CHAPTER 7 - DELIVERING CURT

Looming far off the road was a large structure where the van was head to. It was referred to informally as the "receiving facility".

The receiving facility was like a warehouse in size, though from the outside its dimensions were deliberately hidden, with most of the structure underground. Every room below was sound proofed though with the nearest neighbor 50 miles away in any direction, it was more to keep the noise level down when they had - as they often did - multiple defiant straight boys being brought in.

Some being inspected, trained and readied for shipment to a buyer. Some boys were abducted and brought for a week or more to provide numerous live streamed video performances for a select rich private online club (who were also purchased boys for sale). Several times the guys in the van or the other facility workers would just hunt good looking straight boys to have fun with for a couple of days, or have them "perform" in the private club for members, before releasing them drunk or drugged hundreds of miles away from where they were abducted.

The facility had dozens of other large and small rooms, holding cells, and a medical clinic that was fully equipped to perform certain minor types of operations. Some straight boys - handsome and perfect in face may have features below that, for a buyer, requires certain improvements. Some boys may be perfect in body and face with the exception of a belly button that was an "outie" which a buyer might disapprove of and request that it be modified. Minor surgery would be performed to create a concave (or innie) navel for the boy. Similar surgery could be performed to remove tattoos and piercings, trim back surgically or to eliminate entirely unwanted foreskins if so requested by a buyer. The boys being subjected to these changes to their bodies were of course horrified when they awoke from anesthesia and saw what was done. They had no choice of course in the matter.

Except for boys who were purchased with a special condition of being totally "untouched", many of the straight boys were also brought hooded and gagged to a special private club as a special training session. The club was located about 60 miles from the facility - where anywhere from 50 to 100 wealthy club members sampled the merchandise with tickle torture, nipple torture, prolonged cock polishing, edging, forced multiple orgasms and post orgasm torments done over and over and over by countless hands, tongues, fingers. Cocky arrogant straight boys brought to that club almost always came back to the receiving facility driven to the point of insanity and exhaustion from being subjected to endless abuse by so many people. It usually took two days or more for a boy to fully recover and a few more for sometimes the hundreds of bite and pinch marks (from dozens and dozens of guys) and other marks from crops, whips and clothes pins to disappear.

The van slowed and then suddenly came to a stop inside a large barn like structure. The large garage door opened - the entrance large enough to fit a small U-haul type truck if needed. The van headed down a ramp into the huge underground garage that stored two small U-hall type trucks and 3 other vans. The van turned and stopped in front of a large metal door, opened by a large fearsome looking Samoan man who looked like a heavy weight wrestler

The van driver Joseph, getting out of his seat, went to the back of the van and had his first real look at the tied up boy. He was one of their most beautiful and sexy looking captives Joseph thought, though he realized, all of their victims seemed to look that way when they brought them back to the facility. Something about this boy that needed extra abuse Joseph thought as he knelt next to the tightly restrained boy.

Totally restrained, Curt was in no condition to resist or escape, and was still somewhat incapacitated by the drug earlier, though it was wearing off. They quickly unhooked his wrist cuffs from the wall chain and attached his wrist cuffs tight behind his back. The other two grabbed his ankle cuffs, unhooked it from the wall of the van, and then hooked a short chain to each ankle cuff - making it possible for him to shuffle, but impossible for him to run. They attached another short chain from that to his wrists.

"There!!!! That wasn't too bad, now, was it?" Jesse said in a mocking tone.

They pulled him up under his damp armpits, and carried his legs out of the van as he continued his muffled protests through the gag, and struggled, dragging him to his doom. The giant Samoan grabbed the chained and cuffed youth, and threw him over his shoulder carrying him inside.

The giant Samoan tossed Curt on the floor - entirely covered by wrestling type mats, slapping the boy's jean covered ass hard as he struggled, his muffled yelling resuming. The Samoan loved the way this one looked, smelled and struggled - and he grinned happily because he knew his hard 13 inch giant baseball bat like cock would be raping Curt's tight ass in the next few days if not sooner. He was always patient because when his time came he was always given two hours or more to do what he wanted with their tightly restrained captured prey in one of the smaller private rooms - that (like all the rooms) were video live streaming. The one on one in the smaller room on a large bed - made to look like someone's home - made the assaults and abuse even more intense and harder to take for their captured boys because it seemed so much more intimate.

Two guys from the van - now wearing black ski masks to focus more attention on their new prey for the video cameras, grabbed Curt, still blindfolded, and pulled him over between two concrete posts with several bolts at different heights designed specifically to restrain a guy spread eagle standing, but leaving full access to both sides of a tied up body.

They quickly unhooked his wrists and attached the cuffs to hooks to heavy chains that were attached to the posts through thick iron casted bolted eyes. His tormentors could spread his arms and legs even further depending on how much chain was pulled. His muscled biceps were now helpless, his arms stretched as if he were doing a permanent jumping jack. The display of this handsome stud, exposing his hairy pits, stretching his muscled body not only exposed him to anything his captors wanted to do to him - it increased their lust.

Though Curt's arms were now restrained and helpless, his legs, though chained together were not yet chained to the posts and he started to struggle furiously again knowing that this was his last chance for now to break free. He knew there was little chance of that happening but in his mind he had to fight back to show these faggots he wouldn't just give in and give up.

One of the hooded guys ripped off the duct tape, pulling out some of Curt's face and neck hairs as he muffled a scream with the dirty underwear still in his mouth. He pulled out the soaked dirty briefs - which belonged to one of their earlier young handsome victims and tossed it on the floor for later use.

Curt, moved his sore jaw around and around, at first not able to form words or speak. He was still blindfolded for the moment.

After a few seconds, able to form words and speak, he began to struggle in earnest, yelling "HEY! HEY! Stop!!!! I'm not gay okay?!!!! What the fuck are you doing! Lemme go! Man - let me the fuck go!!!!"

It took all their might - to hold down his legs that were kicking and pulling in a desperate attempt to break away. They pressed his leg down hard and with enormous effort, tied them securely at each end, so his body was spread eagled (upright), his arm pits, and body completely tied and at their mercy. They were all sweating and panting from the exertion of restraining this boy.

"Fuck Curt, you are fuckin' strong...." One of ski-masked hooded guys said struggling to pull his legs as the straight tried desperately to stop them for tying up his legs.

It took them a few seconds to force each leg and ankle apart and attach a hook to the frame that spread out his legs lewdly.

"FAAAAUUUUCCCCK!!!!" he yelled.

To give Curt even less freedom of movement, they looped around each of his thighs (still covered with his pants), and then secured to the post tightly. While he could buckle and struggle - especially his upper body, there was very little movement he could do with his thighs and legs.

His hands fisted his body taut and flexed trying to desperately break his restraints; Curt struggled for a few more minutes, pulling at the ropes, yelling "LET ME GO!!!!!"

Without saying a word, one of the ski-masked hooded guys walked up to the struggling and cursing boy and removed his blindfold.

His mind enraged and confused by his abduction, Curt's eyes squinted for several seconds, blinking rapidly trying to adjust to the bright lights of the room. At first he wasn't able to make out anything. In a second or two he could see - and looked down and then around the room and at his kidnappers. He saw a giant king sized bed that was on some platform. A large flat table big enough for a large man to be laid on. Different racks, chains, whips, and what were clearly - even to Curt - large rubber dildos of various sizes - including several of that were enormous in size. He saw what appeared to be electrical units with long leads with small pads and straps of what purpose he could not fathom. But it all added up to something evil for Curt - and he sensed many of these horrible implements would be used on his body. He fought back a shudder and panic.

Curt saw how big the room was, seeing no windows, but two metal large doors and no other avenues of escape.

Blindfolded up until seconds before, he had no idea where he was. He could be anywhere. What he saw horrified him - though he would have been even more horrified by the other rooms and facilities that he couldn't see. Worse he saw several guys - including husky sized men that he knew were not in the van - with ski-masks, some standing a few feet from him, others further away - but all staring at him. The sight of those hooded men was meant to strike fear in their captured prey - and it almost always did. For Curt he tried to remember what the guys in the van looked like - that lessened the fear somewhat. But it was still unnerving to see 10 or 12 or more guys hooded and surrounding a victim tied up and helpless.

Though he appeared to his captors as defiant and unafraid, Curt was doing all he could to fight the feelings to terror - almost as if he was a little boy again and lost and wanting to cry for his mother. He knew he was now trapped. This was no small time abduction. This was something much bigger that just some random abduction and rape - but Curt didn't know what.

His eyes glared at them in almost pure rage now hiding the growing fear and apprehension that he had to fight off from turning into sheer panic. The alpha male part of Curt still felt that somehow he could control - or get control back of this situation. The guys from the van - though now hooded - didn't look too tough. But he worried about the other bigger guys - hooded and surrounding him. Curt knew that for now escape was impossible. But he had to keep trying.

"Welcome home Curt. Yeah...well, you're here whether you are welcome or not. But man you have a fuckin hot body and we welcome that for sure. You're going to have a lot of fans. See....cameras....everywhere...every sound....everything that happens...including the van," said one of the guys from the van, pointing to all the different cameras everywhere.

Curt looked around in disbelief at all the cameras - and two cameramen holding what appeared to be very expensive mobile hand held units. How could this be happening he thought?

He yelled in growing rage, "NONONNONNOOO!!!! Let me go....goddamn it!!! Fuck!!!!...."

Two hooded guys went through the other personal stuff of Curt's, finding his personal toiletries - nothing special, except, hidden away in the pouch of the overnight shaving kit was - to their surprise - a small size bottle of Astroglide lube! And tucked away at the bottom of the big bag was a porno magazine of naked young beautiful women.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here Curt? You must like to jerk off a lot dude - though have to compliment you on your choice of product - Astroglide definitely is good stuff...We'll have to use this on you. Love your reading material too" one of the hooded guys from the van said in a mocking voice, bringing the bottle out right in front of Curt's now reddened face.

Curt's eyes widened, glaring back at his tormentors with rage and failing to hide his further embarrassment. It was humiliating to have these perverts he thought, inspect all of his personal belongings, strip his clothes off and touch him - and now find the lube which he always carefully hid away when he travelled. His face was flushed with embarrassment - though he tried to shake it off with anger.

"FUCK YOU!!!!" he spat out angrily. He muttered angrily "sick sick", shaking his head in disgust.

"And what's this....your camera. Hmmm...WOW! Bro - what's with these pictures?" the hooded guy from the van said, and then looked at the hundreds of photos stored in camera - and some short video clips. There had to be over a thousand pictures - all of Curt. Curt shirtless. Close-ups of his butt and crotch. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

" Fuck - guys come here....look at this shit...Hey Curt you like having pictures taken of yourself naked? You look semi-hard there Curt - and all these other pictures here...shirtless, in your underwear? What kind of pervert are you Curt? Who you giving these to? Your mother? Sure...You are as fucked up as we are!!!!" the hooded guy taunted the boy as he showed the pictures on the digital camera to the other guys - who whooped and yelled out in excitement, including a taunting wolf whistle. They loaded the pictures and video onto a hard drive and on the three giant video screens a slow slide show of the pictures were shown. The small audience of potential buyers could also see those pictures and also see and hear the proceedings - and every proceeding- in the facility.

"Look...that camera isn't mine. I took it from my neighbor upstairs - he dropped his camera on me. The faggot was taking pictures of me all the time I was living there without me knowing....He's the pervert," Curt muttered back to his tormentors. "Look guys, you had your fun. This is fucked up. Just let me go. Keep the fuckin camera. Keep everything. Just let me go. Now."

Curt still couldn't believe that he was abducted by other guys for his body.

They now were looking at those pictures, staring back at him to compare - especially the shots of him lying naked in his patio.

They mocked him for the piss stains and intense strong pungent odor from his underwear and showed him the stains - and even the very slight brownish skid mark. They showed each item - close-up - each of the soiled garments, pointing to the location of the offending stain - right next to Curt's reddened face.

"I guess your momma didn't teach you how to be clean and wipe yourself good, huh?" Daniel said, close to Curt's ear, then nibbling it like some girl, causing Curt to buckle and jerk his head away.

Curt's was embarrassed -- it was humiliating to him to have his body and clothes - especially his underwear, so intimately examined and sniffed. What kind of sick animals were these Curt thought trying to hold back constant rising feelings of panic.

Each of the hooded guys from the van had their lust fueled by the fact that they had this handsome straight boy at their complete mercy - a boy who would normally intimidate them with his Adonis good looks and body. Like all the previous victims. All his good looks, his beautiful muscled body had no power to stop them or intimidate them now. Curt was tied up and helpless. That was a part of the reason why the guys from the van enjoyed immensely their job - the other reason was pure financial.

Hundreds of benefactors across the world - especially Asian and Middle East - loved abducted straight good-looking boys - for on-going video movies, short clips, and sometimes brief personal "appearances" or in many cases, purchased as a sex slave to be subjected with all kinds of pleasures and torments - the extent and duration depending on the buyer. Sometimes the guys in the van would abduct a good-looking boy for just a short period of time - sometimes for a night, sometimes for a weekend or several days and properly blackmailed, dumped them in a different town, traumatized but otherwise unharmed

No matter the ultimate fate of each prey they abducted, each of their boys stalked and abducted and then edged, milked, and tortured would have their entire ordeal fully videotaped. Many of those videos would be edited down and posted on a special gay bdsm site (a certain benefactor liked those videos posted for the public to see - getting a special thrill out of having a captured boy - disguised - and yet sexually assaulted on tape and for enjoyment and entertainment by possibly people who knew them or were their friends and family - without knowing it was them.

And the victims would be forced to endure that humiliation on top of so many others - knowing that the constant violations of their bodies were posted for people to see - even if their specific identities were hidden.

Curt was no different. A series of videos would be posted several weeks from now, though in all of those clips he would be hooded or his face blurred by video editing to hide his identity.

"Shut the fuck up! You don't have a choice either way. "

Curt, enraged, yelled back "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! LET ME GO!!!!! FUCK!!!!" as if he could order them around.