Awareness slowly returned to Chris. As he struggled to consciousness, he could feel that his arms and legs were once more restrained. He then realized that he was back on a bed. Slowly he opened his eyes. Though his vision was still blurry, he could discern that he was once again in the bedroom. While his vision gradually cleared, he tested his bonds. He was tied tight, again spread-eagle on the bed. His anger suddenly flared as his predicament became clear.
"Fuck!" he screamed to the empty room. "I was so close to getting out of this place," he thought to himself. "What the fuck is happening to me?"
Joe heard Chris scream and smiled. "Ah, my painter boy is awake," he said into his cell phone. "So we're clear on the plan? Good. I'll see you soon. Bring the stuff." He hung up and placed the phone on the table beside him. "Time for some more fun."
Joe put his mask back on and entered the bedroom. "Well, sleeping beauty is awake. I guess it's time for some more fun."
"Why are you doing this to me?" asked the bound stud.
"Because you are beautiful," was the simple reply. "And because I can," he added as he walked over to the side of the bed and gently stroked Chris' face. He then picked up the cloth and bottle that were on the nightstand. Chris' eyes widened at the now familiar sight. "Another round, I think."
Chris started thrashing on the bed, but his restraints were too tight. "Please don't," he pleaded. "No more."
"But this is sooo much fun for me. And I think you're having more fun than you admit." With those words, Joe unscrewed the cap on the bottle and inverted it over the cloth. He replaced the lid on the bottle and was ready. He turned to Chris and reached down to the stud's flaccid cock. He slowly stroked the young man to an erection.
"Get your fucking hands off me!"
"Oh, but Chris, you're obviously enjoying yourself. And I have something here that will help you relax." Joe clamped the cloth over Chris' face once again while continuing to manipulate the hunk's package.
With his dick being massaged, Chris breathed in the chloroform in rather ragged gulps. By now he knew the series of events: his eyes began to glaze over and his vision clouded. He heard buzzing in his ears. His consciousness was falling away, and he gave into the pleasure he was feeling.
Suddenly he heard a far-away voice say something like, "What the hell was that?" Just as quickly, he no longer smelled the chemical vapors of the chloroform. Fresh air was entering his lungs. He also no longer felt a hand on his hard-on. With difficulty, Chris raised his head in time to see his masked captor rushing out the door. The door slammed behind him as he left.
"What's going on?" Chris groggily thought to himself. Through the chloroform haze, Chris thought he heard commotion from somewhere out in the house. He was trying to make sense of what he was hearing when the bedroom door opened. To Chris' surprise it was his employer.
"Chris! Oh my God! What's happened here?" exclaimed Joe (now fully clothed) as he rushed over to the side of the bed. "I came home from running errands and then there's this naked guy in a Halloween mask rushing toward me. I guess I scared him off because he grabbed his clothes and ran out the front door," he lied.
Chris' head was beginning to clear and he was able to raise his head. "Man, am I glad to see you. That guy's been knocking me out with chloroform and . . ." Chris trailed off, unable to complete the sentence. He assumed that his being tied to the bed naked would fill Joe in.
"Don't worry. He's gone. Let's get you untied, and I'll call the police." Joe then released Chris from the restraints and helped him to sit up on the bed. "Are you feeling OK now?"
"I guess so . . . considering."
"Let me get you some water," said Joe, excited that the next step in his game was beginning.
"Yeah, that would be great. My throat's really dry from the chloroform, I guess."
"Just relax, Chris. I'll be right back." Joe left the room.
Chris looked around the bedroom and saw his shorts and boxers in the corner. He tried to stand up, but his legs buckled, and he found himself sprawled on the floor. He was pulling himself back up when Joe returned to the bedroom with a glass of water in his hands.
"What happened? Did you fall? Are you OK?" asked Joe with a concerned tone to his voice.
"Yeah, I was trying to get my shorts. I guess I'm still a little groggy."
"Here, let me help you." Joe put the glass down and then picked up the shorts and boxers from the corner of the room. He went over to Chris, helped him to stand, and then handed him the clothes. "I'll help keep you steady while you put these on," offered Joe.
With some difficulty, Chris steadied himself on Joe and was finally able to pull up the boxers and then the shorts. He sat down again on the bed. Chris felt a lot better now that he had some clothes on.
"Here's something to drink," said Joe as he offered the water to Joe.
"Thanks, man," said Chris. "I still don't believe all this happened. It's all so weird." Chris gulped down the water.
"I think it's time we called the police," replied Joe. He pulled a cell phone from the pocket of his jeans and dialed. "Yes, 9-1-1. I need to report a burglary and assault. . . . At 504 Redline Road. . . . Good. We'll be here waiting. Thank you." He hung up the phone. "The police should be here in less than 5 minutes."
As they waited, Joe said, "Chris, I'm so sorry about all this. It's all my fault for leaving you alone. If we were both here, maybe this wouldn't have happened to you."
"It's not your fault, dude. I just hope that the police can catch this freak before this happens to anyone else. But he had a mask on the whole time so I don't know how helpful I'll be."
Just then the doorbell rang.
"That must be the police. Wait here. I'll let them in." Chris nodded and Joe left the room.
Joe opened the door. "Hello, James. So glad you could make it."
"Is everything going according to plan?"
"Perfectly," replied Joe. "He doesn't suspect me at all. He'll think you're a detective. This will be easy. . . . And fun. I trust you brought the necessary item."
"Right here," said James as he patted his shirt pocket. "Lead the way."
The two men smiled at each other as Joe led the way down the hall. They entered the bedroom to find Chris still sitting on the bed, but having some trouble keeping himself upright.
"Are you all right, Chris?" asked Joe.
"Yeah, I just feel a little funny. I guess everything caught up to me all at once."
"Chris, this is Detective James. He'll take your statement."
James walked over to Chris and they shook hands. James noticed that Chris' eyes were a bit glassy and knew that the small amount of tranquilizer he was given was taking effect and would make him pliable.
"I'll try to make this quick," said James. "Then we can get you to the hospital to be checked out."
"OK . . ." said the drugged young man.
"The first thing I need you to do, Chris, is to show me how you were restrained. Would that be all right?" asked the fake detective.
"I guess so. But I'm still sort of freaked out about it all."
"I understand, Chris. But you're safe now. I promise that nothing else will happen to you."
"All right," said Chris reluctantly. He was tired and just wanted to get this over with. He positioned himself on the bed.
"Could you assist me?" James said to Joe.
"Of course, detective."
The two men proceeded to put Chris' wrists and ankles back into the padded leather restraints. Once this was accomplished, the two men looked down at their now helpless prey.
"Well that was actually too easy," said James. "I thought he might put up a little bit of a fight."
"I made sure that wouldn't happen with the tranquilizer. I didn't want any damage to occur to your new toy."
"When you put it that way, I am forced to agree."
Chris looked up at the two men with a confused look on his face. "What are you talking about?" He struggled limply against his bonds; the tranquilizer had sapped his strength.
James took up the explanation. "My young stud, I'm not the police. I'm a doctor friend of Joe here. He's played with you enough for today. Now you're coming with me. I think you'll find my makeshift examination room fascinating. You'll be put to sleep in quite a number of ingenious ways. And after I'm through with you, there are several others who will love to play with a body as gorgeous as yours. And there's a part of your body I haven't seen yet. Let's change that."
James reached into his pocket and retrieved a pair of scissors which he used to adeptly cut through Chris' shorts and boxers, once again exposing the young man's cock.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," exclaimed James. "We are going to have a lot of fun together, Chris. And I don't see why we should waste any time. I think it's time you said goodbye to Joe and come along with me."
"I'm not going anywhere with you! Let me the fuck up!"
"I see that the tranquilizer has worn off. But that's OK, Chris. I brought something along with me that will help you get some much needed rest. When you wake up, you'll be working hard so you should get some sleep."
James reached into his pocket again and pulled out a filled syringe. Chris' eyes widened in horror.
"Please, no. Don't," begged Chris in a whisper.
"It will only sting for a moment and then you'll sleep." James sat on the bed beside Chris and removed the cap from the syringe.
"No . . . no . . ."
"Shhhh," said James as he stroked Chris' face and hair. He deftly inserted the needle into a vein in Chris' neck. "Go to sleep, my young stud. Sleep." He continued to caress the young man's face, neck, and chest as he drifted off.
Chris felt a warmth extend from his neck through his chest and arms and down into his abdomen, groin, and legs. He could barely feel his new captor touching him. His field of vision grew narrower. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but nothing came out. His eyelids became heavy; it was almost impossible to keep his eyes open. He could feel the darkness enveloping him. After another few moments, Chris felt nothing at all.
James and Joe watched as the bound young hunk's eyes slowly drooped close. His taut muscles relaxes totally. Chris was in a deep, drugged sleep.
"That will keep him out for several hours," said James. "Time for us to go."
The two men untied Chris. James shouldered the slumbering stud and carried him to his car. Chris was placed in the back seat and covered with a blanket.
"So what's next for you, Joe?" inquired James.
"Chris only got one room painted. Maybe I'll hire myself another painter," laughed Joe.
"Maybe you should hire a young carpenter to build you a bar or something. That could be interesting. You don't want to limit yourself."
"I'll keep you informed. Who will get him after you?"
"Steve is up next. This kid is in for some rough times ahead," replied James.
"I always like to get things started. Give me a little time and I'm sure I'll come across someone new who's interesting."
"You've never disappointed before, Joe. Well, gotta go have some fun."
James got in the car and pulled out of the garage. Joe watched him drive into the distance with Chris unconscious in the back seat, unaware of his new fate as a boytoy who would be traded among a group of men who would repeatedly knock him out and sexually abuse him.
"This was a fun day," Joe thought to himself and smiled. "I think I'll look for some more flyers starting tomorrow."
The End