Chapter 176 - CHAPTER 4 - CURT FINDS A RIDE

They roamed aimlessly around the countryside on a hot humid day, half heartedly looking for their next victim.

They had a short list -as they always did - of prospective candidates that they had been stalking over the past several weeks (including video surveillance) but sometimes they would roam the streets and country roads for someone entirely new. None of them really expected to see anyone interesting - but in the past ever so often they got lucky. Their d.i.c.ks got hard just thinking about the three different young straight guys they picked up and abducted this way in the past two weeks or so. They had several scouts in different areas that helped spot potential prey. Other times they caught their prey in more targeted methods. But to them, it was sometimes fun and exciting to hunt and catch what they jokingly referred to as "free range organic prey". But it didn't always pan out. They could search for hours on end and not find anyone, or if they did, not the type of guy that had the looks or build to meet their lowest standards. But when they did, the sighting and the eventual abduction was even more prized and exciting.

For the past hour and half they didn't see anyone - and were almost ready to give up and try looking for prey around the bars and clubs in the city later that night. And then they got a call on their satellite cell phone.

Ahead a few miles away would be the perfect Adonis either walking along the road or waiting inside his car.

Within minutes they past a car that broke down - the make and model matched the one reported by the scout.

Further ahead they saw a tiny figure on the right hand side trudging along.

They sped up fast in the van quickly gobbling up the miles and catching up to the walking figure. They couldn't believe their eyes. Even from only seeing his shirtless back covered partially by a backpack, and bubble b.u.t.t covered by tight jeans, he clearly was to them the perfect Adonis that their scout said he was. He would be paid handsomely for his work.

Now gliding the van just a few yards away, they honked, seeing the young tanned shirtless man, with a backpack strapped to his back, holding an athletic bag, wearing just low slung jeans with a black wide belt, wearing vans shoes, and a baseball cap backwards like a frat boy and sunglasses. A white t shirt hung from the back of his jeans.

Startled at the noise, the young shirtless man turned around, his right hand raised above his eyes to block the blazing sun so he could see, exposing his hairy sweaty armpit.

Most of all, they could see a promising large bulge that clearly advertised that he was packing an enormous mouth-watering tube of pure straight boy c.o.c.k. They could see the enormous bulge shift left and right as he walked, noting that it looked like he possessed a large and thick piece of meat that was pointed downwards towards his left t.h.i.g.h. They noticed his jeans were visibly damp with heavy sweat clinging to his skin, clearly showing his muscled bubble b.u.t.t and a.s.s crack - as if it was a second skin. It looked almost l.e.w.d and done on purpose to attract attention. But of course it wasn't. His shuffling slow walk to the passenger window side of the van clearly looked desperate from the heat.

Close-up he was even more good-looking, with a look and manner to the guys in the van that was at once charmingly boyish, yet so stunningly handsome that it intimidated both guys and girls not blessed with such attributes. They knew this straight boy wouldn't normally give them the time of day if it wasn't for the fact he needed them.

The guys in the van couldn't believe their good luck. It was like hunting for the perfect prey - and discovering it was looking for them.

A Christian religious logo and Bible text was displayed prominently on the side this particular "abduction" van, designed to disarm most of their hapless straight boy prey who figured the guys inside were no threat to them. It almost - with 1 exception in the past - always worked. The van was one of a fleet of such "abduction" vehicles with different logos, designs and coloring. The fleet included two large u-haul type small trucks.

They slowed and stopped just behind of the walking shirtless muscled boy. The boy stopped walking, and slowly turned around, staring at the front of the van that also had the Christian logo on it. Standing still now, shifting his weight to one hip, he took off his dirty baseball cap, exposing his very damp armpit hair and scratched his head, running his fingers through his brownish blonde hair matted down with sweat as if to comb it before making an appearance. He stuck the baseball cap in the back of his pants pocket and slowly walked over to the passenger side of the van, his tanned pecs and 8 pack abs looking like it was flexing on his torso as he did.

Beads of heavy sweat on his forehead and face, the young man looked at the van, stared back the guy in the passenger seat with the van window rolled down. Jesse was in the passenger side and said hi to the boy and then offered a ride. It was miles away before the next town or even to a gas station and hardly any traffic on the road Jesse told the boy. They were headed for a prayer meeting in the next town, some 15 miles down the road and could drop him off there - it was no trouble, and in fact, part of their ministry to help stranded boys. If the shirtless muscled youth was thinking clearly and not so desperate for help, he would have wondered about Jesse's line about helping "stranded boys". Stranded people. Folks. But just boys? But he didn't wonder a second about that odd line - he was too grateful about being offered a ride.

It was hard for the guys in the van not to stare at the boy's sculpted c.h.e.s.t and muscled ribbed abs and his quarter sized dark n.i.p.p.l.es as he stood in front of their vehicle and then walked slowly to the open passenger window. He clearly worked out - but his body and face still retained a youth, lean, natural appearance - as if his muscles came from work on the proverbial farm.

They loved his s.e.xy belly button that curled inwards and the light dusting of dark hairs - his treasure trail. He had a heavy patch of hair under both arm pits and to the guys in the van, the boy's tight jeans seemed to grip the his muscled bubble b.u.t.t, t.h.i.g.hs and calves as he stood there and then turned to wait for the van side door to open.

The van door slid open and he was greeted with a full rush of cold air from the vehicle's air conditioning. It felt good on his sweaty body that was just minutes away from being sun burned and he stood there for a moment enjoying the relief of cold air. The guys in the van stared caught up in the rapture of such an incredibly beautiful young man. They guessed him to be 19, maybe in his early 20's but definitely not more than 23 years. He was perfect.

He realized he had no other choice and jumped in. The shirtless hitchhiking boy though felt no fear or apprehension about the guys in the van. To him, sweaty and tired from the walking, the guys in the van all were a bit on the nerdy geeky side, and none appeared to have anywhere near the muscles or athletic build that he possessed. They seemed harmless enough.

He had made that calculation even before jumping inside the van in his mind - sizing them up as he always did when meeting other guys. He felt, letting natural frat boy athlete bravado get the best of him, that he could easily take them.

Not realizing how much the heat and desperation of walking for miles without a ride was clouding his judgment, the shirtless muscled boy figured that, though outnumbered, he could if necessary - intimidate his new benefactors from doing anything stupid. To his mind and everything in his past experience, he was always in control, always could get or make others do what he wanted. Though at a disadvantage due to the breakdown of his car, this was really no different.

The tired youth didn't notice the l.u.s.tful stares - he simply thought they admired his muscled build like others often did - especially those far, far lower on Curt's food chain. They were careful not to stare too overtly and did most of their staring when the handsome shirtless youth wasn't looking. That was easy because one of the guys could always distract his attention by talking to him - which they did to allow the others to stare and examine their shirtless muscled prey.

He loved the cold air on his hot sweating tanned skin after he got in the van and sat down - knees up - leaning against the side. Looking around and seeing further religious type sayings and ill.u.s.trations on the van wall inside he further surmised to himself that the guys in the van presented absolutely no threat to him and let his guard down almost completely.

He was clearly tired and exhausted - but the cold air was starting to freshen and reinvigorate him, hardening, to his chagrin, his n.i.p.p.l.es. He just wished now for a nice long hot shower to wash off all his sweat and grime from the long drive - and from the couple of miles he walked after his car broke down. Even the few miles he walked drenched him with sweat because of the intense heat and humidity. He hated being sweaty and dirty. Well, he could deal with that when they hit the next town. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed his long lashed eyes for a second and leaned his head back against the van wall. The gesture was both endearing and extremely s.e.xy to the guys in the van.

"Thanks man...my cell isn't working out here... been walking for a while...thanks..." the handsome young man said gratefully opening his eyes now, looking at his new found "friends".

He was still shirtless, and the guys stared at the brownish hairs peeking out from his armpits, his biceps flexed with his arms folded across his defined mounds of muscled pecs. That c.h.e.s.t, the guys in the van observed, was centered by two salmon colored quarter sized n.i.p.p.l.es, just begging to them to be pinched and s.u.c.k.e.d. And they stared longingly at his pancake flat belly with a s.e.xy belly button hole, with a wispy treasure trail of brownish hairs down to the top of the waist band of his boxer b.r.i.e.f.s and jeans. He had only the slightest body fat folds of skin drawn tightly over his impressive 8 pack abs and stomach.

They were fixated on the boy's n.a.k.e.d c.h.e.s.t and stomach and the large mound between his legs, now scrunched up with his knees up sitting on the van's thick rug cushioned floor. One of the guys - Aaron - moved over from the other side of the van and sat himself right next to their new young passenger their legs touching either other briefly - until the young man almost as a reflex quickly moved his leg away. A little jumpy having another guy touch him, Aaron thought. Oh yeah, they would have a lot of fun with this straight boy.

"No cell phone coverage out here bro," said one of the guys whose name was Aaron. There wasn't - but the guys in the van had cell phones connected by satellite, though none of them mentioned that to the shirtless boy.

Everything about his manner indicated to the guys in the van that this boy was straight as an arrow and they instantly fell in love with his masculine yet boyish voice. He again thanked his new found friends (or so he thought) explaining how f.u.c.k.e.d up things was for him for the past day.

He was moving to take a new job he said and had already driven 100 miles when his car broke down - and he more or less abandoned it, leaving it on the side of the road a couple of miles back. He'd have to arrange to have it towed once he got to the next town. He was bummed he said because the whole thing was going to delay his starting his new job. What he didn't say was it would also mean he wasn't going to have time at least this evening to hook up with some girl to f.u.c.k her brains out. He was horny as hell after not having s.e.x for the past three days - though he wasn't going to tell these religious geeks that. But he was more disappointed about that. He really was horny.

Though normally not talkative, especially with strangers, and especially with THIS type of geeky type strangers, the handsome youth felt obliged to explain his situation and said he was going to work at a restaurant some 200 miles away that a friend owned. He had been walking carrying his stuff in a heavy backpack and an athletic bag for the past 30 minutes and was getting worried that he would be stranded until they came by in the van.

He still felt grungy and hot, though he was now starting to feel the cold air on his body, so that the sweat on his c.h.e.s.t and back was drying up. The insides of his pants - especially his crotch - was still damp from sweating in the heat - and the boy hated that feeling. But he didn't mention that.

But with his c.h.e.s.t and back almost dry he looked around the van and noticed he was the only one shirtless. Though proud of his body, he felt suddenly felt a little self conscious because the other guys - who were staring at him - were religious and maybe it wasn't cool that he was half n.a.k.e.d. He decided quickly to put his shirt back on and reached for his white t-shirt, raising one arm exposing his still sweaty hairy armpit and slipped it back on.

"Oh, you can keep it off if you want," said one of the guys. "Doesn't bother us either way."

"No..I mean...thanks, but it's getting cold anyway, just the way I like it," the handsome young man said, pulling the t-shirt down his front, now covering his torso and stomach.

In fact the guys in the van liked staring at the boy's shirtless torso - though they didn't say that and stared only when the boy wasn't looking. There would be time enough for the boy to realize how much they liked looking at him shirtless - and n.a.k.e.d - after he was subdued. That would be soon.

He leaned back against the van wall on the floor and for a moment closed his long lashed eyes from exhaustion and heat. He could feel the cold air now. The guys in the van stared at their prey - loving and resenting everything about him.

"So, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I'm Aaron. That's Jesse. Over there is Daniel and Eric and Bobby. Oh and Joseph there is driving."

"So what's your name bro?" Aaron asked - putting out his hand, still amazed how lucky they were to catch such a handsome beautiful s.e.xy guy on the road. He was movie star Abercrombie/Fitch gorgeous. An incredibly hot straight youth - who was (until a few moments before) shirtless, his flat stomach with his 8 pack abs and a s.e.xy treasure trail of hair from his deep belly button hole and muscled pecs that looked curved from marble centered by two scallop colored quarter sized n.i.p.p.l.es. F.u.c.k.i.n.g hottest thing they have seen in a long time they all thought.

"Oh...yeah. I forgot to introduce myself too. Sorry about that," he said.

He said his name was Curt.

Curt.

To the guys in the van the name was perfect -a strong masculine name sounded like the way he looked.

Sharp sounding, defined and strong. Perfect boy. Perfect name.

Soon to be theirs.