Date: Wed, 3 Sep 2008 08:37:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Godia Forit Subject: Led Away This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. This story also contains nudity and descriptions of sexual behavior between underage boys and men. If you are uncomfortable reading such literature or are not permitted to do so by the laws of your state then please cease reading this material. The author will not be held responsible for your actions. 15-year-old Shawn Hornbeck Kidnapped People wonder how Shawn lived so close to where he was held hostage and was not found. They ask why he didn't seek help or escape. Maybe I can help you understand. You see I was 12 when I was abducted. No, that's not the right word. I was willingly led away. There was never a time when he threatened me or my family or any of my friends. At no time did I feel threatened for the almost six years I lived with him. I guess I should start at the beginning. We kids spent most of our time in a park just around the corner from my house. It's not a big park. It has some swings, a couple of sliding boards, a jungle gym, a couple of picnic tables and a few benches. It has a few trees, a soccer field and the street is on one side with a creek along the other with houses on either end. We liked to play in the creek and catch frogs to scare the girls with (except Jennifer but she's like one of the guys). (I posted this in another newsgroup without this note and was bombarded from the IDIOTs who think they have a moral obligation to keep boys protected. I was NOT tricked or led astray. I was loved by my parents and had a good family life. George gave me something that I needed that my family could not give me. I say something because I really cannot describe what that was. I loved my man as much as he loved his boy.) The day it started we were playing a pick-up game of soccer. We played for hours. It was a summer day in Texas so you know it was hot. When the game was over (everybody said it was too hot to play anymore) I went over to my bike to go home. There was a man (George) sitting on the park bench next to my bike. I had seen him around a lot. He just sat in the shade watching us most of the time. "Hi," he said, "You look hot." "I am." I said. "But it was fun." Now I know I wasn't supposed to talk to strangers but I had seen him here a lot of times. "Do you like building models?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, "But I've only done a few." "What kind?" he asked. I didn't know what he meant so I asked, "What do you mean what kind?" I had only seen plastic cars that you glued together. "I mean cars, boats or planes." "Oh, cars." "I have cars, boats and planes," he said. "Oh wow," I said, "I'd like to see them sometime." "Sure, anytime." he said. By this time I was sitting on my bike, just talking to him. I didn't want to leave. There was something about him that made me feel comfortable with him. I didn't want it to end. I had cooled in the shade some. "Your friends all deserted you." I looked around and nobody was in sight. "I guess they were in a hurry to get into air- conditioning." "Do you want to come to my air-conditioning?" he said, "I can get you something to drink to replenish your fluids." I was moving my bike back and forth in the same spot. I looked down at the ground and said, "Mmm, I don't know. I'm not supposed to." But something inside me kept me from saying no or taking off like my brain was telling me. Instead, I thought this is going to be something special. My heart even started beating faster. It was like I knew what was going to happen. But I wanted it, almost. "You can see my model collection." "Okay" We walked about a block and there was a white van sitting along the road. He opened the back door and said, "You can put your bike in here and ride with me." Now I know what your thinking, 'Don't do it idiot,' but you see that's just it. It was like I wanted it to happen. This van was the neatest thing. I had never seen a conversion van before. In the back was a big bed, it had like a kitchen area and the front seat swiveled around to face the back. He sat in the driver's seat so I sat in the passenger seat. He pulled a lever and turned around to face the front so I did the same thing. He stuck out his hand and said, "by the way I'm George." I took his hand and said, "I'm Johnny." "You have a nice firm grip, Johnny." he said, "I like that in a boy." It only took about 15 minutes to get to his house. He asked me about school, my family how I got along with my brothers. What is my mom and dad like, things that was just two friends getting to know each other. He parked in the garage and put the door down. We went into a kitchen. He took his shoes off at the door so I did the same. Some of my friends had the same rule; you had to take your shoes off as soon as you came in the house. "Would you like a coke?" "Mmm, Dr. Pepper if you have it." "Sure do." he said. "Go on into the family room. You can look at some of my models." Wow, you wouldn't believe it. He had planes hanging from the ceiling. They looked so real that I felt like I should duck to keep them from hitting me. He had cars all over on shelves and tables. He had boats in a display that looked like a marina. Some were wood, some were plastic and some were even paper. They all looked like metal and you couldn't tell what they were until you picked them up. "Here you go." he said as he handed me my glass. It tasted different than Dr. Pepper. I thought maybe it was Mister Pipp, some people like that kind. It kind of made shivers go up my back when I took a big gulp. He just smiled at me so I smiled back. He told me about each model, what it was made of, how long it took, what kind of paint he used...etc. I really didn't know there was so much involved in model building. By the time we finished the family room my glass was empty. We went into the living room. He took my glass into the kitchen and was back in a minute with a refill. He had a few models in this room but not very many. After he told me about each one of them he said, "Let's move to my model building room." I followed him up the stairs. I felt a little woozy going up the stairs. We went into what was supposed to be a bed room. He had a work bench and shelves and shelves of models in different stages of completion. He turned, looked at me and smiled. It was a warm smile. He said, "I can tell you about this later, let's finish the tour." He put his arm around my waist and guided me down the hall. It was like a guy on a date guiding his girlfriend around. I started giggling. I don't know why but everything was becoming funny. We went into his bedroom. Now I really started laughing. The bed was the biggest bed I have ever seen. He said it was king sized. He had mirrors all around the room. He also had like 3 or 4 video cameras on tripods around the room. When I finished my second Dr. Pepper or whatever it was, he took the glass, set it on the nightstand, and guided me over to sit on the bed. I was still laughing uncontrollably. As I lay back on the bed I was laughing so hard. When I looked up there was a mirror on the ceiling. Seeing myself laugh made me laugh more. "Shit. What is that for?" I said and then realized I said shit. "Oops, sorry." He looked at me and I looked at him through the mirror. He lay back right next to me like I was. We both lay there looking at each other through the mirror for a few minutes. It was like he was trying to decide whether to tell me or not. "So I can watch myself jack off." he said. Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes. I was still giggling. "Do you jack off yet?" he asked. I gulped. I didn't want to admit that I did. We joked about whackers in the locker room after gym class. You know saying things like 'he's a whacker' and then everybody laughed. "You know all guys do." he went on, "They just don't admit to anybody but I don't know why not, we all do it." I was still giggling but I didn't say anything. "I mean I just told you I did so you can tell me." I stopped giggling. My dick got rock hard and wanted touched. I looked down at the tent that was in my shorts. My dick got harder and made the material bounce up. He laughed so I looked at him and he was looking at my tent. I giggled and it did it again. He rolled over facing me. I looked back at the mirror in the ceiling. I saw his hand come over and land on my knee. Oh Gawd, it felt so hot. It felt so good. I giggled again, a nervous kind of giggle. He was still watching the tent in my shorts. It bounced again. His hand came up the inside of my leg. I was still watching through the mirror. It was like I was watching a movie but I felt what he was doing while I watched it. His hand went up my leg and under my shorts. My legs spread apart all on there own. His hand then slid under my boxers until his fingers were touching my balls. His fingers were shaking a little. He leaned over my shoulder and put his mouth to my ear. His warm breath in my ear made me shiver. "Are you alright with this?" he whispered. I couldn't talk. My heart was beating harder than it ever had in my life. It didn't beat this hard even when I was playing soccer. I shook my head yes. He kissed my ear. That sent more shivers down my spine. His index finger lifted my boxers away from my dick. His finger stroked my balls. My arm went around his head and pulled him tightly into mine. I felt like I was spinning. I arched my back pushing my balls into his finger. He nibbled at my ear. "You like this don't you?" I shook my head yes. I kept watching in the mirror. "Do you want me to keep doing it?' I shook my head harder. I had feeling all over my body that I never had before. "Do you want me to do more?" I didn't know what more was but "YES" I screamed. I didn't know it was me that screamed. It was in the movie I was watching, the movie on the ceiling. His hand came out of my shorts. I whimpered. I felt I was almost going to cry I felt so bad about his hand leaving my balls. His hand squeezed my dick through my shorts, just for a second, and then went under my shirt. Again it felt hot on my stomach, it was quivering, both my stomach and his hand. He pushed my shirt up to my neck. His fingers came down and circled first my right nipple and then my left. I had heard that girls liked that but I never knew it could feel so good to a guy. No wonder girls like it. I thought I was going to pee my pants. He pulled at my shirt like he was trying to get it over my head. I sat up and took it off. When I lay back down he started kissing my chest. He kissed my nipple, then licked it, then took it between his teeth. "Oh shit." I grabbed his head in my arm and held him in place. My other hand grabbed my dick through my shorts and boxers. I thought I was going to cum right then and there. I would have with just a few strokes but he grabbed my hand. He gently moved my hand over my head. When he let go I left it there. His mouth immediately went to my exposed pit. His tongue licked and licked. Gross I thought, I'm all sweaty, but it tickled so I giggled. It got my mind off needing to cum. He cleaned my other pit then kissed his way down and stuck his tongue in my belly button. Moving off the bed, he stood between my legs that were hanging off the bed at the knees. He smiled, I smiled back. Putting his hands on the waist band of my shorts, he gave me a questioning look. I smiled and shook my head yes. He pulled the shorts and boxers off together. Putting them to his nose he took a deep breath. I was naked before him now. "You smell so good." I just smiled. "I bet there is more of that good scent down here." He said as he knelt on the floor and put his nose between my leg and balls. It tickled as the air went across my skin as it entered his nose. I looked back at the mirror on the ceiling. As he exhaled the warm breath on my skin, my head rolled back and my eyes went so far up into my head that I could not see a thing. He moved to the other side and inhaled again. As he exhaled I said, "Oh god! I have to cum." "Not yet my love." he said. "In good time you will have the best climax of your life." He licked my ball sack. He did that until there was not a spot that was dry. "You taste even better than you smell." He sucked both balls into his mouth at the same time. It hurt as they popped in with so much force. The pain took away my need to cum. His tongue (which was the longest tongue I have ever seen) snaked out to lick my perineum. His tongue reached all the way to my asshole. The need to cum didn't go away for very long. It was back and even stronger than before. Again my head rolled back and I lost my eyesight. I gripped the bedspread in both hands. I had to or I would have jacked off. I wanted to jack off but I knew he wanted me to wait. He put his hands under my knees and lifted my legs. He pushed them until they were beside my ears. As he did that my balls slipped from his mouth and his tongue slid down to my hole. It circled it several times and then pushed inward. I whimpered. I whimpered so loudly I heard it echo. My head was spinning. I watched his tongue through the mirror as it probed and pushed. Suddenly my hole relaxed and opened, wanting his tongue inside. I could see his tongue shoot inward, I grabbed my knees from him to pull them back farther, my ass pushed towards his face and I yelled. His finger started at the base of my spine and slid on his slobber until it was at my hole with his tongue. As his tongue came out, his finger went in. His tongue went across my balls and up my steel hard dick to the tip. His mouth went over the head and down my dick until his nose was in what little hair I had down there. His finger went in and touched my prostate. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHH!" I shot so hard it hurt. I thought I was peeing instead of cumming. And it was down his throat. "Shit here it comes again." "UUUUUUUUUhhhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggggg!" I did that 5 times. He held his mouth still but kept my dick firmly in his throat. A couple of minutes latter I felt more cum ooze out and that was the last thing I remember. I woke up hours latter under the covers, by myself. It was dark. It took me a while to realize I wasn't in my own bed. I was naked. 'Where am I? Oh yeah, I remember now.' There was enough light that I could see a lamp on the night stand. I turned it on and looked for my clothes. They were not in the room. I hid behind the door as I slowly opened it. I didn't see anyone so I went out into the hallway. I definitely wasn't used to walking around the house with nothing on. At our house you were fully dressed before you came out of your room. I peeked around the corner and when I didn't see anyone I ventured into the hallway. There was light coming out of the model building room. I walked down the hall to it and peaked around the corner. He must have seen me out of the corner of his eye. He turned and looked at me. "Did you finally wake up?" he said, "Come on in." "I can't," I said, "I don't have anything on. I couldn't find my clothes." "Oh, I put them in the washing machine." he said, "I've seen it already, remember. You can come in naked." I put my hands over my privates and inched my way to the door. He went back to painting the airplane he was working on. I walked on in to watch what he was doing. When I got next to him he put the paintbrush down and put his arm around me pulling me into a hug. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Tomorrow we will go shopping and buy you some clothes but you don't have to wear anything when you are in the house. I love looking at your beautiful body." From that time on I never considered going home. I felt like I was home. He was ALWAYS gentle and caring with me. We had sex at least 2 or 3 times everyday, sometimes 6 or 7. I remember one day I came 11 times. It was never about him. It was always about him giving me pleasure. Did I ever suck him? Yes but even that was about my pleasure. And believe me it gave me pleasure every time I did. He never fucked me even though I begged him to. He said he didn't want to hurt me. He asked me at least once a week if I wanted to go home. He did take me over to the park one day. We sat in the van and watched my brothers playing. I missed my brothers but then I thought of how much I loved living with him. This was all before Amber Alerts so I guess that is why he could do it. There was nothing on the news about my being missing. We watched the news together every night and he would make me discuss what was on. He thought it was important to know and understand what was going on in the world. When we were at home I seldom had clothes on. As I walked past him he would reach out and tug my dick. Or he would run his hand down my back and over my butt. I would sit naked on his lap as we watched television. He would pet me and I would purr. Most of the time he only had a pair of shorts on but sometimes he was naked like me. He did work but I found out afterwards he really didn't need to. He worked so that we had some time apart. He felt that was important. He taught me all about model building. We would work together on the models. He home schooled me the first year I was there. Believe it or not, he went down to the courthouse and got a copy of my birth certificate. He thought I needed to go to school so I could socialize with kids my age and he needed the birth certificate to enroll me. When he enrolled me in public school they had me take tests to see where to place me, I skipped 2 grade levels. I was suppose to go into the 7th grade when he home schooled me. So I thought I would be in the 8th grade but they moved me to high school and the 9th grade. It was the same school system but different schools. I didn't want to go because I thought they would take me away from him but they didn't. I was in honors classes and even taking some college credit courses. He got me a passport so we could travel. And travel we did. The only continent I have not been on yet is Africa. That is where we were going next. The key word there is 'were'. What happened? I kept begging him to let me see what it was like to get fucked. Why I wanted to was because most of the time he would cum from me fucking him. And the orgasm he would have was unbelievable. I wanted to feel that way. I was 16 when he suggested we see if we could find another boy that would be smaller to fuck me. It wasn't a boy to live with us like me, just a fuck buddy. Well he wasn't supposed to live with us but he was more like me than we thought he would be. George picked him out at a different park than I was at. I was afraid it would be someone I know and I didn't want that. He looked to be about 14, cocky acting like he ruled the park. At this park there were restrooms and when we saw him go in George sent me to see what I thought. He said don't do anything just check him out and we will talk about it first. I went in and stood next to him at the urinal. He was reading the graffiti when I came in. When he saw me he unzipped and stood like he was peeing. It was so obvious that he wasn't. I looked over his shoulder like I was reading one on his side but what I was really doing was checking out his dick. His was very big for his age and hard as a rock. I got hard. I realized he was checking me out so I leaned back some so he could see it real good. He turned towards me some. I looked up at his face and he was looking straight at my eyes smiling. I found out later that he was only 13. He sure acted older than 13. "You got somewhere we can go?" he asked. It scarred the shit out of me. I thought, 'George is going to kill me.' Not really but I knew this is not what he said to do. "Umm," 'shit what am I thinking but his dick looked so good,' "You want to go to my friend's house? We have to ride in his van but we can bring you back." "Is he gonna do it too?" he asked. "I don't know," I answered, "Maybe, if you want." "Okay," he said, "Where to?" I had jeans on so I stuffed my dick to the side and zipped up. He on the other hand was having trouble. He had shorts on and no shirt. His dick wouldn't stay below the waistband of his shorts. I took my shirt off and told him to put it on and let it hang down so it wouldn't show. As we walked out together I kept looking towards the van trying to see George to see if he would give me a sign or something. If he shook his head no I would tell the kid to forget it. The glare on the window kept me from seeing him. It's a good thing I couldn't see him because he was shaking his head in disbelief and laughing. I opened the back door of the van and he got in. I got in behind him and closed the door. "Hi, I'm George." he said as he stuck out his hand. The boy took it and said, "I'm Jimmy." "I'm Johnny." I said, then turning to George I said, "Uh, he wants to know if we can go to your place." "Oh," George said, "Are you sure he wants to?" I didn't answer. Instead I lifted my shirt from his stomach to show George the hard dick sticking out of his shorts. "I guess he does." George said as he turned his seat around to drive. "You boys can get to know each other on the bed back there." I took off my shoes so he did the same. I crawled back onto the bed and lay on my back. He was on top of me in a second. I wasn't expecting his forwardness. He lay on top of me, humping into my stomach, and started kissing me. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. 'Jeez,' I thought, 'where did he learn to kiss like that?' I learned later he had a 15, 17 and 19 year old brother that he had been fooling around with since he was 5. He said his 19 year old brother taught him to suck dick. His 17 year old brother was the kisser and he was good at it. The 15 year old would just fuck him, wham, bang, thank you man and be on his way. All four slept in the same room so it was an orgy every night. The trouble was it was never reciprocated. Not with any of the three. They used him for their release and threw him aside. And they say boy lovers are sick and perverted. While we were kissing and he was humping my stomach, I slid my hands down his back and into his shorts and underwear (tighty-whities). Between the way he kissed and his sliding up and down on my pelvic region, I was panting and moaning. It hit me before I knew it was coming. It wasn't a hard, mind going blank, climax. I just started cumming. It flowed and flowed, soaking my boxers and jeans. I didn't go soft though. It was no sooner over than I could feel myself building for another. But that wasn't to happen. George pulled into the garage. "Break it up you two." he said. "We're home. Let's take it into the house. I'll take some picture if it's okay with you Jimmy." It was more of a statement rather than a question but Jimmy answered anyway. "That would be fun." We spent the next 4 hours naked on George's bed doing everything you could imagine. George got some excellent pictures of my deflowering. You may have seen them around the news groups. George joined us some but he couldn't keep up with our youth. But then I couldn't keep up with Jimmy. The fourth time he fucked me I just lay on my stomach and let him go at it. When he fucked me it was the first time he was on the giving end, he had only been fucked by his brothers. I think he decided he liked it. I had been sucked off 3 times, once by George and twice by Jimmy. I fucked George once and Jimmy twice. Jimmy was insatiable. He would cum, rest 5 minutes and was ready to go again. George and I traded him off for awhile but then George petered out and I had to try to keep up with him myself. Finally George said, "I think it's time to take you home. It's getting kind of late." "Can't I stay here?' Jimmy pleaded. "I can't go back to my brothers. They treat me like shit, take what they want from me and then tell me to piss off." George looked at me with a questioning look. "I can't keep up with him." I said. George laughed. "Oh please, please, please." Jimmy said. "I won't do it all the time. It's just I'm use to satisfying 3 brother every night. I promise I'll stop whenever you tell me. I can't go back to that now that I know how good it can be. Pretty please with sugar on top." He was on his knees holding both of our hands. He had this sad, pleading look on his face. I couldn't say no. I looked pleadingly to George hoping he would put a stop to it but he was in the same boat I was. Now for the bad part, I have written all the garbage above because I have been dreading getting to this part. Jimmy had been with us about 3 months. I was back in school and Jimmy was being home schooled just like I was the first year. I came home from school one day, picked up Jimmy so we could run to McDonalds to get a snack. Unknown to us, Jimmy's 17 year old brother saw us. We were leaving the drive thru. He wasn't sure it was Jimmy. He followed us home. He didn't see us get out of my pickup (George bought it for me when I turned 16) because we were in the garage with the door going back down. But he saw enough that he was sure it was Jimmy. He went home and told his parents. They went to the police. The police couldn't get a search warrant because they didn't have a probable cause. They came to the house anyways with the 17 year old brother. If only Jimmy didn't answer the door it might have turned out better. When Jimmy saw his brother he screamed and ran to his room. (yes, we both had rooms even though we slept with George) Jimmy's brother took off after him but the policeman grabbed his arm. He radioed for backup and a supervisor. When I heard the radio squawk I went to see what was going on. Three police cars came flying up the street squealing to a halt in front of our house. Two officers ran around back and the third slowly walked up and asked the guy standing there what was going on. They now had there probable cause. The supervisor asked me where Jimmy went. "I don't know." and I really didn't but I had a good guess. "Don't get smart with me young man." he yelled, "WHERE IS HE?" George came walking into the room I guess to find out what was all the yelling about. Both officers immediately drew their guns pointing them at George. They handcuffed him. They had one of the officers that was in the backyard to watch the front the other stayed to watch the back. They went room to room until they found Jimmy. When they brought him back downstairs, fighting them all the way, his brother said to him, "You're in big trouble now shit for brains." The supervisor told him to shut up. Jimmy told the supervisor while he was riding in the back of his car all about what his brothers did to him. The idiot took him back home. He ran away 4 times in 3 months but they kept taking him back home. IDIOTS. Even though we both said we were not kidnapped they arrested George for kidnapping. They would not let us testify that we were not kidnapped. They tried to get us to say that we were sexually abused and molested but neither one of us would and they had no proof that we were. The picture they found on Georges computer were of Jimmy and I not of George. I haven't seen Jimmy since that day. They would not let us see each other. If I knew where he was I would go see him. They make me see a therapist and she was the one that told me he keeps running away. I mean do you blame him. I told her that and she said he was just making up the story about his brothers. IDIOTS, ALL OF THEM. George got 30 years. I miss him so much. He has someone taking care of his house so maybe some day I will get to see him. I wanted to go visit him at the penitentiary but without my parents consent I am not allowed. I will turn 18 in 3 months and you can bet where I am going for my birthday. I want you to know that I know my parents love me, and they want what they think is best for me but they can't give me the kind of love that George gives me. His was unconditional. I didn't have to meet his expectations. I wasn't scolded if I goofed up. He would just sit down with me like I was an adult and ask me what I did, why did I do it, what would have been a better way to handle it. He allowed me to make my mistakes and learn from them. My parents, yeah right. They lecture me, they tell me what I did like I didn't know myself. They tell me what STUPID mistakes I make. One of the things I learned from George is that I am not stupid. In fact I'm pretty smart. I mean I was in all honors classes and get almost all A's. George set up a trust for my college tuition but my parent will not allow me to use it. I have completed my freshman year with a 4.0 but had to drop out because of "lack of funds" as my dad put it. Needless to say I no longer have the relationship with my parents that I had before all this happened. Some of you might say that is Georges fault but it is my parents fault. They can't treat me like an adult and let me make my own decisions. They do not see how I grieve my loss of George. I only hope that after I turn 18 that they try to accept me for who I am, complete with my love for George. I plan on living at George's house while I complete my degree. I plan on a doctorate in Psychology. Can you guess what my Thesis will be on? He also taught me that I got out whatever I put into it. It being anything I tried. Maybe some day I will replace Dr. Phil as the one who is quoted. END