Desperate Men do Desperate Things

   By Rob Loveboy Edits by Len Homber (all rights reserved)

   Chapter Two

   Abducting Timmy Miller!

   "There he is!" said Alex scrambling to the cargo door.  "Keep me
informed, Daniel."

   Daniel could barely speak, he was hyperventilating in fear.  Alex could
hear him wheezing wondering if the man was an asthmatic.  He knew he was on
his own and timing would be everything.  He peeked over the seat through
the windshield and saw the kid ten feet away licking stones.  He crouched
at the cargo door and peeped out the crack.  The first sight of him was
milliseconds between the door sliding open and the pillow slip bring placed
over the lads head and dragged him into the van by his armpits, the door
slammed closed all in accordance to the trial-runs they had made.

   Daniel put the van in gear and made a sharp u turn squealing the tires.
It was supposed to be a slow exit so as not to cause any unwanted
attention. "SLOW DOWN, DANIEL!" he screamed, forgetting that they weren't
to be using their real names.  He was to be called Adam, Daniel was Yves.

   Hopefully the kid missed the error while he was putting up a struggle
although that was anticipated and was immediately restrained being
handcuffed behind his back, the challenge was shackling the flailing boy's
ankles.

   "Let me go you fucker!  He screamed over and over.

   A feisty boy that Alex had to place his full body weight on the kid to
secure his ankles in cuffs and then hogtie him with a small bungee cord
hooking feet to wrists.  It wasn't till minutes later that Alex realized he
had taken a blow to his lip somehow; it was swelling rapidly but not
bleeding.  The boy began to cry once his adrenaline had subsided when he
realized he was subdued.  Alex was suddenly happy that Daniel hadn't had
the abduction task.  He doubted whether the man could have handled the
challenge.

   Next, Alex prepared a syringe to calm the kid down, his school shorts
pulled down to reveal his satiny looking cheeks and aimlessly making the
injection.  He couldn't resist rubbing his hand over the two plump
half-moon buttocks and then a finder tracing the length of his crack up and
down, pausing at the puckered pink anus to gently rub it.  He was tempted
to tongue fuck the boy, his cock stirring at the thought.  There would be
lots of time for that over the next forty-eight hours; Alex pulled the back
of his shorts up over the boys rump.

   He went through the back-pack and found a school ID card.  Learning that
the kid's name was Timmy Miller, grade six, attending Valley View
Elementary School, his teacher was one Mrs.  Appleton.  He was Eleven,
turning 12 in another month.  His mother's name was Gloria Miller, father
left blank.

   The kid had reddish-blond hair worn to his shoulders, hazel eyes, a gold
stud in his left earlobe that looked as if it had a slight infection. 
Either he had pierced his own ear or another amateur had done it for him,
and very recently.  He had a small nose, a wide red-lipped mouth, the kind
Alex always claimed were made for cock sucking, a feature that Alex first
noticed about the boy when he was scouting.

   He was not fat or chunky, perhaps still shedding baby-fat.  Only a full
nude observation would tell, but Alex assumed he would be close to being
considered slender, cut or uncut, long or short, fat or slender, peach fuzz
or not; all yet to be determined.  Like a Christmas gift, it would all be
exposed after the wrapping was removed and frankly, Alex didn't care.  He
had a boy in his clutches for the weekend and whatever the prize in the
Cracker Jack box he would play with it regardless.  All the while, Timmy
sobbed.  He began to call for his mother, "Mummy, help me, please?" The
effects of the drug made him sound groggy.  Alex released the bungee cord
and the restraints.  The boy wasn't going to put up a fight for quite a
while.  Another two hour drive, they would arrive at the cabin.  Alex had
Daniel stopped at the grocery store where he bought grocery supplies for
the weekend.  Plenty of pop and chips for Timmy and beer and wine for him
and Daniel...and probably Timmy, as well.  When he got back to the van,
Daniel was combing the boy's reddish blond hair and soothing his whimpers
with promises they weren't going to hurt him.  The bulge in his sweat pants
leaked fluid staining the grey fleece fabric.

   Alex laughed, "Down boy, we'll have him soon enough."

   Alex prepared another syringe.  A combination of Viagra and ecstasy in
low doses ground into a powder and diluted in a liquid.  Alex was a
pharmacist, however he preferred a career as a pharmaceutical salesman.  He
hated being cooped up behind a counter recommending laxatives to seniors
and pregnant women, and over the counter remedies for all that ails people
who described their symptoms to him but wouldn't go to a doctor and be
properly diagnosed and prescribed correct medications.  Contrary to public
belief, he wasn't a free doctor.

   * * * They arrived at the cabin nearing 7pm.  Alex fired up the
generator and carried in wood for the fireplace.  Daniel prepared
sandwiches with the cold-cuts Alex had bought; no one was in the mood to
cook a good meal.  Timmy was cuffed by one arm secured to the radiator
beside the sofa.  as the men went about their business putting groceries
away and tidied up the long neglected cabin.  They both made the queen-size
bed in the open loft bedroom that overlooked the ground floor.

   The night was warm, however Alex lit the fireplace for effect, he loved
the crackle and pop of spruce.  Daniel offered the boy a sandwich that he
accepted along with a can of soda.

   Timmy was becoming more lucid, the mild sedative wearing off quickly. 
He was blindfolded when he made a move trying to remove the blindfold with
his free hand after discovering his right wrist was cuffed to something. 
Alex was quick to stop the boy, "No, no, pardner, ya have to leave the
blindfold on until we can trust you.  Consider the sandwich a freebie this
time, but you'll have to earn any future privileges.

   "What do you want from me?  he asked sulkily a tone of defeat in his
voice.

   "Well, little buddy.  We'll start with blowjobs ...  you do know what a
blowjob is, don't you?"

   Timmy didn't respond, but Alex was certain he was familiar about oral
sex, all boys his age were and the seedy neighborhood he lived in was full
of street hookers who would assure that.

   "You cooperate for the next 48 hours and we all have a bit of fun,
including you, then we take ya home." Alex pulled off a sneaker and sock,
then proceeded to the next foot...  "Ya see, Tim, my friend and I have
always wanted to have sex with a young boy.  You guys run around in skimpy
bathing suits or your pants hanging below your ass teasing us --yes, ya all
a bunch of cock teasers, Timmy!"

   Daniel watched on as Alex unfastened the snap of Timmy's shorts and
slowly slid the zipper down.  Not surprised, he could feel the erection
within on the heel of his hand, the Viagra assured that, the ecstasy
keeping him somewhat docile.  Alex was prepared to administer a `roofie,'
the date rape drug, as a last resort, but he wanted the kid alert and
awake.

   Alex struggled to remove the small hand that instinctively travelled to
clutch his shorts knowing they were next to be removed.  Timmy was defiant.
Lesson time, the man picked up his lit cigarette burning away in the
ashtray and held it to Timmy's thumbnail.  He yelped and soon let his
shorts go.

   "Don't make me have to resort to causing you pain, Timmy.  I'm going to
take what I want whether you like it or not." The shorts were yanked off
with more force than was necessary, but the message was clear.  Next he
unbuttoned the starched white shirt, pulled it off his shoulders and left
arm then completely off his torso and down the right arm left bunched at
the other end of the arm cuffed to the radiator.

   Daniel was taking off his own clothes and knelt beside Alex for the much
anticipated unveiling of boy-hood wonders.  Alex did the same; taking in
the boy's near naked body.

   Tim's body was pale.  His two nipples were penny-size and just as
copper-toned.  He was definitely at an age where his body was defining
itself, a hint of developing pectorals.  The abdomen flat however his hips
still showed his boyness with remaining baby fat.  Alex could hardly wait
to lick every inch of splendor, especially drill that deep belly-button, a
fetish he had yet to experience.

   Timmy was sobbing; his blindfold absorbing his tears that drenched the
black material.  The men had delayed matters long enough teasing
themselves. Alex gave Daniel the honor or removing the final barrier, the
tented blue briefs!

   The fireplace crackled and sizzled but not enough to drown out the deep
sobs that Timmy was heaving.  Daniel used his index fingers and thumb to
gently pull down the cotton underpants wiggling to free them from under the
kid's ass.  What flopped out was a complete surprise, four inches of uncut
boy-meat as thick as a man's thumb.  Two grape-size testes suspended in a
pink velvety sack lazily resting between his upper thighs.  Timmy was
hairless, however Alex thought it wouldn't be too long before he would be
sprouting.

   Daniel went down on the kid like a mad-man, his hands all over the boy's
body caressing and pinching.  The rape of Timmy Miller had begun.  Daniel
had Timmy contently nestled under his legs, Alex brought the boy's head
forward by his hair and rubbed his wet cock head over the boy's wide plump
lips.  How he wished he could see the fear in the kids face with the
menacing man-cock looming in his face.  "Open up, Timmy.  Time to taste a
man's cock in your mouth.  You can make it easy or difficult ...  but if
you bite me ...  so help me god, I will pull your fucking teeth out with a
pair of pliers."

   Timmy took the threat seriously.  He took the head gingerly making a
yucky face, just prior he asked again, "Why are you doing this to me?"

   "Because we can.--now just do what Yves is doing for you.  Feels nice,
doesn't it?  Trust me, sport, it won't be long before you'll be craving it
from a girlfriend ...  or even a guy, doesn't really matter where ya get
it, but I'll tell you a secret ...  guys do it much better."

   Alex forced more of his cock in Tim's mouth and began to slowly face
fuck him instructing him to keep his lips pursed and to suck, he would do
the piston work for the time being.  Alex asked Timmy if he knew how to
jerk off as he wrapped the boy's free hand around the base using his own
hand over top to show Tim what he wanted done.  Seems Timmy did in fact
know about masturbation and was performing it before too long with the same
lack of enthusiasm as his mouth..  Alex wondered again if the little cutie
could cum yet.

   * * * Alex remembered clearly jerking off every chance he could at age
11 and twelve he didn't have any pubic hair then either but the more he did
it the whiter and thicker his cream became.  Alex also had a strong libido
for his age, he looked at girls and flirted, although he certainly wasn't
fussy, boys appealed to him as well.  His group of five friends often
fooled around with each other in circle jerks, Alex was the bravest and the
first to give head, the others soon followed his lead over time.

   He remembered his first rape, how could he forget, he got into terrible
trouble for it.  He saw a girl of about nine sitting at the tree line
drinking a slushie.  He sat down beside her and struck up a conversation
about boy bands knowing that all the girls were abuzz about them.

   She was pretty, long brown hair and wearing a two piece bathing suit. 
Debra had no tits that he could see, however that didn't deter him from
wanting to see her naked.  He convinced her to follow him into the woods
saying he had something to show her.  He did.  His rock hard penis that he
had exposed.  Debra's eyes were wide as quarters in what Alex decided was
excitement for his body.  He moved closer and put her hand on his cock
asking her for a hand job.  When she wouldn't comply even after he showed
her how he became angry.

   Knocking her to the ground he ripped off her bathing suit then tried to
force his cock in her mouth repeatedly punching her head until she
complied. Alex tired of that lousy effort and decided to discover a girl's
body for the first time.  Debra cried and asked him to let her go He sucked
her nipples sans breasts before moving down her body to the mystical pussy
every boy had only heard about, it was all guys ever talked about.

   He spread her folds with his fingers and studied the pink insides
finding the clitoris which fascinated him.  Eating pussy was a common
phrase, his older brother claimed he was doing to his girl, Margo, and how
girls got all hot and horny and wanting to fuck.

   Alex tongued the odorless cavity that guys claimed smelled pretty bad.
He tried his best but Debra was anything but excited, she was getting
downright hostile.  He sprawled on top of her pinning her down.  It was
then that he decided to lose his virginity and take hers.

   His cock searched for the twat poking everywhere except the right spot.
He used a hand and guided his member to the target and pushed with all his
might.  Debra began screaming.  Alex wanted to believe that she was loving
his cock inside her as much as he was loving fucking her and both being
vocal about it.

   After he came inside her and pulled out there was a lot of blood on his
cock.  He became scared and ran off deeper into the woods naked until he
stopped to put his swimsuit and shoes on and went home.

   He was sleeping over at Joseph's yard tent that night and bragged about
losing his virginity at the beach.  The guys were excited wanting details
that Alex embellished on including getting great head from her during
foreplay and eating her out.

   The next day, news of the rape spread like wildfire, the TV news named
him the "Little Boy Rapist." Police commented that they were quickly
gathering evidence including a semen sample found in the poor little 9
year-old girl.  No longer was Alex bragging to his buddies, he was scared
to death and claiming that he was only joshing with them for a while and
would fess up that it was all a gag.

   Someone didn't buy that and ratted on him to a parent.  The police
showed up and hauled him and his mother to the station where they
interrogated him until he was crying bitterly.  Alex was sentenced to 3
years in a boy's reformatory for sex offenders where sex was anything but
being reformed.  He was soon to be reckoned with as a tough boy not to be
messed with.  His sexual aggression only heightened, younger boys were his
prey for three years.

   * * * Those memories had Alex on the verge of busting a nut and
increased the tempo fucking Tim's mouth.  The kid was gagging and choking
as Alex deep throated him and released his gusher load of many years of
pent up desire that he'd kept in check since his teen years.

   Daniel wasn't tiring in the least, but took a time out.  Timmy's cock
was beet-red from the abuse of the man's hand and mouth.  Alex got them
each a beer that Tim didn't snub his nose at, in order to wash the
disgusting goop that became a layer of slime everywhere in his mouth.

   "You did great, Timmy." Alex complemented.

   "Fuck you faggot!" came the sullen response.

   "Now you're getting it, sport!" Alex chuckled, "Ya might get to fuck me
after all Yves and I mould yer shit hole into a useful man pleasing boygina
that you'll be begging to have fucked over and over."

   Alex didn't see it coming.  Timmy's leg shot up and a foot caught Daniel
square in the face with a thud.  A lucky blow considering the kid was
blindfolded.

   "Now that wasn't very nice, Timmy." Alex said with a great deal of
irritation.  "You apologize to Yves now."

   "Fuck you, Yves, and you, Adam, ya bunch of perverts!"

   Alex often questioned how far he would go to instill discipline; the
boy's vulnerable balls would be a good place to start.  Timmy's hand
shielded his erection, but his balls hung freely between his legs.  Alex
grabbed the gems in a vice like grip; it was either that or use his
cigarette to singe a testicle, a tactic that might just set the precedent
on future behaviour, but Alex couldn't bring himself to inflict.

   Timmy squealed and jolted forward, Alex wished he could see the boy's
eyes which he knew were Bugged out under the blindfold.  "Now say you're
sorry to Uncle Yves.  --You've hurt his feelings." he said in a calm voice.

   "I ...  I'm sorry, Yves!" Timmy said in a high pitched voice.

   "From now on you refer to us as Uncles' Adam and Yves."

   "I'm sorry, Uncle Yves!  Now please let go of my balls Uncle Adam." Alex
was impressed.  Maybe there was hope for Timmy yet.  Perhaps he would up
the ecstasy dose, take the boy to a higher plane of well-being and less
aggression.

   Daniel laughed.  "I think it's time for the but-plug." he said rising to
get the five-inch penis replica that even had the texture of the real
thing.

   Alex wasn't much of a believer that a prolonged insertion of a dildo did
that much to benefit stretching rectums for the real thing, but he remained
quiet as Daniel seemed excited as he lubed the implement and worked it up
Timmy's ass.

   Tim screamed a barrage of obscenities that living in the ghetto had
taught him.  Yes, indeed it was time for another shot of happiness to calm
him down before the main event.

   to be continued . . .
 
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