Luke's Brutal Abduction II - HOME INVASION
In Part 1, Slader’s abduction-for-hire gang took Luke to a dirty basement, used and abused him like he’d always dreamed. But it wasn't all he wanted, and now he’s hungering for more. “We know where you live,” Slader said, 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! More
[WARNING: This story contains depictions of forced group sex, extreme anal penetration, bondage and physical and psychological abuse!]
He got home, tested the door – locked. So what, what was that to Slader’s gang of ex-Marines? He’d gotten a raging boner coming up the stairs, his pulse racing as he thought about those masked men hiding in his apartment, waiting so patiently for him to come home…
He did his check again – nobody home. Nothing sitting anywhere it didn’t belong. Relieved and disappointed at the same time, he stripped down and fired up the movie – what had become the movie – on his PC. He wondered if they’d planted a camera, a microphone, just as they’d had in the basement. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and started working it. And just in case they could hear, he turned up the volume on the movie and said, “That. Yeah. That’s what I want. Come and get it…” Thinking about Slader listening to him jack off, listening to him begging to be jackhammered by that fat tool of his, Luke busted his nut in no time.
He wiped himself clean and went into the kitchen for something to eat. Then he saw it, on the dining room table. A piece of paper. A list. He picked it up and read it, hand shaking. Someone had made the list and someone else had added notes.
Poppers (BROWN BOTTLE only)
Case of Stella (MAKE IT TWO)
“Oh my god,” he stuttered. This was it. They were coming here. They were going to invade his home, and then his ass. “Finally,” he said, his throat dry with sick excitement.
Luke fulfilled the order the next day, clearing room in the fridge for the beer. He left the poppers and the Astroglide on the kitchen table, right where the note had been. He found himself cleaning house, and laughing at himself for doing it. Company’s coming! He thought with a mild hysteria.
He barely ate the next day. He thought about cancelling plans to go to the movies with Terry and then realized he needed to be gone each night, needed to give Slader and crew their chance to sneak in again. He sat in the theater watching a dumb comedy as everyone around him laughed, but he was too distracted to concentrate, even on fluff.
Coming up the stairs to his apartment he thought, please let it be tonight. I can’t stand to do this day after day. But he knew Slader, knew how the cruel dominant top had made him wait so long for his abduction that he’d thought it would never come, that he’d been ripped off and it was all a scam. And that Slader could do it to him again, because it was about his pleasure, not Luke’s.
He came in and did his search. He checked all the rooms, the closets. Nobody. Nothing. He stripped, brushed his teeth, took a piss, went to bed, exhausted. I don’t know if I can do this, he thought. The stress is going to kill me.
Just as he rolled over to turn out the little light by the bed, something on the floor caught his eye. It looked like a black belt had slipped halfway under the bed. He reached down to grab it. It wasn’t a belt – it was a restraint strap and wrist cuff. And just as it dawned on him what it was for, there was a hand over his mouth and Slader’s hot, sandpapery voice in his ear. “Now.”