Chapter 178 - CHAPTER 6 - CURT ABDUCTED

Getting more blurry in his mind from the drugged beers, Curt closed his eyes again, each time for a few seconds longer. His eyelids felt heavy and when he closed them he thought none of the other guys in the van would notice. But like nodding off in a class room that catches the stern attention of the teacher, Curt's losing efforts to keep his eyes open and the slight bowing of his head did catch the attention of his new found "friends". They after all knew what was happening - and loved seeing Curt fight off the drug, his head bowing and then bopping back up in a jerk, eyes widened to keep them open, and then fighting off the intense urge to close them and sleep.

He totally ignored Bobby now, not even bothering to answer his questions anymore. His words were just a buzz now - an irritating buzz like a fly circling and touching parts of his face, to be swatted away. He wished he could swat Bobby away.

The others weren't talking at all - at least as far as Curt could tell. While the drug still hadn't taken total effect yet - that would happen in less than a minute - it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He yawned, stretching his muscled arms and then put his arms up behind his head, trying to stifle yet another yawn. Some of his brownish wiry hairs peeked out from both sides of Curt's t-shirt arm openings that was still very damp from his sweat.

The guys stared at Curt's t-shirt covered torso - the muscled pecs bulging out they could see his quarter sized dark n.i.p.p.l.es through the damp fabric that stretched over his body. With Curt's eyes closed still, their eyes now all focused intently at his crotch covered jeans, noting the substantial rounded bulge and what looked like the outline of a mouth-watering huge tube shape that curled toward his t.h.i.g.h that they knew had to be his c.o.c.k. They remembered the video feed of his using the urinal in that old gas station restroom. They got glimpse of his 7 inch flaccid d.i.c.k - and his brief stroking of it. Oh how they l.u.s.ted for him now.

Every time Curt shifted while sitting they stared at the large bulge between his muscled t.h.i.g.hs - something they could easily do as Curt's eyes closed more and more. They could almost inhale the musky heavy scent that they knew had to be trapped in the tight crotch of his jeans and u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r.

Bobby was still sitting on the van floor next to Curt, while Daniel casually moved over and sat on his other side. Facing him were the two others. Daniel and Eric were both the same height or so as Curt - and Daniel outweighed him easily. The other two guys facing him were just a few inches shorter - but had enough muscle so that all five could easily overpower a drugged Curt.

The guys now were all talking to him, especially Bobby - and all sounded like a continuous annoying buzz to Curt, though he was too polite, given that they were giving him a ride, to tell them to shut the hell up. He wanted to, but he reminded himself that they were just being friendly - or so he thought.

He would smile and nod, though not sure what the conversation or question was. He closed his eyes again and then again - his long lashes making him look even more s.e.xy for a brief moment. After a few moments - the intervals getting longer and longer, he would open them and look at his "friends", smiling. He tried to widen his eyes, as if that would shake off the d.e.s.i.r.e to sleep - and then closed his eyes again.

They all stared at the boy when he eyes were closed, hungrily drinking in his muscled body and beautiful face. They still couldn't believe their luck in finding him on the road.

The van wall Curt was leaning against had two chains, with leather wrist cuffs on both, covered by a curtain like cloth so it couldn't be seen. On the other side, also unknown to Curt, - on the floor of the van were two other chains with ankle cuffs, also hidden by blankets and a rug. Each of the boys would take one of the chains and cuffs - and knew it was their job to attach and restrain a leg or arm of this handsome boy.

After they chained and gagged him, they would leave his clothes on until they arrived at their secret destination, called the "Facility". With enormous growing l.u.s.t, they could - and would - fondle, touch and sniff the boy but otherwise held back anything further until they reached their secret hidden destination. But they had the experience and discipline of previously abducting countless numbers of other straight youths and men over the years. Though Curt was one of the most handsome and beautiful they had abducted so far , they had that discipline not to strip him n.a.k.e.d and **** his body right then and there, even though they wanted desperately to. That would come. They would have that chance soon.

More important, many potential buyers demanded seeing the merchandise still in its original wrapping. This they did, after abducting their straight boy prey and hauling them to the "Facility" and displaying their struggling still clothed tied up bodies on live video stream to rich viewers and potential buyers across the world. Sometimes they would strip n.a.k.e.d their captive boys on the way if a buyer or viewer paid for that to happen or if circ.u.mstances required it to fully subdue the boy, but most of the time they would hold off.

The task before them now, as they did to so many of those other young men and boys, was to overpower and restrain Curt, and deliver him to the Facility.

Though the drug was making Curt drowsy and dizzy, he was now totally creeped out by Bobby and some of the others who reminded him of characters on the "Big Bang Theory". Even then though, he still didn't suspect any threats he had to worry about. He opened his heavy lashed green eyes that dazzled females and now his new "friends". He looked at Bobby and the others who now stopped talking and simply stared back at him.

Though his mind now was nearly totally blanked out by the drug, Curt wondered about why they suddenly went silent. Why they were staring at him? Why were they grinning with one or two of them l.i.c.k.i.n.g their lips? It was f.u.c.k.i.n.g creepy Curt thought, closing his eyes again, but opening them up a few seconds later - seeing the same thing. The staring. As if they were waiting for something.

But he was getting too tired now to think about it. His muscled arms and college wrestler legs and body now felt numb. He never felt so exhausted. He leaned further back against the van wall, feeling very sleepy and closed his eyes and muttered "man, I am f.u.c.kin tired..."

Watching Curt's long lashed eyes close, this time as if he was now fully passed out or sleeping, his body clearly taken over by the drug in the beer, the guys in the van, like a pack of hungry hyenas ready to take down a wounded lion. Though their prey was clearly drugged and now unable to fully resist anything they did, the guys in the van with years of experience abducting so many boys before, moved with startling precision and speed.

In a split quick second Daniel grabbed Curt's left wrist and quickly attached the cuff, tightened the straps. Bobby, his eyes glazed with pure l.u.s.t did the same on Curt's right arm, and both yanked on the chained raising the boy's arms up tight before his eyes flew open in shock and bewilderment.

"Hey..Hey!!!! What the f.u.c.k????? What....what are you doing man???...What???" Curt, said loudly, suddenly waking, his eyes trying to focus, but clearly confused, and in a seriously weakened state by the drug.

Curt in his drug weakened and confused state still tried to resist and escape though his attempts were feeble and he never had a chance against the five guys gleefully attacking him now.

As a natural defensive reflex he tried pulling his arms away and tried to stand, but both Daniel and Bobby pushed him back, placing their hands hard against his abs and his mounded pecs, touching his body there for the first time, other than Bobby's brief feel of Curt's bicep earlier.

But Curt's reflexes were slow and off the mark, with his strength gone, like a man half asleep, thanks to the drug. He never had a chance, though Curt's mind was now fully conscious to know that he was being assaulted. He didn't know why they were doing this but his mind was trying to react and fight back. Only his athletic muscled body was not responding like the fighter he was. To his captors in the van, Curt was now like a giant prized swordfish hooked and reeled in thrashing and flopping helplessly. Caught and doomed.

Touching and pressing down on his sweaty muscled stomach and c.h.e.s.t they both realized what a prized piece of beef they had now. Their hands held him down and pressed his abs that felt like firm slabs of marbled rock. It was one thing seeing it - another for them to now be touching it. Pressing down hard on it - feeling the muscles grow taut and hard struggling against them.

In an almost frenzied action, before he could utter another protest, Jesse took Curt's left foot and attached the leather ankle cuff, while Aaron did the same to his right, and then both yanked the chain so it spread a part the boy's muscled legs widely.

"HEY!!!! F.U.C.K!!!!!! STOP!!! NOWW! WHAT THWE F.U.C.K????" Curt was yelling now, struggling hard, and trying to break from his restraints.

He was struggling like a wild animal - but his body was spread eagle in a sitting position - arms and legs spread out and a chain that held his waist tightly against the van wall. He continued to struggle with his adrenaline spiking, confused why his body didn't respond in fighting back the way it should have. What happened to him? Then he realized what they did.

"F.u.c.kin drugged me man...f.u.c.k...let me go...what kind of religious group does this shit??? This is so f.u.c.kin wrong man! Let me go. Let me go!!!! NOW!!!" he yelled at them, pulling hard as ever at the chains holding him and trying to buckle this way and that to force the arms and hands off of him.

They put a blindfold on him, and after a minute - loving his protests, shoved one of their previous victim's old used dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r into his mouth that they brought with them just for the occasion, taping it tightly with duct tape, while he tried to spit it out, enraged. They often brought the dirty socks or u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r of their previous victim to gag their new prey with it, as if it continued the link of boy at their mercy.

"It's the dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r of a real handsome dude we picked up last week. Almost as good-looking as you. How's he taste Curt?" Daniel whispered, as he had bunched the u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r's dirty pouch - the part that cradled one's d.i.c.k and balls, taping it up just under his nose.

There was no way Curt could avoid smelling or tasting the strong pungent odors and stains of that guy who wore it. It really didn't gag him - he could still yell out though not as easily or clearly. The taste of the gag was repulsive to Curt, with his salvia reawakening the pungent smells and taste of those u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r stains.

The white Fruit of the Loom boxer b.r.i.e.f.s had a strong yellowish tint in some areas of the pouch and a slight skid mark in the crotch area - in addition to other stains in the pouch from sweat, from prec.u.m and even c.u.m drippings. That dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r was f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y stripped off from a very handsome straight college athlete they abducted from a bar a week before, who fought back furiously. That college boy's musky crotch odors were very pungent. He was on the road travelling the previous two days and didn't have the opportunity to change or shower.

His captors loved the smell as much as they l.u.s.ted after that college boy's body. Unfortunately for the college boy, several of his potential buyers watching live via video stream wanted to see him flogged, pin wheeled (neural stimulator) and tickle tortured first for first two hours in his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, blindfolded but ungagged, suffering greatly, before it was taken off.

After a solid week of being edged, milked and r.a.p.ed, before being bought by some rich businessman from South America. The college boy apparently reminded that businessman of a straight boy when he went to college in the US - and who kicked his a.s.s for making an overture to suck his d.i.c.k one night after a party.

That incredibly wealthy businessman was always able to buy college boys now who resembled that long ago handsome youth. The youth captured in that bar would suffer endless edging, milking and s.u.c.k.i.n.g off his c.o.c.k, and also endless raping of his v.i.r.g.i.n straight a.s.s by him - and numerous friends and guests at parties he would have in the coming year. The guys in the van wondered about that very handsome college boy and what was happening to him just this moment. But only for a second. Their thoughts were focused on the incredibly handsome straight boy restrained and at their mercy in the van with that college boy's dirty b.r.i.e.f.s gagging him.

For them, it was an incredible e.r.o.t.i.c and s.e.xy sight - forcing Curt to inhale and taste the dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r of that college boy they kidnapped last week.

For a straight boy, especially one like Curt, the very thought of looking at, never mind being forced to touch and smell another guy's dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, was totally disgusting and dirty. He could taste and smell the old piss other crotch stains from the college boy's dirty boxer b.r.i.e.f.s. He was repulsed and had to hold back his instinct to vomit.

Added to that was he simply could not believe what was happening - and had no idea what these guys wanted. He had no money - that was obvious by his hitchhiking.

After seeing this handsome straight boy spread-eagled and helpless, Bobby couldn't resist feeling the boy's biceps again, this time in a slow worshipful way that he wanted to do before.

While Curt, blindfolded and not able to see what they were doing, could feel the touching and could hear their taunting. He was humiliated by what these guys were doing to him. He couldn't believe anyone would want to smell his sweaty underwarms - certainly no girl would and definitely none of the guys he hung around with. But now? He could feel Bobby putting his nose at the dank pit of his left arm, the t-shirt still damp from the heat, with some of his wiry armpit hairs poking out. Bobby, inhaling deeply the intense smell, s.u.c.k.e.d on those few strands - as Curt cursed him and struggled - and then abruptly yanked them out causing Curt to yell furiously through his now soaked dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r gag.

Bobby next stared directly into Curt's handsome face, with the blindfold that somehow enhanced his already beautiful looks. He smiled and began sniffing Curt's damp neck, down slowly between his two muscled heaving pecs covered by his tight white t-shirt, inhaling his sweaty odor, down to this flat hard stomach to the waist band of his jeans. He then put his face into the bulging front of Curt's jeans to inhale the pungent, aromatic and musky odors there.

"God he smells great" and then grabbed his bulge, exclaiming "he's big"

Curt struggled and tried to yell through his gag mmmuuuuthfuuugahdsofmmmmhhhhh!!!!" at his abductors.

Aaron joined the fun and like the others, ignored him his protests. They all loved his resistance and struggling and then lifted up part way his t-shirt to expose his flat tanned stomach rippling with muscles and his navel that was haloed lightly by hairs that trailed down to his still hidden pubes. Aaron wet his finger in his mouth and then drilled it into Curt's deep bellybutton, swirling it around, tickling it.

Curt thrashed violently like a wild colt at being touched- to no avail. The t-shirt fell back in place, covering up their prize. For now.

"Beautiful abs! S.e.xy innie belly button for us to tongue! Treasure trail! Hmmmmm....Whata package!" Aaron exclaimed, fingering lightly the boy's muscled abs and again sticking his finger into his belly button and tickling his sides a little - not too much.

Curt reacted violently to being touched by a guy like that. Both of his muscled arms yanking hard at the chains, each of his legs trying to kick and break the chains that spread him out. Now he knew it was his own body they were after.

He was outraged - and still confused. How did this happen? A guy abducted and pawed over like some helpless girl by a group of guys? The faggot nerdy guys in control?

This isn't something that ever happened before or a danger that anyone warned him about growing up - like one would a girl. Yes, be careful of strange a.d.u.l.ts - or even priests or coaches that touched you too much - but to be abducted, kidnapped and tied up by a group of faggots who wanted your body? And then he thought about that pervert faggot Noah who lived upstairs in that apartment. F.u.c.k! He took video and pictures of him n.a.k.e.d and other pictures of him shirtless. Stalked him. What the f.u.c.k is it????

He yelled, though muffled "FFFFFFNAGAAAAYFFFFFNHHDME!!!" , something that sounded to the others like "F.U.C.K NO!" and "GETYOURF.U.C.KIN HANDSOFF ME"

His body reacted violently again, yanking even harder now at the chains that restrained his arms and legs like a doomed fly caught in a spider's web.

After a few minutes his struggling tapered off, sweating from the pointless struggle - realizing he was helpless. He could take these guys - but his body didn't react the way it should have and then he realized that the beers were - even with the sealed cans - somehow drugged.

It was futile.

They knew it from the time they spotted him on the road. Curt just didn't know it yet. It took time and painful intense prolonged abuse for a straight handsome boy like Curt, who was used to being in control, used to always feeling entitled and arrogant, to be forced over time to comprehend that he was none of those things now. Even longer to realize he never would be again.

Now the other guys in the van also began feeling the boy up, touching the defined mounds of his pecs, and hard flat stomach. He m.o.a.n.e.d once or twice in rage, desperately trying to shake them off, moving his body this way or that. But the restraints spreading his legs out and his arms up tightly didn't allow any lee-way for him. His muscled sweaty body was totally exposed to them.

Ever so often a finger or fingers would touch him in such a way - deliberately it seemed - so it sent a ticklish sensation that caused him to shriek through his gag - and his body to jerk involuntarily. He was worried about that - worried that these sick f.u.c.ks would abuse him - like raping his a.s.s - but also now if they thought about tickling the shit out of him.

Though drugged, the thought terrified him. His mind was overwhelmed by conflicting thoughts of outrage, resistance, terror, and confusion while trying to figure out what was happening and why. And how he could escape it. But his mind was a jumble of those thoughts and made more confused by the drug.

His captors loved doing this, but were careful not to over do it, wanting to get Curt fully acquainted with his new life that would include constant live video cameras, live video streams, and a vast array of torments and tools they would use on him once they got him to his new home - at least until he was purchased - at a place known as the "Facility".

They wanted him to rest briefly before his ordeal really began - so that his defiance and struggling would still be at its peak for the video cameras and the live video streaming audience, including prospective buyers.

The video cam in the van did record everything - including the scene when they leaped at him and restrained him. That was a hot scene that prospective buyers would want to see later for sure, including his yelling, struggling of the boy as he was being fondled and touched by his captors. But the van's cramped quarters made it hard to fully see everything and lighting was sometimes a problem. So they usually waited until they got to the Facility.

After 20 minutes of the initial touching, including the slight tickling that terrified Curt, they remained content for the moment to simply stare at their beautiful new captive, who shifted uneasily back and forth, covered in a new layer of aromatic male sweat, ever so often pulling on the chains his body now fully exhausted from struggling and from the lingering impact of the drug they gave him.

A few moments after Curt came to, one of the guys pulled out the boy's wallet in Curt's right back jeans pocket, and that caused Curt to struggle again and yell a muffled protest.

They excitedly went through it as if it was a long lost treasure - giving tid bits of precious information about this handsome boy. He was the perfect age for them: 22 years old.

"Well Curt, we are going to have a lot of fun together!!!" Aaron said, groping the boy's bulge again, as he yelled.

"MMMMMMNAAAAAAAFUUUU" Curt's muffled enraged response.

Aaron unbuttoned the top of Curt's jeans and pulled down the zipper part way, exposing the struggling youth's u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, and the mounded bulge of his straight boy manhood. His tormentors grew even more excited seeing how Curt's treasure trail of wiry hairs from his belly button disappeared into the top waistband of his boxer b.r.i.e.f.s, that was pulled down enough to reveal the top part of a healthy nest of pubic hairs. They liked the fact that this boy didn't shave his pubes, and retained his natural body hair that on a masculine straight boy like Curt, enhanced - at least for them - his s.e.x.u.a.l allure. The display of their restrained captive boy was extremely s.e.xy and e.r.o.t.i.c to them - arms chained upwards, legs splayed out chained, t-shirt pushed up exposing his pecs and n.i.p.p.l.es and abs, and jeans unbuttoned and half-way unzipped that partially exposed his bulging boxer b.r.i.e.f.s.

Bobby, who clearly was becoming consumed with l.u.s.t for Curt, dived his face into the opening of Curt's pants, pressing into the pliable mound of Curt's junk, inhaling deeply the pungent musky masculine smells. The strong scents of Curt's sweaty c.o.c.k and balls captured by the fabric of his cotton u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r was to Bobby like a powerful e.r.o.t.i.c drug. He rubbed his nose back and forth on the bulge, sniffing and inhaling more deeply, as Curt yelled through his gag and tried desperately to push him away.

Curt never before had any guy touch him in this way - at least that he could knew of - now this intimate unwanted fondling of his junk enraged him. He yelled through his gag again at Bobby, who pulled his face away a few inches and grabbed at the bulging mound, cupping downward what he could of Curt's big ball sack, and then moved fingers lightly touching and gripping the girth and length upward, his semi-hard long snaking manhood. It wasn't steel hard, but Bobby knew that they would soon take care of that when they reached their destination in a few minutes. He reluctantly moved his face and body back, sighing as he stared at their beautiful captive, and zipped and buttoned the boy's pants back up.

Daniel and Eric poked their fingers into the damp t-shirted armpits of Curt, causing him to gasp and buckle his entire body with a muffled hysterical laughter, his hands tightening into fists. They sniffed their fingers, inhaling the boy's pungent armpit sweat odor that was mixed with a fading deodorant he must have put on earlier in the morning. The mixture was all straight boy - and they loved it.

"NNNNNNNAANANANANNANA" Curt yelled, in rage trying desperately to hide the sheer panic and terror he felt of being tickled. He hoped they didn't see or hear him react to that.

Suddenly Curt could feel the van lurch to a stop. Curt, despite the bravado, had to ward off the growing anxiety and terror of what was to come, fighting off a panic that was making him sick in the pit of his stomach. He had no idea where he was - or what would happen next. All he knew for the moment was that something very bad was going to happen to him.

His tormentors stared at the him knowing that very soon they would be unwrapping and abusing their prize. Bobby - who especially l.u.s.ted after Curt, licked his lips constantly, staring at the straight boy's bulging mound, knowing they would soon stripping him to finally expose what had to be a tasty hot piece of f.u.c.k meat.

Bobby knew, he would have the first taste of that throbbing f.u.c.k rod. He would have as much time as he wanted to edge and c.o.c.k polish the shit out this arrogant c.o.c.ky straight boy. He knew he could drive the boy to insanity by his edging and c.o.c.k polishing skills - knowing he almost certainly never experienced either in his straight boy s.e.x life. Bobby's d.i.c.k flexed hard, oozing prec.u.m with the thought of hearing Curt shriek by having his straight boy knob polished over and over and over. He would make Curt suffer by tormenting the f.u.c.k meat of this incredibly handsome youth.

Curt, blindfolded and gagged knew from their talking and feeling the van turn and then slow down that they were near whatever destination they were taking him to. A black curtain of doom seemed to overcome Curt's Alpha Male persona. His body trembled involuntarily for a moment and he hoped his captors didn't see that. He summoned all the will-power he had in him to stop the utter panic and fear fighting off a fearful reaction to vomit. He could taste the bile in his mouth.

Man up he told himself. Don't let them do this to you he thought, trying to shut out the voices of his tormentors and the fear of what would happen next. He needed to concentrate and focus on fighting back, as he always did before in college and high school wrestling matches. He flexed and his body grew taut. He shook his head and fisted his hands. He fought off the nauseous feeling and suppressed - for the moment - the feeling of sheer panic and terror.

He could feel the van slow and then lurch to a stop.

F.u.c.k them he thought. I'll get out and I'm going to f.u.c.k them over when I do he vowed.

TO BE CONTINUED.....