Boys of Capture

A fall from grace, for most of these boys that sought for someone, for anyone to understand, to cherish and to love them without a judgmental eye. Creed did so much more that was necessary, even when the interest was lost, he continued to give the boys a roof over their head, clothes on their back and food in their stomach, as any parent or guardian would. Some of his customs might’ve been unorthodox, but he didn’t get where he was today by being commonplace. He’d accept a couple new boys into the order, reason for sending several of his associates out to rescue his ideal boys from today’s society, to bring them here.

Dressed in a black and red cassock, Creed acquired several, small steps towards the fallen boy. “Welcome home, my child.” Tilting his head at the statement from one of his boys, a seemingly genuine smile crept on his face, as he gestured for the boy to step forth. Once he did, he caressed his thumb along the boy’s bottom lip. “He is perfect, was is spoken past tense, he’s here with us. He will stay here with us. I need you and Tommy to get his room ready, think you can do that for me?” He didn’t rule with hatred or fear, that’s no way to build a rapport with a congregation, but plenty did it, day in and day out. Turning back towards the boy on his knees, his left hand caressed along Benny’s face. “Do not fret, you’re safe now. You’re back home where you should be.”

Benny had no idea what to expect, a hundred different ideas and fears in his mind but what he saw before him was…not any of them. There was a man standing there among the younger men, wearing a piece of clothing he’d seen men of God wear before but in far darker colours and a warm smile on his face. Benny didn’t recognize the face, he was handsome indeed with bright eyes and a kind smile despite their situation. For a moment Benny forgot about his fear, instead somewhat stunned and confused by what he saw and only finally snapped back into it when one of the other men walked forwards towards the man in black and red. Watching in even greater shock as he intimately touched the boy like that, brushing his thumb across his bottom lip and praised him for what he had done and within a few moments both boys were heading off to do what they were told and get Benny’s room ready. Wait, his room?

“I…what? I…no, I…please you have to let me go. This…this isn’t my home, I’m not from here” He finally found his voice, unsure what to say or do as the panic began to set in again as he looked up at the man walking towards him. “Please let me go, what do you want from me? I-” He was cut off when he suddenly felt that hand gently stroking his cheek, breath hitching as he felt the warm and soft touch that sent a tingling sensation throughout him. He’d never had a man touch him like that before, it was…new. “But..but this isn’t…” He tried to find his words, eyes fluttering and swallowing thickly. “I was taken from my home, those boys brought me here. Please Mister, whoever you are - I won’t tell anyone anything if you just let me go back home. My mom and dad will be worried” He stammered, unsure if he should be terrified or not of this person who had apparently been responsible for his kidnapping.

In ecstasy of his own with that sudden abscond of Devin’s beau, out of their way, he could finally be with the conflicted boy writhing beneath him. If it was anyone else, Keith would’ve acquired what he could have from the apartment and left, but he couldn’t possibly leave without giving Devin a taste of him. The entirety of his monster cock buried in the depths of the needy figure beneath him. “Why? I’m doing this all for you. Be a good boy and get on your hands and knees, face the camera.” He wanted to capture every single texture of Devin’s face as he was fed the eleven-inch into his hungry hole and drilled from behind like nobody else had done for him, from a place of sheer passion. Easing his hips back, he’d retract his cock smoothly from outside of the tight hole. “Lube your ass up, I don’t want to hurt my pretty boy.”

“What the hell are you talking about, how is this for me? What the hell are you talking about?” He tried to say even as he struggled and tried to push away the beast of a man but to no avail. That cock sliding into his tight hole and spreading him out entirely, Devin had never had a cock that big inside of him and as much as he was trying to fight this he couldn’t deny the pleasure that shot through him as that cock pushed further inside and began to hit that spot that made his head spin and his arousal burn through even more.”F-fuck you, bastard. I’m not…I’m not doing that” He tried to say but protests or not it didn’t change the fact that he soon found himself on all fours, the camera catching the perfect view of that face as he winced and showed pain, fear but shameful arousal as he was fucked open by that big cock that was making his entire body heat up.

“I’m not your pretty boy, I’m not yours” He breathed out, face flushed and his own cock hard as a rock as he swallowed thickly and looked behind him and saw the masked man there, cock shown off in full glory and chest heaving as that powerful body was contained by the black clothing and the mask kept him from knowing the intruders face. Not like he had a choice though, if he fought back or ran it might end badly for him considering what he’d done to his boyfriend so for now he did as he was told. “I…don’t have any lube, I just…fuck just…give me a second” He said weakly, shame on his face as he refused to meet his gaze as he began to suck gently on his own two fingers and getting them wet before slowly sliding them around to his somewhat opened ass and began to sink both of them in for the burglar’s viewing pleasure. Breath hitched, body tight as he sunk his fingers all the way in and slowly finger fucked his ass for his viewing pleasure like a good boy.

Quite honestly, Keith had zero knowledge - it was apparent to this burglar that Devin had tenderness, romance and affection for his boyfriend. From his back pocket, he retrieved his touchscreen smartphone, nothing as brand new as Eric or Devin’s phone. It was a new era, an age of technology and he couldn’t seem to get ahead in life, ever. Sinking himself further into the taut entrance of the boy reclining against the mattress, seemingly absentminded to his current situation, that of his unconscious boyfriend on the second-floor and of the stranger’s violation of Devin, disgracing the sacred abode, defiling the bower of bliss with another man, with an unknown man, no less. Searching through his apps, until he found and began recording this occasion between the two. “Smile for the camera, Devin.” Whether or not he would send this to Eric’s phone was still up in the air, the jury was still out on that, it was a strong possibility. “Is that your cock getting hard? You must really be into this, huh?” One wrist against the boy’s ankle, spreading his legs wide as he set the device against the headboard, to film the entirety of this juncture. A couple more moderate thrusts of his hips, his entire length dredged in the tight walls of his victim. “Tell me I’m the best you ever hard, Dev.”

The towering masked figure of the man was as intimidating as ever, his shadow looming over the boy like a predator that had cornered his prey and was enjoying watching it squirm before they’d devour it. It didn’t make sense, it didn’t look like he had stolen anything and sure he’d taken the money when offered but nothing else. Why had he come here, was it truly to rob him or was something else going on here? “W-what? No, you can’t...please” He begged, eyes wide as he looked right in the camera and began to squirm and struggle against the man’s grip but it was no use; he was helpless to the burglar, completely powerless in his grasp and now everything was going to be caught on camera.

“What the hell do you want from me, money? You’ve taken my money, you don’t need to do this. What do you want from me, who are you?” He tried to demand from the masked, hulking burglar whose cock was free and thick and taunting him with its size as he struggled again. “N-no, please. Fuck, no come on don’t-” He was cut off when that wrist gripping his ankle spread his legs further and his nice, toned ass was spread open as that impressive cock began to push his hole open further than it ever had before. “O-oh fuck, no...fuck you can’t. H-help somebody” He called out weakly as that entire large cock sunk deep into his tight heat as Keith finally buried himself into the pretty boy and filled him entirely as he moaned and whimpered and closed his eyes. Humiliated, terrified and aroused all at once as he was fucked by the masked man. “W-who..who are you, why...why are you doing this to me?”

The ski mask intact, Keith had zilch to concern himself with, Devin was scared to death - too fearful of what would occur, if he committed an act of foolery. Rightful to be scared shitless in the burglar’s presence, he was unstable and immense dangerous in these situations. “You’ll go to him after I get what I want from you.” The six-foot-five thief began to descend his hands towards the black, leather strap that kept his denims in place. Unbuckling the belt, he loosened the strap, unfastened the button of his jeans and eased the zipper down along his crotch. Fingers crooked within the waistband of his pants and his boxer-briefs to peel the front of the clothing earthward.

“I never liked your boyfriend, he isn’t the right one for you.” The unstable neighbor uttered with sheer confidence that he was that one, he watched the couple from afar. That gargantuan, vascular, pale, serpentine, eleven-inch prick twitched, untamed, as twin ripe, hung orbs dangled in between the girth of his thighs. Curving his knees, he crouched down sufficiently to position his heft in between the plump globes of his neighbor, after spreading the boy’s legs apart. “I know you want this, Eric’s not here, you don’t have to pretend anymore.” If it was up to Keith, Eric would never be an issue for the two, ever again. The bulbous crown prodded against the rosy pucker, until one callous lunge of his hips, causing the globular cap to pierce through the taut wall. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! This ass is what I’ve been waiting for, Devin.” One hand against Devin’s right ankle, whilst his left hand was oppressed firmly against the mattress. “Lift your legs up and put them on my shoulders, I’m gonna show you how your ass deserves to be fucked by a real man.”

There was some momentary relief in the masked man’s choice of words with Eric, suggesting he was in fact alive and not in any immediate danger. This man might be a criminal and terrifying but he wouldn’t risk killing Eric...or at least that was what he was hoping for. But that momentary relief was replaced with more panic as he heard the sound of belt being unbuckled and his eyes darting to the sight of those pants being unbuttoned. “Fuck, no please. Why do you want this, you’re a burglar right? You have your money, why do you want this from me. Just let me go, please” He begged, trembling and struggling but knowing it was all for nothing as this huge, powerhouse of a man would have no trouble putting him back into place if need be. He was completely helpless and powerless against him in his own home, his own bedroom and that was as terrifying as there was almost a shameful thrill to it all. But why did he want this, why was he more interested in doing this to Devin then getting his money?

Then he got his answer. Maybe the man was slipping up or maybe he wanted Devin to know but now he was talking about how Eric wasn’t the one for him, how he never liked Eric before or liked the idea of them together. The realization in his eyes that this man knew him, he knew Eric. Oh god, someone in his life was doing this to him!? “W-what? Have...have you been spying on me, what the hell do you know about whose right for me? Is this what this is about, you deciding you’re better for me?” He demanded, still afraid but now also confused and stunned as he realized this wasn’t an ordinary robbery gone wrong. His eyes couldn’t help but dart to that cock that came into view, it was big. Bigger than his own and bigger than Eric’s and this masked man was clearly a dominant and intense presence through and through. He shouldn’t want this and a large part of him didn’t, he was with Eric and he cared deeply about him and yet there was something depraved and thrilling about a masked man with a cock that big looming over him. “Fuck” He whispered at the size, looking back up at the masked man and into those eyes. “P-please no, it won’t fit. You-you can’t...” He stammered as he felt that left hand dig into the mattress near him and that right hand grip his ankle and soon his legs were hoisted over those broad shoulders. He begged, he pleaded for mercy but all that was silenced when that thick, large cock pressed into that perfect ass that Keith had been longing after for so long. Eyes wide, crying out desperately as he was filled more than he’d ever been filled before and Devin couldn’t speak, could barely breath as he just took in this moment and this sensation. “Fuck.”

 They seemed friendly enough and Benny was far too naive and oblivious to see the glint in their eyes or the way they kept looking him over like a prize they had their eyes on. So he gave them directions as best he could, pointing in the direction they needed to go and was halfway through talking about where to turn off on the road next when suddenly a hand was on his mouth and before he could even react he was being grabbed and lifted up. At this point the yelling and struggling happened, but it meant nothing as the two rather strong young men carried him a short distance to what seemed to be like some large, expensive four by four car. He tried to call for help, to yell and get someone to notice but it was useless with his yells muffled and his struggles easily contained and on this small, quiet street there wasn’t anyone who could notice this let alone see it for themselves. 

As the door slammed shut behind him, he felt one of the guys still in the back and holding him down while the other one got in the front seat. Seeing his chance Benny tried his best to fight back, almost pulling free for a second before he was pinned down and found a cloth being pressed against his lips, smothering him as the chemicals hit him and he realized it was chloroform as he tried to struggle again and pull away but with every passing second he felt himself getting weaker and weaker and his consciousness began to slip away; not before feeling a hand stroking through his hair and murmuring about how ‘perfect’ he was and how he was ‘just what he’d been looking for’ before the darkness took him. The next time Benny found himself coming to his vision was all out of sorts, things fading in and out as he was carried through some kind of hallway. Had he been more aware of himself he’d realized he’d been stripped of his clothing other than his boxers as his lean and surprisingly toned, compact frame on display. The sound of doors opening filled his ears and he could feel a light in the large room as they entered which caused him to close his eyes and wince as he was still trying to adjust. His pliant and groggy self couldn’t and didn’t fight back as he was hoisted out of whoever was carrying him and positioned on his knees as he heard a voice behind him call out. “This is who we said we’d bring to you, we could not resist. He is everything you’ve ever said you wanted, he was perfect” The voice said in a murmured tone from behind Benny who finally had enough of a focused vision and awareness to lift his head and look up at whoever or whatever might be in front of him.

Upon their intrusion in the master bedroom of the apartment, obstruction closed behind the two, barricaded within the enclosure. Fingers pinched at the bottom of his mask, faint adjustments of the material against his countenance. “In the drawer?” With his piercing, mesmerizing azure gaze fixated on his frightened victim, fearful of what to anticipate. A tendency of his head, to glance over his shoulder, he had latched the deadbolt on the lock, unable for anyone to ingress. Maneuvering himself towards that of the dresser, his fingers coiled against the handle of the drawer, heaving it outward. Grasping the black wallet, an expensive and fancy wallet with his initials engraved on the front. Opening the wallet, graced with his Identification Card. “Devin Winters…” And several credit cards. Parting the flaps, he began counting the stack in the boy’s wallet. “Fifteen-hundred dollars?” That was impressive. “I couldn’t make fifteen hundred dollars in fifteen years at my job.” Setting the wallet back down, he sauntered closer towards the bed, yanking Devin closer towards the brink by his ankles, until the boy was firmly against his crotch. “I don’t want your money.. not yet, at least.” Bringing both of his hands down, fingers tore a massive hole in the back of the boy’s boxers. “Devin.. Devin.. Devin.. where’s your boyfriend to protect you? Oh, I know where he is, I’m hella forgetful. I threw him down the stairs.”

Momentarily facing the masked man meant Devin could see just how much of an imposing figure he was, a large and powerful body that was far bigger than Devin’s despite the pride he took in his toned and lean physique and clearly by his height and voice he was older than him and the mask only added to the whole look that was down right terrifying. Perhaps if this was some kind of adult movie Devin would be excited by the dirty fantasy of a masked man cornering the pretty boy but this wasn’t some dirty movie, this was real life. He quickly nodded his head as the other asked for the confirmation on the location of the money. Devin usually wasn’t this quiet, he normally had no problem running his mouth but at the moment that was the last thing he wanted to do having no idea what this man was capable of and right now he was trapped all alone with him and with no way of escaping him. 

He nodded his head again when the other counted the money, hoping the impressive amount would be enough to get him to ease up and perhaps leave now he’d gotten what he wanted. “T-that’s all I have on me for money, take it  it’s yours.” He said quickly, feeling some hope that maybe this nightmare might be over soon rather than later. But that hope seemed to shatter in a matter of moments when suddenly the masked man began stalking towards him and made a grab for him. Devin managed to duck out of the way at first, yelling for help before suddenly he was being grabbed and with no effort at all Keith was able to drag him right up against him, feeling his ass pressing into that alarmingly large bulge and horror filled his eyes as he realized just what the other might want from him instead. “N-no! You can’t, let me go! Please no, just take the money! That’s what you came here for” He stammered and yelled as he felt those big fingers easily rip a large whole in his boxers to show off that plump yet toned ass of the young man. That’s when his heart felt like it froze in place, those dark taunting words as he was told about Eric’s fate. “N-no, no you...you can’t. Eric’s...please, no. Please just take the money and let me go to him, he needs me and he needs medical help. Please don’t do this!” He begged and pleaded, voice trembling and distraught as he struggled in the masked man’s grip.

Committing larceny against residents, his neighbors wasn’t his decision - not intentionally, he couldn’t help himself with all of the fancy shit his neighbors possessed, he could barely afford his rent whilst people like Devin, Eric and others had to go shopping every other day. It ticked him off, he was in it for the money, jewelry and whatever else he could steal, but he was also in it for the humiliation. In Eric’s attempt to investigate the noises at this ungodly hour, Keith had to take care of him. After bashing his neighbor’s head through the window, he tossed him down the stairs of the third floor, down to the second floor. Subsequently, he ventured to persist on what he orchestrated by an incursion into the apartment. Concealing himself in the shadows, anticipating for the second resident to follow the lead of his fallen boyfriend. When he did, Keith came up behind Devin, creeping slowly and slowly, until he was postured behind the boy. His right, gloved hand clamped down over Devin’s mouth, his left arm draped itself around his slender waist, lifting him up from the floor to convey him back into the bedroom. “You can’t fight this.. Devin, just take what I’m about to o to you.”

He had no idea what was happening until it was too late, one large hand around his mouth and a powerful arm around his waist had him immobilized and helpless in less than a moment’s notice, his yell easily muffled by the hand and that powerful body of his attacker having a good grip on the boy as he began to thrash and struggle against the masked burglar’s chiseled body. Legs kicking in the air as he was lifted up with ease and carried off like he was weightless and back towards the bedroom and away from any exit or escape for the poor boy. His heart was racing and his body on high alert,filled with panic and fear as he struggled further even as he was dragged back into the bedroom and his cries continued to be muffled. The voice against his ear felt familiar perhaps but he couldn’t focus on it right now as he twisted his head enough to see a masked man staring back at him with those piercing eyes visible even as the rest of his face remained hidden. Oh my god, he’d been broken into and now he’d been caught. What if they had a gun, was he being taken hostage? Was he going to be silenced? He had a thousand thoughts and fears even as he continued to do his best to struggle and whimper behind the mouth that kept him quiet. Then his blood felt like it had turned to ice when the other said his name, promising he couldn’t fight this. This man knew who he was, he knew his name and god knows what he’d done to Eric. Bedroom door slammed shut, his body trembling in the others grip and if his mouth was eventually freed he’d speak up with a trembling voice and heavy breathing. “Whoever you are, please...don’t hurt me. Just...just take the money from my wallet in the draw, take whatever you want and leave. I swear I won’t call the cops,please” He begged and pleaded, too afraid to even be angry as he tried to keep himself alive; though he still didn’t know how this burglar knew his name or what he wanted with him.

For a moment Devin just sat there, a couple minutes passing before he could of sworn he heard some kind of shifting and rapid movement before silence. It might have just been his paranoia letting him hear that but after Eric didn’t come back after five minutes that paranoia seemed more than a little justified. “Eric?” He tried to call out, still keeping his voice low. It be just like his boyfriend to get a little revenge for being made to get up and check by staying quiet and making Devin worry for no good reason. So he threw the covers off and stoop up wearing just a black tank top and black boxers to match as he walked across the wooden floor in his bare feet and began to hesitantly step outside the bedroom and into the hallway. “Eric? You can cut this out now, joke’s over” He said as he moved through into the living room and tried to look around for any sight of his boyfriend throughout the apartment; unable to shake the feeling that he was being watched or stalked like a predator that was honing on their helpless and clueless prey. “Eric where are you? This isn’t funny anymore.” 

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