Tony Packard climbed out of the taxi feeling exceptionally satisfied with himself. Never, in all his nineteen years, had he felt himself to be dressed so smartly. His light grey, two-button suit was elegantly cut and perfectly matched the grey slip on shoes. His pale lilac shirt with button-down collars looked impressive, offset as it was by the slightly patterned grey tie fastened neatly at his neck. He knew it looked good on his slim, athletic figure, and contrasted well with the black, wavy hair which crowned his head. Green eyes and a snub nose gave him what might have been called a cute look. Perhaps the only aspect of his obvious dress that didn't entirely fit was the pair of white socks that peeked from below the trousers cuffs, but Tony had been reluctant to change the habit of many years. He could barely recall when he had worn socks of any other colour.
It had cost him a considerable portion of his savings to get himself dressed-up so, but he considered it was worth it for his cousin to be proud of him. Tony had always admired his older cousin, Max, and, when Max asked him to be an usher at his wedding, Tony had been thrilled. The church was on the outskirts of town and not on any bus route. Tony couldn't afford to buy and run a car yet, and the cost of his outfit had further postponed that pleasure, and the buses didn't run often to that area, so he could only get there by taxi. However, these were also expensive, so Tony had set out early that morning, getting a bus and walking until he could afford taxi fare the rest of the way.
He paid the taxi driver and gave a tip to be expected of someone dressed as smartly as he was. As the taxi pulled away, he turned to the church. His first thought was that he must be very early because it all seemed too quiet. There appeared to be no one about at all. Tentatively he started towards the church gate. It was all very still. He walked up the path to the door and tried the handle.
"I suppose I could be first here," he murmured to himself as he turned the handle and pushed the door open.
At first he though no one was within, but then he caught sight of a movement near the pulpit. He walked quickly forward.
Ten minutes later he was again standing outside getting over the shock. The lady inside had been the wife of the caretaker. She had been gathering the flowers that had been arranged the previous day. There was to be no wedding! Max's fiance had been involved in a road accident that morning and the ceremony had been postponed. The guests had been hastily notified, but Tony had already left home by that time. He hadn't been there to receive the message and a mobile phone was something else he couldn't afford...
Tony looked around him. Now he had to get home. For the moment, walking was his only option. He couldn't see a phone box and no buses would be around for a long while. He would walk until he found a phone and get a taxi back to where he could catch a bus. Then he checked his cash. Remembering the cost of the taxi out there, he'd better make that several phone boxes onwards! Resigned, he set out back towards town.
He quickly became aware that the area through which he was walking was not one of the better areas of town. Looking at the people who passed him, and seeing how some of them looked at him, he began to realise how much he stood out, especially dressed as smartly as he was. Nervously, he quickened his pace, hoping to reach a better section. He saw several telephone boxes and thought he'd opt for the earlier taxi, but he discovered that they had all been vandalised. As he went on, the urgency of getting out of the area grew and he began to think that he was being watched.
Baz Jordan and Ricky Flowers were indeed watching the smart young man striding through their patch. They had been keeping him in sight for about ten minutes. Baz and Ricky each had a particular fondness for young men and Baz in particular enjoyed those who were well dressed more than others. This was the best dressed that Baz had seen for as long as he could remember and he badly wanted to get his hands on him. He anticipated the pleasure of the change that would come over such a smartly dressed lad as his posh gear was taken away from him. And it was only the clothes that Baz wanted to take away. It was the pride and confidence which he also wanted to take. The humiliation of being gradually undressed and exposed in all his naked finery would be nothing to how the lad would feel about what happened to him next.
Ricky was savouring the unveiling of the private parts (so-called) of their proposed victim. He hoped that he was fairly well hung, but if he wasn't, that could be turned to their advantage by making fun of the victim's lack of manhood. Anyway, whatever size, he'd still have something to play with.
The two 27 year olds continued to follow on the other side of the road, awaiting their chance.
Tony was getting warm, and, on top of everything else, he had a sudden need to for a toilet. In despair he looked around. He couldn't recall having seen any public conveniences nearby and didn't have much hope of finding one now. As he strode onwards, however, the need gradually increased. Looking about him, he spotted an abandoned building on the far side of, and a little way down, one of the side streets he was crossing. He was reluctant to risk venturing off the main road, much less into a strange building, but the pressure of his bladder had intensified and he didn't want to have an `accident'. Not here and certainly not in his new suit. Making up his mind he turned right and crossed the road towards the building.
A few moments later, Baz and Ricky reached the corner and were just in time to see their quarry heading into the building. They looked at one another. They knew that building!
"The cellar," Ricky murmured.
Baz nodded. "Some of our stuff's still down there. Couldn't be better."
"Why's he gone in there?" Ricky wondered.
"Dunno. Caught short, maybe." Baz grinned at the thought. The lad might be thinking of briefly exposing his dick for the purpose of pissing. He was planning on exposing a lot more, for a lot longer, and for completely different purposes. "Let's get him."
They followed in Tony's footsteps.
Tony had found a hole in the floor in the corner of a back room and quickly pulled out his dick and emptied his bladder. With relief he shook off the last drops, tucked his dick back into his briefs and zipped up his fly. He turned and walked to the doorway of the room. He could see the exit to the street as he stepped through. As he took another pace towards the daylight, he heard a brief scuff on the floor behind him. He was about to turn to see what it was when an arm encircled his neck and a hand covered his nose and mouth. At the same time, he felt his right arm being grasped and forced up behind his back. He tried to struggle, but the grips on him were firm and he found himself being dragged backwards, not into the room from which he had just emerged, but diagonally towards the rear of the building. His mind just had time to wonder at what was happening, and to panic about what might be about to happen, when he found himself being dragged down a flight of wooden stairs into darkness. He could have made them drag him completely, but he didn't want to mark his new and somewhat expensive shoes, so he stepped down as best he could. When they reached the bottom there was a pause, a click and an electric light came on. Tony couldn't see it, but it wasn't all that bright.
Tony was dragged across the cellar floor to a spot near a far wall where a short bench stood at right angles to the wall with two coat-hooks above and to either side, about three feet from the ground. Tony was forced to straddle, then sit on the bench with his back to the wall. His arms were yanked upwards and out and he felt strong cords being attached to his wrists. His arms were secured. Almost before Tony could take all this in, the figures either side of him were down beside the bench pulling his legs out in front. Again he felt cords fastened, around his ankles this time, and he was stretched out and shackled to the bench.
The figures stood up. Tony saw two older men, each wearing jeans and plaid shirts. One had shortish, dark spiky hair, the other longer brown hair that was rather unkempt. He saw them smile, glance at each other and then give him a big grin. Tony's stomach gave a bit of a flip. He was reminded of crocodiles. The spiky haired man took a pace forward.
"We couldn't have asked for anything better," Baz said, looking back at Ricky then giving Tony another all-over searching gaze. "You have been sent to be our entertainment for a few hours."
Tony's heart lurched at the word `entertainment'.
"W-What do you mean?" he managed to gasp out.
"We're going to play with you for a while; you'll be sort of our toy-boy," Ricky supplied.
"Play....? Toy....? What...? How..?" Tony tried to form coherent questions, but as he struggled with his vocabulary, the answer came without any words.
Ricky stepped forward, reached out and placed his hand right into Tony's crotch. He squeezed gently and liked what he felt. Tony felt his dick being groped and otherwise could only feel fear.
To be continued........ Author: Stripscott Email: gjd18br@aol.com