Zack had heard about the rumors weeks before he started working on the ranch, that there was some pervert who wore a mask and wandered the woods around the property, looking for naive ranchhands that he captured and brought back to his remote cabin, never to be heard from again. He just never thought it could happen to him.

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    “And to think I almost didn’t kidnap you because you were my gym teacher in high school! Wow, what a missed opportunity that would’ve been. They say that college changes people, and even after one year, I can safely say I’ve learned a lot, Mr. Davis. Like how to edge a guy for long enough that he starts begging for it. And with my parents gone for the next couple of weeks, we’ll have plenty of time to see how long you can last. Don’t worry though. I’ll have you shipped back to your family’s doorstep in time for the new school year.”

    Once we were absolutely sure that the Johnsons were really gone for the week on vacation, we wasted no time on our plan to break into their house and loot what we could. What we didn’t expect to find was this hot guy who’d been hired to dogsit for the Johnsons while they were away. We made the best of the situation, though. After restraining the dude at gunpoint, we took what we wanted, stripped him down, and threw him in the back of our trunk.

    Tony was the drummer in a band that had played a few crappy cover shows at the local bar a couple of times over the past few weeks. People barely paid attention to Tony and his band as they performed while everyone around them got wasted. He wasn’t even aware they had any fans, let alone an obsessive stalker willing to go through all the trouble of kidnapping Tony and locking him away in his garage. 

    Tony wondered if his bandmates would even worry when he didn’t show up to rehearsal the next day, or if they would just find another mindless drummer to take up Tony’s easily replaceable part in the band. Tony also wondered what his captor had done with his clothes, and why he had been stripped down to just his boxer briefs to begin with.

    “Sorry, bro! I know you were expecting me to sell you a dimebag, but instead, I’m gonna be selling you. Maybe next time don’t make a Grindr account to try and trick gay guys into giving you a discount just because you think they’ll think you’re cute. Lucky for you, I know a few guys who would love to have you for a couple days. You’re just their type.”

    It had already been about an hour since Kyle had swallowed the molly he bought at the house party that night. In the time since, he’d been jumped by Mike and his crew. Mike had recently found out Kyle was fooling around with his girlfriend, and in an act of revenge, they had stripped Kyle to his briefs and left him tied up in a room on the third floor of the house to humiliate him. 

    Initially, Kyle had been struggling as hard as he could to free himself. But as he came up on his roll, he suddenly found himself incredibly turned on by the situation he had found himself in. His blood pumping warm and fast from the party drug, Kyle felt himself getting harder, but all he could do was sweat all over the bedsheets as he struggled, his cries muffled by the obnoxiously loud EDM pulsing from the house’s basement. Kyle hoped that someone would find him soon, and when they did, he hoped they would help him get off.