A dominant's fantasy blog about kidnapping and turning mostly straight boys into obedient fuck toys for men. Short stories or simple captions.
All pictures are either reblogs or found on the internet. All boys are thought to be at least 18 years old.
"...and then I turned around and just walked away! Pretty good, right? Hey, can I take something out of your fridge?", the neverending voice came down the stairs.
"Sure, sure.", Jack answered and forced himself not to shout at him to shut the fuck up. He had spotted the twink in the bar and had convinced him to follow him home. And even though this boy was annoying as fuck, Jack hadn't lured him here for his voice...or opinion. He looked down at the black leather bed and went through the process inside his head while he thought about the tools he'd need. Cuffs, bit gag, collar...yes, everything seemed ready.
"Oh. My. God! You drink milk?!", Jack heard that voice again and closed his eyes for a moment. "Do you know that they seperate the babies from their moms to steal the milk from them? Like, this is so horrible...you really shouldn't drink that, y'know!"
"Crazy.", Jack replied, put the bit gag back and replaced it with a huge ball gag instead. He then grabbed the bottle of chloroform from a nearby shelf and drenched an old rag with it. He turned around and went upstairs.
The blond boy still chewed on his bubble gum when he turned round to him. "You have so much synthetic stuff in here!", the twink told him, sounding as if Jack had offended him personally. "That's so not good. You really should...hey...HEY, STTOpppppfffhhhhmmnngghhhh...!"
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!", Jack yelled at the boy aggressively, grabbed him and pressed the chloroform drenched rag over his surprised face.
The boy looked at him with big eyes as he desperately squirmed against Jack's grip, trying to break free or at least get his head away from the rag. His muffled screams for help quickly turned into helpless and fearful whimpers till his eyes began to flicker and he lost consciousness.
Fifty minutes later
Jack grunted in pleasure as he tightened the grip around the now naked twink's hips and thrusted even deeper into that tight hole. He had his cock balls deep inside the whimpering twink and did his best to fuck that little bitch as hard as he obviously needed it.
Since he woke up, the boy had done nothing but cry and struggle. He desperately pulled against the cuffs that kept his wrists together and chained them to the bedframe above his head and struggled against the cuffs that kept his legs above Jack's shoulders and spread to the bedposts. The tears of his constant crying had destroyed his makeup and his perfectly groomed hair looked like a total mess after Jack had pulled on it several times. The big ball gag filled the twink's mouth and painfully spread his jaws apart. All his cries and whimpers of pain got muffled by it. The harder Jack fucked, the louder the boy cried. And the louder he cried, the harder Jack fucked him.
"That's what you need, right? What you want! You little whore! Fucking slut!", Jack shouted at him with every thrust of his cock. As an answer, the boy yelped and sobbed into the gag, closed his eyes in denial and desperately shook his head from one side to another. "Gonna give it to you.", Jack growled. "Gonna give you exactly what you need, bitch!" He grabbed the boy by his chin and forced his head to turn left. "See that? See that cage? It's made to hold fuck-bitches like you! That's what you are! Just a worthless fuck-bitch! You think I let you go after this? Think I let you leave? Bitch, you're never again gonna leave this house! Never again! And certainly not alive!"
That caused the boy to frantically struggle and trash. Jack kept a tight grip around the boy's hips as he continued ravaging that smooth, tight boy-hole. The desperate screams for help and pain, the crying and sobbing...all that went through Jack's body and made him tremble with desire. "You'll never leave! You'll never get out!", he groaned at the terrified boy as he finally felt his cock erupt and pump his thick cum into his newest fuck-toy.
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"...and then I turned around and just walked away! Pretty good, right? Hey, can I take something out of your fridge?", the neverending voice came down the stairs.
"Sure, sure.", Jack answered and forced himself not to shout at him to shut the fuck up. He had spotted the twink in the bar and had convinced him to follow him home. And even though this boy was annoying as fuck, Jack hadn't lured him here for his voice...or opinion. He looked down at the black leather bed and went through the process inside his head while he thought about the tools he'd need. Cuffs, bit gag, collar...yes, everything seemed ready.
"Oh. My. God! You drink milk?!", Jack heard that voice again and closed his eyes for a moment. "Do you know that they seperate the babies from their moms to steal the milk from them? Like, this is so horrible...you really shouldn't drink that, y'know!"
"Crazy.", Jack replied, put the bit gag back and replaced it with a huge ball gag instead. He then grabbed the bottle of chloroform from a nearby shelf and drenched an old rag with it. He turned around and went upstairs.
The blond boy still chewed on his bubble gum when he turned round to him. "You have so much synthetic stuff in here!", the twink told him, sounding as if Jack had offended him personally. "That's so not good. You really should...hey...HEY, STTOpppppfffhhhhmmnngghhhh...!"
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!", Jack yelled at the boy aggressively, grabbed him and pressed the chloroform drenched rag over his surprised face.
The boy looked at him with big eyes as he desperately squirmed against Jack's grip, trying to break free or at least get his head away from the rag. His muffled screams for help quickly turned into helpless and fearful whimpers till his eyes began to flicker and he lost consciousness.
Fifty minutes later
Jack grunted in pleasure as he tightened the grip around the now naked twink's hips and thrusted even deeper into that tight hole. He had his cock balls deep inside the whimpering twink and did his best to fuck that little bitch as hard as he obviously needed it.
Since he woke up, the boy had done nothing but cry and struggle. He desperately pulled against the cuffs that kept his wrists together and chained them to the bedframe above his head and struggled against the cuffs that kept his legs above Jack's shoulders and spread to the bedposts. The tears of his constant crying had destroyed his makeup and his perfectly groomed hair looked like a total mess after Jack had pulled on it several times. The big ball gag filled the twink's mouth and painfully spread his jaws apart. All his cries and whimpers of pain got muffled by it. The harder Jack fucked, the louder the boy cried. And the louder he cried, the harder Jack fucked him.
"That's what you need, right? What you want! You little whore! Fucking slut!", Jack shouted at him with every thrust of his cock. As an answer, the boy yelped and sobbed into the gag, closed his eyes in denial and desperately shook his head from one side to another. "Gonna give it to you.", Jack growled. "Gonna give you exactly what you need, bitch!" He grabbed the boy by his chin and forced his head to turn left. "See that? See that cage? It's made to hold fuck-bitches like you! That's what you are! Just a worthless fuck-bitch! You think I let you go after this? Think I let you leave? Bitch, you're never again gonna leave this house! Never again! And certainly not alive!"
That caused the boy to frantically struggle and trash. Jack kept a tight grip around the boy's hips as he continued ravaging that smooth, tight boy-hole. The desperate screams for help and pain, the crying and sobbing...all that went through Jack's body and made him tremble with desire. "You'll never leave! You'll never get out!", he groaned at the terrified boy as he finally felt his cock erupt and pump his thick cum into his newest fuck-toy.