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Have You Seen This Boy? (M/M)
Have You Seen This Boy? (M/M)
This is a new story I'm working on. I'd appericate any feedback as well as suggestions for the title. Thanks!
Part 1 : The Missing Boy In The Neighbourhood
“Hello sir, we’re going house to house inquiring about a missing person in the neighbourhoodâ€
Don looked the police officer in the eyes, seeing nothing but his own reflection back through the man’s large aviator shades.
“A missing person!â€, Don put his hand to his chest in surprise, “Do you have a picture?â€
The officer held up a photograph of an eighteen year old boy. He had soft features, bushy brown hair and blue eyes.
“Jake Johnson, last seen at his parent’s house two days agoâ€
“I’ll be damnedâ€, Don shook his head, “Sorry officer I haven’t seen this boy beforeâ€
Don stood in the porch of his house. He was a middle aged man with thinning brown hair, a bit of scruffy facial hair and an average build. He had on black jogging pants with a light brown t-shirt.
On the front steps of the house a police officer stood. He was six feet tall, with a muscular frame and neat black hair.
“Please let us know if you see or hear anythingâ€, the officer said, handing Don the photograph and a card with a phone number for anonymous tips.
“Absolutely officier, I hope you find this boy soonâ€, Don said, “I’ll keep a close eye out for himâ€
“Thank you sir, sorry for the disturbanceâ€, the officer's face lightened into a slight smile, waving goodbye as he walked down the steps of Don’s house.
The man stood in the doorway, watching as another officer went up to a neighbour's house across the street.
“Damnâ€, Don looked at the photograph of the boy as he closed the door, folding it up and putting it in the pocket of his pants. He locked the door behind him, walking across the modest house and making his way down the basement stairs.
Don slid on a pair of slippers, slowly stepping across the concrete fair as he opened one of the bedroom doors.
“An officer came by looking for a missing personâ€, Don flicked on the light, taking the photo out of his pocket, “I don’t suppose you’ve seen him around?â€
The man flicked the photo across the room. It landed on the bare stomach of a boy laying down on the bed. He tried to sit up, moving his neck down to look at the photograph.
“Mmmmmmphâ€, he whimpered, his voice muffled from a thick white cloth stuffed in his mouth. There was a heavy red scarf tied around his head.
The boy saw his own face in the crinkled up photo. He whimpered again, looking up at Don as he closed the door and walked over to the bedside.
“A lot of people are going missing these daysâ€, he smiled, “There are a lot of sickos out there, you have to be careful Jakeâ€
Don grinned, running his index finger along the boy’s soft stomach. Jake sucked his belly in, feeling goosebumps break across his skin as the older man made contact.
Jake was laying on his back, each limb spread out to the corners of the bed. His wrists were tied securely to loops in the frame, the knots only growing tighter as he tried to release himself. His feet were bare, bound in a similar way to the bedposts.
He couldn’t take the gag out of his mouth or lower his black t-shirt that was pulled up to his ribs. The boy was wearing thin white cotton shorts. Aside from the black bags under his eyes from a lack of sleep he looked exactly the same as the photograph.
“I’ve had you down here for two nights nowâ€, Don pulled up a chair, running his hand through Jake’s hair, “Maybe it’s time you work with me a little more?â€
Don put his hand on a large safe sitting on the bedside table beside the captive.
“Are you ready to tell me the combination Jake?â€
“Mmmmmph!â€, the boy shook his head, giving Don a dirty look.
“Oh sorry, it was necessary to strengthen the gagâ€, Don untied the scarf around Jake’s mouth, revealing a few thick strips of duct tape that were plastered over his lips, “We didn’t need the wrong people hearing your screamsâ€
Don ran his finger across Jake’s taped up lips, “Are we going to be a good boy today Jacob? Or am I going to have to do some more convincing to get the code out of you?â€
“Mmmmph!â€, the boy pulled on his bonds, turning his head the other way.
“I didn’t quite catch thatâ€, Don said, “If you have something to say I’ll take that gag outâ€
Jake looked over, nodding his head slowly. He wanted nothing more than to have the cloth out of his mouth. His jaw was aching from having to bite down on it all night.
“Alright, but you had better behave and not get too loudâ€, Don said, “If you act up it’ll be your socks and underwear that go in your mouth next timeâ€
Jake flinched at the thought, closing his eyes as Don gripped the duct tape on his mouth and pulled. He whimpered, feeling it quickly rip across his lips. The boy prepared himself as Don tore off the other two strips, doing it fast to not prolong the pain.
The tape had been practically glued to the boy’s lips, having remained on his face for over 12 hours. Don wiped away the adhesive residue over Jake’s lips and face as the boy worked the thick cloth out of his mouth.
“Mmmmphâ€, he looked up at Don, struggling to push out the cloth with his tongue pressed down. His cheeks went red, embarrassed to have to ask for help from the man who kidnapped him.
“What’s wrong, can’t get it?â€, Don said, “Or do you like the feeling of being gagged too much?â€
“Mmmmph!â€, Jake shook his head aggressively, his ears perked up at the mere sound of the word ‘gagged’. He wanted nothing more than to dislodge the cloth.
After whimpering a bit and giving Don his best puppy dog eyes the boy was finally able to move the stuffing out of his mouth after a minute.
“Ahâ€, he groaned, breathing in and out heavily. He moved his jaw around, licking his lips as he felt the cloth drop down on his collarbones, “Water…â€
“Or sorry, is there something you want?â€, Don titled his head, “Maybe you can ask more politelyâ€
“Please, can you please give me some water and get me out of these ro-mmmph!â€
Jake felt the man’s hand clamp over his mouth, pushing him down into the pillow.
“Jacobâ€, Don spoke in a soft calming voice, “You know I can’t release youâ€
The boy was left to think about what he said, breathing out of his nostrils heavily as his mouth was once again covered.
“So don’t waste your breath asking me dumb questionsâ€, Don said, “You are not leaving this room until I get that combination out of youâ€
Jake closed his eyes, whimpering lightly into the man’s heavy palm.
“Don’t make this any harder on yourself Jacob. I’ve had you for a couple days now and I’ll keep you however long I need toâ€, Don spoke, “So I’m going to uncover your mouth now and the only words you’ll say are the combination to the safe, get me?â€
Jake pretended not to listen, looking off blankly.
“Alright, let’s try this againâ€
Don released the captive’s mouth, allowing him to speak freely again.
“Jacobâ€, Don said after a few moments of silence, “What is the combination?â€
“I’ll never tell youâ€, the boy said, “Someone will find me anyway, the cops are already looking. You’ll run out of timeâ€
“Oh, I don’t think soâ€, Don smiled, running his finger across Jake’s belly. He watched as the boy tensed up and bite his lip, “I know how to get what I want out of youâ€
“Hey…stop itâ€, Jake spoke softly, “Don’t do-HAHAHAHAHA!â€
Part 1 : The Missing Boy In The Neighbourhood
“Hello sir, we’re going house to house inquiring about a missing person in the neighbourhoodâ€
Don looked the police officer in the eyes, seeing nothing but his own reflection back through the man’s large aviator shades.
“A missing person!â€, Don put his hand to his chest in surprise, “Do you have a picture?â€
The officer held up a photograph of an eighteen year old boy. He had soft features, bushy brown hair and blue eyes.
“Jake Johnson, last seen at his parent’s house two days agoâ€
“I’ll be damnedâ€, Don shook his head, “Sorry officer I haven’t seen this boy beforeâ€
Don stood in the porch of his house. He was a middle aged man with thinning brown hair, a bit of scruffy facial hair and an average build. He had on black jogging pants with a light brown t-shirt.
On the front steps of the house a police officer stood. He was six feet tall, with a muscular frame and neat black hair.
“Please let us know if you see or hear anythingâ€, the officer said, handing Don the photograph and a card with a phone number for anonymous tips.
“Absolutely officier, I hope you find this boy soonâ€, Don said, “I’ll keep a close eye out for himâ€
“Thank you sir, sorry for the disturbanceâ€, the officer's face lightened into a slight smile, waving goodbye as he walked down the steps of Don’s house.
The man stood in the doorway, watching as another officer went up to a neighbour's house across the street.
“Damnâ€, Don looked at the photograph of the boy as he closed the door, folding it up and putting it in the pocket of his pants. He locked the door behind him, walking across the modest house and making his way down the basement stairs.
Don slid on a pair of slippers, slowly stepping across the concrete fair as he opened one of the bedroom doors.
“An officer came by looking for a missing personâ€, Don flicked on the light, taking the photo out of his pocket, “I don’t suppose you’ve seen him around?â€
The man flicked the photo across the room. It landed on the bare stomach of a boy laying down on the bed. He tried to sit up, moving his neck down to look at the photograph.
“Mmmmmmphâ€, he whimpered, his voice muffled from a thick white cloth stuffed in his mouth. There was a heavy red scarf tied around his head.
The boy saw his own face in the crinkled up photo. He whimpered again, looking up at Don as he closed the door and walked over to the bedside.
“A lot of people are going missing these daysâ€, he smiled, “There are a lot of sickos out there, you have to be careful Jakeâ€
Don grinned, running his index finger along the boy’s soft stomach. Jake sucked his belly in, feeling goosebumps break across his skin as the older man made contact.
Jake was laying on his back, each limb spread out to the corners of the bed. His wrists were tied securely to loops in the frame, the knots only growing tighter as he tried to release himself. His feet were bare, bound in a similar way to the bedposts.
He couldn’t take the gag out of his mouth or lower his black t-shirt that was pulled up to his ribs. The boy was wearing thin white cotton shorts. Aside from the black bags under his eyes from a lack of sleep he looked exactly the same as the photograph.
“I’ve had you down here for two nights nowâ€, Don pulled up a chair, running his hand through Jake’s hair, “Maybe it’s time you work with me a little more?â€
Don put his hand on a large safe sitting on the bedside table beside the captive.
“Are you ready to tell me the combination Jake?â€
“Mmmmmph!â€, the boy shook his head, giving Don a dirty look.
“Oh sorry, it was necessary to strengthen the gagâ€, Don untied the scarf around Jake’s mouth, revealing a few thick strips of duct tape that were plastered over his lips, “We didn’t need the wrong people hearing your screamsâ€
Don ran his finger across Jake’s taped up lips, “Are we going to be a good boy today Jacob? Or am I going to have to do some more convincing to get the code out of you?â€
“Mmmmph!â€, the boy pulled on his bonds, turning his head the other way.
“I didn’t quite catch thatâ€, Don said, “If you have something to say I’ll take that gag outâ€
Jake looked over, nodding his head slowly. He wanted nothing more than to have the cloth out of his mouth. His jaw was aching from having to bite down on it all night.
“Alright, but you had better behave and not get too loudâ€, Don said, “If you act up it’ll be your socks and underwear that go in your mouth next timeâ€
Jake flinched at the thought, closing his eyes as Don gripped the duct tape on his mouth and pulled. He whimpered, feeling it quickly rip across his lips. The boy prepared himself as Don tore off the other two strips, doing it fast to not prolong the pain.
The tape had been practically glued to the boy’s lips, having remained on his face for over 12 hours. Don wiped away the adhesive residue over Jake’s lips and face as the boy worked the thick cloth out of his mouth.
“Mmmmphâ€, he looked up at Don, struggling to push out the cloth with his tongue pressed down. His cheeks went red, embarrassed to have to ask for help from the man who kidnapped him.
“What’s wrong, can’t get it?â€, Don said, “Or do you like the feeling of being gagged too much?â€
“Mmmmph!â€, Jake shook his head aggressively, his ears perked up at the mere sound of the word ‘gagged’. He wanted nothing more than to dislodge the cloth.
After whimpering a bit and giving Don his best puppy dog eyes the boy was finally able to move the stuffing out of his mouth after a minute.
“Ahâ€, he groaned, breathing in and out heavily. He moved his jaw around, licking his lips as he felt the cloth drop down on his collarbones, “Water…â€
“Or sorry, is there something you want?â€, Don titled his head, “Maybe you can ask more politelyâ€
“Please, can you please give me some water and get me out of these ro-mmmph!â€
Jake felt the man’s hand clamp over his mouth, pushing him down into the pillow.
“Jacobâ€, Don spoke in a soft calming voice, “You know I can’t release youâ€
The boy was left to think about what he said, breathing out of his nostrils heavily as his mouth was once again covered.
“So don’t waste your breath asking me dumb questionsâ€, Don said, “You are not leaving this room until I get that combination out of youâ€
Jake closed his eyes, whimpering lightly into the man’s heavy palm.
“Don’t make this any harder on yourself Jacob. I’ve had you for a couple days now and I’ll keep you however long I need toâ€, Don spoke, “So I’m going to uncover your mouth now and the only words you’ll say are the combination to the safe, get me?â€
Jake pretended not to listen, looking off blankly.
“Alright, let’s try this againâ€
Don released the captive’s mouth, allowing him to speak freely again.
“Jacobâ€, Don said after a few moments of silence, “What is the combination?â€
“I’ll never tell youâ€, the boy said, “Someone will find me anyway, the cops are already looking. You’ll run out of timeâ€
“Oh, I don’t think soâ€, Don smiled, running his finger across Jake’s belly. He watched as the boy tensed up and bite his lip, “I know how to get what I want out of youâ€
“Hey…stop itâ€, Jake spoke softly, “Don’t do-HAHAHAHAHA!â€
Good. A kidnap story.
Already off to a great story!!! I’m excited to read a new story from you, I have always enjoyed your works!
I am curious about the bags under his eyes from not sleeping. Was that Don keeping him awake with torture or was he trying to stay awake this entire time.
I am curious what method Don has in store for our bound lad. Tickling seems like a good way to start based off that last sentence but he has all sort of option. Can’t wait to see where you take this next!!!
I am curious about the bags under his eyes from not sleeping. Was that Don keeping him awake with torture or was he trying to stay awake this entire time.
I am curious what method Don has in store for our bound lad. Tickling seems like a good way to start based off that last sentence but he has all sort of option. Can’t wait to see where you take this next!!!
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It is an okay start - I would be curious to see where it goes from here
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“Or do you like the feeling of being gagged too much?â€
I love when the kidnapper taunts the poor helpless gagged captive like this
The dialogue makes it all that much better.
I love when the kidnapper taunts the poor helpless gagged captive like this

You had me at “Don’t make me gag you!†

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Please gag the Boy with his socks and then tapegag his mouth
Interesting!
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Interesting story.
Looks like a fun story! I hope Jacob won't break too soon 

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Please make part 2
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Reminds me of the things I used to fantasize about! Love it!
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Jake must like being kidnapped, tied up and gagged since he's not giving out the safe combination.. This is all for the good, now Jake will have to be re-gagged and left tied up allowing for at least 1 more chapter to a great story. 










Tie you up and have my way with you.


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I feel like I originally read this story of deviantart. If this is your story and you had a deviantart account, do you still have access to the other stories. There were several on there that I have not seen on here and would love to read those again.
Yes, I did post this on DeviantArt along with many others on the profile CaptiveHeat. I made the, shall we say, unwise decision of deleting my M/M focused account in October and I lost many of my stories as a result. The only ones saved were the ones I also posted on here.paintballdude2 wrote: 1 week ago I feel like I originally read this story of deviantart. If this is your story and you had a deviantart account, do you still have access to the other stories. There were several on there that I have not seen on here and would love to read those again.
I have recently gotten back into M/M writing and I do wish I had kept the account but it's too late.
