Home invaders attacked 25-year-old Shawn Davis in his bedroom just before dawn. He awoke when two hands grabbed each of his wrists, two more gripped his ankles, and a fourth intruder pulled a black, canvas bag over his head.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" he shouted.
"Shut it," snarled a disembodied voice as Shawn's bedcovers were thrown back, and thick fingers grabbed his balls through his pajamas. He grunted with pain.
Shawn kept quiet, because he lived alone in a rural and secluded rental home. No one would hear him cry out. Terror made him tremble.
The home invaders sat him up in bed. Two of them bound his hands behind his back, while two others tied his ankles together with a short rope that hobbled him. He'd be able to walk but not run.
Shawn whispered, "Why are doing this?" A hand grabbed his balls again, but this time the thick fingers squeezed. He yelped; his captors snickered.
The four thugs lifted him out of bed and stood him on the cold, wooden floor. Two razor-sharp knives sliced his pajamas into pieces that fluttered to the floor, brushing his legs and landing on his feet.
Blindfolded, bound, and stark naked, Shawn shivered with fear. He gasped as a hand clutched his genitals and lifted them. He felt the flat side of a knife contact the underside of his balls.
A man sneered, "Shall I castrate him? He-he!"
Horrified, Shawn whimpered, "Oh, no." His captors snickered.
The thug threatening his private parts let go, and then his assailants forced him out of his bedroom and through the kitchen. He balked when they opened the back door, but they forced him outside without a stitch of clothing on. Vehicle doors opened, and then someone pushed his head down as they helped him get inside. They placed him in the backseat, with a thug on either side of him and his legs separated by the hump. They'd left the car running and drove away immediately.
Shawn risked a quiet question. "Where are you taking me?"
"You'll find out," whispered a man in the front passenger seat.
The kidnapper to Shawn's left reached into his lap and caressed his genitals.
"Oh!" Shawn gasped and nearly jumped out of his skin. The fingers began to knead his limp dick. His head spun. With his hands bound behind his back, he couldn't stop the unwanted touch. "What are you doing!?"
"Yah cock's cold, Shugah," drawled a southern female voice.
"You know me!?" exclaimed the victim. Until that moment, he thought this was just a random kidnapping for ransom.
"We all know ya, Shugah," whispered the woman warming his penis. Her fingers squeezed and rubbed the head.
Discomfited, Shawn squirmed in his seat. "Who are you?"
"None of your business," whispered the front passenger, apparently the one in charge. They seemed to be speaking quietly to disguise their voices.
Despite Shawn's terror, the hand fondling his penis managed to arouse him. The woman groped the head of his dick until he responded, and then she started stroking the length of his shaft.
"His little dick's getting warmer now!" joked the kidnapper on Shawn's right, another female. The male thugs in the front seat guffawed.
The kidnapper's relentless touch stimulated Shawn's penis until it engorged. Then she let go and sat back. Although blindfolded, Shawn could sense the thugs looking at him. He felt humiliated; stark naked, his legs separated by the hump on the floor, and his penis standing on end.
The woman on his right groped his bloated knob, making him gasp and squirm. "Such a ticklish little dick," she snickered.
The four kidnappers and their victim rode in silence for twenty minutes, and no one touched Shawn again. His penis relaxed and drooped. When they reached their destination at last, the thugs forced him out of the car into a building with soft carpeting. They led the nude and blindfolded man down a stairway and into a room with tiled flooring. The comfortable room temperature warmed his skin.
They helped Shawn to mount a shin-high step, then turned his body. One of the women whispered, "Sit."
Shawn lowered his bare backside onto a cushioned chair. His kidnappers untied his wrists and then had him lean against the slightly reclined back. They re-tied his wrists behind him, to metal rods that supported the chair back. While someone unbound Shawn's ankles, he felt the chair vibrate and heard two metallic clunks as something clicked into place. The four kidnappers then lifted his legs, pulled them apart, and placed his knees in padded stirrups. They adjusted the stirrups outward to force his thighs wide apart, then strapped his legs to the stirrups. They also tightened straps around his chest and his waist. Completely immobilized and still blindfolded, Shawn felt his vulnerable genitals dangling over the edge of the chair's seat.
"Oh!" he gasped when a hand reached between his spread thighs and pulled up his private parts. The fingers lowered his balls, then centered his penis over his scrotum.
Giving a snicker, the southern woman drawled, "Ya look right pretty now, Shugah."
"Have fun, Shawn," a man sneered.
Then, nothing. After a few minutes of silence, Shawn inquired, "Is anyone here?" He received no answer, although he sensed someone's presence in the room. Regardless, he struggled to free himself. He could not. The helpless captive shivered with fear as he waited in the dark under the black sack, tightly bound and helplessly exposed. Thoughts of what might happen next terrorized him.
Shawn heard a clock on the floor above strike nine o'clock. Immediately, someone behind him snatched the black sack from his head. Shawn blinked, blinded by a bright, focused light that illuminated his body from the top of his head to his wide-spread knees. Darkness hid the rest of the room, including his shins and feet. He turned his head but could not see who had removed his blindfold. He or she remained standing behind the chair.
A light flickered beyond his feet, and then an eighty-inch monitor mounted on the wall illuminated. Shawn's pupils dilated and his heart pounded, for on the computer monitor appeared his employer's internal intranet Welcome screen with its familiar ICBS logo. A privately-owned company, InterContinental Business Solutions provided wealthy clients with computer hacking, clandestine espionage and security services, offshore financial account management, money laundering, and various other legal and illegal activities.
Shawn had been working for ICBS for two years. Over the last few months, he'd been approached by representatives of certain foreign governments, competing companies, and also a few individuals who specialized in collecting leaked confidential information for the purpose of publishing it on the Web. Shawn, disillusioned by unfulfilled promises and passed over for promotion, had begun to take their money and cooperate.
The ICBS intranet Welcome page faded to black. Shawn gasped to see what replaced it: a full-color, high-definition image of his brightly-lit, completely nude body strapped in the medical chair. He shook his head and whined, "Oh, no, no. This can't be happening."
