Desperate Men do Desperate Things By Rob Loveboy Edits by Len Homber (all rights reserved) M,T,b, t,b, Kidnap,bondage,rape Chapter One Planning the rapes of boys! Alex Hilton and Daniel Perth met enjoying the large hot-tub view of the wave pool and the many young sleek bodies that frequented the popular city attraction. It was Saturday; the attendance of kids was in the hundreds, all ages, shapes and sizes. A paedophile's wet dream of choices scantily dressed, their varying size packages plastered to crotches by the thin wet material that sometimes almost seran-wrapped the contents leaving little to the imagination and a great jerk off either discretely in the hot-tub hidden by the frothy, bubbly water, or in a toilet stall before changing to go home. However, adults were seldom in the tub, or frequenting the pool for that matter. Parents preferred the viewing area two floors up, even able to have a cocktail or two, except for young mothers with little kids who played in the kiddie-pool. The view also included the men's room entrance/exit from the pool-deck to watch the comings and goings of boys. The two strangers studied each other in his own sly way sitting the short distance of a corner of the hot-tub apart. Both appeared in his forties, well fit, thinning hair, and hands hidden under water, but perhaps it was the slight shoulder movements that spoke the truth of what each was doing inside his swim-shorts that only a fellow paedophile would notice and conclude. Alex took the dangerous initiative and asked, "So what age do you prefer? I like them around 11 or twelve." Daniel was taken aback by the strangers daring bluntness. More so, he never thought he was an obvious boy watcher to an onlooker. All he could muster in response was an act of confusion, "Wha ... what do you mean?" Alex smiled in a knowing kind of way, "Boys. What age do you like?" Daniel still wasn't prepared to go down that road with a complete stranger, hell, NO ONE knew of his secret. He was a married man with two daughters and two sons. Daniel held an important executive position in a well known company. He only lusted after boys, shared files with other men on a cloud site that he used for stimulating masturbation during frequent business trips, but never took his fetish beyond that, although he drooled over his daughters' many boyfriends over the years leading to great lovemaking of his wife. The man across from him was making him uncomfortable. If he hadn't been fully erect watching something that caught his eye, he would have up and left the hot-tub. "I brought my daughters here." he said with no good reason, as if that explained everything. "I really don't know what you're insinuating." Alex laughed, "Yes you do, my friend. It takes one to know one and I've met a few here looking at girls or boys ... even other men!" he then elaborated, "the locker room is shared with the gym-jocks, tennis and racquetball players. They hook up and use the steam-room to get it on ... or just go into the steam room looking for a quickie with whoever is there." Daniel had had a few experiences with men over the years. Situations he stumbled across where men hit on him in bars and he gave into his desires. He didn't consider it fooling around on his wife, per se. Alex took another gamble. "We could go there together and have a bit of fun before going home." Daniel looked at the man, swallowed nervously. He was certainly a good looking man and it had been years since Daniel fooled around with a guy. Another guy was hitting on him, the weakness he knew so well from the past who always took the lead as he never had the guts and the fear of exposing himself. "Sure." the word came from somewhere, his cock throbbing at the thought anonymously sucking cock again. His daughters would be a couple of hours yet. * * * The steam room was empty and dry of steam. Alex turned the timer and the room quickly began to fill. The men groped each other, bathing suits soon discarded. Daniel sat on the bench with Alex standing in front of him. The man was long, sleek, not too much girth whereas Daniel had a shorter, plump cock. Both men were cut and had low hanging cherry-size testicles. Daniel's hands were trembling wrapped around the shaft and over the testicles. What excited him most was the man was completely shaved. Using his vivid imagination, he pretended that he was sucking a twelve year-old, the area so smooth along with his velvety soft balls. Daniel could only imagine a prepubescent teen-boy standing before him. When his fantasy substitute began coating his mouth, he came over the black tiled floor, an intense orgasm not felt since the last cock he sucked much too long ago. * * * The men went back to the hot-tub with Daniel only too eager to talk about his overpowering desire for boys 11 to thirteen. They pointed out several and compared notes whether cut or uncut, length and girth. One boy entered the pool area wearing a red Speedo much too small for him. His cock jutted to the left leaving no question that he was circumcised, his balls were splayed , the orbs filled the manufacturer's built in pouch design to comfortably house the male genitals. There was no doubt the twelve year-old was well endowed. Alex commented, "I bet that kid can cum already, --and if he isn't aware of that it yet, I'd sure like to show him what he's missing." "Man, I'd give up my left testicle to spend the night with him." said Daniel. He then shyly asked, "Have you ever had one?" Alex thought about how honest he was going to be before he replied, "No, but I'm obsessed with it now and been doing a lot of thinking about it. If I don't get it soon I'm going to explode." "I know what ya mean. A lifetime of dreaming about it ... just once, ya know? I'd settle for that, even." "Nah, I beg to differ. I think one taste would lead to the desire for more --like a junkie for a fix, you'll only want more. I've been thinking about this for a long time, devising and perfecting a plan --thinking about all what could go wrong and making contingency plans for that and other things." "Really? Do tell." "That depends on how serious YOU are. I'm not going to talk about it here, but if you want to come over to my place tomorrow for a beer or two ... I'll tell ya my plan and maybe you'll want to do the same." The men showered with over twenty boys either coming or going. The din or high-pitched voices echoing off the floor to ceiling tiles was almost deafening. Daniel couldn't believe when Alex peeled off his suit and stood showering with a hard on soaping it up with extra effort. Boys pointed and giggled, others stared, some ignored the lewd scene stopping long enough to wet themselves down as per hygienic rules entering and exiting the chlorine water. * * * Only a few boys stripped naked, mostly the immodest under seven year-old crowd yet to learn that public nudity among same gender had become a taboo based on ridiculous social norms that evolved over the last 20 or thirty years. Alex blamed the feminist's movement for today's skin-shy youth even changing under waist wrapped towels. The era of single moms chastising their boys for innocent displays of nudity innocently coming or going to the bathroom shower, no male role models around to teach them a crucial anatomy lesson, they develop a feminine subconsciousness before long. Then the school boards predominantly administered by women who decided one day that after gym-class and sports communal showers were no longer mandatory even going as far as to install private shower stalls where once the bullpen corridor of nudity that once taught boys that men were not all created equally, where boys flicked towels and horsed around in the buff completely comfortable with male nudity. It was women who infiltrated the YMCA's of yore not able to sustain their own YWCA's and forced the males to cover up not since 1844 when the organization opened spreading free mind, spirit and body as their motto. Systematically women have emasculated males over the years and continue to do so, even making us ashamed of our bodies. Maybe one day a naked man will ride a white galloping stallion down a major thoroughfare and burn his boxer shorts in protest of equality of men. The issue really hit home one day when Alex was camping with his 16 year-old nephew Ryan and the boy's father. Somehow the topic of cock size arose and Ryan claiming he was ashamed about his small size and no girl would want hm. Digging deeper into his thought process and without asking the boy to drop his drawers and prove his lack of prowess, Alex asked him why he thought he didn't measure up. He claimed that he saw a porno movie at a buddies house ... he was comparing himself to the porn stud with a greater cock size than his IQ. THAT"S what comes out of protecting kids from seeing each other's nakedness. * * * Alex saw the shock on Daniel's face and said, "There's no law against showering naked in a public venue ... nor anything on the books about popping a boner in the process, --you know how those pesky things happen when ya least expect it?" he giggled mischievously. Something about Alex's bravado and logic and all those young boys watching turned Daniel on. There were no other adults around. He peeled off his own suit; his semi became fully erect in seconds and he washed it like never before. The boys were much too young for either man; it was the thrill of doing something so lurid and daring. Little did Daniel know that it was Alex's way of shunning women who tried to distance their boys from the male body. * * * Alex had given Daniel his phone number and address. The man showed up on schedule and they sat at the kitchen table talking over a few beer for a long while before Daniel became impatient and asked about Alex's well thought out plan. "It's quite simple really. Working as a team we snatch them, drag them into my van and take them to my secluded cabin at the lake and have our way with them for a weekend, then drop them off back in town." Daniel was agasp, "You ... you mean kidnap and rape them?" "Well, ya don't think they're going to get into the van on their own and want to spend a weekend at the cabin with us, do you?" "But kidnapping is a felony in itself! Then tack on rape ... that's a hell of a chance you'll be taking." "Only if we get caught, and that's where all the planning comes in. --Simply, we don't get caught!" Alex went on explaining his perfect crime in detail. Daniel was impressed, the man had thought out even the most minor detail. He described how they would fuck a boy, suck his cock and get sucked using something called the "Stockholm Syndrome" that he studied and modified shortening the time it takes for a victim to cooperate willingly. It involved cocktail of narcotics that he had access to. He had the profile of potential boys down to specific personality type and social class, poverty being the ideal. Alex claimed he was certain that he could pick out a boy, watch his movements for a couple of days and determine how they fitted into his devised 1 to 5 category system. Alex was convincing, he spoke for hours about his ultimate plan. "We could be having boys of any age and looks as soon as next weekend. I've already profiled a few and know their daily routines. You choose the age, 10 to thirteen and we'll be fucking his brains out making it a reality by next Friday night!" * * * Daniel had no problem getting the weekend away. He often travelled to see clients in the supermarket business where no set business days existed and the owners were most often in their store on peak days. Alex was a confirmed bachelor and had no one to report his whereabouts to. Daniel met Alex at his home and left his car in the man's garage. To say that he was scared was an understatement. He was paranoid. He stopped a few times on route to meet Alex and reconsidered what he was about to become an accomplice in. His cock leaking since early that morning dried uncomfortably and resaturated his groin all day, his briefs would be disposed of rather than having his wife lauder them and ask questions. He left the age choice of boy to Alex who told him he chose a cute eleven year-old. Daniel was too nervous to actually snatch the kid although he and Alex had been over and over how it was to be done. Instead, he drove the van and Alex would do the snatching. They pulled over to the curb on a quiet cul-de-sack; Alex opened the sliding side cargo door a notch that he had greased that morning to ensure a quiet and swift opening and closing. The silence was deafening as the two sat in the front seats observing a green-space ahead where the lone boy would emerge walking home from school wearing a red backpack and carrying a Spiderman lunch pail, --and they waited ... and waited. To be continued ... Feedback cherished robloveboy2@gmail.com For more Loveboy stories visit my website robloveboy.ca