Kidnapped By The Neighbourhood Creep! (M/M)

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This is a story I posted on my new DeviantArt account. It was a prequel for another story someone commissioned from me. Enjoy!

Kidnapped By The Neighbourhood Creep!
18 year old Kacey is out for a snack run when he encounters a man he's never seen before. When he gets out to the parking lot he finds there is quite a surprise in store for him.

“It’s awfully dark out there, are you sure you don’t want to take the car?”

“All good, I’ll be back in no time!”

Kacey smiled, waving bye to his Mom as he ran out the front steps of the house. His Mother watched, worrying as the 18 year old walked down the sidewalk. The sun was fast setting and the boy had decided to go for a snack run.

Still, it was a quiet neighbourhood and the store was only a few blocks away. It was the kind of place where you could feel comfortable walking around at night. Kacey’s Mom couldn’t shake her uneasiness as she sat back down on the couch, awaiting her son’s return.

The boy walked along, listening to music on his Airpods. He was a petite young man, he had soft features and bright blue eyes. His messy brown hair bounced from side to side. He was wearing a black muscle shirt with grey cotton shorts and white sneakers.

Kacey was humming to himself, not paying attention as an old red truck drove past him. He was lost in his own world.

Within a few minutes the boy arrived at the grocery store with 15 minutes left until closing. As he made his way down the chip aisle he saw an older man walk by and enter on the opposite side. He was chubby, wearing a grey polo with a patch of chest hair sticking out. He had on red shorts and sandals. He kept his facial hair trimmed and his salt and pepper hair neat. The man walked past Kacey as he reached for a bag of pretzels.

Kacey could feel his top lifting up as he struggled to grab the last bag. He tried to pull it down but it just lifted back up, exposing his belly button momentarily.

Suddenly he saw an arm come into view as he was handed the bag.

“Thank you,” the boy nodded, looking at the friendly older man. He blushed slightly, wondering if he had seen his shirt ride up.

“That’s what us tall guys are here for,” the man grinned, patting Kacey on the shoulder as he walked down the aisle. The boy felt a bit embarrassed but he shrugged it off, looking for the soda. He saw the man again in the reflection of the fridge door. Again Kacey thought nothing of it, reaching in and grabbing a couple bottles.

When it was time to check out he looked over, seeing the man leaving the store. The red truck was the only vehicle in the customer parking lot, right by the door.

Kacey paid for his snacks and walked out, turning his music back on. As he passed the truck he didn’t even hear the door creek open. In an instant the boy was grabbed and pulled from behind. He barely had time to react, feeling a set of strong arms bring him inside the vehicle.

“What’s going on!” Kacey finally shouted out, forced onto the front bench seat of the truck. The door was slammed shut and he was being laid out on the seat.

“Shhhh, it’s okay,” a deep male voice said, “I’m just borrowing you.”

Kacey looked over as the glove box was opened, revealing a pair of handcuffs.

“What! No! HELP! Someone!” The boy cried out, feeling the man twist his arm behind his back and lock one of the cuffs around his wrist. He tried to struggle but he barely had any leg room. Soon his other wrist was restrained and his head was put down on the man’s lap.

“Mmmmph!” He whimpered as the man covered his mouth with his large hand.

“I don’t want any trouble,” the kidnapper said, reaching for a rag, “this is for your own good.”

“Mmmmmmph!” Kacey watched in horror as the rag was brought closer to his mouth. He closed his eyes and tried to resist but once his mouth was uncovered he breathed out, allowing the man to shove the rag in.

The kidnapper grabbed another cloth with a knot tied in the center and pressed it between the boy’s teeth.

“That’s it, nice and quiet,” he whispered, looking around to ensure no one was watching, “there’s no need to make this complicated.”

“Mmmmmmph!” The boy whined, trying to push out the rag but finding it was buried too deep in his mouth. His tongue could hardly move. The knotted cloth made it even more difficult. He struggled in his cuffs but his arms were locked behind his back.

The man buried his captive’s head in his lap, resting his chin on one leg and his forehead on the other. With one hand he kept Kacey down, forcing him to look at the seat as he put the truck in gear and drove off. He quickly turned the radio up, drowning out the boy’s gagged whimpers. He was hidden from view, kept low in the seat.

Kacey’s heart was pounding, he barely had time to process what was going on. Was he being kidnapped? By the man he saw in the grocery store? Is that why he kept popping up and acting so friendly? Is this the kind of thing his Mother warned him about?

Anytime he tried to move the man just pushed his head back down.

“Ah ah!” The kidnapper said. “Be a good boy and listen to my orders. Head down and mouth shut. Understand me Kacey?”

The boy felt his heart sink as he heard his name uttered. How did the man know that?

He could feel a warmth in the man’s lap, every now and then the truck would hit a bump that caused him to collide with either the kidnapper’s big belly or something firm.

Kacey groaned, feeling more hopeless as the ride went on. He wondered if anyone would find him as they stopped at every red light. Would someone see? Surely the sight of a passenger hunched over and in the driver’s lap would raise questions.

But the ride continued for some time. The man sat back, looking at Kacey’s back as his shirt rode up, exposing his soft pale skin. His wrists were shaking around helplessly and he could barely keep his head still. The man could sense how scared he was.

He turned the radio down, putting his hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay,” he said calmly. “I’m just taking you back to my house for a little while. I’m not going to hurt you in any way.”

“Mmmmmph!” Kacey whimpered, sure enough the thought of being taken to this guy’s house was not reassuring.

“I’ve had my eyes on you for some time,” he said. “You left me no choice but to make a move. We’re going to spend some quality time together and you may come around by the end of it.”

“Mmmmmmph”, the boy cried out, thrashing around in the seat. The man chuckled, patting his back lightly.

“I know it’s scary,” he said, “but there’s nothing you can do about it. So don’t fight.”

Kacey continued to whine through his gag as the radio was turned back up. The man thought that he only made the boy more panicked. Still, the kidnapper had full control and the boy remained in his lap for the rest of the ride.

The truck finally pulled into a driveway and parked in the man’s garage. Kacey heard the truck shift into park and the music cut off as the engine died down. He tried to look up as the man exited the truck. He saw a nondescript garage with the usual mess. Some tools, a lawnmower, garage cans.

As the passenger door opened he kicked back to the other side, looking at the man with wide eyes. His kidnapper looked so unassuming especially with that smile on his face.

“Come on Kacey, it’s no use resisting.”

The boy whined, feeling the man grab his leg and pull him closer. His shirt lifted all the way up his torso as he was dragged out of the trunk. He was brought to his feet and stood in front of the man. By now he was trembling with fear, feeling his kidnapper wrap his hand around his gagged mouth and lead him towards a door.

“We’re headed downstairs,” he said, “go along.”

He felt the man’s hand touch his belly, gently guiding him along. Goosebumps broke all over his skin as he sensed his presence from behind. He saw the basement stairs, leading to a dimly lit cold area. He froze in place, thinking he might never leave this house.

“It’s okay,” the man whispered. “Be a good boy for Uncle Bob and walk.”

Uncle Bob? What was that, some kind of weird nickname? It made Kacey even more creeped out. But he could tell the man was growing impatient. He slowly headed down the steps, afraid of what might happen if he didn’t.

He listened to the stairs creek, looking around to see an unfinished basement with a small laundry room and another area sectioned off. The man led him to another door with locks from the outside. As Kacey was brought into the room he saw a twin sized mattress without a cover against the wall with a single pillow in the center.

“Mmmmmph!” He looked back at his kidnapper, pleading with his eyes.

“Sit down Kacey,” the man said, “I’m going to make sure you’re nice and comfortable.”

The boy whined, sitting on the edge of the bed as the man closed the door. The room was small, there wasn’t much aside from a dresser with a sheet covering it. Kacey saw the man lift up the sheet and take out four coils of rope.

“Mmmmph!” Kacey shook his head no, watching as the man inspected the rope.

“I just got you, I’m not having you walk out on me,” the man grinned. “Now I have to take the cuffs off. Don’t you try anything funny or you’ll make me do something you’ll regret.”

Kacey got the message. He sat still as the man uncuffed his wrists.

“You can rub them for a minute,” the man said. Kacey nodded meekly, rubbing his sore wrists and reaching for his gag.

“Oh no you don’t,” the man moved Kacey’s hands back down. “Now let’s lose the shirt.”

“Mmmm-mmmmmmph”, Kacey whimpered.

The man didn’t waste anytime. He grabbed the hem of the boy’s shirt and pulled it up over his head. It was off in seconds. Now he sat, bare chested. The man moved his captive up on the mattress and laid him down. He spread his arms out to each end of the mattress and grabbed the first coil of white rope.

“Keep still,” he said, looking down at Kacey’s body. “That’s what I have to tell myself.”

The man licked his lips, getting down on the floor and tying the rope around Kacey’s first. He tied a tight knot and secured it to the leg of the bed. He went around and grabbed the boy’s other hand. It was positioned over his belly, trying to hide his navel.

“What, trying to cover up?” The man laughed, “I’m going to know this body in and out in a little while, so you can leave your modesty behind.”

“Mmmmmph!” Kacey whined, thinking again of what the man intended to do. Now he was in a stranger’s basement, shirtless and being bound to a bed. He had no idea where the house was and if anyone would come and find him. He felt his other wrist get tied down, increasing his helplessness. He whined through his gag, testing his bonds as the man moved over to his feet. The boy’s socks were stripped off.

“Such cute feet,” the man chuckled, “so small and soft.”

Kacey groaned, feeling the man touch his soles. He jolted, whimpering loudly.

“And you’re ticklish!”

The man rubbed his hands together in celebration, “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

“Mmmmmmmph!” Kacey’s dread increased. Now he was going to be tickled? What was happening! He felt the man bind each of his ankles to the bed, spreading him out like a starfish. He examined his body, looking him over carefully.

The man stopped at his navel, rubbing his chin and nodding.

“Interesting,” he said. “You have quite a unique belly button. It’s like a cinnamon roll the way it spirals around.”

The boy whined as the man poked his navel. He had an outie with a pronounced hood that spun around the center. He was always teased for it anytime he was swimming or changing and had grown sensitive to it being touched.

“So much to explore,” the man said, running his hands along Kacey’s sides. “Good thing we have nothing but time, right my boy?”

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Love it, can't wait for part 2