LUKE S BRUTAL ABDUCTION
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Luke thrashed and twisted in his sleep, his bed like quicksand as he became ever more
hopelessly entangled in his sheets. He struggled against invisible forces, knocking his pillows to
the floor and scaring the cat off her corner of the bed.
In his dream he was in a strange room, his hands and arms held down by invisible men,
and the more he struggled, the more of them there were, their knees on his forearms and their
hands on his chest, making sure he couldn t escape.  You want this, a voice whispered.
 No&  he protested. But in his heart he knew he didn t mean it. It was what he was
supposed to say, what he was supposed to feel. He wasn t supposed to be so excited by it.
Then one of the men straddled his chest, his crotch in Luke s face.  You want this.
 Yes! He woke with a shout. He bolted up, breathing hard. What the fuck! He looked
at his phone  shit, four o clock in the morning. Too early to get up and too late to go back to
sleep. He lay back down but the sheets were cold and clammy now. He rolled over to the other,
dry side of the bed. But now his hard-on was aching, and his bladder, too.
He got up to piss, trying to will away his boner. That dream again, he thought. How
many times now? He finally got sick of waiting to go soft, stuck his dick in the sink and started
splashing cold water on it. That did the trick, and then he let out a sigh as the stream rushed into
the bowl. He smiled  pissing in the bathroom sink, how bachelor was that?
He started his morning, firing up the coffee and the computer, trying to shake off the
scene in his head. Where did that crazy ass dream come from? he thought, and another part of
him laughed. You know where, it said.
Yeah, he did. From that movie.
He d been torrenting porn for a while now, his roommate Terry having turned him on to
how easy it was to get professional stuff for free. And at first, when he was ready to stroke it,
he d just plunge into whatever he d downloaded. But time after time he found his hand coming
off his dick and onto the mouse to skip ahead, looking for the good parts. Most of the time he
would just finish off while watching a half-assed onscreen fucking.
If ever there was a case study on false advertising, porn was it  at least gay porn, though
he didn t imagine the straight stuff was any different.  Kyler Pounds Jaxxsin,  Brutal Top
Micah Nails Patrick, etc.  all accompanied with descriptions full of equally thrilling adverbs.
 And then, when you watch it, it s like, what the fuck? He d complained to Terry one
night as they sat on the couch watching the baseball playoffs.  Some guy sprawled on a bed,
getting an indifferent blow job, then the bottom sits on his dick for a while. You call that a
 pounding ?
 I don t, no, Terry said.
 Why the fuck is it so hard to find one guy who loves to truly fuck the shit out another
guy, and another guy who loves to get it, and pay them to do it on camera?
 Maybe most people want to see that poochie ooh la la sex. They don t like the nasty shit
like we do.
 Then why do they advertise it like it s practically a rapefest? Why&  He threw up his
hands.  I tell you what, dude. You know what I like.
Terry laughed.  Hell yeah I do. They d met in a bar when Luke had seen Terry fighting
with Tim, one of Luke s exes, and he had gone over to him to compare notes after Tim stormed
out. They both had the same problem with Tim  he was a rude dominating bastard in the
bedroom, which was what they both loved, but also a rude dominating bastard everywhere else,
which, well, not so much. Why was it so hard to find someone who knew when to be Jekyll and
when to be Hyde?
Luke had raised his beer to swear an oath.  I will pay you the sum of one hundred dollars
if you can find me a piece of pornography that gets me off so hard I can t walk. I will pay you to
find me a fucking movie that really does have someone pounding that fucking nail exactly the
way it promises.
Terry clinked his beer against Luke s.  Brother, you are on.
Luke had forgotten about the deal for a couple of weeks. Porn was low on his priorities
list right now. He was busy on a bunch of freelance web design projects, so there just wasn t
time, and he didn t have the patience, to comb through pages of porn titles, download a handful,
and click through them looking for something that would get him off, only to end up deleting
them all and having to start over next time he was horny. Lately he just jacked off in the shower
(Terry did too so it was no biggie), thinking of his and Terry s mutual ex, Tim. What a fucking
beast he had been& too bad he was an asshole, too.
Then one day he was in the home office he shared with Terry when his roomie came in, a
feverish look on his face.  Dude.
 What s wrong?
Terry smiled.  Nothing. Nothing& at& all.
 Did you just jerk off?
 Yeah. Oh yeah. In fact, I think& .I know I just won our bet.
 What bet?
 You bet me a hundred bucks I couldn t find a movie that would get you off.
 Well you haven t won it yet. He turned back to his project.  Put it on a stick for me
and I ll look at it later.
 Don t wait too long. I need that money for the weekend.
 Yeah, yeah, Luke waved him off.
That night after he finished his work for the day, he shut himself in the bedroom and put
the memory stick into his computer. He opened the folder and saw the file name: JAMIE S
BRUTAL ABDUCTION. Whatever. He double clicked it to open it and set VLC to full screen.
Jamie walks a deserted street, fiddling with his MP3 player, earbuds in deep. He doesn t
see the van slowly pulling up next to him. Suddenly the van stops and two men all in black, from
their ski masks to their Doc Martens, jump out. They yank a hood over the surprised man s head
and roughly haul him into the van&
On a dirty mattress in an old warehouse, Jamie finds himself handcuffed, surrounded by
men still in their ski masks, their pants popping open, their cocks shoved down his throat...they
egg each other on, abusing him, using him, taking a knife to his jeans and cutting a vertical rip
right over his asshole. He screams as one of the kidnappers shoves his fingers up his ass, a
scream muffled by a hand over his mouth, then by the cock shoved down his gullet like a gag&
Luke still had his shorts on, not expecting to be this excited, and now his stiff cock
strained up, bumping up against the elastic as if trying to bust out of prison on its own if he
wouldn t help it out. He pulled his shorts down, not taking his eyes off the screen, and started
stroking his dick.
A door slams, and the men look up at the intruder.  What the fuck is this! he shouts,
clearly the alpha dog. He s the only one without a mask, no shirt, torn jeans and black boots.
 You fuckers think you re gonna leave me sloppy seconds? He grabs the guy getting his dick
sucked and throws him down on the floor, giving him a kick.
 We were just warming him up for you, boss, the man complains.
 This bitch is mine, assholes. Now get the fuck out.
Luke is gasping for air. The dude is a fucking god: lean, hairless and ripped, a dark
scowl on his face, dark brown hair and eyes. A slightly receding hairline that makes him look
like he s got horns. The USMC tattoo on his forearm is the kicker for Luke  a real honest-to-
God Marine, how fucking hot is that?
He is pissed. He stalks around his prey, pushing his bitch bottom this way and that with
his booted foot, then leans over in front of him, picking him up by the jaw, looks into his eyes.
For a minute Jamie must think he s about to get kissed. Then his kidnapper smirks, spits in his
face, and follows it up with a sharp slap from the other hand. He shoves the cock whore s face
into the mattress with one hand and grabs his own crotch with the other, kneading his obvious
woody.
The dude is so turned on by this scene. This isn t acting. This is what he fucking loves to
do. He is a fucking pro at working over little faggots like this. He d fucking make this movie for
free.
Luke couldn t believe the tension in his prostate. His asshole was like a black hole,
getting smaller and smaller and tighter and tighter like it could suck in the whole universe, all his
mansex parts clenching with adrenalized strength like they were ready to lift a car, and then
BANG he fucking shot all over the screen, the keyboard, the desk.  Ah, AHH! AHHH! he
shouted, completely forgetting his roomie was home, and completely not caring.
 Oh shit, he gasped, convulsing one more time as the action went on, getting crazier
every second. He stopped the video, not wanting to spoil what came next by watching it with a
limp dick in hand.
He wiped himself down in the bathroom and did what he could on the computer. Cum in
the keyboard, hope that doesn t fuck anything up too bad.
Only when he opened his bedroom door to get some wipes did he realize Terry was
home. Home, and sitting on the couch with a shit-eating grin.
 That ll be one hundred dollars. He laughed.  I ll take a check.
What Luke loved best about being his own boss was making his own schedule. And
these days that meant making lots of time for  Jamie s Brutal Abduction, and his growing
obsession with the star, Slader Jacobs. He found a short interview on YouTube where Slader,
sitting on a park bench with his shirt off, answered a few questions.
 So tell us about your tats. Is that Elvish around your arm?
 Yeah, that s the One Ring, man.
 &  and in the darkness bind them, is that your motto?
 One of  em.
 And you were in the Marines?
 Yeah, he said, rubbing his taut smooth belly.  Couple years.
 You get it on with some of the other jarheads?
Slader laughed.  You gotta ask? Man, they jack you up in there to be the most
aggressive motherfucker on the planet, you re working out all the time, you re always watching
war movies, and when you re just sitting there waiting for something to happen and you can t
shoot anything, what the fuck do you do with all that aggression? It s just you and a bunch of
bored young horny motherfuckers in top shape, man, band of brothers, who s going to ever tell
on a brother if he sucks a dick to help a brother out?
 So you re really gay?
He shrugged.  No, I m not gay, I m not straight. He grinned his feral grin.  I m
horny.
 So I hear you have a side business& 
 Yeah, porn doesn t pay that much, you know, and I m not stupid, people get sick of
looking at you and move on, you get old, you get fat, whatever. But after I did this one big
hit& 
  Jamie s Brutal Abduction. 
 Yeah, that one. After that, guys in bars would start asking me if I d kidnap  em.
Offering me serious fucking money to do it, too. So I thought about that, and I realized, you
know, I m not going to be an escort, I m not gonna fuck guys for money, but if somebody wants
to pay for that experience, for the  everything but, you know, that s hot. I can do that.
Luke froze in his seat. Not only had he found the hottest guy in the world in the hottest
movie ever, but he could be in that movie. It could be him on that dirty mattress, naked and
bound& Okay so maybe he wouldn t be getting all those cocks in his throat and his ass, but
fuck! Some of the hottest tops he d ever been with had never stuck their dicks in him, just
fucking abused and tormented him with his own frustrated lust until he popped. And that
experience would last him through a hundred jerkoff sessions at least.
 So you must be busy then.
 Not really, man. It s an expensive proposition. There s a lot of overhead you know? A
van, the other guys, a dirty basement to put the little faggot for a day or two, not everyone can
afford it. And a lot of people call, you know, they want me to talk about the process and how it ll
go for them and then they fucking jack off and my time s wasted. So I charge $500 now just to
have the conversation, and if you re serious it s a down payment, if you re not, fuck you pay
me, he laughed.
 Well, thanks for your time, Slader. How can people get a hold of you?
 Google me, man. Not that hard.
Luke Googled. He found Slader s website, and skipped all the  About Me and
 Gallery and  Movies links and went straight to  Services.
NON SEXUAL kidnap fantasy service. You know what this is or you wouldn t be here.
It s $3,000. Send me $500 via PayPal and I ll call you.
Damn, that was a lot of money. Three thousand bucks& he could get a lot of new
equipment for that. Take a nice long vacation. Or make a memory to last a lifetime.
He logged into PayPal. He looked at the message box on the Send Money page. What to
say? I love your movie. I fucking worship you. I would pay ANYTHING to get you fuck me
like that, and if I can t get that, I want to get as close as I can.
Like he doesn t know that, if you re sending him five hundred dollars just to talk about
it. Instead, he just wrote his name and his phone number and clicked Send.
When a week passed and he hadn t heard anything, he started cycling between glum,
angry, and optimistic. He s a porn star, his sensible side told him. Not exactly the most stable
people in the world. Yeah but I paid five hundred dollars for a fucking phone call! How hard is
that to do, to take fucking five minutes of time? Maybe it s part of the game, he told himself.
Maybe it s his way of showing you he s in control. He hoped for the latter.
The phone rang one day while he was out running errands. He looked at the number 
blocked  and almost didn t answer it. Could be a new client, though, he thought, and ducked
into an alley to muffle the traffic noise on the busy street.
 Hello?
 So you want to get kidnapped. The voice was smooth, a little contemptuous.
 Y& yeah, he stuttered, his throat suddenly dry.
 Why?
 The movie. I can t stop jerking off to it.
 Why s that.
 It s&  He knew just saying  it s hot was the wrong answer, the boring stupid answer.
He could already tell from Slader s bored tone that he would have to work just to keep him on
the line.  I finally found a movie that delivers what it promises. They all say rough this and
hard that, and it s all bullshit. You fucking gang-rape that guy. It s not acting. His face, man,
he s in real fucking pain when you shove your dick in him. I mean you fucking shove that big
piece in there, with one stroke. And you, you love it. The more he bucks and the more it hurts,
the harder you grab him, the harder you shove his face into the mattress.
 I m sick of it, you know? I m sick of fucking half-ass sex and half-ass guys. And even
if this is  everything but, fuck man, everything but is still hotter than anything else I m getting
these days.
The silence on the end of the line seemed to go on forever. Then Slader said,  So you d
fucking love it if right now someone drove up and blocked that alley you re standing in and
threw you into a van.
Luke s blood pressure soared. He was watching me right now! How the fuck could he
find me with just& he thought about it.  Just his phone number and email address and name.
 Yeah man. Yeah.
Another silence, shorter this time.  Well, that ain t gonna happen. Luke let out a breath
he didn t know he was holding. Relieved and disappointed at the same time.  Because you pay
in full first.
 Okay.
 You ll get 24 hours notice. So when you disappear, nobody freaks and calls the cops.
Sometime the day after you get the call, it happens. And that ll be when I m good and ready.
 How& how long will I be gone?
 How long you wanna be gone?
 A day..a night& ?
 Okay, I might let you out that soon. Better tell people you ll be gone a couple days.
 Okay.
 Non sexual, right? You re aware that this is a perfectly legal operation?
 Yeah.
 I m emailing you a consent form. Gotta protect myself.
 Okay.
 Be ready. He hung up.
 You seem jittery, Terry said one day.
 Lot on my mind, lot going on.
 You okay?
 Yeah, yeah. It was killing him not to tell his friend, but that had been part of the deal.
Nobody must know. And to be honest, telling someone would make it a game, a lark. Keeping
the secret made it& dangerous. Exciting. Because who knew, what if this guy was a psycho?
What if it wasn t a game? His instincts told him it would be okay, this was a legitimate business
that had a fucking lawyer drawing up contracts& even as another part of him thought, something,
everything could go wrong.
Another week passed. He was out to dinner with friends one night, and they d long ago
agreed to silence their phones and pile them in the middle of the table when the first drinks
arrived, and not look at them until after the bill was settled. Which was killing him, thinking,
what if he s calling now, what if he s expecting me to pick up? What if I don t answer, is the
deal off?
After dinner, he was a little wobbly from the wine. He d been eating light for a week
now, telling himself it was a good time to cut back, but the reality of it was, he was hoping
against hope that his  non-sexual experience would turn out all kinds of sexual, and who
wanted to be stuffed full of food when that happened?
He checked his phone  just a text. He clicked it open.
You ve been called out of town on business. You re leaving tomorrow night. We ll find
you. Take a long walk around midnight tomorrow.
Already flushed from the wine, Luke turned red.  Bad news, someone asked him.
 No, no. Great news.
The next day, Luke made a big deal out of packing a carry bag as if he was going
somewhere he d need all that shit. He hooked up the douchenozzle to the shower and cleaned
himself out a couple times. All for nothing, sure, no doubt, non sexual, but what if, what if&
He left the house at 11. The streets in his neighborhood were pretty quiet this time of
night. He wanted to turn around every time he heard a car slow down alongside him, willed
himself not to. He would see a white van parked on the street and would think, is this it? He
never thought about how damn many of those there were before  now they seemed to be
everywhere. He suppressed the urge to cross the street when he saw one, some animal part of
him ordering him to flee from danger.
Twelve passed, and he walked some more. Then it was nearly one o clock. Fuck! He
was getting tired, the adrenaline wearing off. He saw activity ahead of him and it surged again
for a moment, before he realized it was just some guys offloading boxes out of a panel truck in
front of an all night deli. No masks, no hoods, just some working class guys doing their job. He
was starting to feel stupid about the whole thing.
He was just passing by when one of the guys dropped a box in front of him. Bottles
broke and he was splashed with some kind of red juice.  Oh, sorry man, shit that got on you.
Let me get a towel.
 No, that s fine, I m okay.
 No, here, he said, reaching into the truck. Luke followed him off the curb and looked
in the back.
Hands reached out and grabbed him, while the guy behind him gave him a push. Before
he knew it, the door was rolled down shut behind him, the engine roared to life, his arms were
wrenched behind him and handcuffed. He was thrown down hard onto on the metal floor of the
truck, his head bumped hard against the side. Then he heard Slader Jacobs voice in his ear as
the truck sped off.
 Don t. Fucking. Move.
The shock was wearing off and the adrenaline kicking in. He was breathing hard and fast
 as hard as he could with a knife to his throat. He could feel the edge of the blade nicking his
skin. He was afraid to swallow.
The knife came away after he d proven he wouldn t shout, and a hood was drawn over
his head  burlap, painfully scratchy on his face, and he could feel it being tied close around his
neck. What the fuck have I gotten myself into, he thought, pulse racing.
He was on his knees, trying to keep his balance as best he could with his hands behind his
back as the truck took its turns and swings. He had no idea how many men were in the truck
with him.
Finally they stopped somewhere. Two men up front, he realized, as he heard both doors
slam. The rear door rolled up and he was picked up by two guys like a bag of potatoes and
handed to the others on the ground. They each took an arm and led him. He heard keys, then a
padlock clicking, a chain tick-ticking as it came off a fence, and a gate swinging open. They
rushed him, pulling him forward so he stumbled, his feet dragging behind him, all his senses
wanting him to stop in his tracks because they couldn t tell where he was going.
A big creaky door opened and he was being taken down steps. Ten, twelve, fourteen, he
counted. It was basement-cold, the fifty-something degrees a basement always. It was brightly
lit, he could tell through the burlap. Then, suddenly, it wasn t  the lights were off. The two
men on either side of him shoved him to his knees and took off the bag.
Slader s three accomplices were lean and fit, one of them built like a brick shithouse.
Luke wondered if they were all Marines, and started to get hard thinking about it. All of them
wore masks now, except Slader. Luke hadn t had a long enough chance to see their faces on the
street, paying attention as they d intended to the stain on his pants, and now he would never see
them.
 Take off his shoes, Slader said, and they stripped them off his feet. Slader stood in
front of him, his cock at eye level.  You re our prisoner now, you understand?
 Yes.
Slader slapped him, hard. His head turned with the impact.
 Try again, faggot.
 Yes, sir.
 There you go. You see that? he said, and Luke turned to look. There was a dirty old
mattress (just like the movie, he thought), and a big metal ring embedded in the wall above it.
 That s your new home. You behave, you get treated well. You don t&  He slapped him
again.  You get it?
 Yes, sir. Luke s skin was stinging from the blow, but his cock was starting to throb.
 Take off his pants, Slader commanded. They unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his
pants, then threw him face down on the mattress and pulled them off, leaving him bare from the
waist down save for his white socks.
Slader laughed.  Shit, look at that. Fucking queer went out tonight without his skivvies.
What was he hoping to get? He straddled Luke and shoved his face into the mattress, leaning
down to stage-whisper in his ear.  What did I tell you, son? Non. Fucking. Sexual. You don t
get any cock in that ass, you hear? Fucking pig.
The rest of them laughed.  Look at that ass, one said.  I d fuck it. I d fucking wreck
it.
 Yeah, well you aren t getting paid to wreck it. I m a legitimate businessman now. Fix
him up there.
They took off his handcuffs, yanked off his t-shirt, and brought out a set of chains. They
threaded the chain through the ring in the wall and started wrapping it tightly around his wrists as
they held them behind his back. They knew what they were doing; there was just enough chain
to wrap each wrist four times, then they padlocked the chain on each side, securing the last link
to one above it. He was on his ass now, his arms held behind him but loosely. He could move a
little, could sit down, but he wasn t going far.
Suspended above him was a water jug with a long sipper, like something you d give a
hamster, Luke thought.  Make sure he can reach it, Slader said.  Don t want no dead bodies
stinkin up the place.
Luke had to prove he could pull a drink of water off the sipper before they were
satisfied. Slader nodded.  Okay, good work, let s get a beer. We ll be back for you later.
Maybe. They all laughed and headed up the stairs.
They left one light on, a dim bulb over the stairs. As his eyes adjusted, he looked around
his prison. There was a TV on the wall in front of him, and a single speaker to the left to the
mattress. Other than the water bottle, that was it. He was naked, cold, and scared.
And horny as fuck. Being manhandled like that had given him a raging boner. It had
been almost exactly like the movie& until now. Until instead of unzipping their own pants and
shoving their cocks down his throat, they d just& walked out.
Suddenly the TV came to life. Then a movie started. He almost laughed  it was
 Jamie s Bareback Abduction.
 That s what you were hoping for, wasn t it, you sick fuck, came a voice from the
speaker. Luke nearly jumped out of his skin. It was Slader, whispering into a microphone
upstairs.  Can you touch yourself in those chains?
 I& I don t know.
 WELL FUCKING FIND OUT! The voice almost deafened him, echoing in the cold
concrete basement.
Luke had to maneuver himself, sitting up against the wall so that his left hand was up
behind his head, right against the ring, so all the play in the chain left him free to stroke himself
with his right hand.
 You guys see this?
In the background, their voices.  Yeah, man. There must be a camera somewhere 
maybe a webcam in the TV, Luke thought.
 So show us how much you love this movie. How much you want to get fucking gang
raped by a bunch of dudes.
Luke took a drink off the sipper, to get his saliva going, and got some spit on his hand to
help lube his cock. He d gone semi-soft from the shock of the speaker, and then came the scene
where Slader burst in and scattered the other guys, claiming the little slut for himself, and his
stiffie came back full force. Luke stroked himself, looking at the staircase, then back at the TV,
waiting for Slader to come down and do this, all this, to him.
 Please, he whispered.  I ll pay anything.
 Of course you will. But guess what, motherfucker. Some things aren t for sale. Now
fucking touch yourself.
Luke couldn t help himself. He wouldn t believe it, wouldn t believe that he couldn t
offer himself so completely to Slader that he wouldn t take him up on it. He could do this, he
could prove that he was worthy, that he wouldn t scream and cry and change his mind like some
little half-assed sissy who ran away when he was this close to getting what he wanted.
 Come on, he said, looking at the staircase.  All of you. Come on.
The speaker was silent. He worked his dick harder and harder, slapping it around,
slapping himself in the face, twisting each nipple till the pain was evident on his face. They
should know what I want, what I can take, what I need.
 I fucking need it. I fucking& need..it&  On his knees, back arched, left hand holding
on for dear life to the ring, he shot his load across the mattress, his eyes fixed not on the screen
but on the stairs, still willing them to come.
Finally, spent, he collapsed on the mattress.
 Drink, the speaker commanded, but quietly. Luke drank his fill, and fell back on the
mattress.
The TV went off. Then the light over the stairs. Luke rolled over and slept the sleep of
the dead.
He woke up& when? The next day? There were no windows, no way to tell what time it
was. They were coming down the stairs, one of them hauling what looked like an IV stand, the
other with arms full of restraint straps.
 Up and at  em, Slader said. Luke tried to rub his eyes and was pulled up short  the
chain wouldn t let both hands reach his face. They unlocked the padlocks, unchained him, and
threw the chain in a corner.
One of them put a bucket in front of him.  Piss in this, he said. It was the one who said
he d wreck Luke s ass. He looked up but the eyes in the ski mask were unreadable. Luke wasn t
shy; he let go a stream into the bucket, thanking his foresight in douching out so, if nothing else,
at least he wouldn t have to take a crap.
Two of the guys tucked the restraint straps under the mattress. It was an X shape system
that Luke knew from experience would keep him from using his hands or feet to escape around a
corner of the mattress.  Face down, Slader said. Luke lay face down on the musty old
mattress, which reeked of stale sweat, old cum and piss. Each of the four men grabbed a limb,
and tied him down. They checked the straps and pulled them tight, making sure there was no
give, until he was completely spread-eagled. Luke started getting hard. This is it! Fuck yeah!
Then he heard the IV rattling as they positioned it. What was that for?
 Look right to you?
 Yeah, about right. Test it.
Luke felt a small splat land on the small of his back.
 Little lower.
A drop of something landed on his ass crack, just above his hole.  Yeah, one laughed.
 That s it.
Slader gave him a little kick in the side.  You know what that is?
 No, sir.
 That s a lube drip. Right on your ass. You wanna be a good boy?
 Yes, sir!
 Then I want to see you work that asshole. I want to see you open it up and suck that
fucking lube right down in there. I wanna see you fucking begging for it. Even though, and he
gave him another little kick,  never forget, there ain t no dick going up there. You hear me?
 Yes sir. He almost left the sir off, wanted to feel the sharp crack of Slader s hand on
his face. But he didn t dare.
They left again. He could feel the lube dripping from above him, only the smallest dollop
every minute. He pulled himself up the bed an inch; he only had a few inches of mobility the
way he was bound. He arched his back to spread his cheeks, trying to catch the lube right on his
asshole. After a few minutes, he was getting it right on his hole. The first time he twitched a
little from the shock of it, and it slid down and away. He concentrated on holding still, counting
down the minute. He counted out loud every ten seconds, and at ten seconds to go, he held still
and relaxed his asshole, tipping his ass up to get the lube right& there. Then he d squeeze, trying
to suck it in, trying to keep as much as possible in his hole.
Time passed. There was a puddle on his balls, then on the mattress. His dick was still
hard, and now between drops, he started to wriggle around enough to get the lube on the mattress
onto his dick. Then he could start thrusting it into the slick fiber without rubbing it raw. His
fists clenched as he tugged futilely against the restraints, his every desire trying to send his hand
to his cock to work it, to his asshole to stuff the thick sauce splattered on his ass deep inside.
 Very nice, the speaker whispered.  You win a prize.
The door upstairs opened and two men  neither of them Slader  came down carrying
some metal apparatus. Another carried a big round mirror, old and speckled where the reflective
surface had flaked away. It was propped in the corner where Luke could see what was
happening behind him. The lube drip was wheeled away.
It wasn t until he saw one of them running out the extension cord that he realized  it was
a fucking machine. He watched as one of them fitted a fat dildo onto the end of the prong. It
must have been seven inches around and ten long. Oh my god that would fucking kill me, he
thought. He d always stayed away from dildos, never wanted his ass to be stretched out like
that.
The speaker crackled.  I told you no cock in your ass, but I never said anything about
anything else, did I? Laughter in the background.  Perfectly legal. You ready for it?
 Y& yes, sir. I mean I never& it s huge.
Slader laughed.  Yeah it is, isn t it. You ll take it, you ll see.
They finished setting it up, pointed straight at his ass. They slathered it with thick, greasy
lube. There d been no point in catching the slick stuff with his ass, it had only been a test  there
was so much cream on this dildo you could grease a pig with it. Then they left. What the fuck?
Luke thought. He was afraid of the giant dildo but more afraid of being left here looking at it,
waiting for something to feed his ravenous ass.
Then he heard it come to life. A faint humming. But it wasn t moving. He watched it in
the mirror, waiting for the violation to come, wondering how loud he would scream when that
thing ripped him open.
A few minutes passed. Another test, he thought. Prove it, prove you want it. He buried
his face in the mattress and waited for it to come to life and punch him in the guts, trying to keep
his hole relaxed to minimize the pain.
Suddenly he felt something touching his ass cheek. He looked in the mirror. It was on 
it had been moving the whole time! It was moving as fast as a glacier, but it was moving,
painfully slowly.
 Relax, Slader said.  It s going in there. Just relax and fucking enjoy it.
The huge dildo pushed up against his asshole, slowly but insistently. There was nowhere
for him to go. The pressure built slowly on his hole, and he felt it, knew it, any second now.
 Deep breath. He did as he was told.
 Now, let it out slowly. And as he did, relaxing, the head of the monstrous dildo slowly
pushed inside him.
 Oh fuck, he said, letting it in, no choice in the matter.  Fuck.
The fucking machine pushed the dildo in, further, further, till he was full to bursting with
it. Then when he thought he would die of the pain, when he was sure his prostate would be
crushed like a grape, it started retreating. The whine of the machine got louder as it ever so
slowly picked up speed.
The TV came back on again. Luke looked in the mirror. But it wasn t the movie.
It was a scene in this room, a scene right here, and Slader and the guys were using and
abusing some little faggot. He had a ski mask on just like his attackers. Only HE was getting it,
getting their cocks shoved down his throat, passed around a semicircle from one to the next,
each one using his hands to shove the prisoner s head down onto the next one s tool. And then
he was tied face down, spread-eagled, just like Luke, and Slader jumped on top of him and with
one stroke rammed his cock all the way in.
Luke bucked, his cock wet with lube, using the mattress to rub it hard while the dildo
fucked him faster and faster.
While Slader pounded away, the others took turns skullfucking him.  Yeah, faggot,
fucking take it. You fucking love it. Fucking tear you off the street and give you what you were
looking for!
Luke came, screaming. The dildo machine got even faster, forcing the juice out of him
again and again.
Then it was over. The machine withdrew, the TV went off. He lay there gasping.
 Come on, he whispered.  Come on. I m ready. Please.
 Time s up, the speaker said. There was a rustling and a snappy click as the microphone
went off. The harsh fluorescent lights were on again. Two men came down and untied him.
They threw his clothes at him.
 You re free. Get dressed and get out.
 No! I want what he got. I want& 
He got slapped.  You get what you paid for, motherfucker. Now get out.
Luke staggered home. It was late the next night. He was nearly in tears of frustration.
He told himself he d got what he d paid for. That he d been lucky to get a dildo up his throbbing
asshole. That he d felt Slader s skin on his, that rough soldier s hand on his face. He d paid to
be abused, and in the end the final abuse had been having to watch someone else get everything
he wanted.
He let himself into his apartment. Terry was out, fortunately. He took a very long
shower, cleaning off the grease and the sweat and the cum. He put on a pair of sweats and
flopped out on the couch, trying to care about whatever was on SportsCenter. His phone chimed,
an incoming call. Not now, he thought, whoever you are. But he answered anyway.
 Good job, Slader said.  Like I said, this is a legitimate business. The guy you saw
getting fucked in that movie wasn t a customer.
 Thanks, Luke said, and for all his disappointment and exhaustion, hearing Slader s
voice again was sending blood to his crotch.
 I work hard at being a good employer. And that means keeping the employees happy.
Man, we get some sad-ass bitches down in there sometimes, and most of the time they go out the
door and that s the end of that. But I had some complaints this morning.
 Yeah?
 Yeah. Those boys wanted to give you what you were begging for. So maybe someday,
maybe someday soon, you ll get it.
 Fuck man, I would do anything for that.
Slader laughed.  You ve already done it.
 So& you ll do the same thing? Send me a text and& ?
 Not exactly. Can t leave a paper trail. See if you paid us for last night, and we text or
email you to set up& the next thing, that would make it look like we re delivering the rest of a
paid service later, if we follow up that way, see?
 So how will I& 
 Don t worry, Slader said, and Luke could see the smirk on his face.  We know where
you live.
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Luke s Brutal Abduction
Luke hasn t been the same since he saw  Jamie s Brutal Abduction, an S&M porn flick in
which a young man is kidnapped and made to service a gang of guys in a dirty basement.
When he finds out that the movie s star Slader Jacobs runs a real  kidnapping service, he s
on his knees begging to be yanked off the streets and forced to be the star of the sequel!
Luke s Brutal Abduction II
In Part 1, Slader s abduction-for-hire gang took Luke to a dirty basement where he was used
and abused, just like he d always dreamed. But what he got wasn t all he wanted, and now
he s hungering for more.  We know where you live, Slader had told him, and now Luke is
coming home to find clues that someone has been in his house& someone who knows what he
wants& someone who is telling him to get ready for a group ass invasion!
Luke s Brutal Abduction III: Slader s Slave
In Part 2, Slader and his crew accepted Luke's invitation to invade his ass, and Luke finally got
a piece of his dream man. But he can't stop thinking about Slader, the former Marine, porn
star, gang leader, businessman...Luke wants to be taken and used by him again, mano a
mano, but Slader doesn't want a boyfriend - he wants a SLAVE. Will Luke's resistance to that
idea bend, or even break, in the face of his desire for Slader?
Luke s Brutal Abduction IV: Breaking Luke
In Part 3, Luke was converted into Slader s slave. But now it s time for him to find out what
that really requires of him, when Slader puts him on a leash and takes him to Dark Bar, where
everyone can see Slader s new doggie& Will Luke set aside his fear of exposure and shame to
show the world that he proudly belongs to Slader? And when Slader s hot younger brother Jim
comes home on leave from the Marines, which of the two competitive brothers will get the
better end of Luke?
Luke s Brutal Abduction V: The Wrecking Crew
The epic climax of the Luke and Slader saga! Luke s consented to be branded with Slader s
initials on his ass, marking him forever as Slader s property. And that means something else,
too  full membership in Slader s crew. Does Luke have what it takes to be one of the guys,
working over dudes like he s been worked over himself? And when Slader looks to break his
promise not to touch another man, will Luke trust him and go down a new and even stranger
road with his master?
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Brad Vance Erotica:
Sam and Derek: The Whole Story
All four Sam and Derek stories, plus Jake and Eddie s origin story!
Sam s Reluctant Submission
Sam's down to his last five dollars when he meets Derek, who makes him an offer - come to
my estate for a manhunt, evade me for two days, and you'll make ten grand...but if I catch
you, you surrender your ass to me! Sam's got SERE training and he's pretty sure his straight ass
is safe, but anything can happen when the hunt is on...
Sam s Reluctant Submission II: Urban Manhunt
In Part I, Sam lost his ass to Derek, but kept something more important  Derek submitted
him, but didn t break him, and that s what Derek really wanted. Now Derek wants a rematch
 fifty grand for an urban manhunt, if Sam evades Derek s crew& if he doesn t, it s four on one
and Sam s ass is toast!
Sam s Reluctant Submission III: Search and Rescue
In Part 2, Sam lost his ass to Derek again  and loved it! Which left him wondering if he was
gay after all. Maybe a three way with Jake and Eddie will help him figure that out& And when
Derek calls Sam to get his help with a search and rescue effort, what sexual sparks might be
generated if they clash again in a  threematch ?
Sam s Reluctant Submission IV: Avenging Devils
The epic conclusion to the saga of Sam and Derek! When Derek s dark past rears its head to
jeopardize the couple and their friends Jake and Eddie, Sam will have to call on his old
Special Forces buddies to do battle with The Factory, a malevolent cartel bent on revenge.
Will Sam and Derek rescue Eddie from his kidnappers? Will seeing Sam explore his top side
with Eddie make Derek jealous& or make him want Sam to do that to him? Most frightening
and dangerous of all, will Derek finally say the L word!
Eddie s MMA Submission
Eddie works across the street from Downtown Fight Academy. And he can't stop thinking
about Jake, the hot MMA fighter he ran into at the store. When Jake offers to train him,
Eddie's ready to throw down in the Octagon. But when Jake has him submitted, and pulls out
a weapon you won't see on TV, will Eddie tap out...or take the punishment?
The Colum And Viggo Series
Colum s Viking Captivity
The monastery at Iona is destroyed, all the monks slaughtered by ruthless Vikings...almost all
of them. Now Colum is taken into slavery by a new master, a warrior prince who will teach
him the Viking Way of pleasure!
Colum s Viking Captivity II: Riding the Dragon
In Part 1, Colum the monk was taken from the smoldering ruins of Iona by Viggo, his new
Viking master. Now in the trading town of Birka, Colum will learn to serve  and to fight, for
the Viking s seeress has foretold his future as a great warrior, fighting by Viggo s side as his
brother, his lover& But first Colum must beg Viggo for his freedom, so he can fight the wicked
trader who s going to use and abuse his friend Niall. What price must he pay Viggo for the
chance to serve out justice for his friend?
Colum s Viking Captivity III: The Warrior Slave
Colum has earned his freedom, by proving his worth in battle! But if the end of his slavery
means the end of Viggo s sweetly cruel tutelage, is it worth it? And Colum is a slave owner
himself now  will he do what he must to protect his friend Niall, and show the other Vikings
that Niall is his property by using him like the lowly thrall that he is? And when a man from
Viggo s past calls them to do battle with the Franks, is Colum ready to fight by his lover s side
as an equal?
Brad Vance Romance:
Apollo s Curse
All Dane Gale ever wanted was to be a successful writer. After a few sessions with his new
friends Rose and Sherry at a romance book club, well, the more romances they read, the
more they re convinced they can do better. And do they ever! They join their creative forces
to become  Pamela Clarice, self-published romance novelist. When they look for a cover
model for their first book, Dane sees the photos that will change his life.
Paul Musegetes is the world s most popular romance cover model, and the most secretive.
Dane soon finds himself obsessed with this supernaturally handsome man, and when he meets
Paul at the Romance Writers Ball on the Summer Solstice, he and Paul connect for one night
of passion&
After that night, Dane's a writing machine. He can t stop writing romances, and every story
he touches turns to gold. But he also finds that he can t write anything but romances. And
soon he's spending every waking moment of every day writing another after another...
Then Dane finds out that this Midas touch has a heavy price. After the next Summer Solstice,
he ll never write again. Not a romance, not a serious novel. Nothing. Not even a grocery
list. And that leaves him with only one option  find Paul, and get him to break the curse.
But before he can do that, he ll have to track down Paul s equally mysterious photographer,
Jackson da Vinci&
Given the Circumstances
Two promising college athletes meet, each needing something only the other can give him&
When Roger and Brian lock eyes on the first day of school, a friendship is born. Both men are
hungry for connection  Brian needs the acceptance, encouragement and support he never
had growing up, and when he finds out his new best friend is gay, it brings his own identity
into question. Roger needs a big brother, a best friend, but that will never be enough,
especially not when he s this close to big, strong, handsome Brian.
And both men want something more  careers as professional athletes. For Roger, the
demands of the closet, the need to reject the love of a man to fulfill his love of the game,
will be a crushing burden. For Brian, his downfall will be the substances he uses to get an
edge over the competition, and to suppress his gnawing self-doubt and guilt.
One set of desires will bring them together, the other will force them apart&
A Little Too Broken
When Jamie walks through the door of the Humane Society, it s not just an animal who needs
rescuing that day. Tom is there to adopt another service dog into the Canine Comrade Corps,
but it s Jamie his heart goes out to. But each man turns away, walks away, from the potential
pain, the rejection, the knowledge that it ll all end in tears&
Jamie knows damn well that the HIV he contracted from an unfaithful lover has put him out
of the dating game forever in the small town of Santa Vera. Tom lost his legs in Afghanistan,
and got new ones, yeah, but with a side order of PTSD to go, he thought grimly. The real
problem is that only now does he realize he s gay, now that the revelation would be just one
too many things to put his family through, after everything else they ve had to deal with.
So both men grin and bear the loneliness, put their feelings on a shelf, even as Jamie s
volunteer stint at CCC turns into friendship and, despite their resolve, something more&
The Worst Best Luck
Peter Rabe s luck is about to change. Taking a co-worker s car into the shop nets him a
desperately needed $100 tip& and the attentions of Matt Kensington, master mechanic. Peter
can t believe that someone as hot as Matt could be interested in the young man his
tormentors used to call  Peter Rabbit. But, incredibly enough, he is. And when the
Quadrillions lottery jackpot is up to $700,000,000, wouldn t it be crazy of Peter not to buy a
ticket on his lucky day?
Matt doesn t think much of money, having grown up on New York s Upper East Side in the lap
of luxury. He d walked away from the professional drudgery his Harvard degree had qualified
him for, to become a mechanic, to touch things that were real, to fix things that were
broken. And a hot shy guy like Peter is another machine Matt wants to believe he can fix.
But when Peter finds out he s won the lottery, it almost feels like his luck has run out.
Especially when Cody Burrell, his emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend, mysteriously re-enters his
life just before he cashes the ticket and reveals his good fortune to the world...
Peter must wrestle with the pressures of wealth on someone who s grown up poor, the
pressure of fame that comes with so much instant fortune, and most of all, with his own
demons, the demons that Cody knows all too well how to manipulate.
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