffic.  Accelerating
slowly, Damon sped past the hot youngster to the intersection and waited.
When he spied Cody getting nearer he lowered the passenger side window.
      Cody saw the big Hummer zip past him, wondering who could be inside
as he didn't recognize the vehicle as belonging to anyone he knew.
Strange, he thought, the big truck was all polished and gleaming, but the
license plate was covered with mud, making it virtually unreadable.
      Coming to the corner near the Hummer, Cody heard a man's voice call
out, "Hey kid!"
      Swiveling his head toward the voice, Cody got a glimpse of the driver
of the Hummer, and he liked what he saw.  The driver was a young man, early
twenties maybe, Caucasian and Asian mixed, with moppy straight black hair
parted down the middle, and spellbinding, slightly slanted eyes.  The
thought of what this guy looked like naked shot through Cody's brain.  He
got that funny tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach.
      "Hey kid," Damon called again, looking Cody dead in the eyes, sending
a jolt of excitement through the kid.
      Trying to control his feelings of desire, Cody responded, "Can I help
you, mister?"
      "I guess I'm lost," Damon said. "Do you know where the Dipthorns
live?"
      "Who?" asked Cody, with a look of bewilderment on his face.  He had
never heard that name or one like it before, outside of a children's story
book, that is.  Unknown to Cody, Damon had intentionally made up the most
unlikely name he could come up with so as not to accidentally name one of
the real neighbors.
      "The Dipthorns," replied Damon. "I have something to deliver to them.
Would you like to see.  Maybe once you see what I have, you might know
where it needs to go. It`s right in back here."
      "I really shouldn't," said Cody, warily.
      "It will only take a second, and you're the only person I`ve seen in
an hour. I have to get this delivered soon or they`ll probably fire me."
pleaded Damon.
      Fired, thought Cody. I don't want this hot guy to get fired because
of me.
     "Well, I guess I can take a look," Cody reluctantly replied.
     "Great!" Damon exclaimed. "Around on this side." He indicated the door
behind him.
     Cody walked around the Hummer to the other side, as Damon got out.
      "Take a look at this", said Damon as he flung the door open.  The
sight inside had the desired effect. Cody gasped and stood stunned.  The
back seat had been removed and in it's place there had been set-up a
relatively large monitor showing hardcore gay porn.
      Scanning the area, Damon grabbed Cody under the arms, and in one
movement, threw him into the back of the Hummer and slammed the door shut.
      Cody was momentarily stunned, giving Damon enough time to get into
the driver's seat and speed away.
      Turning slightly, Damon said, "Do as you are told and nothing bad
will happen to you. You'll probably even like what's coming."
      Cody, terrified, made a lunge for the door, but to his surprise,
found no handle to grab onto. He began to scream for help!
      Damon knew what to do, having been in this situation before.  After
they were several blocks away from Cody's neighborhood, Damon screeched the
Hummer to a halt next to the curb.  He jumped into the back next to the
screaming, pleading Cody.  Reaching into a small duffle bag, he produced
two pairs of handcuffs and a roll of duct tape.  Quickly, almost before the
boy knew what was happening, Cody's wrists and ankles were cuffed together.
Next Damon tore off a piece of tape and secured it across the struggling
kids mouth.  Damon then pulled out a small camera and clicked off a couple
of shots of the small, bound boy, making sure that at least one was a
close-up of the frightened look in his teary eyes.
      "Aught to be worth a `couple of bucks'," chuckled Damon cruelly.  At
that, he climbed back into the driver's seat and pulled the big truck into
traffic.  Now, how to get the other kid, he mused.
      Suddenly an idea occurred to him.  It was something that he had the
kids do on camera a few times, but had never used as a lure before.
Glancing back at the struggling angel on the floor behind him, he decided
it might be the way to go this time.  It could fuck up the kid for life,
but he'd probably enjoy it anyway.  Damon reached into the glove
compartment and pulled out the things he'd need.  Next, he turned the
Hummer around and headed back to Cody's neighborhood, hoping that he'd find
the other boy, and that the one he had already grabbed hadn't been missed
yet.  It was a huge risk, but if he got away with it, the pay-off would be
more than worth it.
      Since Damon had been watching both boys for several weeks, he was
relatively certain that he knew each one's habits fairly well.  He slid the
big black Hummer along the route that the older boy, Josh, usually took to
go to the gym and looked for a place to stop.  Once parked, Damon again
moved into the back next to the trembling kid.  He smiled to the boy in the
most kindly manner that he could muster.  Then reaching down, he began to
unbutton the little boy's blue shorts.  Even through his fear, Cody's ten
year old cock sprang to life.  Damon slid his hand into the suddenly
aroused boy's underwear and slowly stroke the small, rigid dick.  He then
lowered his face and began to nuzzle and chew on Cody's tender earlobe.
      When Cody emitted a low uncontrolled moan of pleasure, Damon
whispered into his ear, "I know you like this stuff.  I saw you, that other
hot little guy, and the two big studs going at it at the gym a few weeks
ago.  I'd really like to get some pix of you and your buddy doing each
other.  Wouldn't that be nice?"
      Suddenly a bell went off in Cody's brain, popping him out of his
horney state.  He might want pictures, but then what! Guys that do that
sort of thing don't usually let the kids just go home!  This is the kind of
guy mom was always warning me about!  The thoughts flooded through his
adolescent mind like a tidal wave. I gotta get out of here, and I can't let
him get Josh!
      Raising up, Damon saw the fresh look of panic on Cody's sweet young
face.  He knew instantly that this ploy hadn't worked.  On to plan B, he
decided.
      Through tear filled eyes, Cody saw the attractive, sinister man
remove something from the front seat.  It looked like a futuristic version
of a pipe like he'd seen people smoke in old movies.  This one was much
smaller though, and all shiny silver.  The bowl where the tobacco would go
was really small too, and he could just barely see what appeared to be a
small lump of something green in it.
      "I was thinking about saving this for you guys later, but maybe a
little taste now might be just what you need." said Damon.
      Damon carefully pulled the tape from the buy's mouth, revealing soft
pink, sensual lips.  I wonder what those would feel like wrapped around my
dick, he thought to himself.
      He then took the tape and placed it across the boy's nostrils,
forcing him to breath through his mouth.  Next he carefully placed the end
of the pipe between Cody's soft lips and lit the contents of the bowl with
a lighter from his pocket.
      As Cody breather in, the smoke from the burning marijuana hit him!
He coughed and sputtered as the acrid smoke penetrated his lungs.  Cody
tried to squirm away from the pipe and it's foul contents, but Damon held
it place.  Eventually Cody had to take another breath, and another sending
blasts of the narcotic into his system.
    Not long after the second dose, Cody stopped trying to wriggle away,
his jaw went slack, and a dreamy look filled his now glazed eyes.  Damon
saw the change and decided that it was time to proceed with his plan.  He
tugged the boy's shorts and underware down to his cuffed ankles.  He then
lowered his parted lips to the youngsters limp cock.
      Damon worked the little boy dick with his lips and tongue, getting it
rock hard to it's full three inches.  Next, he wet his finger and plunged
it between the soft cheeks of the kids butt and straight up his tight
little hole.  Cody growned, more like an animal than a high, ten year old
boy.
      Lifting his head from the throbbing cock, Damon whispered, "You like
this don't you? Yah, I can tell. It could feel even better. It could feel a
lot better with your little buddy from next door, the kid that was with you
at the gym.  You want him to have fun too, don't you?  Just imagine the two
of you together, rubbing your naked bodies together."
      The words and the drug working together seemed to have the desired
effect.  The dark haired boy got a goofy grin on his face, sloppily nodded
his head, and let out another growl of pleasure.
      "All you have to do is get him to come over to you, then you can both
feel this good, and better, together," cood Damon. "Will you help me?"
      Again, Cody raggedly nodded his head.  With that, Damon picked up the
limp child and sat him in the passenger seat.  No need to worry about him
being seen due to the extreme tinting on the windows, Damon assured
himself.  Cody's shorts and underware were still around his ankles and
occasionally Damon would massage the still hard dick and small, hairless
nuts, eliciting another gasp of pleasure.  It appeared the drug had done
it's job well, this kid's gonna be flying for a while, Damon thought.


      Better get going, It's gym time, thought Josh.  Ever since Greg had
become co-owner of Metro Fitness Josh got to work out there, no questions
asked.  He still enjoyed working out in the home gym in Greg's basement,
but usually it turned into a sweaty sex session before much weightlifting
could occure.  This was a better situation; he'd go to Metro Fitness,
workout with Greg for an hour, or if Greg was busy, he'd work out with one
of Greg's good looking bodybuilder buddies.  Then it was back to Greg's for
a couple of hours of intense sex.  Josh came to realize over the last few
weeks that he really had special feelings for Greg, beyond just the
fantastic sex.  The thought that he was falling in love briefly played
across his mind.  No time to think about that now as Josh strapped on his
backpack, jumped on his bike, and flew down the street.

      This is taking too long, Damon worried.  Someone will notice before
long that the kid's missing.  Just then, from down the block, Damon saw
Josh on his bike, headed their way.  Damon lowered the passenger window so
that Josh could see Cody.
      "Yell for you buddy to come over and get into the back seat.  If he
askes, I'm your cousin." instructed Damon to the stoned boy.
      "...Josh!" shouted Cody, a slight slur in his voice.
      Hearing his name Josh screeched to a halt and looked around, finally
spotting Cody sitting in the black Hummer.  Puzzled, Josh still astride his
bike, walked over next to Cody's window.
      "Cody, what's up? And who's this guy?" queereid Josh.
      "Get in the back seat... Cousin." slurred Cody, his adled brain doing
it's best to answer the questions.
      Leaning toward Cody's window, "I'm Cody's cousin. You can call me
`D'," lied Damon.
      "I hadn't seen the litte guy for a while and was just about to take
him for some icecream, would you like to go with us?" he added.
      "What's up with Cody? He doesn't look so good." asked Josh.
      "He's just tired. He's had a busy day, he`ll come around once we get
to the ice cream shop." Damon replied.
      "Busy dayyyy," Cody mumbled.
      Cocking his head, Josh said, "Haven't I seen you from someplace
before? You look really familiar."
      "Probably just coming and going over at Cody's house," said Damon as
sweetly as possible.  He hadn't realized that Josh might recognize him from
the gym as they had only been there at the same time once or twice.
      "That's probably it," Josh conceided.
      "So, How's some ice cream?" Damon asked enthusiastically.
      "Thanks, but I'm headed to the gym. Can't miss a workout," Cheerfully
replied Josh.
      "Which gym," asked Damon.
      "Metro Fitness," replied Josh. "I'm friends with one of the owners,"
he added proudly.
      "Really? Well, we're going to the new ice cream place that just
opened up down the street from there.  We can give you a lift.," smoothly
said Damon.
      "That would same a little energy for the workout," Josh answered.
      "It's settled then. You jump in the back, and I'll get your bicycle,"
said Damon smiling.
      Josh got off of his bike and leaned it against the side of the
Hummer.  He opened the door and stepped inside.
      "Wha...!" josh exclaimed finding no seat and a porn film running on a
monitor.
      With that, Damon immediately threw the SUV into drive and sped away,
the jerk from the rapid movement causing Josh to fall forward into the back
and the door to slam shut behind him.
      "Cody, Cody!" Josh yelled to his younger friend.
      Cody lazily turned his cute face to his friend and half-smiled.  Josh
instantly knew Cody wasn't just tired.
      "What'd you do to Cody!?" Josh screamed at Damon.
      "Shut up, Fuck-boy! You'll get to try some later." Damon replied, and
evil grin on his face.
      Josh tried to lunge at Damon, but Damon having been through this sort
of thing countless times before knew what to do.  Everytime Josh would get
up off the floor, Damon would swerve causing him to fall again.  Even when
Josh could grab onto something to steady himself, Damon, seeing through the
rear view mirror, would careen even sharper, throwing the boy against the
sides of the SUV.  This wild ride went on for some time.
      Finally, the Hummer skidded to a halt next to what appeared to be an
abandoned warehouse in a little used industrial area.  Josh had no idea
what to do next, or even, where they were.  All that he knew for certain
was that he and Cody were in big trouble.


      Greg had just finished with his last client of the day, a fat, middle
aged woman who did OK with the exercises, but very obviously refused to
follow the meal-plan that had been designed for her.  Greg said goodbye to
the woman as he glanced at the clock on the wall.  Josh was late, very
late.  Not like him.  I better call to make sure that everything was all
right, he thought to himself.  He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the
number.  Josh's mother answered almost immediately.
      "Hi, Mrs. Peters. This is Greg. Is Josh all right? He isn't here for
his workout yet," said Greg into his cell phone.
     "Not there?! He left on his bike almost two hours ago!" was her
alarmed reply.
     "Something doesn't feel right.  You call the police, I'll check the
route he normally takes to get here," answered Greg. "I'll let you know if
I find anything."
     Ending the call, Greg yelled over his massive shoulder to the girl at
the counter that something important has come up and that he would be gone
for a while, and that if Josh showed up, to call him and his parents
immediately. Greg jumped into his Escalade and sped off through the
tree-lined streets.
      Greg drove for several blocks before something got his attention.  It
was a bicycle lying at the side of the street with no houses or kids near
by. Greg scanned the bike and the area around it carefully.  It sure looked
like Josh's; all chrome, big knobby tires.  It was just like the ones the
BMX riders use.
      Greg pulled over next to the bike for a closer look.  Getting out of
the Escalade, he went immediately to check out the rear reflector.  There
it was, the letter "J" decal that Josh had stuck there as his version of a
vanity plate.
      Pulling out his phone, he called Josh's house again.  Josh's father
answered the phone on the first ring.
      "It's Greg again," he began, "I think I just found Josh's bike. It
was just lying on the side of the street.  I'm on Woodlawn.  The part that
doesn't have any houses on one side."
      "The police are here now.  They don't seem to think there is any
problem.  They said that kids are just unpredictable sometimes." stated
Mr. Peters, with a little quiver in his voice. "Maybe now we can get them
to do something and find out where my boy is.  I'll send them right over.
Jane and I will stay here in case he comes home."
      Closing the cell, Greg decided that since he had a few minutes he'd
ask the neighbors across the street if they had noticed anthing out of the
ordinary.  Starting at the sixth house down, Greg began knocking on doors
and asking questions.  No one was home at a couple of houses, but at the
second house from the corner, he may have gotten lucky.
      Mrs. Thompson was one of those busybody old women that seems to know
everything that is going on.  She was one of the hubs for all the
neighborhood gossip and always had her nose stuck into other people's
affairs.
      "I hate to bother you mam, but did you see anything odd going on
across the street this afternoon?" queeried Greg.
      "Just the Peters boy getting a ride." she replied
      "A ride?" asked Greg, worried look crossing his face.
      "Yes! In that big pretty truck that's been parked down near the
Peter's house for the last few weeks.  Must belong to someone that makes a
lot of money to afford something that nice.  Is it a friend of the family?"
stated Mrs. Thompson enthusiastically.
      "Can you tell me everything that you saw, and describe the truck in
as much detail as you can," asked Greg, more worried than ever.
      As Mrs. Thompson filled Greg in on everything, the police arrived and
began checking out the bike and surrounding area. The more she talked, the
more an image of what must have happen, and the cause, began to form in
Greg's mind.  When she described the truck, something clicked in his
memory; as they were walking in the parking lot on the night that he, Josh,
Aaron, and Cody had had that fuck session in the gym, Greg had noticed that
there was only one other vehical in the parking lot besides Aaron's and his
own.  It was a gleaming black Hummer with tinted windows.  What if, he
thought, Cody wasn't the only one that didn't realize the gym was closed
and had wandered in through the unlocked door.
      Just barely controlling his rising panic, Greg thanked Mrs. Thompson
and informed her that she would need to tell all of this to the police as
little Josh was now missing.  The now distraught elderly woman said she
would help in any way possible.
      As Greg was walking toward the police to let them know that they
needed to speak with the lady across the street, his phone rang.  It was
Josh's father again.  He informed Greg that he had just heard from Cody's
mother and that he appeared to be missing too.  Greg decided that the
disappearances had to be related to that night, and his own carelessness
about not checking the door.
      Greg informed the police that were there about Mrs. Thompson and
about what Mr. Peters had said.  He then asked if he could take Josh's bike
with him, but the cops said that it was being confiscated as evidence in
case of the worst.
      The police told Greg that they would handle it from here on, but not
to leave town as he was now also a suspect since he knew both missing boys
but was not a family member.  Greg argued that he had nothing to do with
the disappearances and that he had been at the gym all day.  The police
then informed him that they would be by the gym later to substantiate his
aliby.
      As Greg drove to Josh's house, more than a little angry that he might
be accused of harming the boy he loved, a thought suddenl struck him; the
serveilence cameras! They might have picked something up! He turned a tight
u-turn in the middle of the street and headed back to the gym.
      Once there, he went straight to his office and started rummaging
through the servilence DVDs.  They were changed every two days, labeled for
dates, and kept for three months before being discarded.  There was quite a
collection to go through, but he was determined.
      After finding the right one, he slipped it into the DVD player in his
office, turned on the monitor, and pulled up to the screen.  He couldn't
afford to miss a detail.  The boy's lives might depend on it.
      After skipping through to the right date and approximate time, he hit
pay dirt!  There, just before nine o'clock, and just minutes before he,
Aaron, and the boys came out, he saw someone he recognized run out the door
and get into the Hummer.  Damon, something, was his name; good looking
Amer-Asian guy, great tan, toned, athletic build, Greg remembered.
      Greg turned to his computer and started searching the membership
records for Damon's last name and address.  He would have to show the
surveilence DVD to the police of course so that Damon could be matched to
the Hummer that Mrs. Thompson had seen.  What if they started asking too
many question about what two grown men were doing in the gym with two young
boys after hours?  It didn't matter, he concluded.  He'd go to prison if
necessary if it ment that Josh, the boy that he began to suspect that he
had fallen in love with, and cute little Cody would be OK.
      At last he found it: Damon Shaw, 420 Hemmings Way.  Greg rang the
police and told them what he'd found.  They said that they'd be right over
to see the disk for themselves.  Now Greg had to come-up with a good
excuse, that sounded reasonable, as to why everyone was there on the night
in question.


      Josh and Cody, who was finally starting to come down off his high,
had been forced, at gun-point into a small, high ceilinged room.  A single
cot was the only furnishing.  Mounted in the corner opposite the cot, near
the only door, was a large flat paneled monitor.  The single floeurescent
fixture suspended high above shed far too much light into the tiny space.
The boys had been here for what must have been hours.
      At last the door opened.  Damon was standing there, revolver in hand.
He had removed his shirt, revealing hairless well defined pecs and a
washboard stomach.  Though not a huge bodybuilder like Greg, Josh still had
to admit to himself, even under the circumstances, that the guy was pretty
sexy.
     "OK guys. It's time to get started," he said, smiling evily.
     "Get started at what?" Josh asked, his voice trembling.
     "I'm gonna make you and Cody stars, Slut Boy," replied Damon.
     "Huh?" was all Josh could muster, not understanding.
     "I think I'll start with Cody. Get over here kid," Damon ordered. The
boy started to cry.
     "Now!" he demanded, leveling the gun at Cody's head.  The boy got up
off the cot and dragged himself to the door, crying the whole time.  When
the kid got to the doorway, Damon, grabbing him by the collar, shoved him
into the other room, which Josh couldn't see from his vantage point.  Once
Cody was through the doorway, Damon slammed the door shut and relocked
it. Josh put his ear to the door, but all the sound from the other side was
muffled.
      Cody found himself in a large room with what appeared to be some sort
of set on one side, like he had seen put together for a school play.  It
consisted of fake, light blue painted walls, and a large square of
off-white carpet for a floor.  For furniture there was a large stuffed
chair, night stand and a large brass bed.  Cody noticed that there were
lots of lights pointed at the set.  There were four cameras on stands at
various places pointing at the set too.  He figured that these were some
sort of professional cameras since they were considerably bigger than the
one his dad used to film birthday and Christmas parties.
      "OK, Cody, my boy," began Damon, "I want you to go over there, sit on
the bed, and slowly take your cloths off, and tell the camera about
youself. I want you to be slow and teasing while you get naked.  Don't
mention your last name, and there are a few things I want you to add."
      Cody began to cry harder, suddenly realizing what was going on.
      "Shut up that bawling and do as I say, or I'll take this gun and
shoot your buddy Josh in the head! Then I`ll find you mom and dad and kill
them too!" yelled Damon.
      Cody, though terrified, choked back his sobs and wiped away his
tears.  He moved like a zombie and dropped onto the end of the bed,
resigned to the fact that there was nothing he could do but cooperate.  As
Cody sat down and tried to stop crying, Damon checked his cameras to make
sure they were ready and told the miserable child the additional thigs he
wanted him to say.
      Finally certain that everything was ready, and making sure that Cody
didn't look too bad and knew what to do, he remotely switched on the
cameras and said, "Begin".
     Cody was a little reluctant at first, but then realized that his and
Josh's very survival might depend on his acting ability.
     He looked into the camera in front of him, smiled as broadly as he
could manage and said, "Hi, I'm Cody, and I have a secret...I love to get
fucked." Slowly he reached down and rubbed his boy package, while gently
sucking the index finger of his other hand.
      "In fact," he added, "what I really want is to be a little pig. I
want to be used by lots of guys in every way possible. In fact I even want
my daddy and grandpa to stick their big dicks in by little butt."  Slowly
he began to slip his shirt over his head, tousling his short dark hair, and
ever so subtly thrust his slim hips.
      Once his shirt was off, he began to unsnap and unzip his shorts.
      Bending over to push his shorts down his hairless, tan legs, he
added, with a seductive smile, "I want you to fuck me too."
      When his shorts were off, leaving him only in his tighty-whities, he
started, as Damon had instructed, to Jack his hardening dick through his
underware while simultaneously rubbing and tweeking his own nipples.
Occasionally, just for effect, he would look longingly into the camera lens
and slowly lick his soft, pink lips.
      Finally, he said in a breathy voice, "I can't take it anymore. I need
you in me."  At which point he tugged his underware down and off, exposing
his rigid, three inch, uncircumcised dick and tight hailess balls.  He
dropped onto the end of the bed, spread his legs wide and furiously jacked
his little cock while pretending to finger his tight little hole.
      After a few minutes of stroking his cock, despite the fear of the
situation he was in, Cody could feel a slight tingle in his stomach and
balls, and the early waves of pleasure of is approaching orgasm.  All at
once it hit him; his body jerked with spasm of pleasure as his dry orgasm
hit.  This went on for several intense moments, with Damon shooting
close-ups of each part of Cody's quivering little body.

      At last spent, Cody looked sleepily back into the lense and said,
"That was awesome! Now I want you to fuck me some more."
      Just moments ofter Cody finished speaking, Damon hit the switch on
the remote, turning off the cameras.
      "You did a good job kid. I know I want to fuck you now more than
ever," Damon said matter-of-factly.  Cody's fear instantly ramped back up,
and he began to shiver.  "But that will have to wait. There's still more
work to be done," Damon added.  He walked over, grabbed the naked boy by
the back of the neck, and led him back to the little room where josh was.
      Once at the door, Damon extracted a key from his pocket, unlocked the
door, and shoved little Cody through the doorway and onto the cold,
concrete floor.  Josh, who had been sitting on the cot, immediately dropped
to the floor at Cody's side.
      Helping the naked boy up, Josh asked, "Cody, are you OK?  He didn't
hurt you did he?"
     "No. I'm all right," replied Cody, choking back tears and trying to
sound brave.
      "All right, blondie," said Damon menacingly to Josh, "it's your
turn. Let's go."  Josh knew he had to appear brave for Cody's sake even
though he had never been more afraid in his young life.
      Giving Cody a weak little smile, Josh said, "Don't worry. We'll get
out of this somehow," and marched through the door into the larger room.
      Having relocked the door behind them, Damon turned to Josh.
      "First things, first, kid," Damon said down to Josh, "take your shirt
off."  Reluctlently Josh pulled his olive green shirt over his head. The
sight that greeted Damon was much better than expected.  Josh's tan was
like golden honey. He had hard defined little boy pecs, and a good
beginning of small washboard abs.
      "Very nice," said Damon approvingly.  He then explained what was to
happen and what he wanted to boy to do.  Having seen a few similar things
on the internet, Josh had an idea of what Damon required of him, and, he
decided that if it would get them out of there, he`d perform for the camera
happily.
      Josh sat on the end of the bed in the same spot that Cody had sat
earlier as Damon indicated that the cameras were rolling.
      "Hi, I'm Josh," began the smiling twelve year old as he brushed his
long, blond bangs out of his eyes. "You may not know this by looking at
me," he continued, adlibing what Damon had told him to say, "but I'm a
slut. I love it when men and other boys use me for their pleasure." At this
point, he reached into a cardboard box that was slightly sticking out from
under the bed, producing a spiked leather collar. He pulled his
shoulder-length hair out of the way and secured the collar around his slim,
tan neck.  "The rougher the better!" he went on, "And when I really want to
get dirty, I'll get good and high first.  Then, there's no limits...It
makes me so horney just thinking about it!"  Having said this, he stood and
began to slide his kaki cargo shorts down his firm, tan legs.  Kicking his
shorts to the floor, he sensuously slid his plaid boxers down over his
thighs to the floor.  Next, he reached again into the box and pulled out a
small leather band, which be snapped around the base of his rigid four inch
cock and hairless balls.  He had never worn a cock ring before, but he
decided that he kind of liked it.  After the ring was in place, he climbed
onto the bed on all fours, with his white, bubble butt facing the camera.
      "I want you to use me too," Josh said sensually, looking over his
shoulder at the camera.  He reached under himself and began to fist his
hard boy cock. Josh hated to admit it to himself, but he was really getting
turned on buy the scene he was acting out. A part of him even was hoping
that the exotic, muscular man that was holding them captive would mount him
right now.  He began to thrust, fucking the air as he milked himself. He
also imagined that he was in the same position, including the collar and
cock ring, with Greg and Aaron taking turns fucking his hungry hole.
      Suddenly, Josh gasped and threw his head back as his orgasm hit
him. The cameras caught it all, as ropes of the boy's spunk shot down onto
the bed.
      Exhausted, Josh again looked deep into the camera lens on his left
and said, a slightly demanding tone in his voice, "That was great, now tie
me up and rape my tight ass."
      Damon cut the power to the cameras, as Josh heard heavy breathing
behind him.  The boy turned his head in time to see Damon, standing just
behind the center camera, shooting thick jets of cum from his fat cock,
which was sticking out of the fly of his jeans.  It seems that, unbeknownst
to Josh, Damon had found his performance particularly arousing and was
jacking off the whole time.
      Himself exhausted, Damon told Josh he could remove the cock ring, but
to leave the collar on.  Josh was apprehensive, but did as he was told.
Putting away his drained cock, Damon ordered Josh back to the little room
where Cody was.  As the door was closing behind him, Josh heard Damon say
that he would be back with something for the boys to eat, as they would
need their strength for later.
      A few moments ofter the door was secured and the boys were sitting on
the edge of the cot discussing what they had just done, the monitor flared
to life.  On it was a movie of some rugged looking men in leather.  Some
were fucking other guys that were heavily restrained by leather straps and
ropes.  In the background there were other men that were suspended from the
ceiling while being beaten by a naked man in a mask weilding a whip.  Other
scenes quickly followed, some of which contained acts that neither had even
imagined were possible before. The boys were both mesmerized and horrified
by what they saw.

      The police had come and gone, taking the surveillance DVD and a copy
of Damon Shaw's membership form, which contained his current address, with
them.  Greg still sat in his office, fuming, becoming angrier by the
moment, both at his own carlessness at not locking the door on that fateful
night, and about what terrible things that could be happening to the boys
as a result of his mistake.  He had to do something, he decided, both for
the boy's safety, and for his own piece of mind.
      Looking at the information on the screen before him, Greg knew what
he had to do.  Quickly shutting down the computer, he hurried out the door,
and made his way to his Escalede. He jumped into the drivers seat and sped
off to Damon Shaw's house.
      The sun had set, but even in the illumination put out by the distant
street light Greg could spot the very obvious police car that was parked
across from Shaw's impressive home.  He decided to pull off further up the
street, hoping that he wouldn't be as noticeable.  The spot he picked was
perfect. It offered a clear view of both Shaw's house and the police car
that was watching the place while being virtually unnoticeable himself. He
turned off the engine and settled back into the seat.  All he could do now
was wait.


      Damon had returned, bringing a couple of fast food combo meals with
him for the boys to eat.
      "Eat quick guys," said Damon, handing the boys the bags. "I have to
check a few things then we'll be ready to shoot some more".  With that he
quickly exited, locking the door behind him.
      First Damon moved the four camers to a different type of set that had
been constructed in another room.  This particular set had been used many
times as his customers typically wanted something that they couldn't find
by simply searching the internet.  Damon liked to keep his more
"specialized" rooms out of site of his young performers so that, if need
be, he could capture their first reactions on camera.
      After the cameras were in place, and the lighting had been inspected,
Damon checked the video that had been recorded earlier of the boys on his
computer that had been set up in a secure little room.  It seemed to be
just what his clients were after.  Quickly he e-mailed several clients, all
wealthy European business men, photos and a short preview video of the
boys.  He knew that before long they would respond with their bids and
requests for various acts that they wanted the boys to perform.  While he
waited, Damon got the other things that would probably be necessary for the
upcoming scenes, as several of his highest bidding clients typically had
some very perverse tastes.  These things would most likely be needed just
to get the boys to perform.
      About thirty minutes later the replies began to come in.  They were
pretty much what he expected, including the offers, for a very hefty price,
to purchase the boys.  He would negotiate the price for buying one or both
later, with them going to the highest bidder.  Long ago he had discovered
that to sell his young subjects was preferable to killing them; he made a
great deal more money and there were no bodies for the authorities to find.
When he sold boys he simply had the buyers make payment into an anonymous
account in the Bahamas. Then, Asian street gangs, or Tongs as they were
called, would do the actual transporting. Once the kids were in the buyers
possession, he didn't really care what happened to them, but he had heard
that some of them had had a very unpleasant time before disappearing
altogether.
      Before accepting bids on the boys, however, there was more filming
that needed to be done.  Fortunately most of the clients had been of a
similar thought as to what they wanted to see.  After sending a few
messages on his computer he went to retrieve Josh and Cody.
      He found the boys lying together on the cot, tring to comfort each
other.
      "So, did you guys like the little film I had for you to watch?" said
Damon sarcastically, indicating the monitor in the corner.
      Both boys shook their head no.  Josh began to realize, and dread, why
this particular video had been chosen.
      "That's too bad," replied Damon. "You see, it's really more of an
instructional video.  I can't say that you'll do everything that you see in
the movies, but you need to study them closely just in case.  The better
you do in front of the camera, the more likely you'll just walk out of here
when we're done," he added, lying.
      The boys brightened a bit.  Though they were terrified of what they
might have to do, at least now they had hope.
      Seemingly out-of-nowhere, the revolver appeared in Damon's hand.
"OK, both of you this time." he said, stepping back and waving the gun at
the boys.  Obediently the naked kids did as ordered, Cody in the lead, with
Josh's hand resting reassuringly on his shoulder.
     Damon directed them past the bedroom set to a blank door in the far
wall.  The boys stopped in front of the door, fearful of what they would
find on the other side.
      "In!" said Damon menacingly, indicating the door.
      Tentatively, Cody opened the door and stepped through.  The room
before him was just what he had feared.  The floor was bare concrete.  The
walls were painted flat black, with what appeared to be paddles and whips
hung from pegs.  He observed chains and various hooks hanging from the
ceiling beams.  Strewn about the room were various tables and benches made
from 2 x 4's and all having leather straps.
      The boys were frozen with fear.  Damon gave them a rough shove,
knocking them to the floor.
     "Time for the fun to begin," said Damon mockingly. "You, Josh, get
over into corner and hold your hands up," he added demandingly.
      Josh did as he was ordered, Damon right behind him.  As soon as he
reached the corner, Josh raised his arms up over his head.
      Damon grabbed the frightened child's wrists and secured them tightly
into leather cuffs that were attached to one of the hanging chains.  Once
he was certain that josh couldn't pull free of the bindings, Damon adjusted
the length of chain so that the boy was stretched to the point where his
bare feet were just barely touching the floor enough to hold him up.
      Damon stepped back to see which angles would be best for the cameras
to get the action.  Taking note of where the light and shadows fell, he
placed three cameras at about twelve feet from the bound kid.
      Next he turned to Cody.  The sexy ten year old was trembling.
Studying the boy, he decided that maybe a few accessories might be in
order.  A couple of years earlier, at the request of a customer, Damon had
located a custom leather maker that asked no questions.  For a rather
considerable fee he had had several pieces that would be perfect for this
scene created.
      He gave Cody one more appraising look, then went to a large black
metal cabinet in the corner opposite to the one that Josh was strung up in.
He selected several pieces, and called the adorable boy over to him.  Cody,
frightened by the idea of what was going to happen to him moved very
slowly.
     Damon was beginning to grow impatient with the frightened boys.  When
Cody was within an arms length, Damon grabbed the child by the neck and
jerked him before him.  Cody, both from fear and pain, began to sob
uncontrollably.  Frustrated, Damon drew back and back-handed the crying boy
with enough force to send him sprawling to the floor.
    "NO MORE FUCKING CRYING!" he thundered at Cody.
     Out of terror, Cody managed to suppress his condition to a few tearful
sniffles.  At this point, Damon pulled the kid to his feet and began to fit
the gear on him.  Not much adjustment was needed as the leather goods were
designed for kids in roughly Cody's size and age range.
      Having finally secured the last of the snaps andd buckles, Damon
stepped back for an over all look.  The sight made his dick instantly
swell. The boy was wearing a studded collar around his smooth neck, with
matching arm bands above each bicep. A leather harness crossed his smooth
chest with the bottom straps coming just below his rosey nipples.  From the
center of the harness there was a leather strap that lead to a steel ring
that had been placed around the kid's hailess little balls.  Each wrist
sported leather bands, and leather fingerless gloves adorned with studs
covered each hand.
     Damon couldn't take it anymore.  He unsnapped and unzipped his jeans.
Hauling out his cock with one hand, he grabbed Cody by the collar with the
other.
      "Suck it kid," Damon demanded, forcing Cody to his knees.  Under any
other circumstances Cody would have happily slid his lips around a cock on
someone who was as attractive as Damon was, but as it was, he was too
frightened to even open his mouth.  Damon tried twice to slip it through
the pink lips, but to no avail.
      "I said suck it!" yelled Damon, slapping the boy on the side of his
head.  Cody began to cry again, but obediently opened his mouth.  Damon saw
his chance and rammed his throbbing cock into the kid's mouth and down his
throat.
      Cody immediately began to gag.  Not only had he never deep-throated
before, but Damons cock was big and had a distinct curve to the right,
causing the penetration to be anything but smooth.
      Sliding his dick almost out, Damon whispered, "Ya, boy, work my cock.
Suck that cum out." Cody, fearing more punishment, did as he was told.  He
began to slide his tounge around the shaft and over the head as Damon was
pulling out and pushing in.  Damon still tried to force his cock down
Cody's throat, but not as forcefully as before.
      Finally, Damon grabbed the back of Cody's head with both hands and
forced his dick down the boy's thoat until Cody's nose was buried in his
trimmed, silky pubes and his nuts rested on the kid`s hairless chin.
Cody's gag reflex was going crazy and he was afraid that he was going to
puke and suffocate at the same time.  At last Cody felt jet after jet of
hot cum shoot down his throat.
      Spent, Damon shoved the boy off of his now sensitive cock.  Cody fell
to the floor with a thud, flat on his back.
      Damon stood over Cody. "You like that kid?" damon asked
sarcastically. "For your sake I hope so. 'Caus you're gonna get lots more
of it."
      Pulling Cody up by the harness, Damon informed him what he was to do
to Josh, adding that he was to treat Josh as rough, if not rougher than he
had just been treated.  However, he also told both boys that they were to
at least appear to be enjoying themselves, with that he handed Cody a fresh
bottle of poppers and said to use them a lot.
      Damon, with his dick still out of his jeans began to check the
cameras.  Josh, having witnessed what poor little Cody had just endured was
getting more frightened by the moment.
      "O.K.," said Damon, with his finger on the remote for the cameras,
"Cody, when I say so, I want you to walk up to Josh and do what I told you
to do. Josh, you just act like you are enjoying it." There was a long
pause, then Damon told Cody, "Now".
       Doing as he was told, Cody moved over to Josh and began to carress
his smooth young body.  First, he rubbed his leather clad little hands over
Josh's firm chest, pausing long enough to tease and rub his now erect
nipples. From there he he moved up to lightly brush Josh's suspended arms.
Then in to his head and gently stroke his long flaxen hair.  Cody brought
one hand down and lovingly traced Josh's jaw line.  He then moved slightly
up and lightly ran his finger over Josh's full, pink lips.  Carefully
sliding his finger between those lips, Josh slowly began to sucked on it.
       Withdrawing his finger, Cody moved behing Josh.  Starting with his
shoulders, Cody began to slowly, gently slide his hands down the soft, tan
skin of Josh's back and sides.  When he reached Josh's firm, bubble butt,
Cody grasped both cheeks and parted them, eyeing the tight little pucker.
      Releasing Josh's sexy butt cheaks, Cody again moved in front of him
and unscrewed the top on the poppers.  Cody held the bottle up to the bound
boy's nose.  Josh got two big hits, one in each nostril while Cody held the
other closed.  When Cody saw the look of contentment cross Josh's face, he
reached with his left hand and grasped Josh's rigid little dick, and with
his right hand he reached around into Josh's crack and began to massage his
hole.
      Josh let out a little moan of pleasure.  He kind of liked letting
someone else have control of his young body.  He had discovered that the
first time that he and Greg had sex and Greg had hand cuffed him to the
workout bench.  They had only used the cuffs a couple of times since then,
but it had never been for anything sensual like Cody was doing to him.
When, or if, he thought, they get out of here he and Greg would have to try
it like this sometime.
       Just as quickly as it had come, the feelings of pleasure ended as
Cody removed his hands.  Josh couldn't see wher Cody had gone to, but he
assumed that it was over to the wall behind him that had all of the leather
stuff and sex toys hanging on it.
      "Open your mouth slave" Cody demanded, stepping back in front of
Josh.  Josh was more than a little supprised by the sudden change in Cody's
tone.  More out of shock than anything else, Josh dropped his jaw open.
Immediately Cody shoved a pink rubber ball into Josh's open mouth.
Stepping back behing the semi-suspended kid, Cody reached up around Josh's
head and grasped the leather straps that were attached to either side of
the rubber ball.  He buckled them tight, pressing down Josh's golden hair.
Next he went back to the wall and retrieved the next object that Damen had
told him to use.  Before he put it on Josh though, he again held up the
poppers and gave him two more hits.  After recapping the bottle, and making
sure that Josh was high, he reached out and began to rub and twist Josh's
tender nipples.  When they were hard and erect, Cody attached first one,
then the other of the clamps.  Josh groaned with a mixture of pain and
popper induced pleasure around the ball gag.
      Lastly, Cody turned around and grabbed a small rope that was hanging
from a pulley not far in front of Josh.  Cody pulled the rope causing a
small weight that was attached to the other end to rise from the floor.
The end that Cody was holding had a small noose made into it.  This he
slipped around Josh's semi-hard dick, just under the head.  When it was
tight, Cody slowly released the slack, causing the weight to pull Josh's
dick out and up at the angle of the rope.  Josh let out a little yelp of
pain.  Before he moved away, he gave Josh another big hit snort of poppers.
Cody knew Josh would need it for what was to come next.
       As instructed, so that Josh couldn't see, Cody went back to the wall
and got the next item; a cat-o-nine-tails.  With all of his heart Cody did
not want to do this to his friend, but he was too afraid for both of their
safety to disobey, having seen a glimpse of Damon's anger earlier.
      Without warning Josh felt the area around his butt and lower back
erupt in fire!  Whack! Came the burning sting again. He began to scream at
the top of his lungs.  Whack! Whack! Josh was screaming and sobbing
uncontrollably around the gag in his mouth. He had never been in such
agony. The whip searing into his backside, the weight of the chain swinging
from the nipple clamps, and the pull of the weight attached to his now sore
dick was almost more than he could bare.
      At last, after what seemed like an eternity, the whipping stopped.
      Cody again stepped before Josh and said sternly, "That is your reward
slave. Enjoy it." Josh could see that Cody had tears in his eyes too. Cody
once more put the popper bottle up to his friends nose. Josh inhaled
deeply.
      "Now to prepare us for the party," added Cody in that same stern
tone.  With that, Josh felt something forceing it's way up his tight little
hole.  It had to be a sex toy Josh thought, a big one too. It reminded him
of Aaron's massive cock, but this was cold hard rubber, still, it did feel
good, even after what he had just endured.
      Once the plug was securely inside of Josh, Cody walked to the wall
and selected a dildo.  Using the same conveniently placed bottle of lube
that he had used for Josh's plug, Cody began to pour some onto the dildo,
then his own finger that he proceded to work up his tiny hole.
      After a few moments with the lube, Cody placed the dildo on the floor
with the head pointing up.  He squatted down until the head was against his
sphincter.  Taking a double hit of the poppers himself, he began to slowly
lower himself onto the toy.  When at last it was fully inside of him, he
took another dose of the poppers and began to bounce, fucking himself on
the plastic cock.  His three inch dick rose to full attention and a
whispered moan of pleasure escaped his lips.
      As Cody began to bob faster on the dildo, Damon removed one of the
cameras from its tripod.  Carrying it in one hand, he approached Josh.
Focusing in on the boy's groin, Damon carefully loosened and removed the
rope from his dick.
      Seeing that Cody had just taken another hit from the popper bottle,
Damon whispered down to the boy, "Poppers". Without replacing the cap, Cody
handed the bottle to Damon.
      Damon slowly trailed the camera up Josh's bound body, from his dick,
past his flat stomach, past his chest with the lightly swinging chain on
the nipple clamps, and up to his cute face with the ball gag in his mouth.
He placed the popper bottle under each nostril, expertly closing the other
nostril with a finger.
      After Josh took his hits, Damon handed the bottle back to Cody who
was watching then while he fucked himself on the dildo.  Damon moved the
camera around to Josh's reddened butt to show the base of the butt plug
still in place.  Then he quickly browght the camera back around to focus on
the kid's rising dick.  Damon siezed the four inch boy-cock and began to
jack it furiously.
      Within moments Josh began to breath rapidly. Just a few seconds later
a small amount of thick, clear boy cum shot from his slightly abused dick.
Exhausted, Josh sagged in his shackles.
      Damon then focused on little Cody, who as per instructions, had
exchanged the dildo that he had been using for one that was considerably
larger.  He was now laying on his back with his head propped up against
Josh's ankle, looking forward at the camera facing him.  Damon had the hand
held camera trained straight down onto Cody, who occasionally would look up
into the lens.  With his left hand Cody was ramming himself deep and hard
with the massive toy, while his left hand was used to every minute or so to
raise the popper bottle to his nose, ensuring a constant high while he
fucked himself.
      After a few minutes, due to the pleasure of the dildo and the sexual
delirium caused by the constant popper high, Cody began to breathlessly
whisper, "Fuck me, fuck me. It feels sooo good".
      Cody got louder as he fucked himself faster and harder.  At last he
reached his threashhold.  He sat the popper bottle down at his side and
began to rapidly fist his hard little dick while sliding the big toy in and
out of his ass.  Suddenly he moaned loudly and shuddered as his dry orgasm
hit.
      He visible sagged, exhausted by the events of the last two hours.
Cody looked through now sleepy eyes up at Damon, hoping that now he and
Josh would be let go.  His optimism was soon dashed, however, when he saw
the wicked grin that crossed their captor's face.
      "That was great boys," said Damon, removing the clamps and gag from
Josh.  As he unlocked Josh's manicles, he added with a sinister grin, "Your
big scene is tonight. Better get some rest, and don't worry, I've got some
'party favors' to help you out."  He had Cody remove the leather gear, and
Josh the butt plug.
      When everthing was put away, he marched the boys back to the little
room that they had been held in.  Once inside, they could hear the door
being locked behind them.  Josh and Cody collapsed together onto the cot.
The monitor, which had been off when they entered, suddenly flared to life.
Fortunately the sound had been switched off.  As he dosed off, Josh saw the
title "Ass Attack" flash on the screen.  Over the next several hours the
boys drifted in and out of sleep.  On the few occasions that they opened
their eyes, they found the things they saw on the monitor to be perversely
tantalizing, causing their little dicks to twich and to get that odd
butterfly feeling in the pit of their stomachs.

      The sound of the door opening roused the boys from their slumber.
Stretching and yawning, they looked up to see Damon in the door way, with
the ever present pistol in his hand.
    "Here you two, take one of these." Damon demanded, a hard edge to his
voice.  He opened his other hand revealing two little blue pills.
      "What are they," asked Cody innocently, "We're not sick"
      "Don't worry about what they are. Just take them. They'll make
everything feel great," Damon replied. "Now move!" he ordered.
      First Josh, then Cody went over and took a pill from Damon's
outstretched hand.  The boys studied them for a moment. Then fearing
Damon's wrath, they placed them on their tongues and swallowed.  It wasn't
easy without any water, but they managed to get them, down.
      "Now, I'm going to leave you in here for a little longer. Be sure to
study what's on the monitor.  And DON"T throw up." Damon said angerly,
slamming and locking the door.
      For a few minutes the boys sat their watching the repulsive things
they saw on the monitor, then, suddenly Josh started to feel really
nauseous and light-headed like he had a fever.  Not long after, so did
Cody.  Soon the feeling of having to vomit became almost overwhelming.
Both boys were sweating profusely and holding their mouths and stomachs.
Briefly, Josh wondered if Damon had given them poison.  Both boys fought to
hold down theis stomachs.
      Slowly the feeling of sickness began to give way to other feelings.
Both boys began to feel like they wanted to be touched all over, like being
touched would feel so sexy and hot.  Next a feeling like being high on
poppers began to creep over them.  And lastly, both boys began to feel
incredibly horney, more turned on than they had ever been before.
      Josh turned to Cody and began to feel and caress the younger boy.
Taking the cue, Cody started feeling up Josh.  Their mouths met in a
passionate kiss, their tongues dueling in each other's mouths.  Out of the
corner of their eyes they could still see the action on the monitor, but
whereas before it had seemed repugnant, it now was extremely hot and
erotic.
      Suddenly the door burst open.  Damon was standing there completely
naked, save for a pair of black leather boots.  The boys eyed his tan,
athletic body and exotically hansom face.  Thoughts of what they could do
with him making their already hard little dicks strain a bit harder.
      "I thought it was about time," said Damon smiling, showing perfect
white teeth. "Come with me. You little sluts are gonna love this," he
added, indicating that the boys were to follow him.  They happily did as
they were told.
      Walking along behind him, both boys had the urge to reach out and
grab their captor's round, tan butt.  They were heading back to the room
that they had shot the earlier scene in.  They stopped only once along the
way.  That was to get each boy his own bottle of poppers.  It was to make
things even more fun, he told them as he handed the little brown bottles to
them.
      Entering the room, the boys saw all of the benches and chains as
before, but now there were what appeard to them to be two leather hammocks
hanging side by side near the far wall.  They also noticed that there were
more cameras than before.  At least ten were scattered aound the room and a
couple in the rafters, all focused on the leather hammocks.  Josh didn't
care about any of that though, at the moment all he wanted was sex, as much
as he could get.
      Damon told the boys to lye back in what he called a sling, what the
boys had thought were leather hammocks.  He helped them in as they were
placed a little high for the boys to get into easily.  Once the boys were
in place, he carefully placed their feet into the stirrups so that their
pink little holes would be ready to use.  He then reached over and removed
something that looked like a leather bag from a peg on the wall.  He
slipped it over his head, revealing it to be a leather half-mask.  It
completely covered the wearer's head, except for the eyes, from the nose
up, effectively hiding the wearer's identity.
      After donning the mask, Damon went to check some of the cameras.  The
boys slowly stroked ther hard little shafts. Occasionally they would look
over at each other and smile.
      "God, I hope he fucks me hard," said Josh to Cody, a big smile on his
face.
      "Me too. I sucked him earlier. It tasted so good. I want to do it
again, then I want him to fuck me `til I scream," replied Cody.
      "I'm rolling, come on in", the boys heard Damon yell.  Much to their
sexed-up delight five more naked men walked into the room.  Each was tanned
and atheletic, though definitely not bodybuilders.  They each were wearing
a mask like Damon's.  They each had varying degrees of body hair, with one,
obviously the youngest, that was completely shaved, even his cock and
balls.  One lean, well defined man, who could have been mixed with American
Indian by his skin tone, Josh noticed, had a long black pony tail hanging
below the back of his mask.  From their builds, Josh guessed that their
ages ranged from their early twenties to perhaps early forties.  There was
no guessing about their equipment though, each one was hung big and meaty.
Josh could almost imagine the taste of them in his mouth.
      This group of men usually appeared individually in Damon's
productions, however, for experienced boys like these, more than one-on-one
would be necessary.  The men had been carefully chosen from the state Sex
Offender Registry. There were three main qualities that were needed to get
Damon's attention in this matter. First, was the likelihood of offending
again.  Second was appearance, even though it was planned from the
beginning that they would wear masks, Damon still wanted them to have nice
bodies.  The third, and probably most important point, was that that there
needed to be something that Damon could use to blackmail them with into
performing.  For most of them it was small things that violated probation.
For a couple of them, he had to entrap them into committing a violation. As
it was, Damon was quite pleased with the situation, and at having their
identities hidden by the masks.  That way, even if one of his productions
fell into the wrong hands, his adult actors would be safe and ready for
more filming.
      "These boys look really stoned and horney. You got'em on Xstasy or
something? " one of the men asked Damon as he approached Cody.
      "Yah. These two are a pair of horndogs on their own though.  They
just needed a little extra to get them going." Replied Damon, smiling under
his mask.
     The men, Damon included, broke into groups of three. One group per
boy.  They began by touching and feeling the boys all over.  For their
part, the boys just put their arms back and enjoyed the touching and
groaping.
      Finally the man with the pony tail lowered his lips around Josh's
rigid dick.  He swirled his tongue around the hard little shaft and probed
the piss slit.  Another of the men began to suck and bite on Josh's
sensitive nipples.  The third man, apparently the elder of the group, began
to sensually kiss the boy.
      Cody was not suffering from lack of attention either.  Damon had
again shoved his dick into Cody's now eager young mouth and was slowly
pumping it.  While he was doing that, Cody's right hand was wrapped around
the dick of the one that was shaved.  The last man was gently licking
Cody's tiny hailess nuts, while slowly probing his little hole with a spit
slicked finger.
      Cody released the shaved cock for a moment.  He took the poppers that
had been resting at his side, unscrewed the top and took a big hit. As he
began to get even higher, the shaved cock was also forced into his mouth
along with Damon's.  Cody didn't care though, he was so high and horney
that he wanted as many cocks as he could take.  Meanwhile, the man between
his legs was now sucking Cody's young nuts completely into his mouth, while
trying to get a second finger inside the small boy.
      Josh pushed the man from his mouth, and said in a breathy voice, "I
want somebody to fuck me."
      Hearing this, the man with the ponytail raised up from Josh's dick.
He spit into his hand, which he rubbed onto and slightly into Josh's hot
little hole.  Spitting again, directly onto his cock, he began to rub the
head up and down against the pucker.  Spotting the popper bottle lying next
to the prone boy, the man at Josh's head picked it up and opened it.  He
took a long hit himself, then held the bottle under the boy's nose.
      As the fumes hit him, Josh looked glassy-eyed down at the man between
his spread legs.  "Oh god, please fuck me," he begged. "I need your big
dick inside of me."
      Josh's pleading was all that it took.  The man lined up his head with
the kid's hole and with one steady motion, began to slide in.  As the fat
cock slipped in, a huge smile crossed Josh's face.
    At last Josh had all eight inches inside of him.  "Oh ya!" he
yelled. "Now fuck me. Use me. I'm a slut. Use this slut. Fuck me" Josh
panted, remembering the lines he was forced to speak for the camera earlier
in the day.
    The man pulled almost out, then drove back in.  Soon he had a hard,
steady rhythm going, his ponytail swaying with each thrust.  The man at
Josh's nipples wasn't being so gental anymore.  For each suck he was also
biting and twisting, causing Josh to wince in pain.  The boy was learning
to enjoy the pain too thanks to the Xtasy and the continuous flow of
poppers.
     Cody did the best that he could, but the two cocks in his mouth were
just too much for him, so he altenated back and forth between the two.  The
man between his legs now had three fingers inside of the boy, and Cody was
loving it.
      He took a break from sucking cock for a moment. He looked down at the
man and said, "Put your dick in me. Fuck me like Josh is getting fucked."
With that he went back to work on the cocks in his mouth.
      The man between Cody's legs spied the bottle of lube.  He applied a
generous amount to his engorged cock. He lined up with the tight pink
little hole.  Then with one great thrust, drove his throbbing cock deep
into the little boy all the way to his balls.  Seeing what was coming,
Damon put his hand behing Cody's head and shoved his dick down the kid's
throat.  With the shock of the cock being rammed up his ass Cody tried to
scream, but couldn't because of Damon's rod filling his mouth.
      At that moment something in Cody's mind snapped.  He loved this. He
loved giving men pleasure and getting it from them in return.  Why had he
been so hard on himself? Why had he felt so guilty because he wanted sex
with men?  It made no sense. This is what he liked, and this is what he
would do.
      Ever observant, Damon saw the change that had come over Cody. It
wasn't just the drugs, it was something deeper. He decided to test the
boy. Reaching over, he retrieved the clamps that had been used on Josh
earlier.  While Cody sucked on the other guys shaved cock, Damon began to
twist and pull Cody's tiny pink nipples until they were hard.  Then Damon
placed the clamps on each one of them.  Cody groaned at the new sensation,
but didn't stop trying to swallow the cock in his mouth.
      Damon began to pull on the chain that connected the clamps.  Cody's
only reaction to this was to take another hit of poppers.  The harder that
Damon pulled the chain, the more Cody seemed to like it. Finally, Damon
decided to just leave the clamps on after he pulled to the point that he
thought that he might rip the kid's nipples off.
     The man that had been at Josh's head had switched places with the pony
tailed man.  The older man was thrusting hard and deep, causing Josh to
slide up slightly with each thrust.  Josh had his face buried in the pony
tailed man's sweaty ass, hungrily trying to lick inside of the man's hole.
The pony tailed man took a hit from the popper bottle and reached back and
began to stroke Josh's throbbing dick, smacking it occasionally as well.
     The older man leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Josh's small
body.  He then lifted him out of the sling with his cock still buried
inside of him.
      Lying back on the floor with Josh straddling him, the man said, "Ride
it boy." Repositioning his legs slightly, Josh began to pump himself up and
down on the fat cock.  The man that had been chewing on his nipples
suddenly appeared in front of Josh.  He smacked the kid across the face
with his hard cock, leaving a trail of precum across the boy's cheak.  Josh
knew what was expected of him. He opened his mouth wide to accept the
throbbing member.  The man put both hands on each side of Josh's head and
fucked his mouth mercilessly.
      Suddenly the cock was withdrawn from Josh's mouth.  It's owner then
forced Josh down low onto the chest of the man that was fucking him,
pressing his throbbing little dick between them.  Josh really didn't know
what to expect.  This position was new to him.  Just then he felt something
at his hole, just above the large cock that was buried there. It felt like
a dick head.  Were they going to try to get two cocks into him at once.  It
must have been the Xstasy, but the only thought in Josh's mind was, 'Yes, I
want this.'
      Josh took a massive hit of poppers and tried to open up his little
butt the best he could.  Slowly, he could feel the other cock work it's way
inside of him.  It felt like he was being split int two, but he didn't
care.  It hurt like hell and felt great at the same time.  He had never
felt so dirty before.
     At last he felt the other man's body come into contact with his back,
and the man's ponytail slid down past Josh's face.  Ever so slowly, so as
not to completely destroy the kid's insides, the pony tailed man began to
slide out and push back in.
      Cody was jelious.  He could see Josh just past Damon's thigh. He
wanted to get double fucked too.  He realized, even through the haze of
lust and drugs, that being so much smaller than Josh, it simply may not be
possible,... yet.
      Damon walked over to the man that was fucking Cody and shoved him out
of the way, demonstrating who was really in charge of this entire event.
The kid's hole looked very inviting.  Just as the man before him had done,
Damon, with one massive thrust , entered the ten year old boy.
      His hole already loosened up, Cody smiled up at the masked Damon and
said, "Fuck me".
      Damon was more than happy to oblige.  He had wanted to fuck these two
ever since he had first laid eyes on them.  He burried his cock until his
balls were resting against the soft little bubble butt.  Then he withdrew
completely, and thrust all of the way in again.  He kept this up for
sometime with the smiling Cody taking occasional popper hits.
      Josh had never felt so used, and he was loving every second of it. He
also couldn't believe that he was getting fucked by two guys at one time.
He knew that his hole must be really loose by this time. He wondered if the
third guy would try to get in there too. Until then though, he was more
than happy to be getting two cocks at once.  Just the thought of what was
being done to him caused him to be even more turned on than he had ever
been before.  He began to moan in exstacy, causing the pony tailed man that
was fucking him from above to pound into him harder.
      While pounding little Cody's succulent hole, Damon glanced over at
Josh.  Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, this was something new; a boy
Josh's age taking taking two dicks at once. Then, another thought popped
into his mind, something that he had never tried before. It would delight
some of his kinkier clients to no end.
      Slipping out of Cody's little boy hole with a squishy pop, Damon
moved over to Josh.  He forced the two men out, and off of the twelve year
old. Grabing the boy by a nipple, he yanked him to his feet. He forced the
boy back into the sling that he originally started in.
      Next, Damon went over to Cody. He grabbed the chain hanging between
the boy's nipples and pulled.
      "Up." he said, using the chain as a leash.  He led Cody over to josh
and forced him to his knees, his face directly in front of Josh's used
hole.  Guessing at what their captor wanted, Cody leaned forward and
burried his small tongue in his friend's slippery ass, which elicited a
slight moan from Josh.  Pulling him back by the hair this time, Damon
forced Cody from Josh.
      Cody was a little bewildered.  If he wasn't supposed to eat out is
buddy, then what was he expected to do in this position? Maybe there was
something more that he hadn't learned yet, he pondered through the drug and
lust induced haze. While he contemplated the abused, but inviting boy hole
in front of his face, Cody felt someone grab and raise his right arm.  Then
he felt a cool liquid being poured on it, from the tips of his fingers to
just above the elbow.
      Looking up, Cody saw that it was Damon who held him, and that the
liquid was lube.  An idea of what he was to do began to form in his mind,
something that he had seen in the movies that constantly played in the
little room that they had been held in.  The boy began to turn his arm
over, making sure that it was sufficiently slippery for what was to come.
      Damon saw the look that had come over Cody's angelic face and knew
the kid had been observant and would need little, if any instruction.
Deeming the kid's arm sufficiently slick, Damon then squirted some lube
into Josh's already slick, stretched little ass.
      Seeing what was coming, the men formed a circle around the two boys,
the pony tailed man at Josh's head and Damon still behind Cody. Most of the
men, turned on even more by the spectacle, began to fist their hard cocks.
      Taking this as a que, Cody formed the fingers of his right hand into
a point and pressed then against Josh's pink pucker.  The ponytaild man at
Josh's head, retrieved the popper bottle from the boy's hand and took a
hit.  He then held the bottle down under each of the boy's nostrils.
Seeing the look of pleasure on Josh's tan face, he forced his cock back
between the soft, pink lips and began to gently thrust.
      Seeing that Josh was enjoying the cock in his mouth, Cody began to
slowly force his hand into his buddy.  Josh moaned around the cock, and his
eyes, which had been closed fluttered open, then just as quickly rolled
back into his head.
       Josh had taken big dicks before, even taken two at once just a few
minutes earlier, but this was new. He had never felt this full and
stretched before.  He knew that it was sexy little Cody's hand inside of
him.  The kid was so cute and hot, and the thought of the innocent little
boy being corrupted into a sex pig nearly made him orgasm.
      Pushing more of his hand, then wrist, then forearm into Josh, Cody
wondered how deep he could go.  Cody knew he had hit that special spot in
Josh's ass when he brushed against a little lump and Josh has shivered and
groaned. He kept pushing until he came to some sort of wall. By this time,
he was in almost to the elbow. Cody was momentarily amazed at how deep he
was, then he began to fuck the hot butt with his hand. Thrusting in and
almost out, he made certain to always have pressure on the little lump that
seemed to cause so much pleasure. Josh writhed and groaned.  Seeing the
obvious ecstasy that Josh was in, Cody wondered if someone would put their
hand inside of him.
      "Fist him", a couple of the men murmured, "Fist him hard".
      "Yah, fist me. It feels soooo good," said Josh breathlessly,
momentarily sliding off the cock, his eyes still rolled up in his head.
      The pontyailed man pulled Josh back onto his cock.  He took a hit of
poppers and then held them under the boy's nose. Josh began to suck the
hard cock like his life depended on it.
      Damon, who was on his knees behind Cody, retrieved Cody's bottle of
poppers that had been siting on the floor next to the boy's knees. He
reached both arms around the boy, encircling him. He opened the bottle and
held it under the ten year old's nose. Cody inhaled deeply.  As the fumes
took effect, Damon again slid his throbbing cock into the boy's tender
ass. Reaching down, he fisted the youngster's prick.
      The shaved man moved next to Cody. "I wanna get high," he said, the
youth obvious in his voice.  Cody suddenly had an image of some of the high
school football players that he had seen.  What if this was one of them?
That would be awesome, he thought.  Damon held the bottle up to the shaved
young man.
     The shaved man took four massive hits, recapped the bottle, and
immediately lay down on ther floor on his back.  He wished that he had a
joint to go with the poppers.  That was a combo that he really loved during
sex, but the massive high he was getting from just the poppers was pretty
good too.  He slid his face between Cody's tan, hairless legs. Cody's balls
rested on his chin, while Damon's slid back and fourth across his forehead
as he fucked the little boy.
      The shaved man extended his tongue, and began to slurp at the back of
Cody's smooth little balls. He licked the sensitive space behind them all
the way up to the boy's ass hole and even the underside of Damon's cock as
he slammed into the kid.  He loved this position and began to pound his
shaved cock to the rhythm of Damon's cock sliding in and out of the tight
little butt.
      Suddenly one of the men that had been standing around the boys began
to shoot.  Seven long shots of jiz landed on Cody's face. He immediately
swirled his tongue along his lips trying to reach it all. He wished the guy
had come in his mouth.
      At the sight of the first man coming, the pony tailed man locked onto
the back of Josh's head, while shoving his cock as far down the kid's
throat as possible. Soon jet after jet of hot cum began to splach the back
of Josh's throat. The boy let out a murmer of contentment.
     Pulling off of the spent cock in his mouth, Josh raised up onto his
elbow to see what Cody was doing to him. He was astonished to see gis
buddy's arm was in him almost to the elbow. He couldn't take it
anymore. The sight of cute little Cody, cum dripping down his face, fist
fucking him, while getting fucked himself was more than Josh could take. He
grabbed his rock hard four inches and began to jack furiously.
      Cody was getting close too. It started with that sort of tingly,
butterflies in the stomach feeling. He really didn't want the orgy to ever
end, but it would feel great to orgasm too. The shaved guy below him let
out a muffled cry and began to shoot. It shot all the way up to the sling
above him and onto Josh's back through the lattice of leather. At the very
moment, wave after wave of intense pleasure rippled through Cody as his dry
orgasm hit.
      The man who appeared to be the eldest started to cum, drooling long
ropes onto Josh's tight little abs. It pooled there in the little valleys
and his navel for a moment before running down to Josh's rapidly pounded
dick. He worked some of it up into his hand to use as jack lube.
   Only one of the adults besides damon hadn't cum, and it seemed likely
that he would soon. He kept mumbling things under his breath as he fisted
his fat dick. Josh could pick out only a word or two here and there. He
distinctly heard the words "whore" and "like my boys". In the back of his
mind, he wondered if ths man had fucked his own sons.
     Josh looked up at the man and sensuously licked his lips, more as a
joke than anything else. It seemed to be all the man needed though. The man
groaned and his seed shot out into his cupped hand. As soon as he had
recovered, he smeared the sperm into Josh's face, with a good deal of it
also getting caught in his long hair.
    "Make a fist", Damon whispered into Cody's ear as he continued to fuck
the young boy. As soon as he saw the boy's arm muscles tighten, he reached
up and yanked the kid`s arm out of Josh.
      That was all it took. Josh had been in the midst of taking a big
popper hit, while jacking, when Cody's fist had erupted out of his ass. The
rapind, intense assault on his prostate and the sensitive nerve endings at
his sphincter shoved him over the edge. Pain and waves of rolling exctasy
overcame him. His came so climax was so intense he thought that his heart
would stop.
      As soon as Cody was free from Josh's hot hole, Damon pulled out of
the boy, spun him around, and shoved him onto his back onto the floor.  For
a moment he stood over the boy, then dropped to his knees straddled his
face. Almost immediately he shoved his slimey cock into the kid's
mouth. After a couple of thrusts, he pulled out and shot a huge load all
over little Cody's face and hair.
      A couple of the men slapped each other on the back and made lude
jokes about the boys as they left. The pony tailed man and the shaved man
lingered for a moment as damon went to turn off the cameras. The boys
didn't know what was going to happen next.
      `Are we going to shoot another scene with just these two?' Josh
wondered to himself.
      The pony tailed man walked over to him, cupped his cheek in his hand,
bent down and pressed his lips to the boy's. Their tongues dueled for a
moment before the man broke away.
      "I wish you were mine ", the man said softly. "I would make love to
you all night and give you anything you would ever want... Too bad you are
here, with him, " he added indicating Damon, contempt edging into his
voice. "Be brave, beautiful boy", with that he turned and strode from the
room.
      Josh looked over to Cody, to see him being embraced by the shaved
man. Oddly, it didn't seem to be a sexual thing, but more like two lovers
holding each other. Josh wondered if this man might have feelings for Cody
similar to those just expressed to him by the man with the ponytail.
      "That's enough of that!" thundered Damon, marching toward the shaved
man and the two boys.
      When he reached them, Damon lunged out and grabbed the shaved man by
the neck and hurled him backwards onto the floor.  He kicked the prone man
twice in the ribs and ordered him out, adding that if he wasn't out of the
building within five minutes there wouldn't be anything left for the
authorities to identify.
      The shaved man ran, knowing that several others who had angered Damon
in the past had been found in pieces scattered around the city.
      "You two are a mess. Time to clean up," said Damon down to the boys,
an edge of anger still in his voice. He led the boys back to a small room
of of the main room that contained the bed set. It was a small concrete
room with a drain in the floor a simple pipe jutting from the wall a few
inches, and a dial from the wall directly below the pipe.
      The boys walked in and damon reached from the doorway and turned the
dial. Water began to pour from the pipe. The boys shivered. The water was
freezing cold. Fear kept the children under the frigid stream. They washed
themselves as best they could.
      After the shower, the boys were led back to the little room where
they had been kept. No films played on the monitor this time though. Josh
hoped that meant that there was nothing left to shoot and that Damon would
soon release them.  The boys, exhausted from the sex and the drugs, and
chilled from the shower snuggled together on the cot. They heard the click
of the door being locked behind them.
      "He said his name was Robbie," Cody said, hanging his head.
      "Who's Robbie," asked Josh
      "The man with the shaved weenie. He said I was special and that he
loved me. He said that he wouldn't let anything happen to us." replied
Cody. Soon both were fast asleep.
      The boys were roused by Damon kicking the cot.
      "Good news. Your performance last night got a buyer. In a couple of
hours you will be on your way to your new Master in Denmark." Damon said
cheerfully.
      "Denmark," gasped Josh. "We did everything you said. Please, you said
you'd let us go." The words tumbled out of his mouth, panic setting in.
     "I just wanted to let you know so that you will be more cooperative
when they come to get you for transport. Oh, and you will both be getting a
little gift too. Your new Master likes 'jewelry' on his boys." Damon added
as if Josh had never spoken. With that, he slammed shut the door and left
the boys alone once more. They both began to sob uncontrollably.


     Greg was exhausted, but was determined that if the police were to get
a lead he would be there with them to get Josh and Cody back. He hadn't
slept all night, but had watched the two squad cars that were in turn
watching Damon's home.  Oddly enough, there had been no activity there all
night.
      Suddenly, both police cars raced away from where they had been
sitting. Screaching tires to catch up, Greg followed them across town. More
patrol cars joined the first two as they proceded.  They were headed into a
part of town that Greg didn't know much about. All that he could recall was
that there were a lot of abandond factories and wearhouses in the area,
their owners having shifted the jobs to lower paying countries over seas.
      At last the police cars slowed, as if not to alert anyone to their
presence. Greg did the same, keeping well back so as not to be noticed by
the police. Finally, they pulled to a stop in front of an odd
wearhouse. Odd in that at first appearance it seemed to be weathered worse
than most other buildings around and utterly decrepit, but upon closer
examination the decay was just a ruse. Under the rotting wood and peeling
paint were solid concrete walls. Someone was hiding something, he
concluded.
    The officers got out of their cars and slowly made their way up to the
building. Greg slipped out of his SUV and shadowing the officers, came
along one of the false walls.  Just then he was spotted.
      Two of the officers came up to him, guns drawn.
      "Hands out where we can see them," one of them ordered. Without
question Greg extended his arms.
      "What are you doing here?" the other cop demanded.
      His arms still out, "I came to help find the boys. I feel responsible
since Josh was on his was to see me," Greg replied.
      Seeing the sincerity in his face, the police put their guns away and
told Greg that he could lower his hands.
      "We probably shouldn't be telling you this, but we got an anonymous
phone call indicating that the boys were being held prisoner inside. You
really shouldn't be here, but since you are, stay out of the way," said the
first cop.
      "What are you going to do?" queried Greg.
      We're just waiting for the detective to show up with a search
warrant." stated the second cop, sternly.
      "Search warrant! Are you out of your minds! Those boys could be dying
in there and your standing around talking about a piece of paper that says
you can go in," Greg both whispered and shouted. "I'll go in," he added.
      "We can't let you do that. Regardless of what we might think is going
on inside, this is still private property. As long as the door is closed,
neither you nor we can enter until we get the warrant." he first officer
stated.
      "This is insane!" huffed Greg, growing angrier and more frustrated by
the second. "you're more worried about some old building and the rights of
someone who kidnaps kids!" He began to pace, his agitation increasing.
      "I don't like it anymore than you do, but it's the law," said the
first cop.
      Suddenly there came a young boy's scream from inside of the
warehouse. For Greg, the world suddenly turned red. Rage began to boil
through his veins. He became consumed by anger. He shoved the two officers
out of his way. Massive legs pumping, he thundered toward the door. The
other officers tried to intercept him. Plowing through them, they scattered
to the ground like bowling pins. The door was directly before him.  Greg
lowered his powerful shoulder and braced for impact.
      Josh was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand and feet shackled
together. Damon loomed over him, a very large needle in his right hand. The
head of Josh's dick was pressed between the sides of a surgical clamp held
in Damon's left hand. Laying on the bed next to Josh was a large metal rign
that Damon said he would insert into Josh's dick after the hole was
made. Josh had screamed when Damon squeezed his dick head with the
clamp. Now he was too terrified to more than whimper.
      Just then there was an explosion like a bomb igniting. Out of reflex,
Damon and the two boys jerked their heads toward the door. Through the
shower of splinters and chunks of flying wood daylight streamed through the
doorway. A figure stood in the doorway. A massive figure. It looked to
Damon like an angry god.
      The figure lunged through the doorway straight at Damon. He grabbed
for his gum, but caught off guard was too slow. He managed to fire one shot
before the behemoth slammed into him. The shot had gone wide and merely hit
a support beam.
      The next thing that Damon remembered was waking up in a heap against
the far wall. Greg towered over him, the veins in his arms and neck
straining. It was obvious that he was using every bit of self control that
he could muster to keep from beating him senseless.
      Looking past the powerful man, Damon saw police streaming in through
the ruined door. Two approached him and hauled him to his not too steady
feet.
      One of the officers turned to Greg and said, "Once you `removed' the
door we were free to come inside. We heard a shot too.  Are you alright?"
      "I will be. Never had 'roid rage before. Then again, I've never been
in this sort of situation before either." replied Greg, calming somewhat.
      "I'll forget you said the 'roid part. They're illegal you know. You
wont have to wory about being in this situation again either. The guys
found a computer in the other room with some very interseting things on it
and enough cash to buy a small country. I'd say this `trash' won't getting
out of prison for about a million years." stated the cop pulling Damon
away.
      Greg went over to the bed and dropped to his knees. The boys had been
unshackled and had been wrapped in blankets, their cloths having
disappeared. He through his powerful arms around them and held them
tight. The boys lay their heads on his cannon ball shoulders and gently
cried.


      "Do you know how lucky you two boys are," said Josh's dad as they,
their families, and Greg walked out of the courthouse. It was more of a
statement than a question. Josh and Cody had been the star witnesses at
Damon's trial. Or more precisely, the most recent witnesses, as there had
been quite a string of them.
      "I think they know, Mr. Peters," Greg stated as they all walked out
of the court house. "That list of charges was as long as Josh is tall;
child molestation, production of underage porn, human trafficking, murder,
ties to international crime. Things could have indeed gone very badly for
them. Interpol is still trying to find the children that he sold to wealthy
clients around the world."
      "Could have...,but didn't. Thanks to you. To think he even tried to
incriminate you, saying that you were having some sort of sexual
relationship with my son. Such nonsense, I`ve seen some of the women you
date." said Cody's mother to Greg, a knowing look on her face.
      "Dad, I have one question. Why weren't any of the men that were in
the movie with us arrested?" asked Josh, looking up at his father.
      "I asked the prosecuter about that," he answered. "In order to
protect himself from being traced if any of the `performers' got caught, it
seems that they were listed in his computer as just numbers. No names. No
addresses. Just numbers that if he had need of them he could hit a couple
of keystrokes and the computer would bump the message off a dozen random
servers all over the world before it reached any of them. Really
complicated stuff. I doubt we`ll have to worry about those guys
anyway. Without their ring leader they`ll probably just crawl back into
their holes."
      "Greg," began Josh, "when can we get back to my training. With the
trial and everything, I've really been missing a lot."
      "Well, anytime you feel like you're ready. But this time I'll be
picking you up. I don't think anybody wants you out alone on your bike for
a while," replied Greg.
      "Could we start tomorrow? I've really been missing our
workouts. Maybe Cody could workout with us sometime too." stated Josh
enthusiastically, a very mischievous glint in his eye.
      "Sure, why not." Said Greg.
      Cody could feel his little dick getting hard at the thought.

                                    The End?



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