**This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual acts, and sexual slavery. It is a twisted tale dedicated to those who have dark fantasies. Like previous stories it is not an accurate portrayal of BDSM or kink in any manner. Enjoy**
The car moved down the empty highway. Well not entirely empty, trees surrounded the road for miles promising no human interaction. For the group of college boys stuck in the car it was preferred. Solitude gave way to their playful nature.
It was Ezra behind the wheel with Aiden in the passenger while Dillon and Noah sat in the back. A group of men in their twenties driving to a cabin for the weekend could prove dangerous. In their school they were the head of the pack while their looks lead to hazardous egos. Normally it was any young woman that would need to be cautious for a horny group on the prowl. Noah's soft features and light hair had often had those letting their guard down for a selfish lover not knowing pleasure was supposed to go both ways. Aiden's athletic body paired with long tongue had many ignorant to the vulgar comments it would lash out. Dillon's broad figure cloaked in luxury clothes had often blinded those to a dull mind and ignorant viewpoint, while Ezra... Ezra took pride in the role jock. His body showed off years on the rugby field while the face belonged to someone blessed with genetics. The black hair was paired with dazzling blue eyes and a jaw that could cut glass. Not only had he found himself running the school but he was alpha to all those around. Even the four in his car would all but bend over for him.
It was also perhaps such ego that led to ignorance with maintenance. Ezra was used to the world working for him so why wouldn't his car? He ignored the engine light continuing to push foreword. The excited talk from his friends had also made for easy distraction.
"Looking at the guestlist and we have some promising candidates," Aiden said with a grin.
"How many you aiming for?" Dillon asked.
"I've set my goal to five but I think seven is manageable."
Ezra laughed looking to his friend, "You think you'll be able to land seven of these girls? These aren't our typical stock. You my friend...." Ezra scanned over the young man. "You get one of these girls to suck your cock you're lucky."
"Not all of us have the looks but it isn't all about a pretty face." Aiden joked letting his unnaturally long tongue stick out.
This had the others letting out a laugh and perverse jokes slip out. Objectification had become easy over the years. They themselves knew they earned looks and without any long standing relationships it was easy to slip into simple fantasies. The perverted conversation came to an end when the car let out a few unsavory noises causing Ezra to pull over.
Agitation was shared by all but the cold look from their leader had warned what starting an argument would lead to. The frustration increased as the young man continuously tried to get the car running with no success. The most they managed was fifteen feet in a screaming vehicle. With an angry curse, slam on the steering wheel Ezra looked to the others.
It was Noah who spoke up first. He cleared his throat trying to find a solution. "How far away are we? We could call someone and have them pick us up. Or maybe a tow truck?"
Aiden huffed out the answer, "We're four hours away. I don't think anyone is wanting to drive all the way here. And I don't think a tow will take us that far."
Silence hit the car as the group pondered how to reach their destination. If they were to head to the closest town it would be another forty-minute drive furthering their drip to their promising weekend. The nearest city was two hours away and there was doubt any trains or busses could take them to the lakeside cabins. It was accurate to say they were fucked.
The silent fury could only last so long and soon enough the boys were piling out of the car trying to resolve the issue in the fresh air. Getting into the snacks would at least allow them to ward off their hunger. The added boost of energy now had the boys pacing among the road. Dillon was kicking at the gravel on the edge when an idea came to him.
"We could hitchhike until we're close enough then call someone or get an uber. It's four of us so we know getting picked off by a psycho isn't an option. Would provide a great story when we arrive as well. Bet dozens of girls will be begging to rub our shoulders and help us with our distress." A sly grin was added at the last part.
Ezra could feel a hint of disappointment and resentment he hadn't come up with the idea first. It was a good one and the grand entry would quickly set them aside from others. However one glaring flaw couldn't be missed and it was fair to say his baby could compete with any fresh cunt out there.
"What about the car? I'm not ditching it on the side of the road."
Another bout of silence. Ezra kept his gaze upon his friend finally shifting focus when the man shrugged and lowered his head.
"Well the closest town is only forty minutes away. We could get a tow there and then hitchhike to the cabins. We'll pick up the car from the auto shop on the way back." Noah said.
It was perhaps the only plan that would see to it both his car and cock would be taken care of. He nodded.
"Alright, someone call a tow truck."
Before the call could be made the boys watched an old white car moving down the highway. To their surprise it slowed to a halt not ten feet from them. They all took a step closer together watching as the car door opened and a man stepped out. He was friendly enough. There was a polite wave along with a smile. Nothing on the appearance stood out either. There were no grease stains or dirt stains hinting to images of grubby old men seen in films. The clothes had nothing striking about them and would only be described as office suitable and boring.
"Car trouble?" He asked approaching the group.
"Yeah, you wouldn't by chance know the local tow company or anyone we could call?" Ezra asked taking a step forward.
"Lucky for you guys I live in town half hour away. Small town everyone knows each other. I can give a call right now."
"Thanks a lot," Ezra replied.
"You wouldn't happen to know anyone going near Emperor Lake or toward that part?" Dillon chimed in before the man could dial his cell.
"Unfortunately just the tow." The man replied with a grin.
Ezra exchanged an irked look hinting for the need for further silence. Dillon merely shrugged. The small argument that would have happened was stopped as they waited for the call to be made. The glimmer of hope went up as the man finished his conversation hanging up the phone.
"He's on his way. He'll be about forty minutes."
"Thanks a lot," Ezra remarked. "You're really saving our skin. Would hate to be stranded out here."
"Lonely road, you never know what kind of people you could meet."
Arrogance and perhaps stupidity had the young men laughing at the joke. The man smiled at them pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. A calm silence had now come over the group. The boys had seemed to gain a bout of confidence and were relaxed by the side of the car. When the strange man pulled out a cigarette and took a step to the side hoping not to bug them they decided on what to take from the car and leave in the trunk. Again the stranger provided them with the answer by explaining they could bring everything in the car and decide what to leave at the auto shop. Now the only thing left to do was wait.
The forty minutes seem to run quickly as a large tow could been seen making its way down the road. Ezra smiled to his friends before approaching the strange man.
"Thanks a lot, saved our skin."
"It's no issue," the man said with a grin. "Can't think of too many people who'd feel comfortable stopping for a group of college boys."
"Suppose we're a scary group to some." Ezra said with a laugh.
"Nah, just a little loud. I remember being that age and all the shit I'd get into."
The pleasantries were leading to a conversation he simply didn't care for. He faked a smile before turning to the parked tow and the two men inside. Their image was one he'd expect from a small town. Their uniforms were caked in oil and grease while their faces matched the disheveled overalls. One of the two scanned the group and Ezra felt an odd sensation shift through his stomach. Unease was always foreign to him. This man seem to have interest in Noah who took a step back when the looking grew too much.
"This it here?" The driver said pointing to the car.
Ezra nodded turning his back and moving to the vehicle. "It won't go far and makes an awful lot of noise if it does move."
With his back turned he couldn't see those behind. Two of the men were stepping closer to Aiden Noah and Dillon while one was now moving to Ezra. Three against four would normally prove problematic but a large van wasn't far behind the tow. In fact within the next thirty seconds it should be pulling up.
The movement was quick, the men had done this many times before. It was a hard punch to the ribs that had Ezra buckling. Now that the jock was on the ground there was a kick to his stomach to further disorientate. When the shock managed to wear off and reality set in he realized a large man was pulling his arm behind his back to restrain him. When the white van could be seen pulling closer Ezra began yelling.
"Round em' up boys! Hard to get a catch em' this good looking and in this quantity!" One of the men called as his grubby hands secured Noah.
The jock struggled hard. His body continuously thrashed against his attacker in attempt to throw him off. The grip on his arm was too painful and threatened to break if more pressure was applied. His wild eyes scanned the scene taking in the horror before him. A large man was holding Noah and pushing him to the white van. His friend's screams increased in pitch as the door opened and more men shot out. Having Noah being forced into the vehicle and having his hands quickly taped pushed a ravenous energy from the rest. Dillon began to kick and buck successfully throwing off his attacker. Ezra tried to pull himself free when Dillon received a punch to the face giving him a bloody nose. Aiden went to go help Dillon by throwing himself into the group of men. More punches, hits and yells of fury. Now both Dillon and Aiden had been successfully restrained and ushered towards to the van.
"HELP!" It was the only words that could escape the jock's mouth.
