The boy was spreadeagled against the wall. Padded metal cuffs at his wrists, and upper arms, screwed directly into the white tiled wall, held them tightly above his head. More cuffs at his ankles, held him flat, stretched against the cold white ceramic. His head hung limply, tilted slightly to one side, chin resting on his chest. His youthfully handsome face looked almost angelic as he appeared to sleep peacefully, his defined chest and taut flat stomach expanding and contracting with each shallow breath.
Two of the remaining three walls of the room were tiled in the same clinical fashion, while the third, opposite the boy consisted of floor to ceiling mirrors. Spotlights on the ceiling bathed the boy's lithe, well developed body in hot, bright light. In the corners opposite the boy cameras stood on tripods, aimed at the unconscious youth, while a third was affixed to the ceiling in the center of the room, and next to that hung a flat screen TV. The captive boy was dressed only in a pair of skimpy, silver running shorts. A stunning model of youthful vitality, the boy was not over-muscled, but slim, toned, and lithe, like a distance runner. At only 5' 8" his body was compact, but perfectly proportioned.
The Man who had brought the boy to this place, and shackled him to the wall entered through a door in one of the tiled side walls, placed the plastic storage container he was carrying beside the doorway and paused to look over his captive. He had watched the boy for months. Cyber-stalked him, becoming a friend on his Facebook, Twitter and Instagram pages by pretending to be a hot teenage girl. The man had watched and photographed the boy and his buddies on the beach, and followed him back to his home, making careful notes on the boy's schedule, and social habits. He had even managed to get night vision footage of the kid fucking his girlfriend on a secluded section of the beach, thinking they were hidden from view by the darkness. The Man liked to think he knew everything about the boy, plus a few things that even the boy did not yet know about himself. He had a theory about young jock boy's like this kid, and he was planning to test it out.
Boy's like this really just wanted to obey a real Man. In High School it was their coaches. Working their teen bodies to perfection for the approval of the coach. Spending all their spare time doing exactly as their coach ordered. Working out, training with the team, eating the right food, and sculpting their developing bodies. In this kids case it was track and wrestling, the former ensuring the boy remained slender, while the latter accounted for the lean taut whipcord musculature which transformed the boy's body into a beautifully sculpted work of art. Boy's like this needed an older Man not just to control their lives, but to test their bodies, put them through arduous toil and pain, and sometimes even humiliation. The Man was pretty sure that this boy needed that control and domination really bad. In fact he was practically begging for it, and so the Man had planned the abduction meticulously, grabbing the kid while he was out jogging, shirtless, and alone, early that morning, and knocking him out with a well aimed hypodermic. Hustling the boy into the back of his van, he had carried the boy down into this specially equipped Basement.
The boy's name was Zach Castro, fresh out of High School, and working at a local Gym while studying to become a personal trainer. He had a beautiful Girlfriend and a loving family. He was a normal healthy teenage boy, but the Man whose gaze now brushed over Zach's almost naked body knew something that the parents and girlfriend probably did not. Zach was an incorrigible exhibitionist, and a prick tease. To begin with the boy was an extreme sagger. On the beach he wore his boardshorts without underwear, and slung so low on his hips you could almost catch a glimpse of the base of his cock below the lusciously veined curve of his lower belly, while at the rear an inch or two of deliciously tanned butt crack was exposed. He clearly loved to show off his smooth young body to whoever was watching. The Man was pretty sure the kid shaved his pubic hair, since not a wisp could be seen on his mostly exposed crotch. Almost every picture on the boy's Instagram page was shirtless.
Plus the Man found that the boy had posted videos of himself stripping off his shirt, and dancing to rap songs on Instagram and Youtube, grabbing his cock through his long satin shorts, and lewdly thrusting his hips in time to the music. So he had checked a few other sites, of the teen muscle worship variety, and found other more revealing videos which Zach had posted dancing to other songs, like Another Level's "Freak Me" singing along to the lyric "Let me lick you up and down, 'til you say stop. Let me play with your body baby, Make you real hot. Let me do all the things you want me to do..." while writhing his body, and running his hands all over his stomach and chest, grabbing his semi hard cock through the thin material of his boxer briefs, worn, as usual down so low that almost nothing was left to the imagination, and teasingly slipping his hands under the waistband. The comments below the posted videos suggested all the things the guys watching would like to do to Zach, calling him a slut, and a fuckable little twink, and begging for a glimpse of the almost visible dick which the hot little prick tease refused to show. The Man decided Zach was a perfect candidate for his extra special attention.
As the Man studied the lean, tanned youth, he stirred a little as he began to regain consciousness, lifting his head groggily. The Man took a step back, and waited until the boy's eyes focused on him.
"Hello Zach"
Fuzzy headed still, from the drugs aftereffects, Zach mumbled "What the fuck, Man?" Struggling against the bonds that secured his body against the hard surface of the tiled wall. He was not stupid, or naive. As he assessed the situation he suddenly found himself in he realized pretty quickly that it was not good. He remembered he had been on his morning run. Then he had bumped into someone, or someone had bumped into him. He had turned to apologize, and felt a pinprick in his arm. Next thing he remembered was waking up here. That meant he was probably in deep shit. A cold cinch of fear closed around his stomach.
The Man smiled as he watched muscles strain under the smooth, tanned skin of the helpless, athletic youth. The kid really was magnificent. Not an ounce of body fat, and tight, toned muscles over every inch of his small but perfect frame.
"You have a magnificent body Zach, you are one HOT little fucker!"
"Fuck you FAGGOT" the boy spat "Fucking let me GO!"
"I can't do that Zach, you see I have some entertaining plans for you. Entertaining for me at least."
"LET ME GO!" the boy yelled. "I"LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU FAG!"
"Well THAT's not going to persuade me to let you go then is it."
"What do you fucking want with me?"
"Well before I go into explanations, let me show you a few things first" the Man said pulling a remote from his pocket and aiming at the plasma TV secured to the ceiling.
The screen came to life and there on the TV was Zach dancing and rubbing his hands over his hot body, staring straight into the camera.
"You are VERY photogenic Zach. The camera loves you. As, I imagine will anyone watching this. You are so cocky and self assured on screen. I think you could make a career out of it."
He could tell the boy was shocked.
"What's wrong Zach, you must know that people are watching your videos? I mean why else would you post them on the internet? Look at you, you are just such a sexy little bitch?"
