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It was a hot summer day, and the _c_o_c_k_y teenage jock slipped his shirt off over his head, revealing a lean muscled torso, tanned from months of carefree days under the sun. Again and again he confidently zipped back and forth on his board, jumping along the benches and other contrived obstacles until his chest and back were shining with sweat. All through this July day and long after his friends departed, the boy continued skating, nearly naked wearing just his shorts, unaware of the man watching him from nearby.
The man had long been observing the boy and knew much about this teen. He knew that his name was Kyle, and that he lived only with a stepfather who spent most of his days in an alcoholic haze. He knew that the boy tried to avoid going home as much as possible, and had often been told to get lost. He knew that the boy tried to avoid going home as much as possible, and had often been told to get lost. He knew Kyle had one more year left in high school, and though had the lean, muscular body of a varsity swimmer jock he had been shunned by the wealthier, more popular group of athletes that comprised the sports world in his school. He had no definite plans for his future, but was frequently overheard telling his friends now that once he turned 18 years old a year and a half from now, that he was going to run away.... maybe to New York or Los Angeles where he could disappear.. but perhaps he would drop out and go sooner. The man had also observed how expertly this boy would pick up on girls, even those who were much older than him; it was his assurance of his masculinity and he bragged often to his friends of his exploits. Many of his friends were from similar backgrounds, and the group seemed to rollover often.
In short, while Kyles absence would be missed, no one would bother investigating the issue very much.
The man captured the young man when he was skating home through a particularly desolate part of the wooded park. The sun had just set and the dark storm clouds overhead provided more than enough cover for the man as he stepped out from behind a cluster of trees and scooped up his surprised prey. He looped one of his arms around the boy, and with the other quickly brought a rag to his face. After a few struggling moments the teen went unconscious and the man, chuckling over his new prize, threw him over his shoulder and trekked back through the brush to his van hidden away on a little used side road.
Once in the van he stripped the young man naked, pausing for a moment to admire the teens smooth, muscled body. The young mans nipples were large and luscious, and they simply begged for hours of sucking, slurping, and of course, torture.... lots and lots of torture. He first shackled the boys feet together then ran his hands up the taut muscles of his legs, and gently squeezed the boys nuts until he elicited an unconscious moan. The man next caressed the boys left nipple, marveling at its size and, based on the immediate reaction, its obvious sensitivity. Finishing up he then handcuffed the boy and placed a metal collar on his neck, which was then chained to the floor of the van. There would be no escape for this teen, now or ever. He bent over and kissed the unconscious boy on the mouth, smiling at him and savoring the years to come, where this boy would be initiated into his new life of slavery and _s_e_x_ual servitude. With an inward grin of satisfaction he started the van and drove on into the fulfillment of his darkest, most sadistic fantasies.... and for the boy into his ultimate suffering.