Having watched him secretly on several occasions, I know the routes he takes when he’s walking home from the pub, or from friends who live nearby. The one he uses most will suit my purpose well enough and I make plans to intercept him. I get quite aroused just thinking about it I can tell you. That’s part of the pleasure of course, anticipation.
As you might guess, I always make careful preparations beforehand and I double check that I’ve got everything I need. The most important thing is to get him still and quiet as quickly as possible; I can take my time with the rest of it. If I do it right, he’ll be so stunned by what’s happening that he’ll be helpless before he knows enough to resist. Right, a couple of long straps – they’re like belts really, but where the clasp is, I’ve put in a toothed roller that only goes one way, unless the spring is released by a little tool I’ve made. The point is, as you pull it tight it locks in that position – quick and easy see. A good wad of cotton fabric (some old underpants of mine as it happens) and strong adhesive tape. I’ve cut a few short pieces off and put waxed paper on them so they don’t stick together – dead easy to whip that off to make them ready. Oh, and just for good measure, some lengths of rope. So, it’s Thursday night and I’m parked in front of the shops. They’re all shut and there’s only garages opposite so not many people come this way. There’s still street lights of course and I don’t disguise myself at all, but I reckon the chances of being seen are pretty slim – yes, worth the risk. I’m sitting in the car, feeling excited and checking the mirrors to see if he shows – sudden adrenalin rush when I see him come round the corner and walk towards me. Here goes! I get out, open one of the rear doors and stand as though I’m looking at the tyres; the things I need are lying on the seat, in easy reach. He sees me but doesn’t take any notice – just some old geezer wearing leather gloves and fussing round his car. He comes alongside, giving me no more than a glance and walks on. He’s only gone two steps when I drop the strap over his head and cinch it tight just about waist level. As I spin him round and push him to the open car door, my gloved hand is over his mouth, forcing the wad into it. Before he can react I send him sprawling onto the seat and sort of kneel over him. ‘Stay still and you won’t get hurt.’ He’s squirming by now of course, but with his upper arms pinned to his sides, there’s not much he can do. Once I’ve pushed the gag into his mouth, I take the paper off one of the tape strips and stick that over it too so he can’t push it out. I’m excited now you can bet, more confident as well because I’ve made him helpless so quickly. Even though his lower arms are still free, he’s face down so he can’t move them very much. Before he has time to figure out what to do, I put a loop of rope round each of his wrists and bring the ends together behind him. Now I slacken the roller so I can drag his hands together half way up his back. He’s bucking a bit and making as much noise as he can but he can’t stop me binding his wrists together tightly. I take the strap off him and drop it into the seat well. Great, almost ready now. I get out of the car and have a quick look up and down the road, nothing. He’s kicking now of course but I tie his ankles with another piece of rope and fix the free end of it to the rope round his wrists. Perfect! Leaning over him again, I turn him on his side so he’s facing the back of the seat. ‘I’ve got you now boy. You can’t get away so why not do yourself a favour and stop struggling. You’re going to submit to me whether you like it or not so don’t risk getting hurt in the meantime.’ Perhaps I’m just a bit too excited already ‘cause I shove a hand between him and the back of the seat and fumble at his crutch for a few seconds – silly really as that starts him struggling in earnest, no doubt imagining what I might do to him. No matter, it’s not a long drive so I just chuck a travel rug over him (don’t want him on view if I have to stop at the lights in the high street), get in the front and drive off. I drive slowly, enjoying it. Can you imagine how exciting it is having a boy like that helpless in the back, anticipating stripping him and getting my hands between his legs. I get an extra thrill when I get held up in the main road – loads of people about, cinema just turned out I think. They’re milling around in the road, coming close to the car; no idea my prisoner is only a couple of feet away, nicely stowed under the blanket. He knows they’re close as well; I hear him mumbling and trying to cry out – no chance! Anyway, there’s this place I use and I make my way there. It’s ideal as I can park round the back where it’s secluded and only a few feet from the door. Really horny now I’m parked up and everything is quiet. Not much longer and I’ll have his cock in my hands. So, I open the rear door and shove the blanket off him. He’s mumbling something and straining at the ropes but it doesn’t get him anywhere. ‘Stay still so I can untie your legs. I know you’re scared but I’m not going to harm you as long as you do what you’re told.’ I get the rope off his ankles and drag him out. He’s cramped and disorientated but he still tries to kick me. ‘Stop that!’ I slap him hard across the backside to let him know I’m serious. ‘Come on, let’s get you inside so I can deal with you at leisure.’ He stumbles a bit but I’ve got a tight hold on him and drag him to the door, shove him inside. Not much furniture in here I know, but all I need – table, couple of chairs, and the bed of course. I push him onto it and he tries to squirm off the other side. Makes me angry for a moment and I raise my hand to slap him again – didn’t need to though; when he saw it, he went quite still. ‘That’s better, you’re learning. Behave yourself and you’ll soon be out of here again.’ Being a bit wary about possible kicks, I pull his shoes and socks off, then move my hands to his waist. I unfasten his belt and tell him, ‘I’m going to take your trousers off now – don’t resist. Remember, I can force you if I have to.’ It only takes me a few seconds to undo the zip and pull it open – he’s wearing snug fitting red underpants of a sort of silky material – really nice. I run my gloved hand over it and he wriggles and tries to say something – pleading I suppose. But I’m not going to stop now; my cock is stiff and straining at my own pants. ‘Lift your backside so I can pull them off.’ Despite the desperate look of appeal in his eyes, he knows I won’t stand for any defiance and does as I tell him. With his legs and plump thighs bared, the effect of the pants is even better and I put both hands on them and have a good feel. Suddenly he goes really still and silent and I realise he’s trying to blank out what’s going on; see, his penis is swelling as I run my fingers over its contours, lovely. ‘Open your legs so I can get my hand under your balls.’ He hesitates for just a moment before he does it. Wonderful feeling, rubbing him like this; still with the best to come. He’s a well endowed boy. I don’t mention it to him of course, but I’d first seen him at the swimming baths so had some idea what to expect, that’s when my desire for him started. He really is a well endowed boy so I’m not disappointed. I rub him for a bit longer and squeeze his balls gently at the same time – he’s getting quite an erection so I’m well pleased.